#his reaction to it too like. 'oh well if its the only way...' babygirl do NOT blow yourself up

[amygdalae]

I love Gale and his storyline is sad but it also cracks me up like. Imagine your friend (an EXTREMELY famous and powerful old wizard) finds you traveling somewhere in the very ass-crack of Faerun. And he has a message from your ex. And the message is "kill yourself"

[marauder-misprint]

Slug Club

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

4.3k words

cw: fluff, drinking, smoking

“Did you have to take Regulus shopping with you?” Dorcas asks as you get ready for Slughorn’s party.

“You and Dory would have made me try on the entire store and then some.”

“Maybe so, but now he’s seen you in the dress.”

“So?”

“How are you going to have the moment when you walk down the stairs and he goes ‘Wow, you look dot dot dot beautiful’ if he’s already seen the dress?” Pandora asks.

You laugh and shake your head. “Someone has read too many romance novels. That doesn’t happen in real life and Regulus and I are just friends.”

“Did he not ask you to a formal party?” Pandora asks.

“He didn’t know it was formal when he asked,” you reply. “And he wanted to go with someone he could stand. I think the bar was set pretty low.”

“It’s Regulus,” Dorcas laughs. “That bar is high as hell.”

You and Pandora join her laughing. It wasn’t a secret that many people annoyed Regulus so he was picky with who he surrounded himself with. Well, as much as he could at this point. Barty had latched onto him during their first year and it was through Barty that Evan joined the group. You befriended Regulus during that year as well, bringing Pandora and Dorcas with you. So really, Regulus was friends with you and Barty, and you two came with baggage in the form of additional friends. 

With your hair and makeup down, you go behind the screen to change into your dress. In classic Slytherin fashion, you had chosen a dark green dress and are pairing it with silver jewelry. You step out and do a spin for the girls. They cheer and whistle at you. 

“He would so have a ‘You look beautiful’ moment if he hadn’t already seen the dress!” Pandora exclaims, standing up to fuss over you. “You look stunning, babygirl.” 

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Not to feed your delusions, but he’s only seen the dress. My hair wasn’t done, no makeup, no jewelry. He hasn’t seen the finished look.”

“He’ll be drooling when he does,” Dorcas says. 

You give the girls one last smile and leave your dorm. It was time to meet Regulus in the common room and then head to the party. The girls, however, follow you out of the dorm. They were nosy and wanted to see Regulus’ reaction. Sure enough, Regulus is waiting for you, although his back is to the stairs as he talks to Evan and Barty. The other two boys’ eyes go wide when they see you. Barty lets out a low whistle as Evan turns Regulus around by his shoulders. 

“Black is one lucky man,” Evan says, shaking Regulus’ shoulders. 

“Who knew our dove could clean up so nicely,” Barty adds. 

“Shut up, Junior,” you say as you approach them, although your words have no bite. You like a polite compliment, which, for once, these were. 

“Wait, Junior, how are you not in Slug Club?” you ask.

“You set one too many fires and suddenly Sluggy doesn’t care how brilliant you are,” Barty says with a sigh, despite sounding more amused at it than upset. 

You turn to Evan, “And you?”

“Apparently when a potion calls for frogs, he wants you to-”

“Ah,” you say, holding up your hand. “I remember that class now.”

Evan had cut open the frogs and was far more interested in its guts, muscles and other innards to finish his potion, earning him a zero for the day and detention. 

“You do look beautiful,” Regulus says, not at all stumbling over his words as Pandora would have liked him to. “Shall we get going?”

You nod, take his arm and leave the common room with him. 

---

“Prongs, come on!” Sirius says, annoyed that James hadn’t spoken to him all week and now was refusing to tell him which tie was better. 

“You dug yourself into this hole,” Remus mumbles, not looking up from his book.

“Oh my god, it’s not a date! I just need to get into the party and Lily is my way in!”

James glares at Sirius.

“He’s only been in love with her since we were first years,” Peter adds. 

“If you two had better taste, I’d be asking your opinions, but alas,” Sirius groans and turns back to James. “Please, James, I’m not trying to mack on your love.”

“What if she was going to ask me, huh?” James snaps.

“She said she didn’t want to ask anyone. That’s part of why she said yes.”

“All these years, I’ve been asking her and you ask once. Once! How the hell does that make sense?” 

“Logic would say she fancies Sirius,” Peter says before immediately ducking to avoid a pillow thrown his way.

“She does not fancy me. If she did, I wouldn’t’ve had to swear on James’ broom that I would be on my very best behavior.”

James jumps up and grabs Sirius by his shirt collar.

“You damn well best be a goddamn gentleman all night, Black.”

“I will if you tell me. Which. Tie.” He holds up two almost identical ties and waves them in front James’ face. 

James takes a slight step back and takes in the ties.

“This one.”

“Thank you. Was that so hard?”

“I swear, Padfoot, if you do anything-” James warns.

“She will be treated like the lady that she is, Prongsie. Don’t you worry one bit. I’m not making any moves on her.”

“So why are you so desperate for a Slug Club party?” Remus asks. 

The boys had been wondering this all week, but every time they asked, Sirius changed the subject or found a reason to excuse himself from the group. He’d have to tell them eventually.

“Tryin’ to suck up to Slughorn,” Sirius grumbles, not looking at any of them. He focuses on tying his tie. 

Peter snorts a laugh. “Yeah, right, sure you are.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not. You’d be paying more attention in Potions if you were,” Remus says. “Try again.”

“I heard there’s going to be booze at this party?” 

“More believable,” James says. “But you don’t need my darling Evans for access to booze.” 

“Host, no. Drinks, no. Person?” Peter lists off.

“Person?” Sirius asks, turning towards Peter.

“Person,” he repeats with a smile. “You’re going for a person.”

“Oh, are you jealous, Padfoot?” James teases. “Some doll ask someone else and you’re trying to make her jealous with Lily?”

“Maybe I want an evening away from you bastards,” Sirius suggests as he finishes getting ready. 

He hurries out of the dorm before they can get another word in. If they were going off the idea that whoever he was interested in was in Slug Club, hence the needing to invite someone, he had time before they figured out it was you he was going to the party for. Of course, they’d come to that conclusion much faster as soon as word got back to them that you were at the party. 

Sirius was delighted to see that Lily was waiting for him in the common room.

“Evans!” he calls. “Sorry I kept you waiting. You look ravishing.”

Lily gives him a kind smile.

“Thank you, Sirius. You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

Sirius spins, giving her a full 360 view. Lily stifles a giggle. 

“So is James talking to you yet?”

Word had gotten out that James wasn’t talking to him fairly quickly, at least among the Gryffindors. It wasn’t hard to notice when the loudest of the Marauders were suddenly more quiet. 

“Only after repeatedly telling him I’m not making a move on you.”

“A means to a mysterious end, that’s all I am to you?” she asks with a playful nudge. 

Sirius shrugs. “The end is mysterious to me too.”

“Then why am I dragging you to this?” Lily asks more indignantly as they walk towards the portrait hole and out into the corridors. 

“You’re not dragging, remember? I asked you.”

“You informed me, and I’m gracefully indulging you.”

“Same difference.”

“It’s not but okay.”

Lily wouldn’t tell anyone, but she actually didn’t mind that Sirius had insisted on going with her to the party. Not only did she not have to worry about asking someone, she did consider Sirius a friend, albeit using the term loosely, and she didn’t have to worry about any unwanted advances from him. 

By the time they made it to the area Slughorn had reserved for the party, most of the Slug Club had congregated. The room itself was decorated to Slughorn’s taste, elegant with lots of greens in various hues. In Sirius’ opinion, it had a hint of old money flavor to it. And, to his delight, he spotted his reason for coming within a minute. 

You and Regulus are chatting with Professor Slughorn in the middle of the room. Of course, there were a handful of other students around him as well, as well as some distinguished alumni. Sirius hadn’t considered that graduated Slug Club members could be invited. Lily takes Sirius’ arm and leads him in the opposite direction of Slughorn.

“Shouldn’t we say hello to the professor?” he asks as she pulls him to stand around an empty hightop. 

“We will,” she says casually, looking around the room. “When there’s less people. Didn’t you see your brother’s over there?”

“Oh, is he?” Sirius asks, feigning having not noticed. “I didn’t notice. Suppose we can wait then.”

He had seen his brother. And, somehow more importantly, you. You in your dazzling green dress and silver jewelry that screamed Slytherin Royalty. He didn’t plan out all of tonight, but he knew he had to get close to you again, talk to you. The more he interacted with you, the more you’d have to like him. If you were going to claim to be a dog person, you had to like him. But until he could get close to you, he would chat with Lily. At least she was a decent conversationalist, given that in any other year, he’d rather die than be dragged to a Slug Club party.

After your initial greeting from Slughorn and the conversation turned more toward Regulus and the other Slytherins around you, you zone out. If anyone tries to get your attention, you already had planned to say you were admiring the decorations. Or that you were seeing which other guests you recognized. You cough to stop yourself from laughing when you see Sirius walk in with Lily. Regulus gives you a confused look so you gesture in their direction. His eyes go wide.

“Merlin…” he mutters.

You both quickly turn your attention back to Slughorn’s conversation, lest either of you be discovered staring at the Black sibling. You nod as the other Slytherins let out various words of agreement to something Slugborn said. 

“Regulus, how is the Quidditch team doing?” Slughorn asks, changing the subject unexpectedly.

“Oh, ah, I’d say we’re doing well. Training tough like usual,” Regulus answers. 

“Then you should meet Mr. Tradeswell. He manages the Magpies, as you know,” Slughorn says, draping an arm around Regulus’ shoulders and taking him to meet one of the older guests. 

You give the other Slytherins a polite smile and follow them. You did not plan on being separated from Regulus at this party. If that meant suffering through a conversation solely about Quidditch with someone with professional connections, so be it. You were more than happy to be quiet and listen. It doesn’t take you long to zone out of the conversation again, only picking up bits and pieces.

“Regulus here is Slytherin’s seeker. Quite a talent, he is,” Slughorn was saying. 

“Are you captain?”

“No, sir,” Regulus answers, his voice dripping with even politeness. You smile at how rehearsed his tone sounds to you. “We have a seventh year captain, and she’s brilliant on a broom. I have my fingers crossed for next year.” 

Regulus shoots Slughorn a smile. He knows he’s a shoo-in for the role, especially if this conversation goes well. 

“Ah, well, you know it’s more than luck to be captain,” Mr. Tradeswell says. “You have to know the game, your teammates, the positions, plays, everything.”

“Oh, sir, I do. I sub in for different positions during drills. I think that’s something a captain should be willing to do, have such a deep understanding of each position that they can fill in where they are needed most. While my specialty is seeker, I’m more than competent at chaser as well.”

“And your weakness?”

“Beater, sir.”

The man nods. “It’s good for a captain to be able to spot weaknesses. In yourself, in your team, in opponents.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

You scan the room. Sirius and Lily are off to the side of the room by themselves. He appears to be entertaining her, although she occasionally glances toward Slughorn. They hadn’t been to say hello to him yet and you knew that was required. It was why Regulus had dragged you up to him the moment you two arrived. 

“Let’s just get it over with,” he had muttered to you. 

And then you got stuck talking with him for what felt like forever. 

“Are you on the team as well?” Mr. Tradeswell asks you, bringing you back to the conversation.

“Oh, no. I’m no good on a broom.”

“She’s being modest, of course,” Regulus says, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

You flinch slightly at the unexpected touch, but you don’t pull away or remove his arm. It steadies you once you’re over your initial reaction. 

“I can fly, but not nearly well enough to be on a team,” you say, giving Regulus a damning look. “I’m much better suited for the stands.”

The man laughs and your eyes find Sirius as he follows Lily toward the professor.

“Every team needs their fans,” the man says, giving Regulus a wink. 

Lovely, he was assuming you were more than a friend. With his arm around you though, you couldn’t blame him. Mr. Tradeswell continues talking with Regulus and you’re allowed to let your attention drift. Why you kept going back to Sirius, you weren’t sure. Something about him being here was off putting. Even from a distance, you could see how uncomfortable talking to Slughorn was making him. He didn’t even try to hide it. He was looking everywhere around the room but at the professor and he kept shifting his weight. Unlike his brother, he didn’t have an arm around Lily, not even her shoulders or a linked arm. 

Then he made eye contact with you and gave you a wide smile. You give him a nod in response.

“Pardon me, but I’m going to get a drink,” you say and Regulus’ arm drops from your waist. 

He gives you a concerned look, but your relaxed smile calms his nerves about you leaving. He thought you were uncomfortable with the conversation, and while you weren’t enjoying it per se, you really just wanted something to hold in your hands.

You could have predicted that Sirius would excuse himself from Lily and Slughorn’s conversation as soon as he saw you leave his brother’s conversation. And that he did. He approaches the punch bowl at the same time as you.

“Darling, what a total surprise to find you here!” he exclaims, reaching for a cup.

“I literally told you I’d be here.”

“Did you?” He gives you his trademark lopsided smile. 

“You didn’t seem to know what it was then. So how’d you convince Lily to bring you?”

“She asked me.”

You snort a laugh and pour yourself a drink. “Yeah, I don’t believe that.” You pause and sniff your cup. “Do you think this is spiked?”

“Do you want it to be?” Sirius asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“Godric, please.”

Sirius pours his own and sniffs it as well.

“Sad to tell you that there’s nothing good in here.” He looks around the room and then smiles. “But I see someone who definitely can help us.”

You follow his gaze to one of the younger older guests. You recognized her as an older Slytherin but you didn’t know her name. Without thinking, you start to follow Sirius as he walks toward the woman.

“Andy!” he exclaims, arms outstretched as you get closer.

Her eyes nearly double in size when she recognizes who’s approaching her.

“Sirius? I thought you weren’t in Slug Club?” she asks with smile that looks uncannily like the one on Sirius’ face. “This your girlfriend?”

You and Sirius both laugh awkwardly before Sirius hugs the girl, Andy.

“I’m not and she’s not. In Slug Club or my girlfriend,” he says before turning to you. “This is my cousin, Andromeda.”

You hold out your hand to the girl. “I recognize your face. You were a Slytherin, right?”

“Yes. As were my sisters, Narcissa and Bellatrix. However, I’m like good ol’ Sirius here. Disowned and blown off the tree.”

You recoil slightly, not knowing what that meant.

“I’m, uh, actually here with Regulus,” you say, looking over your shoulder at the younger Black. He is still deep in conversation with Mr. Tradeswell. They moved their conversation to a table and if your eyes weren’t mistaking you, Regulus was taking notes. 

Andy laughs and you can’t help but hear the family resemblance. Regulus laughs like that. 

“So if you’re here with Reggie, who are you here with, Siri?”

You look over at Sirius at the nickname that you’d never heard anyone call him. You give him a curious yet amused look.

“Lily Evans. Brilliant witch but not my type,” he says, ending the sentence with a more hushed voice. “Anyways, do you have anything to make this party more tolerable?”

She was definitely a Black. As soon as Sirius asked, a mischievous look shone in her eyes and she reached into her purse. She pulls out a handful of small vials of clear liquid. She claps them gently into Sirius’ hand.

“Don’t get caught, Siri. I’m still on decent terms with Horace. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Andy, you’re the best!” Sirius says, sliding the vials into his pocket but keeping two out. 

He hands one to you and simultaneously, you cap them and pour the contents into your drinks. 

“I’m not going to… wake up in Feldcroft or anywhere, am I?” you ask.

“They’re not that strong, darling,” Andy says with a smirk on her face. She was clearly enjoying this conversation as an unexpected delight to her evening. “But they’ll make the conversations feel less dull.”

“Okay then,” you say. You give Sirius a smile. “Bottoms up!”

You chug your drink. Sirius and Andy watch with semi-impressed looks on their faces. Once you finish, you hold out your hand to Sirius. An expectant look is etched across your face. He subtly shakes his head but hands you another vial nonetheless. You go back to the drink table to refill your cup. You don’t hear Sirius bid his cousin farewell and follow you. 

“Didn’t think you’d be chugging, love,” he says.

You jump at his proximity. You automatically roll your eyes as you turn toward him and pour the second vial into your cup.

“You didn’t just suffer through a conversation with Mr. Quidditch Manager over there,” you say with a jerk of your head toward Regulus. 

 “Quidditch Manager? James should really meet him.”

“Whatever he wants to know, he can get from Reg,” you say. “I think he’s taking notes.”

Sirius laughs, “Of course he is… They’re a bit the same in that sense.”

“And that’s where it ends.”

Sirius sips his drink. You’re still looking at Regulus so Sirius has a moment to take in how being near you makes him feel. On his toes? Challenged? Alive? 

You don’t seem phased when you turn back and catch Sirius staring. 

“You like my dress too?” you ask cheekily. “So does Regulus. And Evan. And Junior. And Pandora. And Dorcas.” You smirk at him. “So join the club.”

Sirius hums and regrets what he’s going to say before he says it. 

“It would look better on my dorm floor.”

You laugh. Loudly. Sirius certainly wasn’t expecting that and it draws the eyes of those immediately around you. It includes Lily and Regulus, although Mr. Tradeswell doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah, sure it would.” You pat Sirius on the shoulder. “You’re not even one drink in and you’re saying silly things.”

“Habit, darling,” he says, trying to cover his tracks. “A flirt’s going to flirt.”

You roll your eyes at him, but he just smiles now.

“Actually, though, how about we step out to finish these?” he asks as he pats his pocket enough for you to hear the soft tinkling of glass.

You shoot a brief look at Regulus who has returned to his conversation. You were supposed to be his date. What about Sirius’ date?

“Won’t Evans miss you?” you ask. 

“Don’t make me laugh,” Sirius says, already grinning. He could tell you want to say yes but are looking for a reason to say no. “As long as I… ugh, stay out of trouble, she doesn’t care.”

You purse your lips, giving Regulus one last look.

“Fine. You got any of those cigarettes?”

His grin gets wider, if that’s even possible.

“I thought you didn’t smoke.”

“Would you believe that I don’t drink either?”

You share a knowing look with him. Sirius throws an arm around your shoulder and guides you out the entrance of the room. You really hoped Regulus wouldn’t miss you too much, but he looked content when you left. You and Sirius don’t wander far. He turns into an alcove with a window. He cracks it open before leaning against the wall and fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He hands you one and lights it for you. 

“Just so you know,” you say, taking a drag, “I’m only out here because Reg looked okay.”

“He can fend for himself. He’s a big boy.”

You shrug. “He was pretty strung out that Sluggy wanted everyone to have a date for this thing.”

“A big boy who focuses on the wrong things… Most of the time.”

“He’s set to be Quidditch captain and his grades are nothing to turn a nose at. I’d say he focuses just fine.”

“Sure, but he’s in Slug Club.”

“So is your Lily Evans.”

“And she was friends with Snivellus until last year. Everyone has their faults.”

“Our faults are abandoning our dates to split mystery shots and smokes,” you say with a laugh. You finish your second cup, place it on the window ledge and hold out your hand for a vial. “Come on now, Black. Don’t be stingy.”

“You’re already a shot ahead of me.”

“And I’m about to be two. Give it.”

He gives you a look you can’t quite read before handing you a vial. You uncap it and take the shot. 

“So,” you say after making a gagging noise, “Andy. What’s this tree she’s burned off of? You’re burned off of? Is Reg burned off it?”

“We, my parents have a family tree at home. They update it. And once you’re disowned, your face gets burned off. She’s engaged to a muggleborn so by family rules, off she goes. I ran away. Off I go.” He pauses and blows smoke out the window. “Your precious Regulus is still on the tree.”

“My precious…” you chuckle. 

Sirius takes a shot. “He is yours, isn’t he?” 

You immediately stop laughing.

“Regulus?”

“Yes.”

“No, Merlin, no.” You shake your head a little too fervently. “Friends. Just good friends.”

You hold out your hand for another vial. Sirius holds it out to you, but he doesn’t let go when you grab it.

“Are we friends?”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to pull the vial from his grasp.

“Are we friends, darling?” he repeats.

“If it gets me this vial, yes,” you spit. 

He lets go and you almost throw the vial to the ground with the force you were pulling it with. Almost. You uncap it and take the shot. You were beginning to feel the effects of your drinks. 

“Why does it matter if we’re friends?” you ask curiously, although your face is wearing a cold expression.

“You’re supposed to like me,” Sirius says with a shrug. 

“What?”

“You claim to be a dog person.”

Your cold laugh echoes around Sirius. It wasn’t the warm laugh that made his stomach flip; this one made it sink.

“You’re still on about that? I don’t get it, Black.”

“If you just gave me a chance,” he says, taking a step toward you.

You take a step back. “I did. And I decided your brother is more my taste.” You tilt your head. “He still is.”

“Why?”

“For the person he is.”

You snuff out your cigarette before it burns your fingers. You give Sirius a polite smile before turning to return to the party. You barely hear Sirius speak as you walk away.

“But I am a dog person.”

---

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” you say when you find Regulus.

You’re grateful he isn’t talking to Mr. Tradeswell anymore. He’s just sitting with other students.

“Where did you get alcohol?” he hisses, leaning toward you.

“Oh, you can smell that?” you ask, briefly trying to smell yourself.

He brings up his hand to stop you. “Yes. Now where?”

“Met your cousin officially. Andy. She gave some to Sirius and, well, he likes to share.”

“I think he likes you more than he likes sharing.”

You roll your eyes. “He just wants to be friends for some reason.”

“Yeah… Some reason…”

tags: @2dloveshp, @yearninglustfully, @made-for-oliverwood, @ilovejamespottersomuch, @hisparentsgallerryy, @itsseaberri, @corawithfanfiction, @devilslittlehelper, @jllyunn, @barnes70stark, @crowleythesexydemon, @flow33didontsmoke

Can you tell I like ending chapters with little comments from Regulus? Also debating creating a series masterlist so I don't have to keep updating each chapter. Anyone got title ideas beyond "A dog person"?

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷��𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐠𝐚 ♢ 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

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𝙖/𝙣 ➸ stan the john wick movies for giving me the baba yaga idea- this is pure filth- and im h-word at my own writing- also i listened to my god complex playlist on repeat while writing this- enjoy :)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: “oh kitten, you really thought you’d get away with touching what daddy owns, huh?” he asked, grabbing your cheeks roughly, forcing you to look up at him from your kneeled position on the floor in front of him, “think batting those pretty little eyes is gonna stop me? you’re so cute when you’re at my mercy.”

earlier that day….

“daddyyyy, please i’m bored,” you whined, your legs strewn over the side of the couch in his office.

“kitten, i suggest you stop whining unless you want to get punished,’ he scolded not even bothering to look up from his work, as a knock sounded on the door.

“enter,” you boyfriend said, his best friends sam and steve walking in, as sam began talking. steve looked at you, giving you a once over, his eyes hesitantly stopping at where your dress rose up on your thigh and it clicked.

you got up, giving sam a quick side hug, bucky’s eyes flickering to yours for a millisecond as sam stopped what he was saying giving you a quick “heya, love muffin” the nickname making you smile as you remembered the whole boss’ girl debacle.

you smiled fondly at the memory of it being the first day bucky let you come to work with him, you were in the kitchen eating a muffin when both sam and steve came in. they stopped, looking at you for a moment before coming up sam throwing the trashiest pick up line, asking if he could be your ‘love-muffin’. you replied saying how you didn't think your boyfriend would be ok with that. they gave you confuse glances, saying something along the lines of “whos the pussy that's not spending time with his girl and leaving her alone?” you simply giggled, saying the few words that made them look like deer in headlights, “oh just your boss, bucky.”

you laughed at their shocked expressions, brushing off saying how you wouldn't tell bucky about what they said. the next time you met, sam joked around about the meeting, calling you ‘love muffin’ and it stuck. but you knew for a fact it irritated bucky every time he said it, mainly because you never told him the origin story and it bugged him.

you moved to steve, giving him a hug, but lingering a little longer than sam, knowing bucky would catch on to the extended affection. steve hugged you back, kissing your forehead as you went back to the couch, deciding on how your plan should begin. the hug you gave steve was useless, only needing it to just give him a little edge.

they talked for a bit, your hands trailing up and down your exposed thigh, buckys eyes flickering over every minute, watching you for a few seconds before going back to the conversation. you pushed your dress up slightly, trailing your fingers up and down, before going across to your inner thigh. you pretended not to notice bucky staring at you, your eyes focused on a book that you picked up of boredom.

you smirked behind the pages, upping the stakes by spreading you legs slightly, happy that the two men who stood talking couldnt see you. your legs opened, giving bucky a view of the red lace panties you had on today. his eyes flickered to you, darkening before turning his attention back to the men. you huffed, deciding to go farther in your plan, you started toying with the edge of the fabric, pulling it up slightly.

sam and steve said bye, giving you a quick wave as you smiled at them, wishing them a good day. you went back to your book, legs spread all the way as your dress did little to hid your actions. you slipped your hand down your pants, swiping your arousal, moaning at the dampness. he looked at you, challenging you to continue. and you did.

you toyed with your clit, small moans leaving your mouth as he smirked at you, amused.

“oh, is kitten needy for daddy? is kitten that needy she wants to be a bad girl?” he mocked, standing up from his desk and walking over. by now your book was rested on your chest, your hand grasping part of your dress as you pleasured yourself.

he stalked over, grabbing your hand and pulling it from under your panties, “now, now darlin’, i didn’t say you could touch what’s mine. and you’re being a bad girl. and you know what bad girls get?”

“p-punished,” you said meekly, not meeting his eyes.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “exactly, kitten, and you’ve been bad girl, so you’re gonna stay right here, and not complain, and when we get home…imma remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“i asked you a question, kitty, i expect a response. unless, someone wants to be a bad kitty, hmm? you wanna be a bad kitten?” he questioned, kneeling down to you, his hand moving from your cheeks to your neck, pulling you to him.

you shook your head, a whine leaving your lips as his fingers squeezed your throat slightly, a smirk moving its way towards his face at your reaction. “oh, you wanna be good kitty? awhh, look at you, being a good girl…i think my kitty deserves some cream, huh?” he mocked your aroused state, standing back up as he unbuttoned his pants, barely pulling them down as his erection stood free.  your mouth watered slightly at the sight, his red tip dripping precum as veins popped.

“well, what are you waiting for, take my fucking cock,” he said, yanking your head back by your hair, eyes fueled with lust. he let go, hand still placed on your head as your mouth was on him not a second later, swallowing him. he guided your mouth, saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. he was too big to take, his head hitting the back of your throat with every small thrust of his hips, and your hand worked the rest, moving up and down in tandem with your mouth

your eyes traveled up him, settling on his thrown back head, small moans leaving his mouth as he praised you. his moaning only spurred you one, your hand dropping as you tried to take him whole. his hand pushed you down, taking control as his hips moved roughly, your gags sounding as the tears slid down your face.

“fuck…kitten, doin so well- fuck! takin’ my cock so good,” he praised, his other hand now placed on your head as he fucked your throat. you gagged more, tears soaking your face as your once perfect mascara, streamed down with them, “so close, kitten- fuck- wanna cum in that tight little pussy though.”

he stopped, pulling out and looking down at you, a smirk playing at his lips, “awh kitten you look so pretty down on your knees and absolutely ruined…might have to see you like this more often.”

you whimpered, the though of being on your knees and gagging on him making you clench your thighs together.

“awh, baby, that turn you on? want daddy to fuck your face again? god you’re a filthy little whore, but you’re my whore. ‘m so fucking lucky to have you kitten always so needy and ready for daddy, huh:? and that pussy is just so fucking perfect, kitten, always so fucking tight,” he praised, a whine-like sound escaping your lips as he looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

“what, kitten? what do you want?”

“please- please daddy- fuck me please,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke, the gravelly tone making bucky’s cock as he heard the aftermath of his pleasure.

“want daddy to fuck you, kitten? want daddy’s cock in you?” he teased, his hand on your cheek as his thumb pulled down your bottom lip, forcing its way into your mouth.

you nodded quickly, scooting forward in anticipation, his thumb leaving your mouth as his hand moved down to our neck, grabbing it and squeezing lightly. an involuntary moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“such a filthy kitten….on the bed, baby,” he ordered, his hand leaving your throat as you hurried onto the bed. he stood looking at you, pushing up the sleeves to his white dress shirt, a smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you wait.

“good girl,” he said, walking closer. the praise had you mewling, a chuckle sounding from his chest at your reaction.

“oh so now you wanna be my good girl?” he hummed, his hand going back to your throat but not squeezing. his thumb softly caressed your neck, his eyes filled with lust and love as you stared up at him, “on your back, kitten….i wanna taste this kitty’s cream.”

you didn’t follow his orders right away, the hand on your throat immediately pushing you so you were laying on your back, you legs dangling off the bed. he pulled you forward by the back of your knees, his mouth leaving hot kisses on your inner thighs as he made his way to your core.

“please…” you breathlessly moaned, the teasing make your cunt throb.

“don’t cum unless i say so, kitten, that’s your punishment,” he smirked, pulling down your panties as he left a quick kiss to your clit.

you whined, his tongue worked your clit, a finger circling your entrance before sinking in, a moan escaping your mouth as it curled hitting your g spot. you felt his smirk against you, his fingers moved faster, moans leaving your lips. your hand pulled at his hair, writhing underneath his mouth.

“please daddy- im so close, please,” you whined, knowing if he continued you would cum.

he pulled away, tutting and shaking his head, “you know the rules kitten, no coming unless i say so. and you don’t want daddy to mad, do you? ‘cause you know what they call me when i don’t get my way, huh babygirl?” you nodded, not meeting his eyes. he moved towards you, a hand forcing your face to meet his.

“what do they call me, kitten?”

“…baba yaga,” you said quietly.

“and why?” he questioned, an eyebrow arched waiting for your answer.

“b-because you turn into the boogeyman when you dont get what you want…” you said, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, his eyes flickering down to your mouth. he smirked, his hand letting go of your face and moving to your throat, trailing down slowly before his fingers wrapped around your throat. a quiet moan left your lips, your legs clenching at his dark gaze. “awhh is kitten turned on by daddy’s hand around her neck?” he fake pouted, his voice mocking as his other hand slipped between your legs, “you like daddy choking you? bet you also like daddy’s fingers on this pussy, huh? just a filthy little slut for me.”

your hand gripped his forearm, eyes pleading to let you cum but your reaction only spurred him on, his fingers moving faster against your clit. your eyes rolled back, the pleasure too much as you held back your orgasm, pleads for him  to stop rolling off your lips.

“please buck- please no more- i cant take it- please.”

he pulled away, pouting, “come on kitten, you know what to call me, don’t make me punish you further by not letting you come at all tonight. i’m being very lenient today.”

“sorry, daddy,” you squeaked out, squirming under his hard stare.

“good girl,” he breathed, aligning his cock with your entrance, teasing you, “now continue being that good girl and take this cock like the slut i know you are.”

his words and his slow invasion into you had you moaning, the stretch still nothing you were used to. his groans mixed with yours, small whispers of your name following as he pumped in and out of you.

“please, daddy, faster- please need you to fill me up- please,” breathy moans left your mouth, nails digging into his skin.

“faster, baby? want me to ruin this pretty pussy? wanna be leaking with my cum?” he taunted, hips slowing as you let out a whine.

“no, faster daddy, please, faster,” you mewled, hips bucking to his but his hand held your waist down.

“say it, kitten, tell me what you want daddy to do,” he groaned.

“want you to go faster, daddy, want you to ruin my pussy, please, daddy,” you begged, eyes pleading as he finally complied, a smirk on his face as he pounded into you. your moans caught in your throat, eyes rolling back slightly. “so tight, kitten, almost like i’ve never fucked you before,” he moaned, hands in a bruising grip on your hips, “just my little fuck-toy, huh, kitten? just love daddy fucking you so good.”

“p-please daddy- i-im so close- please,” your back arched, moans and whines leaving your lips.

“already, kitten? just started having my fun, hold it, baby, you cum when i tell you,” he commanded, a whimper leaving your lips, “got that kitten?”

“y-yes daddy,” you whined, tears welling from the inability to release.

“awhh, is kitten gonna cry? kitten can’t handle daddy fucking her so hard? not letting her cum? you wanna cum, then beg,” his hand slid to your throat, applying the lightest of pressure, but it was enough to send you over, pleads leaving your mouth.

“please daddy, please, i’ll be good i promise, please need’a cum, please daddy,” you begged, whimpering with each of his thrusts.

“cum, kitten, cum,” he moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him, squeezing him.

you moaned as he kept pounding into you, a smirk on his lips as he pulled out, your cum following before he flipped you over, leaning down to your ear as whispered, “don’t get tired on me now, kitten, daddy’s not done with you just yet.”

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on the way - pierre-luc dubois

a/n: this is just pure self-indulgent filth. i'm so sorry, i need jesus or something. anyways please let me know what you think! oh and go listen to on the way by jhené aiko. also there’s one little easter egg in here and i'm dying to see if any of my very specific fellow whores pick up on it.

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It sounded like an intriguing idea at first, but now nearly a week and a half later you were struggling.

No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, it wasn’t happening. Your mind was stuck on him. His intoxicating scent, his large frame that made you feel so tiny, his soft beard that your thighs had suffered at the hands of more times than you could count.

Sex with Pierre had always been an adventure, one you had no complaints about, but this was your idea to keep things interesting. The season was long and exhausting, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have moments when you missed the excitement of those first touches early in your relationship. In hopes of getting that feeling back, you challenged him to go his entire road trip without getting off. It was a mutual deal, the same applying for you too, but on day nine you found yourself caving.

Pierre was scheduled to come back tomorrow, if you could last only twelve more hours you would make it, but you just couldn’t. You had been keyed up for days, and if his texts were any indication of how he was doing Pierre was feeling the same. You felt horrible, the guilt already washing over you, but it was too late. Your mind was made up as you laid yourself down on the bed, back resting heavy against the pillows.

What harm would it cause? Pierre would never know… right?

You were wearing one of his t-shirts, the hem resting on the middle of your thigh as you slipped your hand beneath it. You trailed it up to your torso before gently massaging your breast, your other hand outlining the lace of your panties.

You were already so worked up just from your wandering imagination so it didn’t take much to get a reaction out of you. Your fingertips ever so softly brushed against your covered clit, the moan you let out embarrassingly loud. Your shirt was now bunched up across your collarbone as you continued, your middle and pointer finger rubbing soft circles across your throbbing nub.

You could feel your wetness pooling through your panties, your breathing already hitching as you quickened your pace. You finally stopped teasing yourself, instead slipping your hand beneath the fabric, a loud sigh escaping your lips as you felt your bare wet pussy for the first time in what felt like months.

Your chest was heaving as you slid two fingers inside, curling perfectly against your g-spot with each motion. But before you could get any closer, you pulled them out and leaned onto your side, opening your nightstand drawer to grab the small bullet you used on nights like this alone.

With one simple click, you felt the steady hum of the vibrator against your palm, a soft fuck leaving your mouth as you pressed it against your clit. The sensation was overwhelming after getting yourself so close just seconds before.

So overwhelming that you didn’t hear the clicking of the front door opening.

Your back arched off the bed with a deafening moan, your toes curling as you felt your high approaching. You gently moved it back and forth against your swollen clit, the sounds in the room obscene as you got closer and closer. But just before you could let yourself fall off the edge, you were interrupted.

“Well, hello there.”

Your eyes flew open and legs clamped shut when you heard him. You scrambled to sit up, putting in your best effort to look like you hadn’t just been caught doing exactly what it looked like you were doing, even though you knew there was no point.

You pulled the shirt down over your body, backing yourself up to lean on the headboard, your head hanging down in shame. Pierre was standing in the doorway, still in his game-day suit, his tie undone and top buttons open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spoke, his voice stern.

“I- I’m sorry,” you stuttered, “I swear I didn’t before this, I just- I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

Pierre stepped closer to you, throwing his suit jacket across the room, not even caring that it was now in a wrinkling pile on the floor. The room smelled like sex, the scent of your pussy filling the air as he stood over your body still struggling to catch its breath.

“We decided to leave right after the game instead. Thought I would surprise you but clearly you’re already busy.”

“Luc…” you whispered, “I didn’t- I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh babygirl, you’re going to have to do better than that and you know it,” he chuckled, his gaze turning towards the bullet resting against your thigh.

You swallowed heavily as he stared down at you, the lust behind his usually soft blue eyes making you timid.

“What’s this, hmm?” he questioned as he ran the smooth material between his rough fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again.

Pierre didn’t respond to your desperate apology, rather he switched it on, smirking as he felt the vibrations run through his hand.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

You gulped again, hesitant to do what he said because you knew exactly what you were in for.

“I said lay down,” Pierre repeated, this time harshly pushing your knees open causing you to fall back.

You gasped at the sudden movement, the cool air hitting your hot core making your body shutter.

“Oh, babygirl,” he groaned as he took you in. Your pussy was glistening in the dim light, clearly swollen from what you had already done. Your nipples peaked beneath the soft material of his t-shirt, the Blue Jackets logo resting just above your left breast. Your cheeks were bright red and your hair was sticky with sweat against your forehead.

Without waiting another second, Pierre pressed the humming vibrator against your inner thigh, slowly dragging it closer to where you needed him.

“Luc,” you wined, desperately wishing he would give you something, anything.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he spoke, “I don’t think you're in the position to be making requests, do you?”

You resentfully shook your head, mumbling, “No.”

“Sorry what was that?” he continued, moving the vibrator to your other thigh making your legs tense up in shock.

“No… daddy.”

Pierre smiled above you, finally deciding you deserved some relief. He removed the vibrator from your leg, pressing it right against your throbbing clit. The cry you let out was music to his ears, his suit pants already growing tighter.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned, the sensation overwhelming your body as he increased the speed with a click.

“Feel good, princess?” He questioned.

You frantically nodded, your legs started to shake beneath his touch.

“You really want to cum don’t you?”

“Please, daddy-” you choked out, “Please.”

“Too bad,” he growled, pulling the bullet off you.

You whined immediately at the loss of contact, feeling your high slip away and out of your grasp. Pierre stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders as he watched you writhe below him.

“All those nights I was alone and thinking about you I never did anything about it,” he mumbled, “You think that was easy?”

He paused waiting for your response, waiting for you to lift your head from where it was buried in the pillow. He emphasized his question with a hard squeeze on your hip earning a squeal from you.

“You think I enjoyed ignoring my cock, babygirl, hmm?

“No,” you whispered, your breath hitching as he kissed up your thighs.

“No, but we made a promise, remember?”

“Yes,” you moaned, squirming as his beard tickled your skin, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah?” Pierre spoke into your skin, just inches away from your pulsing pussy.

You nodded, your head falling back as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit before you heard the strum of the vibrator again.

“Show me how sorry you are.”

After mere seconds he had you right on the edge again, his thick fingers guiding the bullet over your clit in soft circles. Your legs began to shake and your hands had a death grip on the sheets.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, “Fuck daddy, please, please.”

But you should have known better because as soon as Pierre recognized that you were right there, he pulled away once more.

“I don’t think you deserve it,” he deadpanned as you stirred in frustration, your hands tangling in your hair as the tingling between your legs burned.

You were so desperate you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your overwhelming need to release the only thought on your mind. Pierre rubbed gentle circles onto the crevice of your hips, his mouth laying wet, hot kisses across your chest and neck while he waited for your body to come down.

“Luc, please,” you whimpered, your voice rough with desperation, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You gonna be a good girl for daddy, hmm?” he asked, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at his suddenly soft touch.

“I promise,” you whispered, looking up at him with your most innocent eyes, “Please.”

Pierre slid down your body, this time running his rough pointer finger through your soaking folds before turning the vibrator on. You sighed loudly as he teased your entrance with it, your clit pulsating in anticipation before he finally connected them again.

“Fuck,” you cried out, your legs wrapping around his broad back while he lay face to face with your pussy watching it flutter in pleasure.

“Luc, I can’t…” you whined knowing you couldn’t last any longer as you shook beneath him.

“Go ahead, babygirl,” Pierre murmured, “Cum for me, be a good girl for me.”

The relief you felt was astronomical as one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had exploded within you. Your back arched off the mattress and one of your hands reached for his still-damp curls, the other digging into the sheets like your life depended on it. His name fell from your lips like a chant, his cocky smirk only growing as he pushed the vibrator into you even harder.

“Fuck, Luc, I-” you screamed, the realization that he had no intention of letting up anytime soon hitting you.

Your body continued to tremble as your second high ran through your body, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. You moved one hand down to try and push his away, but your strength didn’t even compare to his.

“No, no babygirl. Now that I let you cum I’m not gonna let you fucking stop,” he growled, not moving or lessening his pressure one bit.

Your body shook like it never had before, the buzz between your legs so strong it was numbing. You felt terrible for your poor neighbors, but there was no way you were able to control the obscene noises spewing from your lips.

“Hold it,” you heard, his words snapping you out of the trance you were stuck in.

“I can’t- daddy, please,” you begged.

“Hold it,” he repeated, this time grabbing your wrist and guiding it down to your pussy.

You gave into his order, taking the vibrator between your fingers as he pulled back.

“Don’t even think about it moving it.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt another high overcoming your body, more tears burning from behind your irises. You heard Pierre’s belt clink, followed by him kicking his suit pants off.

Your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, waiting for him to come back as you laid spread out in front of him, quivering as your body wracked with pleasure.

“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Just for me,” Pierre groaned as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds.

You both audible sighed when he pushed into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he bottomed out. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust before he began snapping his hips against yours, quickly finding a relentless pace.

Pierre knew he wasn’t going to last long with the way you were fluttering around him already, the constant purr of the vibrator forcing you over the edge endlessly.

“Shit, babygirl,” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening, without a doubt leaving an impression you would feel and see for days to come.

One of your hands snaked around his back, your nails digging into his shoulder blade as he hit your g-spot perfectly. You wanted nothing more than to drop the bullet and tangle your other hand in his hair, but you didn’t dare risk upsetting him even more. You were already so spent, you didn’t know how much more of his wrath you could take.

You knew Pierre was close with the way his hips were stuttering and his cock was twitching inside you.

“Please,” you moaned, “Fill me up, daddy,” you encouraged, rubbing the vibrator harder side to side against your clit as you chased your… well you honestly couldn’t remember what number it would be.

That was all Pierre needed to hear before he was spilling into you, the sudden warmth pushing you into your last orgasm of the night. A string of swears fell from his mouth before he collapsed on top of you, his arms caging you in while his head was tucked beside yours.

You struggled to find the off button, moaning a sigh of relief as the buzzing finally started to subside.

Pierre didn't move, rather he stayed inside of you for several minutes as you both came down. You ran your hands through his waves, a soft smile gracing your face as you heard him hum in content, nuzzling his face even deeper into the crook of your neck.

Your body was so physically and mentally drained that you started to doze off just like that, only coming back to consciousness when Pierre spoke.

“Hi,” he whispered, smiling as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“Hi,” you laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his pink lips.

Pierre melted against your mouth, one of his large hands cupping your face as he showed you just how badly he missed you.

“You good?” He pulled back and asked, running his thumb across your flushed cheek.

Pierre knew how to be rough, but he also knew just how to take care of you after. No matter how filthy things got, he was your soft, cuddly boy the second it was over.

“I’m great,” you replied, smirking as he chuckled at your words.

Pierre pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pushed himself up on his forearms and finally pulled out, shushing you when you winced at the abrupt loss.

“Shhh, you’re okay, babygirl,” he cooed, stroking up and down your thigh.

Your body was so weak after everything, still shivering as he touched you, even in such an innocent manner.

Pierre laid on his side beside you, pulling you into his chest while resting one of his heavy arms against your torso.

“So when did you get this?” he asked, gesturing to the vibrator.

Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and you turned your body to hide your face in his shoulder. You never had any intentions of showing it to Pierre, but of course, he found out anyways.

“Um, I- I don’t know, a little bit ago?”

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl,” he laughed, “I plan on making good use of it.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, “As if you haven’t already.”

“As if you didn’t enjoy it,” he jested, throwing you a wink when you rolled your eyes at him, “Bath or shower?”

“Do you think I can stand in the shower right now?”

“Bath it is,” Pierre snickered, lifting you from your spot in the mattress, the imprint of your tired body leaving an impression. He carried you into the bathroom bridal style, peppering your face with kisses in between giggles before starting the water.

It was good to have your boy home.

[acapelladitty]

Jason Todd/Female Reader: Breathplay (1.8k)

(Warnings: choking, fingering, outdoor displays)

Being cornered by the infamous Red Hood was not how you had anticipated this night to end and, as you watched the final body of your fellow henchmen fall to the floor after a swift kick to the temple, you can’t help but eye up the only exit to the alleyway you were currently trapped in; an exit which stood behind the dark figure who was now watching you cautiously.

“Don’t think about it, sweetheart.”

His voice was gruff, muffled by the red helmet which covered his entire head and prevented you from seeing his expression as he slowly approached you, knowing that you were unarmed and unlikely to pose any real threat as he spoke once more.

“I can’t believe that a cutie like you works for someone like Dent.”

Cutie.

Despite your anxiety, the compliment is noted, and you hope it is enough to buy you some leniency.

His strides towards you were confident and you found yourself stepping back for every step he took forward until you felt your spine connect against the mesh of a metal fence. Glancing up, the fence was too high to scale and a growing sense of panic overtook you as you realised you were trapped.

While not as openly dangerous or sadistic as some of the other costumed rogues, the Red Hood was not known for his mercy and the blood on his hands was well known across Gotham. With this knowledge in mind, as his presence looms over you, it seems only natural that you feel a spike of fear as his hand slams against the metal just off to the side of your head.

“So where is he? Where is Dent hiding?”

“I-I can’t tell you that, he’ll kill me.”

Red Hood chuckles, speaking almost conversationally as he invades your personal space.

“Listen, don’t make me threaten to shoot you. I don’t like threatening to shoot pretty women when they’re unarmed, even if they’re working for a maniac.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t-”

His hand is quicker than you could have anticipated as it wraps around your throat and gives a threatening squeeze; not harsh by any means, but enough to indicate that he meant business.

“Look, I don’t hav- was that a moan?”

You didn’t respond to his question but the high flush of colour which decorated your cheeks was enough to be a dead giveaway. His hand around your throat had caught you off-guard and, in your heightened state of tension, it had sent a wave of pure arousal through you which allowed a low moan to escape your lips.

The hand around your throat keeps its position but it loosens slightly as he hesitates, obviously debating something with himself as his body remains frozen in place. Coming to a decision, his free hand snakes around the back of his head and, with a slight metallic hiss, his helmet comes free in his hand as he drops it to the ground delicately.

“Oh, babygirl, I heard that moan.”

A fresh flush of heat sweeps across your entire body as you meet his eyes.

Fuck, he’s handsome.

You had seen his face before, plastered across several target boards which told you he had a price on his head from Roman Sionis, the Black Mask himself. But those posters did little justice to showcase his thick dark hair which was only marred by a bright, white streak over his forehead and the many attractive features below. His eyes were a sharp blue and his tanned skin only served to make the whites of his eyes seem even sharper as he fixed you with a pointed gaze, a smirk curling the edges of his lips.

“Maybe you’ll give Dent up with a little incentive.” His free hand comes to rest against your hip and every through the fabric of your jacket and slacks, you swear you can feel the heat of his touch, “What do you think? Up for it?”

“Yes.” You sigh out, your hand coming to lay atop his as you move it towards your chest, sensing what he was asking you and giving your consent without too much thought as you were caught up in the moment, “Please?”

“Please?” His eyes narrow, searching your expression even as both his hands fly to your wrists, pinning them against the metal fence as he measures out your intent, “Are you sure you want this?”

“Do it,” you groan, arcing your upper body out towards him, “but put your hand around my neck again.”

He complies with a low growl, releasing your hands to once again grip at your throat and his free hand instead brushes across your chest, cupping each breast as he took his time exploring your clothed flesh.

“You’re certainly something, cutie.” He mutters into the small space between you as his hand dips lower, tracing along the waistband of your slacks as you gasp in place, pushing your groin towards his travelling fingers.

Unable to move too much, you can only release a pathetic whimper as his hand unzips the fly of your slacks and dips within the space; the tips of his fingers running along the cloth of your panties as they follow the concealed slit there. Pushing past the fabric, his finger teases the entrance of your sex and you grind against him, willing him to apply more pressure and he does so without preamble, thrusting his finger within you and sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your spine as he moves within you.

A second finger is quick to join the first as your fingers scramble against the chain links of the metal fence and your laboured breathing becomes more intense. The pleasure builds across your core; your growing wetness quickly coating his fingers and making his movements much slicker as his thumb brushes soft circles along your clit.

Small white spots were beginning to touch the edges of your vision as his hand kept up its impressive pressure against your throat and you jump in place as his other hand pauses its delightful ministrations against your aching core.

“Do you still want this?” His voice is rough, and you swear you can sense the slightest hesitation behind the words, but you put it down to a lack of proper oxygen as you writhe against him.

“Yes.” You breathe out gently, the most you can manage due to your restricted windpipe, but he nods your consent as his fingers slip past your panties once again to resume their skilled exploration of your sex.

The sensation of his fingers wrapped around your throat was intoxicating and low grunts and moans escape your lips as you focus on his expression and the lustful intensity which lay within his piercing gaze as he watched your every reaction carefully. You can feel the lack of oxygen causing your blood to roar within your ears; the sensation mixing with the unbearable pleasure of his fingers as they stroked along your slit and focused on your clit, rubbing rough circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves until it was almost unbearable.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” He purrs into your ear, his fingers flexing against your throat to allow you the ability to answer.

“Oh, fuck yes.” You reply, the final sound drawing out into a low hiss as he renews his assault on your aching core, fingers moving rapidly within you as he pushed you to your end.

“Then do it.” A soft growl accompanies the words as his lips curl into a knowing smirk, sensing how close you were.

His hand tightened once again, truly cutting off your air supply as he thrust two fingers within you, curling them against your sweetest spot as his thumb moved frantically across your clit. You couldn’t hold out any longer and your vision almost seems to black out momentarily as your orgasm hits; every nerve in your body seeming to alight at once as the lack of oxygen heightened all sensation and forced your walls to clamp around his fingers. Your mess coating your panties and his hand as your fingers claw desperately at the chain link fence, trying to find any purchase that would take your mind off the intense pleasure curling your toes and frying your senses.

He loosens his grip around your throat just as the intensity of your orgasm begins to subside and hot tears threaten the edges of your vision as the first gulps of air reach your aching lungs. Your legs feel weak and you are grateful for the hard support of his body against yours as your body twitches its appreciation of the fresh oxygen.

“I don’t know what pay Dent offers but I can offer better benefits.” The final word is purred, leaving no guesswork on his meaning, “So if you fancy a change in employer, the Red Hood would be more than happy to take you on.”

Barely comprehending his words, you glance up at his expression, noting both the lust and satisfaction which flashes through his gaze as his eyes met your own.

“What?”

“Just something to keep in mind, cutie.” He smirks, dipping one hand down to pick up his discarded helmet, “Now, do you want to tell me where Dent is holed up?”

“138 Crystal Wave Lane.” You respond a little hoarsely, “Just to the west of the Falcone meat packing place.”

“Thanks, doll. You’ve saved me a lot of time.”

Pulling away from you, he takes a respectful step back to allow you to re-zip your fly and get yourself in a presentable state as you test out the strength in your legs.

“Will you get home from here?”

Not expecting the question, it takes you a moment to answer.

“Yeah, I live just around the block. In the flats.”

“Okay.”

“On the top floor.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Second window from the right.”

“Noted.”

Taking a step forward, you note the tension is his body as he moves to help but finds it is unnecessary as you are steady enough on your feet to walk without assistance. Glancing around at your fallen comrades, you are thankful that no one was able to witness your little escapade and you hasten to make your exit.

Turning back to look at the now re-hooded Red Hood, you allow your eyes to follow his lithe form as it quickly scales a nearby fire escape and disappears up the nearby rooftop, no doubt on his way to pay your former boss a less than friendly visit.

The Red Hood was not known for his mercy but a smirk tugged at the edges of your lips as you consider that the fact that you know, beyond a doubt, that he absolutely has more than just blood on his hands.

Fic also available on AO3 here.

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Not Even Close

Sam Drake/Reader

Sam is away on a job and you miss him. Naturally, he never forgets to call, and one thing leads to another. No spoilers.

Rating: Explicit (Dirty Talk, NSFW)

Word Count:  2,429

On Ao3

“You’re terrible.” A broken off sound of surprise is heard before Sam chuckles. “That’s how you want to greet me?” “You made me wait on purpose!” you announce, having waited for his call for more than a few minutes, and it just so happened to put you on the edge. “I didn’t” “You’re a liar” “We’ve established that already.” “Fair... Fair.” you admit at last, laughing. Hearing his voice finally just felt too good. “What have you been up to?” he asks after you spend a second in silence, in which both of you simply enjoy the presence of each other. “Thinking about you.” you answer and he chuckles softly. “Good girl.” “What about you?” “Wait, you’re not telling me what else you’ve been up to? Where are my steamy shower stories?” “I never signed up for that” you remind him playfully. “That’s exactly what you signed up for when you decided to stay with me” he reminds you equally, and you laugh it off. “What else have I been up to... I took a walk outside.” You look out of the window and see the sun shining brightly, though a few clouds threaten to conceal it. As your gaze comes back into the room, you see one of Sam’s books on the coffee table, the one that he had left there. “I read a little - that book you put out for me.” “Oh, did you like it?” he asks, genuinely curious. “I liked the parts of it that reminded me of you. It’s like I could taste you through it” You draw your bare feet up onto the couch as the intensity of remembering his touch becomes too much to bear. He seems to notice the change.

“Did you... play with yourself when you thought of me?” “Sam!” you gasp in shock and laugh. “You did.” “Just because you do that when you think of me doesn’t mean the opposite is true!” “You're saying that like it’s a bad thing.” “... It’s not.” you correct yourself with a suggestive undertone. “... Off to a promising start.” he responds, playing it cool.

“So what have you been doing over there?” you ask in a lightened manner. “Besides thinking of you?” “And masturbating while thinking of me, yes” you confirm. “Not much” he confesses after a weary sigh, “Meeting a few contacts, getting a certain collector’s item.” “Huh. Contacts. Any hot women?” “They don’t even get close to you in terms of hotness” he replies without hesitance. “So there are hot women around.” you conclude sharply. “Not according to my standards now, no.” he explains chuckling, managing just barely to convince you the bar had been raised dramatically since he met you. “Anyway give me, I don’t know, two more days I think, and I’m out of here.” “Off to the next spot? Where you’ll meet me?” you ask grinning, but you notice his answer does not come as fast as usual. “We’ve talked about this.” he says, and it sounds almost accusing, though you knew it was not his usual tone. It was just when he genuinely cared, and he did not want to argue because he cared. “I know” you answer gently, thinking a long time before you decide to speak up again. “I just wish--” “It’s just one week, baby. I’ll be back before you even finish that book.” he assures you. “Who says I was planning on finishing it?” you remark. “You just want to be a tease now, don’t you?” Your hand runs along one of your legs as you think about what he was implying, feeling the sensation of the sun on your skin and remembering the other sensation, namely his touch, of so many past times. “Maybe” “Sounds like you need to be put in your place.” His low tone ignites a fire in your core, and yet it is not a demand, but an open invitation clearly. “Definitely” you answer, knowing that although he was polite and caring, in the end he wanted you to obey. “Are you alone?” “I am.” he chuckles as if he knows what you are implying. “All alone in my hotel room. You?” “All alone at home” you reply, your own hand grazing over your thigh, only stopping at the fabric of the shorts you wear. “Squeeze your breasts for me, will you?” he asks with what sounds like a sigh of remembrance. You do as he says and while one hand holds the phone even closer to your ear, your other runs up, squeezing one of your breasts through the fabric of your T-shirt, a hum making it past your lips in reaction. “Hmm, that feels good” “You really miss me, don’t you?” You moan quietly at his seductive low voice and nod to yourself. “I do” “Give your ass a nice squeeze from me too” he demands, but as your hand already moves over the fabric, he hastens, “Wait -- slowly. Enjoy the ride down.” You stop instantly, but then follow up, running your hand down over your stomach and hips, then towards your side, shifting at once for better access. “There” He sounds accomplished as he hears you change positions. “Take your time.” A sigh announces that you have fulfilled his wish. The light squeeze feels much better than expected, the instruction creating the illusion of your hand being led by another. “Does it feel good?” He finally grows impatient as you forget communicating your feelings. “So good” you answer. “Please, I want more” “So eager” he remarks and you can tell from the sound of his voice that he wants nothing more than to have you beg for it. “Sam” you say still eagerly, giving yourself to him fully, intimately, “I miss your hands so much. I want to feel your strong hands” “You’re gonna have to be patient and wait for it, babygirl” he reminds you softly, but follows up right away when he hears your restless sigh, “Is your hand between your legs?” “No” you answer honestly, though now your hand runs from the side of your hips over to the front. “I’ll--” “Easy there. Go slow.” he reminds you in his firm and sensual voice, picking up on your intention. “Are you wet?” “I think so” you answer not entirely sure, your hand resting upon the fabric. “What are you wearing? Take it off.” he insists. “Just... a pair of shorts. And a T-shirt” You comply with the demand, struggling to undo the button with one hand for a moment, then unzip the short pair of pants, resettling and letting them drop to the floor, feet pushing it off before retreating to rest on the seat. It seems like Sam knows that you have complied once he hears the sounds of you pushing your shirt up just enough to see yourself.

“Let your hand run along those beautiful legs” he breaks in, but again stops you from touching yourself too fast, “I want you to go real slow.” You swallow, your own hand stroking the outside of your thigh up, then down on the inner side, building the tension that is released in a sigh when you touch yourself through your underwear. “I’m wet” you answer, noticing the shiver in your own voice. Sam breathes deeply and you can hear the clasp of his belt being undone over the phone, then the hint of a zipper becoming unfastened. “Yes, touch yourself for me, too” you request. “Already at it, baby” he sighs, “You’re in my head now” “What are you thinking of?” “Of how weak you become and how you moan when I stretch you with my cock” “Oh Sam” you moan immediately, caught off-guard with your core instantly tightening. “Run those fingers along your clit” His voice becomes softer when he calls your name right after, revealing to you that he himself was struggling with his arousal. “Hmm, yes” you hum, your thighs loosely pressed together as you run your hand past the thin fabric along your clit and entrance. “You’re going to take me when you come back home?” “First thing I’ll do when I get home” he answers breathlessly and you can hear the rustle of fabric in the background, leading you to imagine how he was stroking himself. You keep caressing yourself softly, but lazily and he seems to become aware of the difference in pace.

“Do you remember that present I got you?” he suddenly breaks in. In your memory you recall the little gift for lonely hours he handed you before he left, as well as your own surprised face upon undoing the ribbon around the little box and opening it - and his mischievous grin when you looked up to meet his gaze. “Yes... I-- I tired myself out on it the other day, to be honest” you admit with a light blush upon your cheeks, making him chuckle. “That’s how much you miss me?” he asks amusedly. “You wanna get it and use it for me?” You agree soft-spokenly, although there is no lack of embarrassment that comes with it.

With the long, slightly curved silver wand taken out of your lingerie drawer, you come back to your seat on the couch. “Use it. Tell me how it feels inside you” he guides, and though you are somewhat shy about it, it excites you so much that you feel your skin prickling at the idea - and your whole body tenses, then becomes hot when you push the thicker end - as opposed to the narrow one - of the metallic wand inside you, your underwear hastily shoved aside. “How does it feel, baby?” he asks again when he hears only the held-back sounds of pleasure you make. “It’s so good, my-- It’s big” “It’s smaller than me” he chuckles. “I haven’t had you in 3 days!” you remind him, then moan quietly as the wand seemingly slides inside on its own, your own body longing to be filled. The smooth metal feels cold at first, creating an unusual sensation, but warms up right away. “Sam” you whimper. “Yes?” he sighs in anticipation. “I need you to fuck me” “Imagine it’s my cock, baby. Imagine me on top of you” “Oh God” The thought drives you crazy, and as you close your eyes you can really sense him on top of you, leaned over, grasping onto the backrest while burying himself deep inside of you. You see his muscular chest and arms, his abs, the way his body moves against yours. “Yes, that’s it... let me inside you all the way” he encourages, speaking in such a low, aroused tone that you feel your wetness along your own fingertips as you carefully push the toy further inside. “Oh God” you say once more, withered and tainted by the lust you feel in your core. You remember the build of the curved toy from when you tried it the other day, and it hits the same sensitive spot again, making you squirm, your feet autonomously setting up on the very edge of your seat, legs wide apart.

“Fuck yourself for me” he demands, breathing heavily along with you and you sense he must be stroking himself too. You again do as he says and are unable to hold back your moaning when you push the toy in and out of you. “Your voice is so fucking sexy” he curses and you hear the faint metallic sound of his belt against the button of his pants, your imagination of what he was doing to himself running wild. “Tell me how it feels for you, too” you demand helplessly. “I’m so hard for you, I can’t take it.” he answers in between heavy breathing. “Fuck yourself harder, like I do when I make you come” You whimper as you feel your stomach in a knot at his words, but comply nevertheless. He must be able to guess you are pleasuring yourself harder just from the sounds of it. “God” he breaks in weakly, “I can hear it -- I can hear your wet cunt taking it” A deep blush settles on your cheeks as you take note of the wet sounds created by the toy being shoved in and out of you. “Don’t stop” he says when he notices you hesitating, breath hitching from his own handwork. “I want you to go hard just like that” “Oh God, Sam” you whimper, fucking yourself in the same hard pace again, legs growing weak when you feel yourself getting closer and closer. “That’s it, baby... Touch your clit” “I can’t-- I’m gonna come if I do” “I’m gonna come too” he warns, his voice so weak, like he was all yours, “I want to hear you first” You hesitate for a moment but then position your hand in a way that the lower end of your palm casually brushes your clit while you keep pleasuring yourself with the toy. Involuntarily you thrust the wand in faster, harder, and with the gentle tapping of your hand against your clit feel the release arising. “Ah, Sam-- I’m coming” “Good girl, stretch that tight little cunt-- ” He breaks off in his own groaning, reluctant sighs of lust releasing along with your name. “Fuck-- I’m-- fuck” You moan hard when you realize he is coming at the thought of you, your stomach twisting until the sparks are released and your conscience vanishes for a split second. The heavy breathing calms down slowly and the two of you share the last few strokes together quietly.

“That was hot” Sam comments, and after a short break you hear him shifting in his seat. You slowly slide the toy out of you and let your legs drop weakly, lying down on your side, sighing in peace. “You’re hot, doing yourself like that” he adds. “Says the man who makes it a point to seduce me every damn time” you counter, making both of you laugh in amusement. “I have to, right? Can’t have you run off somewhere.” he comments. “Be a good girl until I come home, alright?” “I am not making any promises.” you answer. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’ll have to call and check up on me. That’s what it means.” you state the obvious. “Check up on you” he repeats, chuckling. “Got a taste for it now?” “Never said I didn’t like it.” you reveal. “Although nothing beats the taste of your kisses.” “You’ll get so many that you’ll grow tired of them when I get back.” “I wonder if I ever will.” you say and smile happily.

[leboutique-lily]

Hey I just read a fic and omg. I'd like to request a Jungkook smut. a virgin going through all the bases nervously but excited and obviously very horny and wet. he fingers her and then when he feels how wet she is he just has to taste her. he makes her squirt eating her out and then he fucks her with his big cock 🥵 and she's so small, but takes it and just about cries and begs to cum again and then he finds out her daddy kink and makes her squirt as she screams Daddy and then aftercare pls🌸

A thousand years later, here I'm. I'm so sorry sweet anon, life carried me away... but here I am, hopping that somehow you find this 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Here it is ❤

° Boyfriend!Jungkook》female!reader

° Smut, Fluff, Jungkook (cause he's a warning)

° Kissing, nudity, one little bite, orgasm control, oral (female receive), hand job, light dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, penetration, fingering, loss of virginity, sweet sweet jungkook, than teasing jungkook, then sweet jungkook, nice reader I like her, so much blushing.

• This is unedited in a level that I can't even comprehend. I'm sorry!

°•●•°

BLUSH

Hot.

A burning feeling spreading across your checks, the carmine color tinting the soft skin and bringing amusement to your beloved.

The sweet boy seated beside you, gigling from your flustered state - one that he brought upon you, for a fact - too happy with himself for being the one able to make you melt like an ice cream on the Saara desert.

He love the red dust on your face, going down your neck, the way you can't keep eye contact or talk without stutter and tumble on your words. This are the moments that he lives for. You on the other hand just want to dig a whole to the other side of the world and dive on it.

The reason why you're at this state? Well this time, a movie.

You guys were watching some good old action movie, then it went from punches and dynamite (yeah) to other explosive actions.

The couple on the screen started a heated make out session that move on to a very... hot as hell fuck. There was legs and arms and skin everywhere, but what cough your attention was the dominance that the male oozed, soft but present.

Jungkook is a very observant young man, he can catch every nuance and every flick of reaction from you. You were there, certain that you were keeping your cool, a nice and blanted face to a normal thing such as a hot steamy sex, kind of loud too.

But, girl... you were so wrong. He could read you like an open book and he couldn't resist to tease you. He loves teasing you.

"Are you okay there, baby?"

That sly smirk and amused tone that he failed to hide getting on your nerves.

"Yes. I'm totally fine, why wouldn't I?"

You know when you try to sound light and confident but instead end it up like what despair would sound like? Yup, that was you right now and you know why? Because you know once your little shit of a boyfriend catch that, you wouldn't hear the end of it. And that my friends, was what happened.

"Oh... I don't know baby. You seem a little... tense? You know? Is there something that is making you blush like this?"

"B-Blush? No, no I'm not blushing Kookie! Pfh... blushing.. " a very fake laugh coming along with the disastrous sentences you've just spilled.

His smile just growth more, he was leading you exactly where he wanted.

"Oh but you are baby... aaaaall the way down here" he said with his finger suddenly tracing a line from your cheeck to you cleavage. Your skin awakening with a shiver from his touch.

With your eyes closed in concentration you forced the words out.

"It's.. it's the warm weather Kookie. It's hot in hear."

"Well, that's strange baby, cuz you see... we have the AC on and like... 15 minutes ago you said you were freezing."

His bunny like smile and big eyes shining in his little victory.

"I.. I don't.." and that my friend is all that left those pretty lips of yours, just mumbling words with no sense, making your boyfriend hold you in his arms cooing at how adorable you looked flustered.

"Cute" his giggle following the little statement.

°•○•°

Later that night you couldn't take that damn scene from your head and maybe imagining how Jungkook's hands would feel against your skin in that way wasn't helping that much.

He was in the shower, putting that majestic voice to good use and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hear your name in a raspy tone falling from your boyfriend's lips. Listen to me here... girl, that monument of a man hovering over you, with hunger eyes and a huge- Oh, okay... calm down.

One would look at this scenario and think of one simple solution, have sex. But things were not that simple... it could be actually, but your overthinking mind wouldn't allow you the pleasure of the peace of mind.

You never done this before, the sex part. Hot make out sessions (Oh yes), the heavy breathing and his hands grabbing the supple flash of your ass was definitely one of the best things in the world. But everytime things got a little bit "too hot" he would sense your nerves and stop without you even have to say so. That was Jungkook, always attentive of the details. But tonight something shifted, you feel this need almost like a itching that you can't reach. But he can.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't see Jungkook getting out the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while a bigger one is wrapped securely around his waist. Damn. You startle from your thoughts and automatically start to stare at his figure, the little drops of water that escaped the towel running down his torso, his gorgeous abs, down to the hem of the towel reaching his... oh it must be pretty.

Stop, what are you thinking?!

"Baby..?" He's looking at you with curiosity all over his face.

"Hm?" You eyes never leaving his crotch area.

He chuckled at your unmoving eyes, a dumb face. But so cute. He was dying to test something and now seemed a really good time.

"Babygirl." He said in a lower voice. Your body reacted instantly, eyes shooting up at him. His face at least.

A small smirk taking place on his lips at the way your checks started to get rosy again. God he loved that adorable pink shade on your skin...

"There's something on that beautiful mind of yours. Would you care to share with me baby?"

"Oh. Hm... n-nothing Kookie, I was just... it's nothing really"

Don't get me wrong, you're confident. But when it comes to anything to do with Jungkook all your resolve seems to crumble. Fast. He was starting to get worried, so he approached you and took a seat facing you. The fresh and light smell of his soup and his shampoo enveloping your senses like a drug.

"What's wrong baby?" His doe eyes searching any sign of distress on yours.

He waited for your answer but you couldn't formulate any word. You wanted to say that you were ready, but without melting down on the mattress.

"Y/N you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you" his voice so gentle that you felt guilty for getting him so worried over you.

"I know Kookie, you don't need to worrie... I just - I want to tell you something but I don't know how or apparently don't have the courage to do it now." You laugh trying to light it up the mood.

"Its okay baby, take your time. There's no rush" he takes your hand in his. The ink decorating his skin marvelling you, you feel that he might not be rushing you, but you need to spit it out.

"I think... Jungkook, I'm ready." You say in one breath.

He looks at you as if trying to figure it out what you mean by that and you can see in his expression when he understand. His eyes go wide and he let out a quiet "oh" from his rounded lips. 'That's why she's so nervous' he thought.

"Oh baby, are you sure? You don't need to do anything you don't want to, I can wait, for as much as you need." You interrupt him before he keeps going.

"Jungkook, I'm sure, really. I want you..."

The last part barely a whisper, but his ears catch it. His eyes darkened at your words, shy and small, but he can feel the truth behind it.

Shifting closer to you, you feel the warmth from his body - he's always so warm- his smell surrounding you and his hand holding your chin to make you look at him.

"Say it again. Louder." His voice is more assertive but still sweet. His stare makes your stomic seem to be full of butterflies, a shiver runs down your body.

"I want you Jungkook..." you muster all the voice that you can find in that moment.

You barely finish talking and his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss. Sweet but passionate, just like him.

His hands finding solace on your waist, pulling you closer and taking you in his lap. Like magnets your fingers go straight to his fluffy hair, the soft long locks in a deep brown making pretty waves between your digits. His hands on a much more feverish manner, descend to grip the flesh of your hips and tights, up your back on your neck and repeating everything as if trying to cover all your body with his touch at the same time. As if this was the only chance that he would ever get to have you like this, even knowing that the thought if far from the truth.

When he pulls your hips closer, you can feel his hardening cock covered by the towel, pressing on your clit lightly but enough to send little shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp in his mouth, hands tightening on his hair earning a groaning sound to fall from his red lips.

He slowly turned your body and laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. The atmosphere seemed to change a bit, his eyes tender locking you in place, hypnotizing you while his hands were delivering sweet touches on your checks, it felt like he was trying to memorize everything, everything detail of you, of this moment.

His lips sealed the dulcet feeling that was in the air, slowly and sensuously. It felt... so good...

Kisses trailing down your jaw, behind your ear and down your neck, the feeling of his hair against your skin, his warm tongue coming out to lick little blooming flowers on your clavicle. 

His hands find the hem of your pajama shirt while his eyes asked for permission. Your nod was enough for him right now, and soon you were half top naked. Your first reaction was to cover yourself, your arms trying to hide your hardening nipples from your boyfriend's eyes.

He was not going to allow it, you're to beautiful for him...

"No baby, don't hide from me. You're so beautiful... so perfect for me."

He said moving your arms from your breasts, laying your hands down.

His eyes scanning ever piece of skin exposed to him, he wanted to devour you whole. Every little piece... but he had to be patient today, above all days. There would be plenty of time to ruin you in the future.

He lowered his chest to yours to whisper in your ear

"I've waited so long to see you like this and I would've waited much more... but I'm so happy to finally have you, all of you.. "

His low voice sending shivers down your spine making you whine quietly at his words.

He's lips were on one nipple before you could notice him moving, catching you of guard gasping in surprise, while his fingers played with the other one.

The warm and wet feeling from his mouth addicting you immediately, his tongue lavishing the taut bud sucking it in waves, such a amazing sensation.

Your hands grabbing on his strong arms for support, you were panting already and all he did was kiss you and play with your nipples. Kind scared if you were going to survive this.

"You like this baby? Hmm? It feels good?"

As you're going to answer him, he sucked the other nipple in his hot mouth making you moan instead of speak.

"So sensitive.."

"Answer me babygirl, you like the feeling of my tongue? My mouth sucking this pretty nipple raw..."

""Y-yes, Kookie it feels so good" you somehow managed to answer him.

'Let's see what else she's gonna call me until the end of night' he tough. Eager to confirm his suspicions.

With a pop he released the sore bud and trailed his fingers down your belly, one hand firm, holding your waist in place and supporting your arched back.

His fingers meet the hem of your panties, tracing the line of elastic on the cotton, you tights pressed together in anxiety and in seek of some relief. Then he trace a line down your pantie covered center, feeling your slit below de fabric, the soft wet patch forming there from how wet you were getting.

The little electric waves that his light touch was providing you already got you hooked.

"Can you open your legs for me baby?" Your legs were still shut providing him almost no space to work, so you opted to let them part instead of saying anything because seriously, you're in no condition. Slowly he moved aside to give you room and put one of your tights on top of his leg, keeping you open.

"You've soaked through babygirl... is this all for me? Hm?" Your mind had already succumbed to his touch, his words were just an addition to the trap he lured you in, but that didn't stop the blush from coming.

He loved how you looked right now, so small with those big eyes looking up at him and your pussy all wet. It was his dream coming true.

Without waiting anymore he got your panties off and back to his position, you felt his fingers parting your lips, messing with your slick. The moan you let out at the feeling made his cock twitch, you sounded so fucking good.

Your sensitivity was his favorite thing, how every little thing he did got you squirming.

You could feel the wetness dripping down your cheekbums, his breathing on your ear showing that he was not doing better than you.

The tight circles on your clit driving you wild "you're so fucking wet, holy shit baby... can you hear it? How delicious you sound.."

"Kookie... it's so good"

"I know baby... you feel so good too." Then he pressed one finger in slowly, the intrusion surprisingly good. "There you go... such a good girl" He was going as slow so he could to give you time. To help you relax, he wanted you to feel good, in your time. No matter how much his cock felt like it would explode, this was about you, his words whipered to you, making you whimper in pleasure, thrusting in you entrance,  once he felt you relax he add another finger making the strech bigger. Your head was thrown back, hands gripping his arm and the sheets, moans thrown to the wind in bliss.

"I need to taste you" He said in a frenzy, desperate to feel you on his tongue. The sounds of your wet pussy were gonna hunt him every night and his mouth on your cunt too.

His soft lips made a bee line to your bellybutton, changing for a straight path down to your navel. He looks up at you, those doe eyes now vivid in a dark almost black color. Keeping his eyes on you, he planted a soft kiss on your mound, and kiss after kiss down to the center of your pussy.  The only moment he closes his eyes is when he gets right at your entrance and a fresh wave of you scent hits his nostrils, awakening his hunger even more.

"I can smell you... - already anticipating your reaction, he holds your legs apart - you smell so good baby." He delivers a long lick to your folds "And you taste even better.."

You whimper at his crude words, they are bold but he says it in such a sweet manner. He seems to be in the perfect balance, dirty and sweet. Rought and delicate. Firm but gentle in every gesture.

"May I taste you, baby? Please... I'm dying to feel you on my tongue for so long."

You nod you head so fast that gets you slightly dizzy. The eagerness overpowering the timidness.

He chuckles at you reaction, how can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?

His eyes unwavering on yours, as if trapping you on his spell. You only notice how he maneuvered your body when you feel the skin of your tights meeting your torso. Then you realise how exposed you are.

"Jungk - " before you could knowledge your shock, he gives a long warm lick from bottom to top on your sex. His eyes never leaving yours. He thrives in the gasp you let out and the way your eyes close in pleasure. Your taste dancing on his tongue like Ambrosia, he decided that this is how he wants to spend his days, buried between your legs.

"So sweet. I knew you would taste so sweet baby..." he's lost in his own world. The bubble he created that consisted on him and your pretty pussy. He fucking loves it.

He dives in for more, holding your legs firmly to your chest, face buried in your pussy and eyes gauging every reaction that he gets out of you.

The feeling of his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice... the firm point of it driving you mad with kitten licks on your swollen clit. Your hands are the picture of despair, grabbing the sheets, his hair, his arms, your hair. Everything he does elicits a shock of pleasure, you feel so warm and so needy. You need more.

"Kookie, please... "

He keeps working you on, slurping on your juices. Hands grabbing the soft meet of your tights, preventing you from running from him.

You feel so warm, so wet and so soft. He loves the way you move for him, how sweet your moans sound on his ears, how you clench around nothing, gushing more of your delectable taste just for him, then he feels your hand tugging his hair a little more forcefully.

He is pulled from his trance, to see your exasperated eyes begging him. You look so pretty...

Glassy eyes, swollen lips and red checks... your hair a little wet from the drops of sweat on your forehead and your breath completely uneven. All because of him.

It downs to you that he really enjoys that, to have your taste on his mouth.

He keeps you on the edge, trading his tongue for his fingers, playing with your clit slowly. Enought to keep you going, but far from give you what you want.

"Please..." you reaped. You can feel the pressure of his fingers keeping you there, making you drip for him. He circles your entrance, feeling your wetness seeping out. It's to much and not enough.

He enters you again nuckle deep, searching for something.

"Please, what baby? Tell me what you want"

Oh great. He wants you to speak, to actually formulate sentences right now, with his fingers deep inside.

"Tell me or I'll linger this to my hearts content babygirl."

Fuck. What is this?

"Please!" You gasp way.

"Although I love it when you beg me babygirl, I know you can do better" then you feel a bite on your inner tight, followed by an soothing tongue right after.

You jump in surprise and moan at the feeling, making your boyfriend smirk between your legs.

"I need to cum, just make me cum please.. " you say defeated, your hands urging him back.

"See, was not that hard... " he says but you don't register. He pressed an area that reduced you to a mumbling mess while the other hand took care of your pulsating clit.

Your head was throwed back while your hands squeezed the sheet bellow you.

A long moan formed on your throat,  meeting your boyfriend's eager ears.

"That's it... good girl" - his eyes looking back from your pussy swolloing his digit and to your face for any sign of discomfort.

He saw only pleasure, your legs widening by themselves to receive more - "you're so wet baby, so tight... " he was delivering sweet kisses to your tights, his nose caressing your skin.

His finger felt so good... your hips moving on their on, seeking something.

Then he started moving it faster, harder, with his entire arm, in and out in.

"It feels so good Kookie, I want more baby!"

You wanted him, inside. Right now.

"I know baby, I'll give you everything you want... but I need to strech you out first. So be a good girl for me and cum like this."

He went back to your clit with a ferocious tongue, flicking it, licking and sucking with all he got while his fingers fastened their pace inside you. The wet sound of his fingers plunging inside of you loud in the room.

"Listen baby, how fucking wet you are" his breath right on your clit, sending shivers up your body.

You moaned at the vibration of his voice, making him moan back to you repeating the waves again.

The pleasure burning, ready to burst.

"Come one... let go baby. Cum for me babygirl." The strech of a third finger pushed you off the edge, making your body shake from the force of your release. Jungkook moaned as he could feel your walls tightening like a vice in his fingers as you gushed your juices on his tongue, his fingers never stopping, he changed the angle and fastened his pace eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Found it" his eyes gaining a determined look.

"Found what? Oh fuck! What..?" This feeling. This feeling was fucking fantastic, a kind of euphoria that took your breath way, made you mind haze, your hips move at their own accord searching something that you don't even know.

Your moan getting louder, Jungkook hitting a spot inside of you over and over again with precision making tears run down your checks from pure pleasure, your moans turning to screams.

He was mesmerized by your beauty, your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, tears wetting your pretty face making him proud of how good he was making you feel. Then he saw, the splash of cum wetting everything, his hand soaked and his tights too, the bed printed by the drops of it.

"Holy shit... fuck babygirl you squirted... so fucking pretty " his fingers never stopping, the waves of pleasure becoming to much, your body trembling at the first shocks of overstimulation

"Jungkook, too much...  baby!"

Taking mercy of you, delicately slowing down and retrieving his fingers, sucking it, humming at your taste.

"So good baby... so fucking good"

You were embarrassed and so so horny and tired as fuck, hiding your face on his neck.

"Oh no no... no baby, that was amazing. I can't even express in words how much I want to ruin you right now, make you do it over and over again"

He mouth was on your you in a flash, the kiss slow and sensual, his towel forgotten on the floor now. Pulling you back to the lascivious feeling of his body on top of yours, the weight of him, the warmth, the smell, the feeling of his skin on yours. You loved every bit of it.

You felt so loved and protected with him, his hands on your head, gently combing through your hair while his lips took your breath away.

Kisses trailing down your chin to your neck, you could feel his cock against your tight, hot and heavy waiting for release. He was taking his time with you, but it was time for him to feel good too, so you moved your hand south, brushing the tip of your finger on his rock hard cock and his body shivered instantly, a breathy moan leaving his red lips. He's big... maybe a little too big, long and with a good girth and a pretty shade of pink . How's it gonna fit? He's gonna kill you, for sure. But it's going to be such a sweet death...

You took courage in his reaction, his moan making you want to hear more, so with a firmer touch you hold his shaft and give a long stroke from the bottom to top. His forehead rests now on your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. You want to hear him, to make him lose control too, so you fasten lightly the pace on his cock, feeling him squirm above you. Your hand up and down, up and down while the other rest on the small of his back... giving a little twist on the head, running your finger on the sensitive spot just below the tip and you feel him tremble to hold himself, so you fasten even more, making him moan in the croak of you neck.

"Baby... slow down " his broken voice making you even wetter, his hips now thrusting into your hand, following your rhythm. It's like he's head is saying one thing and his body is doing the opposite. Your hand feel so small, but so soft and so fucking good on his cock, he's ruined for anyone else for sure!

"Ugh.. fuck stop y/N, I'm gonna cum" he's groaning now hand squeezing your waist leaving a mark behind for tomorrow.

You won't stop, not with him looking and sounding like this. And you're just making him feel good to, right? What could he do?

Well here's your answer.

You felt his teeth sink in your neck as a warning, then he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head while he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he open his eyes something shifted, they're hooded and darker.

"So my babygirl is a stubborn one." His voice is low, vibrating through your body. His hips settled between your legs with his heavy cock pressed on your pussy, his weight keeping you in place. His lips descend to your ear "Let's see how much."

Before you could process he has turned you on your stomic, pushing your legs open with his tights and one arm looped around your waist his other hand went straight to your soaked pussy making you jump at the sudden contact.

You realize that you can't move in this position, but he can.

His fingers unceremoniously play on your clit, fishing some wetness from your entrance time to time to make it everything messier.

He brings you ridiculously fast to your high, your hips trying to push back on his touch. When you feel the firsts tremors of your high he pulls his hand from you, his tights preventing you from closing your legs, he's basically mounting you at this point.

You whine immediately at the lost, searching any contact to releave the frustration.

"Why?! Jungkook..." your whines are sweet music to his ears.

"Just a little lesson baby..." his smirk evident in his voice. That smug tone that you want so badly to wipe off... if only you could reach for his cock...

Who would though, from really nervous to desperate for his cock on you in less than one hour. That's the Jungkook effect.

His hand was back on you, dexterous fingers working you up expertly again.

You wish you could hold back but you don't even know how, the pleasure from his actions to good to run away from.

Again you're close and each time he pulls back you get closer and closer faster.

After the third time your forearms give up and your upper half falls to the bed tired, frustrated. Your boyfriend's hand holding your hips up in place, while he cups you pussy with his entire hand to help subside de clenching from your walls.

He looks down at your form, exhausted. He wanted to make it sweet and slow but he couldn't hold back at the deviance in your eyes.

He's heart took pity on your whines and moans of his name and decided it was time to end your misery. Even if caused by him, but it was a good one... it was a lesson but helped to build up your pleasure too. You're gonna cum so hard.. His body is agitated just at the thought of it.

His hand came down to caress your back, trading circles on your skin.

"Please... p-please " that was your mantra on the past minutes.

"Shhhh... it's okay babygirl."  He would bring it out of you...

"You're my good babygirl, aren't you baby?" His voice saccharine on your ears, full of love.

"I'm- yes I'm.. " you words tumbling on each other.

"That's it... are you ready my love?" Your body reacted before your mind could process, getting him closer.

"Not like this baby, I want to see you"

He turned you back, facing him again and after a kiss on your forehead he riches for the condom on the night stand, ripping the foil with his teeth and putting in on himself.

Even thought you're tired and frustrated and sweaty and so wet that the bed has a pull of you right now, you can't deny how gorgeous Jungkook is. He's marvelous, so beautiful...

His hair falling in tiny ringlets from the exertion and the remains of water still there mixed with his sweat, his toned body, his light honey skin, those sweet lips and freaking pretty eyes... eyes now that are looking at you in adoration.

He lowers himself down to your body again, one hand holding your tight to his waist while the other caress your hair softly.

"I love you" simple, deep and sincere.

"I love you too, so much" you respond with all your heart.

"Ready..?" He whispers to you, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere right now.

"More than ready" and with that you feel his hand touching your pussy and gathering some wetness to lub his cock, then he start to run his member on your pussy, parting your lips and accommodating his length in the warm skin. He rubs his nose on yours and then you feel it, his bulbous head parting you extremely slowly, but the strech is there. Burning like hell fire, cuz you're small and he is big big.

Your wetness helps to easy the friction but the strech is way more present than you thought. He senses your tension and stop moving.

"Hey... hey look at me. You're okay, what are feeling?" His eyes concerned and attentive.

"Its just... it burns. How is it gonna fit? You're too b- aaah.." your own moviment, trying to get more comfortable make his length move up a little more, his hand immediately holding your hips down to prevent any more discomfort for you.

"Baby, stop moving. Take a deep breath... it's okay" Suddenly a smile appears on his lips and you question why.

"I'm big baby? Is that what you were going to say?" The playfull energy lighting the mood.

"Jungkook, don't " your blushing checks making a triunfal return to the scene, for Jungkook's content.

"There it is... my pretty blushing checks"

He gives you a tender kiss on you lips "Relax for me, I'm gonna take care of you" a cute skimo kiss taking place "And I'll fit all right, babygirl"

Your mouth gaping at the sudden bold words, your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him hiss at the tightness. Feeling another gush of your juices around him, he presses a little further in, his eyes on your face.

The inicial burn is still there, but hes being so attentive and going so slow that it must be torture for him, but he does it for you. Half way in he stops, checking your expressions.

"It feels better, strange but better... please keep going Kookie"

How could he deny anything from you, he would give you the world if you wanted.

"Are you feeling good baby? How does it feel?"

He says pushing further and further, almost there... You're so warm and dripping wet and so fucking tight. How can you be so tight? He's doing everything in his power not to explode inside of you.

"Full, it feels so full... You're so deep" you say timidly.

"It's gonna feel even deeper baby, just a bit more to go"

More? Oh my fucking...

With a kiss on your lips he bottoms out making you moan loud for him, trapped in his lips.

"Shit! Oh fuck..  Jungkook" you shout out at the feeling of him so deep that you don't even comprehend how far up he is, the sensation new and so so so good. He stays still enjoying your warmth and giving you time to adjust.

"You did so good baby, so good... that's my good girl, are you okay?"

"I'm..  I'm good. I need you to move"

Move he would, carefully at the beginning. Letting you feel him and him feel you. The praises falling from his lips like drops of honey. Making your body relax and receive him like a piece of a puzzle. He's pleasure was not far too, but he needed you to cum first.

So his fingers were back to your clit pushing you off the cliff into a see of pure bliss. Your moans turning to almost screams now from how sensitive you are, your high not as strong as the other ones but still making you shake. At the throws of the moment you let out an almost inaudible word... but your boyfriend's catches, he always does.

"Louder, tell me. You're daddy's babygirl,  come on. What's my name baby?" So you let it out for him...

"Daddy!" He groans at the way you say it, how the word rolls from your lips sounding so sweet and so dirty at the same time...

"Fuck yes. Just a little more babygirl, a little more... almost there..."

You clenched your walls hard and he convulsed on top of you, his thrusts irregular and fast trying to prolong his deserved high. The hot feeling of him releasing his load inside the condom making everything a little more warmer.

"Fuck I love you, so much"

"I love you too"

Two breathless confessions on your soaked sheets. After a while, he was still inside of you, you see a mischievous smile appear again, oh here we go.. what now?

"The sheets are soaked babygirl..."

Don't blush, don't blush.

Oh shit.

"There it is..."

"Hey! You have to stop doing this, its not fair!" You little angry face makes him laught, long and true and then you forget why you were angry."Okay..." he says before kissing you to distract you from him pulling out. He gets up and trying to detangle himself from you, who's attached to his arms like a life saver.

"I'll be right back, just a minute baby" his giggles are the most pretty thing on earth, oh my God you just want to squish him so hard. Kind of a violent love you have, but all in name of his cuteness. No harm, fellas. You hear a ruffling and some water, then he's back with a boxer, one of his t-shirts and towel.

"Okay lady... come here" he's beside you, spreading you tights and then you get it that hes intending to clean you up.

"What? No baby.. no I can do it" you say as you try to grab the warm towel.

"Baby, let me. You're tired and all sore." You don't miss the almost imperceptible smirk on his face. He's proud, that little shit.

"And besides... I've already seen every little piece of you"

The gasp you let out, oh girl... sucked the air of the room.

"And kissed..." that damn smile of his.

"And touched..." one cute kiss on your knee.

"And licked" his eyes piercing on yours.

"Oh my God, stop! JUNGKOOK!"

He's laughing and smooching you like a baby now "Annnnnngh you're so cute baby"

After some little kisses, he manages to clean you, put his shirt on you and its immediately spooning you into his warm body, sleep pulling you in, but you can hear in the distance...

"I love you..."

[yulight]

Hush

Description: That’s it.. He had enough of hearing your mouth run, he was done with your lack of listening a punishment is do and Tonight, he will teach you how to act like a good little girl.

WARNINGS: Smut, Suggestion of BDSM D/S relationship , Hairpulling, Spanking, Impact play, Use of a belt , Oral(male receiving) unprotected sex(suggestion of birth control) Hard Dom!Chan, Bratty!Reader Daddy Kink, . Size Kink(Reader)

Word Count:2,022

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

                                                                    Reader  Teaser 

You found it fun, it was enjoyable to watch Chan get riled up. As you sat practically on Changbin’s lap giggling at every little joke he made. Your boyfriend sat at his desk, his jaw clenched as he focused on the screen before him that until you open your mouth.

“Changbin at least you give me attention unlike Chris over there” Changbin would open his mouth to reply however the bang that happens from the other side of the room, force you both to turn to look at Chan was now standing up looking directly at the both of you. “Changbin out now”

                                    This will be bold to skip to smut

You hated it, it made no sense. Why would Chan drag you to the studio, if he wouldn't even spend time with you he just sits at his computer for hours while you sat around in the room with nothing to do. Three hours have already passed, your phone was not that interesting anymore. You let out a loud groan while you looked at Chan hoping for a reaction but he was far too stuck into the computer screen before him. You stood up walking around the small room, a small knock when against the door before it open.

You couldn't help but smile when you say who opened the door “BINNIE” you couldn't help but yell as you ran to hug him, he would let off a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you. “Hey, is he still working on the song?” Chan removed his headphone as he turned around “You’re late I texted you an hour ago.” Changbin would shrug a bit as he laughed “the dorms were a mess, I had to help Seungmin clean it, Minho wouldn't let me leave” Chan would let out a sigh before looking back at the computer screen fixing his headphones. “well, I already fixed the problem so I guess you can stay and entertain Y/N since She sooooo bored” he would say as he rolled his eyes.

You would scrunch your nose, as you sat down on the couch crossing your arms. Changbin would sit down near you as he pulled out his phone, “oh what am I not good enough” Changbin would joke as he ruffled your hair light before you slapping it away “Changbin it's not that” you huffed lightly before letting your arms fall to your legs. “it's just I won't be so bored if there was something to do” Changbin shrugged a bit. “maybe you could... Nevermind”

you looked at Changbin as you titled your head “no tell me” you inched yourself closer to Changbin as you looked up at him Changbin let out a small laugh “I was gonna say you could, just hang out with the Girls itzy or twice who are typically downstairs But you don't know them that well so it be awkward” you nodded in agreement “well I know them they don't know me, actually I still a huge twice fan”  Changbin couldn't help but laugh “wait did you used to make dance cover videos too”

“shut up” you slapped Changbin’s arm as you felt a bit embarrassed “I mean come on you guys literally dance to twice all the time” Changbin would narrow his eyes as he huffed “yeah but we have too that’s our job”

“sure, I mean but Chan he better at dancing to girl groups anyways” You and Changbin both laughed as you kept poking jokes about how talented Chan was at dancing to female groups. You found it fun, it was enjoyable to watch Chan get riled up. As you sat practically on Changbin’s lap giggling at every little joke he made. Your boyfriend sat at his desk, his jaw clenched as he focused on the screen before him that until you open your mouth.

“Changbin at least you give me attention unlike Chris over there” Changbin would open his mouth to reply however the bang that happens from the other side of the room, force you both to turn to look at Chan was now standing up looking directly at the both of you. “Changbin out now”

Changbin would quickly stand himself up pushing you away from as he made his way out of the room, faster than you expect him to react. you sat there on the couch looking up at your boyfriend. He wasn’t happy, he is beyond pissed actually. The veins in your neck were pulsing his jaw clenched tighter and tighter. The air felt thin it grew harder to breathe, every passing second felt like minutes. “Ch-”

“Shut up, I don't wanna hear whatever stupid little excuse you have” Chan walked over to you as his large hands wrapped around your chin forcing you to keep eye contact while he spoke. “Now I know you lack this skill, but I need you to listen to me and if you don’t you will regret it you understand “ you nodded slowly as you whimpered.

“good girl, now I don't wanna hear you talk better yet I don’t wanna hear you make a single sound The only time I wanna hear you speak is if you need to use the safe word understood” You swallowed hard as you looked at Chan trying to think how things ended up here. “I said, do you understand, or are you that fucking stupid that you really can't listen for longer than two seconds“ your eyes widen as you shook your head, truthful you did half listen to him however you knew you something about no taking and safe word, giving you an idea of what was said.

Chan would growl softly under his breath as he let go of your chin pointing to the floor before him “Floor Now” You would quickly throw yourself on your knees before him on the floor looking down at the floor. Chan snapped his fingers making you raise your head to look at him dumbfounded, God did you look like a deer in headlights ever since he told Changbin to leave. Chan would tilt his head as he looks down at you. “See I try many times you play nicely with you Y/N, But you just keep acting like a brat and now it's time for a real punishment” Chan spoke as he slipped his belt off as he grabbed your hair pulling you off the floor. causing you to wince in pain “bend over the couch, and remember stay quiet”.

You nodded, as you turned yourself around slowly as you bent over the armrest of the couch, your elbows giving you support on the cushions as you kept your hands near your face to muffle any sound to escape. Chan stood behind you as he dragged the belt up you thighs watching your squirm under him. His free hand would need your plump ass before pulling your skirt up. “hmm let's see how quickly your ass reddens”

You didn’t even have time to fully hear what he said before the first swing of the belt met your ass, you cover your mouth quickly biting down onto your hand as you choked on your breath. WHACK- another quick hit on the same spot, causing you to push yourself away from Chan further over the couch. “seriously Y/N?” Chan grabbed your waist pulling you back in the spot “Can’t you just be a good girl? and to think I was gonna fuck you after this?” Chan shook his head as he held you down adding another hit this one far harder than the last two. making you lose your balance against the couch as your knees started to buckle under you the tears started to stream down your face, you couldn't even make a sound if you wanted to every sound you wanted to make got stuck in your throat.

Chan needed your ass again smiling to himself as he looked at the bright red imprints he left, his soft touches feeling completely opposite on your burning backside, everything felt let it was on fire you finally about to catch your breath as you let out a gasp as you felt your hair being pulling again as you were moved off the couch, your knees hit the ground as you looked your face meet with Chans cock, when did he unzip his pants.as you looked up at him in aw Chan cleared his throat “come on Babygirl, you act like its the first time you've seen my dick”

you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t love feeling so small next to Chan, wrapping your small hands around the base of his length you would lean in slowly giving small kitten licks, on the tip of his cock tasting the sweet and salty mixture of his precum. God, you're so thankful that Chan drank so much pineapple juice, His cum always tasted more sweet than salty. smirk as he watched your face watching how much you enjoyed just licking his dick.

“enjoying yourself princess?” you would nod softly before licking down his shaft, before placing the tip of his dick into your mouth lightly sucking the tip as your tongue runs circles around the tip. Chan would run his fingers through your hair as his fingers fell down your face he gently caresses your cheek “Did you forget this is a punishment? ” Chan bite his lip as he felt you bob your head further down his length.

He would hum softly as he held your hair in his hand, as he started to lightly thrust into your mouth moaning softly as you gag against him. Looking up at Chan as he fucked your throat was a beautiful site the way his eyes closed tightly, and how his chest rest and fell. not to mention the sounds that left his plump lips. the little ahs and mhms, would amazing make everything hotter.

Chan would open his eyes as he looked down at you “fucking hell don't look at me like that fuck..” pulling himself out of your mouth and he grabbed you throwing you on the couch grabbing your hips raising them up in the air making your skirt rise up as he pulled your panties to the side “remember not a god damn sound, and don't make me regret giving you what you want” Chan rub the tip of his cock against your entrance.

you let out a small whimper into the couch cushions hoping it muffled the sound, as Chan let a quick slap to your already bruised ass before pushing himself into you slowly. he let out a small groan as he threw his head back hissing as your walls tighten around him. Chan would bend down as he kissed your the back of your neck softly. his Hands would grip onto your hips as he slowly started to pull back before slamming back into you rougher than you expect you would have completely fallen onto the couch if it wasn’t for Chan holding you.

Chan set the pace Fast, with every thrust he hit against your sweet spot having your eyes rolling back against your head, your walls tightening around him Chan slap your ass, harshly as he growled “come on cum all over daddies dick” Chan thrust grew slower yet harder-hitting onto your sweet spot, your back arched as your jaw dropped every sound being caught in your throat a silent scream leaving as your throat as you cummed harder than you ever causing you to squirt, getting it all over the couch under you, as Chan see to be impressed with himself as he fucked into chasing his own high as his thrust get sloppy “my baby girl got worked up over her punishment she started squirted all over her daddies dick”

You started to squirm, tears streaming down your face from the force of your orgasm and now overstimulation making your bit down onto the couch below you Chan would grab your hips tightly pulling you back against his trust as he loud out a loud groan filling you up with his cum, Chan would take a few deep breathes before slowly sliding himself out of you sitting down on the couch pulling you into his lap. your legs would twitch softly as he wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead. “are you okay baby girl?” you nodded softly before he shook his head “use your words now sweetie, it's okay”

You open your mouth to speak but only making small mewling sounds as he let a small chuckle left his lips before he showered your face in kisses he reaches over to the small table grabbing the bottle of water handing it to you “drink up sweetie, you did so well”

[gyll-yee-haw]

Ungrateful

Detective Loki Smut

Prompt (Requested): You piss David off beyond his limits and he decides to teach you not to disrespect him again.

Warnings: By request, plain evil. Degradating, spiting, slapping, overstimulation, choking, being manhandled, oral (male), a LOT of dirty talk, hints of breeding kink, unprotected sex, maybe a little size kink, daddy kink and a bit of praising just to balance all of this.

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When David was working on a case, he was pissed off 99% of the time. You knew it was a stressful job, after all, if he made one mistake, that could risk someone’s life. And you understood this. Most times, you even tried to help him relax as much as you could.

Cause as soon as he solved the case, life was always wonderful. He made up for all the time he couldn’t give you attention and treated you like you deserved.  

Then he started working on a new case, and the circle repeated itself.

But there was this one time when, right after David finally solved a case, he skipped your “honeymoon phase” and started working on another one straight away. You were beyond pissed at that. You told him to let another detective have this one, but he didn’t listen to you.

It’s not only that you wanted attention... you also worried about him. He didn’t get much sleep or ate right those days.  

So the endless nights started. Somedays he would come home, take a shower and leave without giving you a single kiss.

You were hurt. Angry. Both because you missed him and because he didn’t listen to you.

And there was this specific night, when you were getting ready for bed and you heard his car. You thought he was probably going to grab something, spend 5 minutes on the phone, then leave like you didn’t exist again.

You heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, but didn’t even bother to look.

“Hey, baby.” You heard his voice by the door.

You didn’t even bother to answer, just sat in bed and grabbed your phone to take one last look before going to sleep.

“Are you going to sleep already?” He asked, thinking you probably just didn’t see him there.

Again, no reply. You didn’t even look away from your phone.

“Y/N?” He insisted, but the sweetness in his voice started to fade. “Will you tell me why are you mad at me now?”

“Well.” You chuckled sarcastically. “Aren’t you a full-time detective nowadays? Figure it out yourself.”

Didn’t take you longer than 0.5 second to realize you fucked up, but you couldn’t take it back now. You saw him closing his hand on a fist and mentally count to 5.

You thought he was about to turn his back to you and never come back. Maybe he really was. But he changed his mind.

“I think I’m gonna need help to understand this one, I swear.” He approached you and you slowly put your phone down, fully aware you were in trouble. “You complain so much about my job, but who’s the filthy girl who likes to be cuffed and begs me to fuck her in the back of my car, huh?”

Only the memories of that already gave you shivers.

“And you complain that I’m never home...” He continued. “But when I walk through that door, you don’t even look at me.”

“But you d-” You tried to reply, but he grabbed your face and forced you to look up.

“Now you’re talking back like the fucking ungrateful slut you are...” He sighed. “I came home to spend the night with you, I should be welcomed by ‘thank you, daddy’, not by this.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You almost whispered.

“I’m tired of your words, already.” He said, starting to unbutton his shirt. “You haven’t said a single useful thing since I got here. Now take your clothes off, baby. Daddy’s got to teach you a lesson and my patience ended minutes ago.”

After saying all that, he didn’t even have to touch you and you were already soaked. You would do absolutely anything for him. Especially because you knew his punishments very well. If you didn’t obey and he was already angry at you, there was a big chance only him would get to cum that night.

You sat naked in bed. He removed his shirt and started to unzip his pants. The big bulge in his underwear made you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

“Open your mouth.” He said, grabbing you by the neck to bring your mouth closer.

You did as he said and he shoved his cock deep in your throat, making you gag. He absolutely never got tired of that reaction. After you got used to it, he allowed you to do your magic, but kept his hand on the back of your head to remind you of who was in control.

“Oh, fuck, just like that, baby...” He moaned. “That’s the only thing that mouth is good for.”

You moaned around his cock to let him know how much you enjoyed being a good girl for him. When you brought your hand to his balls to play with them, he threw his head back, swearing a lot.

But suddenly, he told you to stop. He removed himself from your mouth and the vision of his extremely hard cock on his belly, looking deliciously wet because of the mix of your saliva and his precum had you whining.

He grabbed your face again, and you automatically opened your mouth again, hoping he would give you his cock again, but instead, he leaned down and spit in your mouth. You didn’t think for a second before swallowing it.

“You’re willing to take anything I give you, aren’t you?” He said as he pushed his spit from your lower lip into your mouth, so you enjoyed the opportunity to suck his fingers obscenely. “Such a needy little slut.”

Then he pushed you and you lay on your back, waiting very eagerly for the next instructions.

“Down on all fours.” He said, and you obeyed quickly once again. The slap on your ass that followed it wasn’t unexpected at all. Whenever he asked you to get in that position, it was always to punish you, if he planned on being nice, he liked to have your body very close to his. “You have such a pretty pussy for me to use, babygirl. Look at that. And it’s fucking leaking because daddy was mean to you. Is that why you don’t behave, princess? You liked it when daddy’s mean?”

After those words, another slap came, so your only reply was a moan.

“I asked you a question, are you still ignoring me, babygirl?” He said as his fingers went to your clit, rubbing it a lot harder than you could take at that moment.

“Yes, daddy!” You replied desperately. “Like it... mean...”

There was no way you could sound more coherent than that with him absolutely abusing your clit like that. The pleasure was so intense and mixed with a few waves of pain, that it was impossible to cum like that. Deep down, you knew he didn’t want you to. And whenever you tried to move away from him to relieve that overstimulation, you earned a loud slap.

“Pleeease...” You cried out. “Too much...”

David knew that the moment to stop teasing you was when he couldn’t even understand what you were saying anymore.

“What’s wrong, baby? Daddy’s giving you attention just like you wanted.” He stopped and flipped you over, so now you were laying on your back, trying to catch your breath.

When you saw David grabbing his throbbing cock, you already knew you were going to feel that night for the rest of the week.

He shoved himself inside you and threw your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He praised as he started to fuck you on a nice pace. “You can cum as many times as you have to.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You moaned. His hips brushed your aching clit as he moved and you knew it wouldn’t take long.

“Now that’s my good girl.” He said, going a little harder.

That position allowed him to go so deep inside you, and after so many days apart, you almost forgot how big and thick he was.

But, even though he tried to contain himself, since he needed to teach you to respect him, he needed to cum so bad, so didn’t take much longer for him to start to absolutely pound you.

“Hmmm... I’m so close.” You begged. “Don’t stop, please, daddy, don’t stop...”

“I won’t stop until I fill you up.” He said, his hand wrapping around your throat. “I bet you want me to cum real deep inside you, don’t you, my prettiest slut? Wanna carry all my kids around, let everyone know I knocked you up?”

Those words alone would do it, but combined with all that stimulation and his cock buried that deep inside you, made you cum harder than ever.

At that moment, you didn’t know any words beside “daddy”, and you kept repeating it, cause your body was on its limit and he continued fucking you like you were nothing but a toy for him to use.

So, when he finally came, it was a relief for both of you.

He remained inside you for a while, but switched to sweet boyfriend mode very quickly, caressing your body, kissing your face and making sure you were okay.

“I missed you so much, baby.” He told you.

“Liar.” You sighed. “You just came here to use me for one night and will go running back to your case now.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” He smirked. “I took the entire night out. I was planning on getting some sleep too, but looks like someone here still didn’t learn how to not be an ungrateful little slut.”

[obxlife]

Childishness (JJ x Reader)

A/N: And now a JJ fic! I’m so excited about this one. I swear this anon has the best ideas ever (I’m pretty sure it’s the same anon that requested Hotel Madness). I just love this kind of childish and fluffy concepts with JJ.

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 3,704

Request: Hey! me again — so like an imagine where you're close friends with Kie and work at the Wreck with her and just always having this banter with JJ or something

Summary: You had met JJ because he was a friend of your coworker, Kie. And from the start you both seemed to hit it off. If by hitting it off you meant banters and ridiculous discussions. 

Warnings: A bit of swearing, a bit of angst, a bit of abuse (no fighting but bruises and the aftermath of abuse) and a whole lot of FLUFF

CHILDISHNESS

JJ had first heard of you from Kie. He was out on the water with all of the Pogues when she had mentioned you, her new coworker, and how cool you were. 

“So there’s this girl, Y/N, right?” Kie began to say. “She started working my same shifts about a week ago and she’s awesome. But you guys would never guess what she did yesterday!”

The rest of the Pogues weren’t very interested in what Kie was saying (except Pope, who stared at her with loving eyes), so they simply muttered out a small, “What?”

JJ was at the bow, pulling up a net filled with fishes onto the boat as John B was sipping a beer next to the fishing rod he had perched on the side of the HMS Pogue. 

“She kneed Rafe in the balls!” Kie exclaimed. John B spit out his beer out and JJ whipped around to look at Kie. “Holy shit, really?” John asked from his side. JJ was now interested in this girl. If she could kick Rafe with no shame, then she was definitely worthy of the Pogue’s time.

“Yeah! He had been trying to flirt with her all night and then when she finally rejected him, he got all pissy and began to come at her.”

“And then she kicked him?” Pope inquired. Kie nodded her head vigorously. She took a sip from her beer before laying it down next to her and continuing on the bracelet she was making. 

“I think we should hang out with her. She’s really cool.”

The Pogues never agreed to actually hang out with her, but JJ’s curiosity was peaked just enough for him to head over to the Wreck the following afternoon during Kie’s shift. 

Opening the door to the busy restaurant, JJ spotted Kie behind the counter. He sat down in front of the bar and smiled at her. Kie just gave him a knowing look. 

“She’s outside right now, but she’ll be back soon,” she said, turning her back on him to get some drinks for a couple of customers. JJ opened his mouth out wide, offended that she had said that (even if it was true).

“What? I only came here to see you!” he exclaimed. Kie rolled her eyes and noticed you walking back inside. Following Kie’s eyes, JJ spotted you for the first time. His mouth fell open again. This time in shock. 

You were exactly his type. From your hair color to the shape of your face to your lips to everything. You were everything he had ever wanted in a girl. 

“I can’t believe some of these customers!” you told Kie, not even sparing JJ a glance. 

Kie laughed. She knew what you meant. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Turning towards JJ, you smiled at him. “May I get you a drink, sir?”

JJ knew that you thought he was a customer, so he kept playing along with what you thought. “Yes, please. And also some fries, babygirl.”

At the nickname you rolled your eyes. This was what you had been talking to Kie the past few shifts you had together. Customers were always trying to flirt. 

Kie laughed at your reaction before throwing the rag in her hands at JJ’s face. Shocked you turned to look at her. Noticing your expression she laughed even louder. 

JJ removed the rag from his face and glared at Kie. “Wow, thanks, Kie. That was so nice of you.”

Kie continued to giggle while your questioning eyes darted between the blond boy and the brunette girl. 

“That’s you get for trying to flirt with her, J.”

You were still confused. “Um, excuse me? Do you two know each other?”

Kie simply nodded while JJ continued to glare at her. “Yeah. This is JJ, my best friend.”

“Oh,” you blushed. You had been pretty rude to him before and now it turns out he’s Kie’s friend? “I’m sorry for being rude. I’m Y/N.”

JJ stared at your hand that was outstretched before you. He took it, shaking it up and down before relishing in its softness. He smiled, making you smile in return. Then you let go. 

Before an awkward silence could fall over the three of you, JJ said, “I wasn’t joking about the drink and the fries, Y/N.”

The teasing tone in his voice made you laugh. Instead of heading towards the kitchen, you turned to Kie. “What do you think? Should we get him what he wants?”

Kie pretended to think before shaking his head. Once again JJ pretended to be offended before transforming his facial expression to resemble one of a small puppy. 

“Your puppy eyes won’t get you what you want, JJ,” you said, already comfortable around him. He had an aura that was friendly and sweet, and you liked it. He seemed to be nice and funny and a good friend, which were all traits you cherished in people. 

“You’re the first girls that have ever resisted my pleas,” JJ stated in a breathy voice. You giggled once again as Kie moved past you towards a table that was on her section of the restaurant. 

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe that at all,” you lied. He was attractive, and you could bet that he had spent many nights with many girls. And that he had a line of girls hoping to be his next conquest. 

“Are you kidding? Have you seen me? I’m the definition of hot,” he stated as a fact. Grabbing onto your tray, you began to move away from the counter. 

“I’m working right now. I’m too busy to hear your dirty lies!”

As you walked away JJ checked you out, shaking his head. He was glad that you had taken his joking lightly, and even gladder that you had been able to respond to his banter so smoothly. Not only were you perfect look-wise, but you seemed to be perfect personality-wise as well.

Once you had returned to the counter you found JJ still there, playing around with a lighter. Kie was still not back and you guessed she was probably taking orders from new clients that had entered the Wreck recently. 

“So, are you like an arsonist or something?” you asked him teasingly as you approached him. You had cleaned out most of your side of the restaurant, which meant that you could relax for a little. “You seem to like playing with the fire of that little lighter.”

JJ smirked. “I might be. I guess you’ll never truly know.”

You gasped, pretending to be scared for your life. He looked up at you as his fingers stilled, cocking an eyebrow in your direction. Once a smile broke out onto your face, his smile followed along. 

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“You know that the Lake Ness monster would win, right? Like, it’s obvious,” you said before heading to a table to take the family’s plates. You smiled at the small children and their parents before saying, “I’ll be right back to take your orders for dessert.”

JJ had been following you around the Wreck, trying to reply to your conversation. “You’re kidding, right? King Kong would win!”

You spun around to look at him. “How? I bet King Kong can’t swim, and we specifically said that they were in a body of water.”

You continued to make your way to the kitchen, pushing the doors open as JJ followed you right in. Nobody even flinched at his presence. He had been there every time you had been there during that day. He had been visiting the Wreck a lot more frequently since he had met you, always trying to make an excuse to see you. He would mostly steal Kie’s belongings when she was hanging around the Pogues and then take it back to the Wreck the following day. It was the best way to make sure to have an excuse to see you and talk to you. 

JJ would not admit it to his friends, but over the past two weeks he had developed a crush on you. It began with a simple infatuation the first day he had met you, but it had developed to a full-on crush after having bantered with you for the first time. 

Your childishness was something Kie lived for. There was never a boring moment between you two, and hearing your ridiculous arguments always made her day better. She was also happy for her blond friend. Kie could tell that seeing you was JJ’s favorite part of the day. The smile on his face every time he was around you or around someone that mentioned you was enough evidence of this. 

“Have you seen King Kong’s muscles? That boy is ripped!” JJ exclaimed while putting his hands before him as if it was obvious. You still had your back towards him while you left the kitchen, but turned your head to stare at him. God, you thought.

You headed towards the table you had just been at a minute before and took your notepad from the pocket of your apron. “Okay, what may I get you for dessert?”

As the family relayed their order to you, JJ stood at your side waiting. He watched you write, the loopy and smooth letters of your writing covering the page. When he saw you hesitate regarding an order, he said, “Vanilla ice cream.”

You gave him a thankful smile as you wrote the last order down and went back to the kitchen. JJ was still hot on your trail. “So? What are you going to say to defend the Lake Ness monster?”

You laughed as JJ kept pushing. “Or are you ready to admit that I’m right?”

“God, no,” you exclaimed. You pinned the order at the wire that hung over the dessert station in the kitchen. “Look, is King Kong ripped? Yes.”

JJ did motions of victory as you turned towards him. “Are his arms going to be of any use if he can’t swim? No, they won’t.”

JJ froze in the middle of his victory dance. “Huh?”

You giggled for the millionth time around JJ. “I rest my case.”

You pushed past him and exited the kitchen. You stood behind the counter, grabbing a coke can and spilling its contents into two glasses. 

You placed one on the counter for JJ and sipped the drink from the other cup. It was cold, which refreshed your sweaty body. JJ took his usual seat behind the counter and smiled at you before taking a huge gulp from his coke. Your nose scrunched up. 

“How can you drink that so fast? The gas bothers me way too much to be able to do that.”

JJ burped. “I’m just too good at chugging. Years of practice at keggers, you know?”

You swatted your hand in the space between you and JJ, trying to get rid of the smell of coke he had burped out. “I bet you suck at chugging. You’re just saying that to make yourself sound badass or whatever.”

JJ laughed and exclaimed, “I swear it’s true! Just ask Kie about it.”

You giggled and took another sip from your cup. Suddenly a bell chimed from the kitchen. You stood up and headed inside taking the dessert order from the counter where it was perched on. Once outside you headed towards the table of the small family and placed the food down. 

“And the vanilla ice cream,” you stated placing the tall glass on the table along with a spoon. “Is there anything else you would like?”

The mother of the family smiled at you before shaking her head. However, her small daughter said, “You and your boyfriend are really cute!”

You blushed. “My what?”

“Your boyfriend,” she repeated as if it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. “The blond boy that follows you around!”

You turned to look at JJ. He already had his eyes on you and waved his hand when they connected. You blushed even harder than before and returned your body towards the girl. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you explained. She just shrugged and continued to lick her ice cream. 

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It was the first time in a month that JJ wasn’t at the Wreck during your shift. You frowned at how bored you were. Everything seemed dimmer when he wasn’t around, and you felt yourself longing for his presence. 

“Cheer up, baby,” Kie said to you. “He’s just busy. It’s not like he has another girlfriend or something.”

You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face before trying to slick your baby hairs back. “I know that. I just get bored.”

“Ugh, you guys are so in love it makes me nauseous,” she groaned, making you laugh. 

“We aren’t in love. We’re just friends.”

Kie could only scoff. Nobody with eyes would ever believe that. 

“You keep telling yourself that.”

You frowned at this. Did you and JJ really give off that impression?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a customer raising their hand and waving you over. You sighed, missing JJ. 

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One day JJ showed up extremely bruised. It was a Thursday, which meant that it was your day closing up. The restaurant was almost empty and you gasped when you caught sight of him.

“JJ!” you sped to where he had collapsed. “Are you okay?”

JJ nodded slowly, but it soon turned into a shake of his head. “I got beat up.”

“Well, I can see that, Captain Obvious. What do I do to help you?”

JJ laughed at your response before simply hugging you. He breathed in and out, calming his heart. It had quite the opposite effect, as his heart began to hammer in his chest from being around you. 

You wrapped your hands around his body for a few moments before pushing him back. “I’m pretty sure there’s a first aid kit somewhere.”

As you began to search for the kit, JJ clenched and unclenched his hands. He wasn’t going to tell you about his father, but he could at least seek comfort in you. 

Placing the kit beside him, you began to clean JJ’s wounds. The ones on his face weren’t very big. The cuts had already begun to bleed less as you passed the cotton swab over them. The bruises were a bit bigger, and as you slowly raised his shirt (after asking for permission from him), you noticed he was completely littered with them. 

You took out a tube of cream from the kit that said it would help get rid of bruising. Taking some of it in your hands, you used the fingers of the other to spread it over his skin as softly as you could. You didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was. 

JJ tried to level his breathing. He hated feeling the way his father made him feel. Luke Maybank made JJ feel weak and sad and unloved. The exact opposite of what you made him feel.

Once you stood up and stared down at JJ you had the urge to hug him. So you did. He wrapped his arms around you. A tear fell down his cheek and onto the skin of your chest. His sniffles filled the silent air of the restaurant, and you were certain you heard the kitchen door close behind the last person leaving. Your hands moved up and down the blond’s back until you could no longer feel him shake. 

He pulled away from you just enough to look up at you. He opened his mouth to speak his gratitude towards you, but you said, “I know, JJ.”

He closed his mouth again and pressed himself as close to your body as possible. His vulnerability shone new light upon him, revealing a side to the boy you had never seen. You wanted to help him and be there for him and just -- you wanted to love him.

Your realization made you freeze for a second, afraid of what it meant. However, not a second later, you realized that if it meant being with JJ than it was fine. He made it fine.

Trying to lighten the mood you said, “Are the other guys worse than you are?”

JJ laughed softly, tracing his fingers over the vertebrae of your back. His fingers circled them through your shirt. “You bet.”

His whisper was soft but he sounded strong. Because that was what he was. Strong. 

You didn’t let go of him until the sun began to rise the following morning. 

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John B had noticed that JJ began to stay over at the Chateau less and less. He had decided that the next time he saw his blond best friend, he would ask him about it. 

“Where have you been staying recently, man?” John B inquired the following day on the HMS Pogue. JJ was laying down at the bow of the small boat while Kie was seated on top of her cooler and Pope was resting against the seat behind the wheel. 

“At Y/N’s,” JJ replied, not really thinking much about it. Kie perked up, as well as the two other boys. 

“What do you mean ‘at Y/N’s’?” Kie wondered. Pope and John B weren’t really sure who Y/N even was. 

JJ groaned. “I mean I’ve been staying at Y/N’s.”

“Are you sleeping with my friend, J?” Kie voiced out. That made everything click in John B’s and Pope’s mind. 

“Holy shit, you got a girlfriend?” John B asked. He was surprised and shocked. JJ had always been a ladies’ man and never one to commit. 

“No way,” Pope whispered. 

JJ rubbed his hands over his face before putting his hands in his hair. “No, Kie. I’m not. But thanks for putting that image in my head and making me hard.”

The exasperated tone of his voice was enough to confirm that he was indeed not sleeping around with you. 

Kie gagged at what JJ had said while John B let out a boisterous laugh. 

“So what’s she like?” Pope asked. 

“I’ve told you about her thousands of times already! Did you ever listen?” Kie questioned. 

John B and Pope shared a blank look before muttering, “No, not really.”

It was JJ’s turn to laugh. Then he spoke, “She’s amazing, man. Y/N’s just easy to be with and she’s down to earth and easygoing and -- she’s perfect. Perfect for me at least.”

John B cooed. “Our little J is in love!!!!”

Pope laughed and began to poke at JJ’s side, teasing him about you. Kie joined in as well and noticed how red JJ’s cheeks were. He was blushing. 

When everyone calmed down, Kie asked, “You actually love her, don’t you?”

JJ could only nod. He really did. 

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“Oh my God, shut up! You know burritos are better than tacos!” you shrieked at the blond in front of you. 

You were closing up the Wreck, about to head home with JJ. He had arrived in the early afternoon and had been making conversation with you. Obviously you both fell into your normal antics. Childish banter. 

“No way,” JJ laughed. He grabbed onto your hand and began to walk home with you. “I know for a fact that tacos are better. They are way more - I don’t know - fresh than burritos are.”

You looked down at your clasped hands and smiled. The past few weeks had been different compared to the first seven months of your relationship with JJ. He had been holding your hand and hugging you for longer than usual. And you absolutely loved it.

“How about we just agree to disagree for a change,” you offered to him, looking up into his baby blue eyes. 

He smiled back at you and gave in to what you had said. “Okay.”

You walked in silence for a while, turning down a small street on the Cut where your house was. Your hands were swinging between your bodies and you wondered whether he felt the same things you did for him. 

“What are we doing tonight?” he asked you. Normally you would always have a plan: a movie to watch or something to bake. JJ had always just followed along with whatever you wanted. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “We can do whatever you want to do.”

JJ smiled at this. All he wanted to do was lay in bed and hug you. So that was exactly what he did. After each of you had taken a shower and changed into something to sleep in, he pulled you into your bed and smiled at you. His arms went around your body and pulled you close to him. 

You felt the sudden urge to kiss him. But you didn’t act upon it. You only stared at him. 

He opened one of his eyes. “What are you doing?”

You sighed. You thought of what Kie had said to you earlier that week. He loves you, her voice rang in your head. I know he does, and I know you love him, too.

“I have a confession,” you began. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

JJ snapped his eyes open. “Oh.”

Silence floated around you only for a second before JJ spoke again. “Why don’t you?”

You stared at him blankly. “What?”

“Why don’t you kiss me?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I’m nervous, maybe?”

JJ laughed at the stressed tone of your voice. You were going to begin to rant soon, so JJ decided to prevent that from happening. He leaned forward and connected your lips for a moment. He began to pull back, but you wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him back towards you. His lips were soft and gentle and sleepy. Your’s were too. 

When you broke apart the both of you smiled. 

“That wasn’t so bad, Maybank.”

JJ laughed and brought you to rest on his chest. “Don’t be so childish.”

You scoffed, offended. “I thought you loved my childishness.”

“I do,” JJ mumbled, drifting off. “I love all of you.”

You smiled softly, pressing one last little peck on JJ’s lips before laying down and dozing off. 

“I love all of you, too.”

[please-buckme]

I’ll Never Be The Same.

Hayden Christensen x reader

Warnings: a lil sad, fluff, smut. NSFW 18+ You hooligans!

Words: 2.1k

Request: Hi! So umm I’ve never done this request thing before since I haven’t been on here that long. But I really want you to continue the Ewan x Reader x Hayden 😂...but like with just Hayden 😳 Could you do it where the reader and Hayden meet up the next day and just to get to know a lot more about each other and then.....go at it like bunny rabbits, after all he said he wasn’t finished sooo....😂😳💀Request from @missgirlnoname 🥰💕

Part 1

Masterlist

A/n: I wanted this to be kind of like their physical representation of a melody. How their bodies intertwin and mesh as if made for you one another. I hope I did a good job of trying to portray what I’m seeing in my head! 💕

The morning sun crept its way through the thin hotel curtains. Your eyes stung when you opened them to the blindingly white room. Squinting now, You rolled over, taking in a deep breath, trying to wake up your exhausted body. The pain from last night's events finally sat in as you slept, every move hurting more than the last. A smile crept across your face as you recall everything Ewan and especially Hayden had done to your body. The aches and pains being totally worth it, with the pure ecstasy they brought you.

Your hands traveled down your still naked body, landing in between your thighs. Hesitantly, you massaged the sore muscles in your legs, wincing every so often. Had they really been this aggressive towards you? You weren’t complaining, you’d just never been this sore after sex. But you’d also never had a threesome, so maybe that’s the difference? You bit your lip trying not to let out a pained sigh since Hayden was still sleeping beside you.

When massaging your thighs didn’t seem to be making a difference you lifted your hands to your lower stomach, massaging the just as tender muscles. “Ow” the word slipped from your lips when you hit a sore spot.

This did wake Hayden up slightly, rolling over onto his back, exposing his beautiful chest and abdomen. He was just as beautiful in the mornings, except his face was sleepier, more puffy, making him look almost angelic. You ran your eyes up his body until you met his eyes, his already staring into yours.

“Good morning.” His deep, groggy morning voice making your sore walls throb.

“How are you so beautiful in the mornings?” You smile, making a deep chuckle vibrate through his body. “Like you can’t even laugh without turning me on.” You admit, laughing yourself.

“Mmm, already ready for round 5 I see. Come here then.” He smirks while whipping the sheets from his body, exposing his immaculate morning wood.

You sigh, biting your lip in frustration, “There’s just one problem with that?”

“And that is?” He sat up, looming over you. He’s awake enough now to see the bruises left all over your body and how your hands knead at your skin.

“I- uh, I don’t think I can move.” A shy smile fell on your lips, breaking eye contact with him now. Hayden threw his head back laughing. “It’s not funny you jerk- ow.” You went to slap his shoulder playfully, forgetting about your soreness momentarily.

Hayden pushed the sheets off of the both before straddling your waist. “When I said I was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk, I guess I meant it.” He started massaging just above your hips, making you wince again. “Shh I got you. Just relax and tell me something.”

“Something like what?” You ask.

“Where did you grow up?”

“Oh here and there. My daddy had a job where he had to travel a lot so we traveled all over the country.” You laughed, thinking back at the memory of it being just the two of you. “He used to call me his co captain when we would drive to a new location. It’s stupid but it made me feel special.”

Hayden smiled repositioning his hands to your hips now, “So you’re a daddy's girl?”

“Ow- well I- um, I- I was but he died. A couple years ago.”

Hayden’s eyes went wide, “oh I’m sorry. We don’t have to-“

“No it’s okay.” You interrupt. “He was sick. I took care of him for 2 years before he passed. I’m glad he’s not in pain anymore, ya know. Like I miss him everyday but I’m happy he’s in a better place.”

“Are you religious? You believe your dad’s in heaven?” He dug into you a little deeper, making your hips jolt.

“Mmm, I don’t know what I am. He just told me before he died that he’d be looking down on me everyday. I guess I’d like to believe that.” He hummed above as if in agreeance.

“Would he have been proud of you last night.” He grinned.

You sighed, laughing. “He was a huge Star Wars fan. He’s actually the one who got me into it, so maybe.”

“What’d he think of me?” Hayden asks, sliding his hands to your outer thighs.

“Uh, he only got to see ‘Attack of The Clones’ but he liked you. Darth Vider was his favorite so the idea of Vader’s backstory blew his mind.” He smiled again exposing his beautiful, toothy smile. How could someone so beautiful want to set here and listen to you just.. talk. And he’s not even just someone he’s The Hayden Christensen. As much as it pained you, you reached your fingers up to his arm, tracing the muscles softly.

“I would’ve loved to have met him.” Hayden says without realizing what he had just triggered in your brain. He ‘would’ve loved to have met him’. Did he mean as a fan or as your dad? You knew all you’d done was slept with Hayden but to you he meant more than just sex.

“It’s too bad he didn’t get to see you in ‘Revenge of The Sith’.” You say.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Oh it was hands down your best performance out of everything else you’re in.” You smile up at him. He smiles back at you, leaning down to your face, twisting a few strands of your hair in his fingers. This all felt so natural. It was almost as if you’d done this every morning with him. The muscle relaxing, the conversation, the hair playing- everything. With Hayden you felt at home for the first time in years.

“You didn’t just like my movies because you think i’m hot right?” He smiled, still twirling the same strands of hair.

“Oh that’s the only reason I ever watch your movies.” You giggle, letting him know it was just a joke. “But no of course not. Hayden you’re an amazing actor, truly.”

“You’re not just saying that to get in my pants?” He joked.

“Baby, I already got into your pants.” You can’t push back the feeling of wanting to kiss him, so you do. Just a light peck, that he welcomes.

“What was that for?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just really felt like kissing you.” He smiled softly, almost as if he was being bashful. This cute, shy side of Hayden made you want to kiss him even more. Something in the room changed though. You mean this kiss would mean something different than the last one did. When you captured his lips again you didn’t pull away and neither did he. It wasn’t the heated kiss he’d given you the night before, this kiss was passionate and longing and a hint of neediness.

“Do you leave today?” He asks, rushing to lock his lips with yours again.

“Yeah- at 3” You answer.

“Good.” He presses his hips down onto yours, earning a pained moan from you. “Oh gosh i’m sorry. We don’t-”

“No. I- I want to. I want you.” your eyes stare into his, not wanting to look away from those beautiful pools of blue. Your hands find their way to his luscious, sandy curls, massaging them at the back. He smiles slightly again, then leans into you again.

This time he’s gentle and patient with you, caressing your curves as if they were made for him. When you break free to catch your breath Hayden discends kisses down your neck. Right now you were his and he knew it. He wanted you so bad and the only way he could express his feelings was to make love to you, instead of the rough fucking he’d given you the night before.

This was also weird for him. He and Ewan had done this many times before. Not once did he massage their aching bodies, let alone bring them back to his room. You were different and he knew that. He also knew that once you left the room it ended. He couldn’t be seen with a fan and you had to go back to your life. Things had to be the way they were before you met.

You gasped when he licked a stripe between your breasts, not expecting it of course. His hot breath fanned over your skin when he laughed at your reaction. “I can’t make you feel better, would you like that?” He says, kissing just below your belly button..

“God, yes.” Gently he spreads your legs, trying not to hurt you in the process. You gasp at the feeling of his face once again between your legs. His thumb massages your sensitive nub just before he takes your cllit into his mouth, devouring your bundle of nerves. You feel him suck and bite and lick all at once, making you throw your back back. Delicate moans leave your lips as he continues his actions on your clit. Your hands find his hair again as you pull him closer to your core.

“Oh god, Hayden.” Your back arches at the sensation, adding a new level of pleasure. “Keep doing that, yes.” He did as you asked but sped up, bringing you to your shattering climax. He helped you ride out your climax, then when he was done he kissed you clit again. Such a subtle action but yet so sweet, almost as if he were claiming you as his.

When he eventually made it back up your body you couldn’t help but kisses, really kiss him. It was hungry yet still full of passion, “I love tasting myself on your tongue.” You hum.

“I love the taste of you on my tongue too, babygirl. You’re sweeter than the rest.” You groaned into his mouth, needing him more than you did last night. You reached down between your bodies and aligned him with your still swollen entrance. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.”

“I need to feel you- please.” His member enters you slowly, both of you hissing at the contact. A tear falls down your cheek and he pauses inside you.

“Should I stop?” He worries.

“No, no. Keep going. I’ll adjust.” He pushes until he bottoms out at your hilt. He stays there, peppering your face in kisses while he waits.

He whispers sweet things into your skin, “You’re doing so good, babygirl. You’re so strong and beautiful. I’m never gonna find another girl like you.” This only makes you cry more. If everyday with Hayden was like this you wouldn’t mind the fame or the fans, as long as you get this side off him when you two were alone.

He slowly pulls out of you once he feels your body relax a bit. He groans, kissing you again as he comes to pull in and out of you. His pace doesn’t change and that’s when you knew this was more than just fucking to him too. Instead of pounding into you he was taking his time, kissing your bruises, whispering sweet nothings, making you feel.. loved again.

You reach out to press down on his lower back, letting him know he could move a little faster. He takes the hint, spreading your legs higher up to your chest, making you gasp. “I’m never going to forget this tight little pussy. How it clinches around my cock.” He huffs as you can tell he’s reaching his climax. “I’m so weak for you, baby. I’m about to cum and we just got started.” Everything he’s doing and saying brings you over the edge again, making you cum with Hayden not far behind. Hayden helped you both ride out your highs before pulling out of you, continuing to pepper kisses along your body. “I could do that with you for the rest of my life.”

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Once Hayden’s lips finally tired themselves out he offered to start a shower for you. When you’d showered off both and and Ewan you got dressed. Hayden gave you one of his shirts which you were over the moon about but simply said thank you. Once you had all your stuff together he walked you to your room. “I had a great time.” he said just before you opened the door to your room.

“I did too.” You smile whilst jiggling the key from the door. “It may have been a little routine for you but this actually meant a lot to me.. Thank you.” You smiled down at your feet, a little embarrassed by your confession.

Hayden grinned, “Nothing about you was routine, Y/N” You looked back out at him, feeling the need to kiss him again. Hesitantly you did and he responded immediately, picking you up off the ground by your waist. Tears welled in your eyes but you blinked then away as he put you back down. “Until next time.” He says, kissing your hand.

“Next time.” When you go to pull your hand away he grasps it tight before finally letting go.

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Yardwork // Bang Chan

💌 Info: Stray Kids Bang Chan x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, degradation, vibrator play, boy next door ✏️ Word Count: ~2.1k 

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Summer is the hardest time of the year. It's always super hot outside, and even inside, you can't stop sweating. You've been spending this summer in your room at your computer, but your parents continuously remind you to go out and get a job. "You know the neighbor's son has a job, right?"

Your neighbors' son, Chris, would go house to house once a week and offer to do yardwork for the people around our neighborhood. Your parents would pay him to cut the grass in your yard, and you always watched him push around his lawnmower. When the weather was particularly hot, he would take off his shirt, and you would be lying if you said you didn't have... thoughts about Chris and what he would do to you if he caught you staring at him from your second-story bedroom window.

You lied in your room as you heard a familiar knock on the door. Unsurprisingly, it was Chris asking your mother if she needed the lawn mowed again. "I'd usually say yes, but I have to go to the grocery store." Your mom almost denies him.

"I'll be fine, Mrs. L/N. I promise I won't do anything I wouldn't do if you were here." Chan attempts to bargain with your mother.

"Well, Y/N is home, so when you're done, ask her for money. She knows where I keep my cash." The idea of him being alone with you made him want to work even harder.

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N. I'll get to work." Chan smiles at your mother and follows your mother to the backyard.

Five minutes later, he was in the backyard, perfectly in your view, cutting the grass. With your father at work and your mother at the supermarket, you were home alone with Chris in your backyard. You're too non-confrontational to go downstairs and say hi, so you stay in your room and take in the view.

Chris feels your eyes on him. Every time he mows your lawn, he feels your gaze piercing into the back of his head. You weren't aware, but he only takes off his shirt when he's mowing your lawn. He knows you're watching, and the exhibitionist inside him wants to put on a show.

He raises his shirt above his head and tosses it to the nearest lawn chair. You quietly gasp and watch him closely. Chris, feeling extra confident, looks up to your window with a friendly smile. You blush and dip back into your room. Your heart drops, and you knew he just saw you creeping on him. Chris laughs at your reaction and continues his work.

You try to calm down, but after half an hour, your mind is still fixated on Chris. Although you went to school together, your paths rarely crossed. The only relationship you had was as neighbors. You had hardly ever spoken to each other, but now he knows you're a creep. Although this incident should be disheartening, you can't help but be turned on. If Chris caught you staring, maybe he also had thoughts about you two together.

You reach over into your bedside drawer and take out your bullet vibrator. It was just small enough and quiet enough to satisfy you. You turned it onto it's lowest setting and slid it down your shorts onto your clit. You weren't wearing any bra or panties because you were home alone. Your legs, spread wide across the bed, became weak, and your lips parted to allow quiet moans to escape. You are about to slide your shorts off, but there's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Hello? Y/N? Are you in there?"

Oh fuck. It's Chris.

You leave your vibrator on the bed where you were and get up. You silently and slowly open your door. "Yes?" You're staring up at him, and although his smile is kind, his eyes look almost evil.

"I finished the yard work. Your mother told me you know where her cash is?" His smile is sickeningly sweet. You nod and head to your mother's room.

You come back with cash, but Chris is no longer at your bedroom door. You hear clattering from inside your room, and you panic. You dart to your room and stop after entering when you see Chris sitting on the edge of your bed with your vibrator in his hand. "Looks like you were busy."

Your face flushes a bright shade of red. You're speechless. Chris laughs at your shocked expression and looks down at the toy in his hands. "So, who were you thinking of when you were using this?" He looks back up at you. You never knew he could be so cocky.

"T-that's none of your business." Your stuttering makes him giggle again. He stands up and walks towards you. You take a step back, but his arm hooks around you and pulls you into him. Although he put his shirt back on before coming up to your room, the image of his abs is stained onto your brain and lustful thoughts cloud you.

You stand in his arms in silence. You stare into each other's eyes and you feel like your soul has left your body. Chris leans down and kisses you passionately on the lips, and you kiss back. His tongue quickly slips into your mouth, and without breaking contact, he sits down on your bed to have you resting on his lap with your heat on his crotch.

You can only kiss him for so long before you start to grind yourself against him. He groans into your kiss, and you smirk at him. He pulls away from the kiss and you both catch your breath. "I can't believe I'm letting a slut like you turn me on."

His words sting you like knives. Although he is insulting you, it doesn't feel like an insult. His words pierce through you, but the feeling goes straight down to your heat. You feel yourself getting wetter from his words, and you violently pull him into a kiss again.

His lips move down from your mouth to your neck. You moan and continue to grind against him. "Please let me be your slut, Chris."

"I saw you watching me. I see you every time."

His tongue goes back to work on your neck while your eyes widen in shock. "If you knew I was watching, then why didn't you say anything?"

"I knew how easy you would be." Chris laughs into your neck. His hands make their way from your waist to your breasts. You beg for him to take your shirt off, but he laughs at you again. You know you can't control him. "Why so eager?"

You moan as he plays with your nipples from under your shirt. You feel his cock harden under you, but before you can push down onto him, he pushes you down onto your bed. He hovers over you, his hands not moving their position from your breasts. You lean up so he can slip your shirt off. He removes his hands so he can look at your body under him.

"How long have you thought about me?" He leans down into your chest and sucks on your nipple. You let out a lot moan from his surprising action. You're too euphoric to answer his question, so you just desperately move your hips upwards to meet his growing bulge.

"Such a needy little whore," he looks up to see you staring down at him. His touch becomes rougher, and it becomes harder for you to keep your eyes open. You throw your head back when his hand makes its way down over your clothed womanhood. He pulls your shorts down gently and his fingers tease your entrance.

"Please fuck me, Chris." You beg and plead for him, but he continues teasing you and playing with your clit.

"I can take my shirt off for you." He leans up and slips his shirt up so you can see his abs. "It's nothing you haven't seen before, though." Throwing his shirt to the side of the bed, he moves his body down so his head is between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your pussy. You move your hips towards his face in hopes he would stop teasing you.

His finger slowly glides into your entrance, and his tongue goes to work on your clit. You're a moaning mess for him. He inserts another finger and begins pumping into you. "Aw, does my babygirl like when I do this to her?" Still unable to speak, you quickly nod and move your hips into his hands to meet his movements. He laughs at your reaction but stays on task.

You tighten around his fingers and yell his name as you cum. After riding out your high, he removes his hand, and you whine. "Oh, does my slut want my cock now?"

"I want your cock so bad, Chris. Please fuck me."

"You're such a good little slut." He stands up to take off his shorts and boxers. His cock is larger than you expected, and it's better than you imagined. "Is this what you want?" He places his hand on his cock and strokes it while you watch. You lick your lips at the sight and nod desperately. "Then get on your hands and knees. I wanna see you from the back."

You obey him and put your ass in the air for him. With your pussy on full display, he moves behind you and teases your entrance with the head of his cock. You groan quietly and beg for him to put it in. Without warning, he slams into you. He's stretching you out, but it feels amazing. You scream for him and tell him to start moving.

He thrusts into you slowly at first, but when he starts to get more turned on, his movements become sloppy and desperate. You tighten around him, and he tightens his grip on your hips. You can feel yourself getting closer to your climax again.

"Your cock feels so good in me, Chris."

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head up so your back is against his chest. He takes one hand up to your chin and holds your head back. He whispers quietly in your ear, "you can't cum until I say so, okay?" Although his words are almost caring, you hear a menacing tone in his voice. He groans deeply against you and continues you pound into you.

"I'm so close." You try to let him know you need to cum, but he refuses to give you the okay. Your core is on fire, and you can't hold it for much longer.

His cock is twitching inside you. You can tell he's close, too. His hand feels up your ass and slaps it lightly. You yelp in response, and you feel him smile on your neck.

"Cum for me, baby girl."

With those words, you finally release onto his cock. He thrusts into you until you're finished your high. "Now suck me off, slut."

You get down and put your lips around his cock. At every touch of yours, his cock twitches and he lets out a breathy moan. You start taking him farther into your mouth, and he shoots his load down your throat. Without removing his cock from your mouth, he tells you to swallow. Again, you obey his orders and swallow his cum. You lay back on your bed and Chris gets up to put his clothes back on.

"I should get going." He shimmies his underwear and pants back on, but you hate to see him leave. "Do you want this?" He holds his shirt out to you. You look at him confused. After a few seconds of silence, he just throws his shirt at you. "Take it."

"Why are you giving me your shirt?" You hold his shirt in your hands and look back up at him.

"You like me more without it, don't you?" He grabs the cash off of your bedside table. "See you later."

And with that, he was gone. You lied there naked, fucked out, and in awe. What the fuck just happened?

You look back down at the shirt he left for you. You slip the shirt over your head. Although it's way too big, you love the feeling that you're wearing Chris's shirt.

When you hear your front door shut after Chris left your house, you head down to the kitchen. You can hardly walk, but you needed food. On the kitchen counter, you see a piece of torn notepaper. The paper reads "Let's do this again - Chris" and a phone number.

As soon as you get back to your room, you text him a picture of you wearing his shirt. This is far from the end of your relationship with Christopher Bang.

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[slashmebois]

You make me breathless

“Hello! How are you? I hope you are very well ;) If you don't mind, could you write about Bo's reaction to an asthmatic reader? being fucking soft on him and freaking out when he tries too hard? How to mount your thigh? I suffer from asthma attacks, you know, it's hell when everyone treats me like a baby, but deep down I enjoy it, thanks in advance and see you!”

 Thank you so much for your request @ !! I hope this fits what you wanted! I kept this GN up until thigh riding, so if y’all aren’t the owners of a va-gi-na you may wanna stop reading at that point.

I’ve not written NSFW before so sorry if it’s a lil cringe haha.

Disclaimer: My only experience of asthma is a close family member who has pretty severe symptoms. If any of the information I put in is incorrect, please drop me a message and I’ll do my best to educate myself and edit the post! I used information from Asthma UK to inform my writing.

Okay first, some background.

When you first arrived in Ambrose and Bo was chasing you, he thought it was hilarious when your asthma started to act up (he’s an asshole, I’m sorry). But he did feel a little teensy bit guilty about that later…

Leading on from that, if anyone does anything that triggers your asthma, well Bo is gonna be pissed.

Both Lester and Vincent have been kicked in the ass for doing so. Vincent is just so quiet that he scared the heck out of you by accident, and Lester bought that cleaning product that sets you off because he wasn’t listening properly.

Boy really thought you needed CPR the first time you had a big attack (he just wanted an excuse to kiss you okay). He’s since learned to keep an eye on where your inhaler and Volumatic spacer are so he can grab them quick.

If you have a preventer inhaler, he tries to remind you to take it.

He’s also a little overprotective (see bullet point two) and panics a little because he doesn’t really understand that sometimes the cause won’t be obvious. He has literally run around holding up things to you and asking if that is what was causing it.

It can feel like he’s babying you since he drops whatever is happening if you get the slightest bit breathless.

But also he drops whatever he’s doing, which is kind of sweet.

Initially he got pretty proud when your symptoms triggered whilst you were getting it on. Once you’d recovered and explained it to him, he realised that whilst he loved the idea of you finding it hard to breathe around him, that maybe, just maybe it wasn’t actually a good thing.

 Tonight, was the night. You were determined. Tonight, was the night you would make Bo realise you are an independent and goddamn sexy adult who can take care of themselves.

He had been babying you all week. The pollen count in Ambrose currently was astronomical and setting off your asthma big time. You had been trying to get down and dirty, but every time you had felt your airways tightening and Bo had scrambled for your inhaler, before holding you and kissing your head. And he always refused sex after. You were pretty sure he thought that’s what was causing it at this point.

You dressed yourself in your tightest, most revealing clothes, adding a garter underneath for good luck. You felt sexy and powerful. You just hoped Vincent wasn’t chilling in the kitchen to see this. It had happened before and yes; it was embarrassing for everyone involved. Striding down the stairs you glance over to the kitchen table. Okay, phew. The coast is clear.

You’re thankful as you step into the street, that the air in Ambrose is always warm- come summer or winter. You hear the music coming from the garage before you see Bo come into view. He’s singing along, focused on the car engine in front of him. You lean against the garage door, watching him with that warm fuzzy feeling of love. You’re so thankful you found him.

He turns and jumps a little, before eyeing you up and down slowly- a devilish grin working its way onto his face.

“Well that is a nice view” he whistles, his eyes locking with yours, “what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion…just wanted to look nice for myself” you spin on the spot, giving him the full view.

“For yourself huh?”, he makes his way over to you, laying his hands on your hips and leaning in close to hum in your ear, “and could little old Bo get any of that, or are we strictly keeping this to ourselves?” he punctuates it, by pulling you close enough to feel his erection against your back.

You gasp audibly, “I guess I could share a little. Sharing is caring and all that”

His laughs rumbles, And he starts walking you towards the basement, gripping and grasping at you as he does.

By the time you reach the basement, you’re already moaning and can feel the growing arousal between your thighs. He manages to jostle the door open and picks you up, wrapping your legs round him to carry you over to the chair.

Bo, leans back and just studies you before going to town on your neck, nipping and sucking and groaning, “how the fuck did I get so lucky baby”.

You’re a mess before he’s even touched you down there, and struggling to form words, “Bo…uhh…oh my-YES”

His hands paw at your chest, kneading the flesh before moving south to cup you.

“Someone’s excited” he grins, but you can hear he’s nearly as breathless as you.

His fingers start to move down there and it’s little bits of electric. You’re panting and grabbing at his back,

“please please please”

He pulls his hand away and you groan in dismay. The sensation is quickly replaced, you squeak as he rips your bottoms off and kneels before you, putting his mouth on you and sucking hard.

You can feel yourself quickly approaching climax, but then it happens. Your throat tightens and you gasp inward, your breath not quite reaching your lungs.

Bo is immediately off you, “where’s your inhaler, where is it baby?”, he looks so worried, fuck. This is so unfair. You point over to your discarded bag and he rustles through it to find your saving grace. He tosses you the inhaler, and picks you up as you use your inhaler, placing you down in his lap.

You take breaths in, letting the medication sooth your airways until you can breathe again. All the time, Bo is muttering reassurances and sweeping you hair back from your face to kiss your eyelids.

“It’s okay baby, you’re all right. Don’t worry. We’ll get you to bed”

You can feel the angry tears threatening to spring from your eyes, “I don’t want to go to bed Bo. I am not a baby! I’m a fully grown adult and I want to fuck. Jesus!”

He stills, a little stunned, “You think I treat you like a baby?”, his tone is dark.

“Well…I…I just feel stupid.”

“Oh no, no, no. That’s fine. I can treat you different if you like”

Before you can respond he has you over his lap and his hand is coming down on your backside. You yelp in surprise, “B…Bo”

---GN ends, reader is person with vagina from here on out---

“Ah-ah, call me daddy babygirl”

You feel a shiver of delight pass through you, “yes daddy”, the groan that emits from Bo is unworldly.

He spanks you again, and you moan, squirming you legs together beneath him, “please daddy”

“Please, what?”

“Uhhhn, please touch me”

“Come sit on daddy’s knee”

You lift yourself, desperate to please him so he’d please you. You start to sit sideways across his knees, but he stops you and pulls you toward him so that you have a leg on either side of one of his knees.

Confused you start to question “what in the heck are you doing?” but before you can finish the sentence, he grinds his knee up into your core and ohhh…oh fuck, that feels good. Your legs clamp tightly around his leg, and you start to press down, “mmm. Please. Please daddy, that feels so good”.

He grinds his knee again and grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his thigh more. You don’t need more encouragement, you start moving your hips with him, mewling out his name and expletives. You leave a trail of your wetness along his leg, and fuck if that isn’t hot.

“Tell daddy how good it feels pet. Mm, you like that don’t you?”

“Daaaddy, it feels-mmmf-it feels so good.”

“Whose doing that to you?”

“Y…you are Bo. Oh my god. Oh my god. pleeeease”

Your face is flushed and your hair sticks to your forehead as you feel the mounting tightness in your stomach pooling down.

“Yeah I am baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make you cum just using my thigh huh?”

You try to respond but your orgasm tears through you, and you just wail in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. Your breath is short, but for a different reason this time. You’re still for a spell, trying to catch it again, and trying to decide if you’re still on this plane of existence. You realise that the whole time Bo is just staring at you, a big smile on his face.

“What?” you laugh.

“Nothing, just think I’ll have to stop treating you so precious huh? Kinda liked this side of you”

You pout, “I don’t mind you treating me a little like a baby. But only a little.”

He barks out a laugh, “Alright, alright. We’ll compromise. You can be my spoilt baby during the day”, he leans in close to your ear, his thighs movement against your slit making you jump, “but at night I’m treating you like this. You get an asthma attack, fine we’ll sort it. But I might have to punish you for making me worry”

You bite your lip, feeling a second wave of arousal hit you. Fuck, at this rate you’d be cumming a second time real soon. He catches the look in your eye, “Guess I better get to work on you again”

[beenbaanbuun]

STRAY KIDS’ reaction to their S/O being clumsy

I’ve really hurt my ankle after repeatedly hitting it on the same thing so I have decided to write this.

CHAN

You’d better believe that he would baby proof everything. He has major dad vibes, and he cannot stand to see you hurt, so if that means no sharp corners anywhere, then so be it. He would constantly check up on you to see if you’re okay, and if the answer is no, he will just sigh and give you a lecture on the way to the hospital.

“You okay, babygirl?” Chan’s voice was soothing over the phone, but it did nothing to take away the throbbing feeling that was spreading through your leg. You tried to remain calm and tell him you were fine, but the moment you moved, you flinched and sucked in a breath through your teeth. You hoped he didn’t hear, but the moment you heard him sigh, you knew he heard you. “I’ll be at yours in 10. You can tell me what happened on the way to the hospital.”

MINHO

He didn’t think it was that bad when he first met you. Sure, you’d trip over from time to time, and you normally had bruises all over your legs, but it could be worse. That was until you broke your arm after tripping over a table leg. After that, Minho wouldn’t go more than a few hours without checking up on you, and most nights he would visit your house to check that you’re okay.

“Is that another bruise?” Minho and you were sat watching Netflix when he looked over to see a huge purple spot on your shin. You just nodded, too engrossed in the show to pay much attention to what he was saying. Once again, you’d tripped over your coffee table and ended up with a huge bruise, and probably some other damage too, but it was the usual for you to be hurt. “One day, I’ll wrap you in bubble-wrap so you can’t get hurt.”

CHANGBIN

He tries his hardest not to laugh every time you fall over, he promises, but its just so funny. Obviously if you’re badly hurt he’ll stop laughing and do what he can to help, but most of the time, he just stands there and laughs. He makes you see the good in things, and most of the time you laugh at your clumsiness too, as long as you’re not in too much pain.

“(Y/N), stop falling over!” He could barely get his words out through his laughter, but he soon went quiet when you didn’t get up. He noticed that your shoulders were shaking, almost like you were crying, and that was when the panic set in. Rushing around like a headless chicken wasn’t going to help you much, but Changbin had no idea what to do to help you. Eventually, after panicking for a few minutes, he reached to touch your shoulder, making you turn round. You were crying, but from laughter. “You idiot! I thought you were hurt!”

HYUNJIN

He’d get so fed up of you hurting yourself that he demanded that every moment you were free, you were where he could see you. He baby proofed the dorms, which is where you spent most evenings, and he even went as far as baby proofing your own flat. You were not getting hurt in any way shape or form as long as Hyunjin had anything to do with it, although it was more for his own peace of mind than anything else.

“What was it this time?” You’d broken your toe for what seemed like the 100th time to Hyunjin, and honestly, he couldn’t believe you’d done it. He’d made sure that you had clear paths in your flat to avoid any stubbed toes, and yet you still managed to hurt yourself badly. Truth be told, you just weren’t paying attention to you ‘path’ that Hyunjin had made for you, and just walked into the sofa, stubbing your toe on the leg. “If you don’t stop, I’ll have to remove all of your furniture.”

JISUNG

He thinks you’re adorable, no joke. Every time you trip over something, as long as you aren’t hurt, he’ll grin and make sure that you know he loves you with every bone in his body. When you are hurt, he will be like a lost puppy, but his affection is good enough for you. Let him give you a few kisses better, and you’ll be as good as new, if not better.

“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay?” He crouched next to you, taking in the sight of your bloodied knees. You knew going for a hike was a bad idea, but Jisung was so excited, how could you say no. Now there you were sat on the floor in pain. That was until Jisung pressed his lips to yours, and the pain seemed to drain away. It was over in seconds and he began to look in his bag for a bandage, but you stopped him, wanting another kiss.

“Another one, and then I’ll be all better.”

FELIX

If you keep getting hurt, he’s going to have a heart attack soon. Every time you call him, he worries that you’ve hurt yourself, and every time you don’t ring, he worries that you’ve hurt yourself. He’s just in a constant state of worry, and for good reason too. Every few weeks, he gets a phone call from you, telling him that you’ve trapped your finger in something and broken it, or you’ve smashed something by accident and cut some part of your body on it.

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” He held his breath as he waited for you to confirm you were okay over the phone. When he heard your shaky breath, he felt his heart beat just a little faster, knowing that you’d hurt yourself again. He prepared himself to go round to your house to asses the damage while you spoke to him over the phone and told him what had happened. He sighed in response, just about to leave the house. “I’ll be there in 10, babe. Hold on for a few minutes.”

SEUNGMIN

Whenever you hurt yourself accidentally, he didn’t know what to do, even though it happened often enough. Usually, he’d ring Chan and ask him to bring supplies, but on the occasion that Chan was busy, Seungmin would be clueless. Usually, he’d fumble about with different plasters and try to deal with everything like that, which only occasionally worked.

“Chan didn’t answer the phone, so looks like I’m your doctor.” Seungmin muttered as he inspected the inside of the first aid kit. You’d twisted your ankle and couldn’t walk on it, so naturally you called your boyfriend. He wasn’t very good at first aid, resorting to either wrapping something in bandage, or giving it a kiss better, neither of which were going to work today. Your worst fears came true as he pulled out a roll of gauze and a pair of scissors. “This’ll have to do until Chan can call me back, okay?”

JEONGIN

He will take any opportunity to look after you, so its kind of a blessing for him that the opportunity comes regularly. You try to be with each other often anyway, so he’s usually with you when you hurt yourself. He doesn’t always know what to do, but he does know how to comfort you by being his usual loud and cheerful sellf.

“Hey, hey, don’t pay attention to that, baby.” He tilted you head up to stop you looking at the open wound on your leg. Entertaining you whilst waiting for the ambulance was hard, let alone doing it while trying not to panic himself. It seemed to be going well, except every few minutes you decided to look at your leg, and Jeongin would have to stop you from looking at it. “Look at me. Surely I’m more interesting to you than that.”

[sithmyass]

Crazy in Love - Obi Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Literally porn my guys. Do not read if youre under 18, this is literally the smuttiest shit ive ever written.

All for you, @sarcastic-bubble 😘

Alluring. You looked in the mirror and alluring was the only word to come to mind. Your silk blue evening gown flowing down your legs, your curls draping over your shoulders, the diamond necklace he gave you placed perfectly between the valley of your breasts. You knew it was wrong.. everything about the whole situation was, but you couldn’t care. The attention.. his attention was intoxicating, addicting. You leaned down to slip your heels on, allowing your hand to linger up the length of your leg. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was his hand, wish oh so desperately for it to be his hand, but alas.

Your heels clicked deliciously against the marble flooring of the ballroom, all eyes on you as you made your way through the enormous double doors. If you hadn’t been wearing the mandatory masquerade mask, you may have walked out of the room before even getting your start. But with the mask, the dress, his diamond around your neck.. To say you felt like a goddess was an understatement. You felt ethereal, untouchable. You made your way towards the bar, finding an empty stool to stand near. You flag down the bartender and order an Outer Rim; silver tequila, acai liqueur, lime juice, pure cane sugar, black salt and exotic fruit purée. As your drink is brought to you, you begin to sense a lurking presence. You chose to ignore it, and instead take a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning its way down your throat.

“Did you dress up just for me, Kitten?” His voice so close to your ear sent shivers down your spine, you knew who it was immediately. He allows one of his arms to snake its way around your hip, the other coming around to play with the diamond necklace. “I see the gift I got you fits well..” You remain silent, allowing his hands to roam your body as they please. “Aww, is my Kitten being shy? Tsk tsk tsk..” He allows the hand that was toying with your necklace to slide down your body to find its way between the slit of your dress, making for easy access. “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. Everyone else thinks so too, half the men at this bar can’t keep from undressing you with their eyes..” You bite your lip gently as he whispers in your ear, breath fanning across your cheek.

“I bet you think you’re real cute, letting these men eye fuck you, Kitten. Maybe I should take you right here to prove to them who you belong to.” His fingers make their way gently to your core, ghosting their way down your mound. “No panties? Maker, you’re just asking to get it.” He slips two fingers into your soaked cunt with ease, eliciting a quiet mewl from your lips. “Sh sh sh.. you don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” He teases, moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot expertly. You lull your head back against his shoulder, using everything you have inside of you to not scream his name at the top of your lungs. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking..” He places a sloppy kiss to your shoulder blade before removing his fingers from your core.

“C’mon Kitten, before someone sees and tells someone about us..” He comments, taking your smaller hand in his as he leads you out of the ballroom. Once it’s just the two of you alone in the long hallway, you pull your mask from your face. Obi Wan does the same as you reach the elevator, his eyes dark with lust. He would have jumped you right then and there, had the elevator not arrived when it did. You step in first, leaning your back against the cool wall, hoping to alleviate your burning desire for the man across from you. You open your eyes to see Obi Wan sucking your arousal from his fingers. “Truly a delicacy.” He comments as the elevator door opens to what is presumably his floor. As he takes your hand and leads you down the long hall, you finally get a good look at the man at your side. All black suit, shirt, and tie, the only accent of color his Mediterranean blue eyes.

You stop at a door, number 6897. Top floor, penthouse. Only the best for him. He opens the door, leading you into the dark room. He flicks on a small lamp, illuminating the almost entirely glass room. He takes notice of your expression and finds himself smirking at you as he shrugs his jacket off, throwing it across the room to grab your attention. He beckons you towards him with one finger silently. You follow his orders, moving towards him, dress flowing around your legs, your slit threatening to reveal your most intimate parts. Your lips find his as soon as you’re within reach, your teeth gnashing against his. He bites down on your bottom lip before pulling away, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Take that pretty little dress of yours off for me, Kitten.” He demands, sitting back on his elbows as he sees you slip one of the thin strings down your arm. “That’s it, nice and slow, baby.” He praises, watching intently as you undress yourself, dress pooling around your ankles, leaving you naked before him. He runs his hand over his jaw as he drinks you in, letting out a shallow breath. He sits up, and leans forward to take your hips in his calloused hands. “Are you going to be good from now on, Kitten?” He asks, his thumbs running over the soft skin of your waist. “Yes.. I mean, yes Sir.” You correct yourself, earning a smile from Obi. “That’s my girl..” He begins, taking a moment to look your body up and down. “Now. Suck on my fingers, babygirl, get them nice and wet for me so I can finish what I started at the bar.” You nod eagerly, getting down onto your knees before him, allowing him to slip his three middle fingers between your lips.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, coating them in your saliva, never once breaking eye contact. When he feels content, he removes his fingers from your lips and helps you up onto the bed. “Get comfortable, Kitten.. I’m not stopping ‘til my jaw hurts.” He says, but it sounds more like a promise. He pulls a pillow from the head of the bed and slips it under your head, allowing you to get comfortable. He unbuttons his shirt in the meantime, untucking it from his waistband, allowing it to hang loosely on his shoulders.

Obi Wan slips off the edge of the bed before parting your legs with his hands on your knees. “You look good all soaking wet, can’t wait to get a taste.” He mumbles before leaning forward, allowing his tongue to explore your slit before slipping his three fingers inside of you, all while beginning his assault on your clit. He begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, while his tongue dances the alphabet. You arch your back up, grinding up into his face, begging for more. He snickers against your core, and looks up at you from between his lashes.

“Look at you, grinding against my face. You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” He taunts, allowing his breath to fan over you as he speeds up his fingers, earning a moan from you. “Thought so.” Seemingly out of nowhere, a switch flips in Obi Wan and he finds himself fingering you faster, while devouring your cunt at a vicious pace. Maybe it was the moans his speed earned from you, or maybe it was how badly he wanted you to come undone on his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

As soon as he felt your legs beginning to close around his head, and the uncontrollable shaking, he knew he’d be getting his wish soon. He kept up his speed, almost groaning against you as he pushed you over the edge for the first time tonight. He obscenely lapped up all of your juices, not even allowing a single drop to go to waste. He pulls his head from between your legs to see your blissed out figure, panting on the bed. He crawls over you, bringing his lips to your ear. “We’ve just barely started, Kitten..” He nips at your earlobe as he pulls away to gauge your reaction, which was shock, and this amused him.

He slowly reached down towards your core once more, his fingers ghosting over your sensitive nub, causing your body to jolt from the overbearing pleasure. “Think you can handle another?” He questions, as if you actually had a choice. He flips the two of you over, you now on top. “Come sit on my face, Kitten.” He coaxes, guiding your hips to his desired place above his lips. “Could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..” He mumbles before sucking your clit between his lips once again. The pleasure was almost too much to handle, and he knew it. Each time you tried to move away, he’d hold your hips down firmer against his mouth. He’d make you grind down against him, his beard adding extra stimulation to your most sensitive spot.

“Obi.. I.. I..” You stutter before your vision turns white, and the shock of another orgasm racks through your already tired body. He lifts you up off his face, allowing you to lay against the mattress once more. “No more.. I can’t..” You plead, aftershocks making your body jolt every few seconds. He gently takes your hand in his. “You can..” He places a kiss to your knuckles. “And you will..”

He smiles down at you sweetly. “I want to fuck you up against the windows so everyone can see how good you take me..” He stands up off the bed, helping you to your feet. You nearly collapse, but Obi helps you over to the windows, allowing you to brace yourself against it. He runs his hand down your spine, leaving a small whack against your bum. “I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now..” Obi muses, before sliding his entire length into your tight cunt from behind. You lean your forehead against the glass, taking a moment to adjust to his size before he decided it was time to move.

Before long, that moment had arrived. Obi grabbed your waist tightly, and began pulling you back to meet his thrusts, completely bottoming out each time. Gradually he sped up his thrusts, putting more and more force behind each one. He removed one of his hands from your hips and slid it around your throat, leaning forward to leave bruises in the flesh of your shoulders. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, Kitten..” He comments, allowing his grip to tighten slightly, enough to make your head spin. “Do you want to cum, pretty girl?” He asks, letting a few stray moans escape in between his words. You nod, not completely trusting your words at the moment. “I want to hear you beg for it, babygirl.” He demands, sucking a harsh mark into the supple skin of your neck. “P-Please, Sir.. I’m begging you, I’ll do whatever you want, please, just let me cum..” You beg desperately. “Scream my name. Scream my name and you can cum.” He whispers, allowing you to make your decision.

Without hesitation, Obi Wan’s name escapes your lips in the most pornographic scream he had ever heard, your release triggering his. He moans your name and buries is head in your shoulder, his cock as deep as it could possibly go, his seed coating your walls. He could see your fucked out body about to collapse to the floor, but swept you up into his arms before you could. He laid you gently against the mattress, helping you slide between the duvet. He crawled into the bed next to you, breathing heavily as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable, Kitten, I’m hardly done with you for tonight.”