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jarofstyles · 4 years ago

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Dirty Business III- Cappuccino

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating, hints of angst, mentions of abuse

word count: 13k

Harry woke up to a softly breathing Y/N. She was laying on his chest, cuddled up tight. Truly? He didn’t think he had ever seen a scene more beautiful. With the Paris sun bleeding through the sheer curtains and lighting up all the aspects of her face, he was incredibly lucky. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Mm. Baby?” He murmured, moving her hair so he could see her face perfectly. His lips came to kiss her forehead, then her nose. Stroking her cheek, he was happy to be with her. Happy to hold her close and be the one she chose to have. After all these weeks he had given in and it never felt so good. “Want to see those eyes.” The pretty eyes he loved looking at. She was bare of makeup and her freckles were showing, her lips still swollen from their passion last night. He couldn’t imagine something more beautiful.

Y/N woke up to the warmth of the sun tickling her face, Harry’s voice and soft touches bringing her out of the dream world she was in. She hummed at the feeling, a smile coming onto her face as she realized that this really was real life, she wasn’t at all dreaming.

“Good morning...” She spoke in a sweet but raspy voice, eyes fluttered open to see him already looking down at her with a smile. He was so beautiful, everything about him. Y/N let her hand move to cup his cheek, her smile widening as she saw his dimples form. They were her favorite. She leaned in to kiss him, sweet and gentle, holding him there just savoring the beautiful moment. She was in Paris with the man of her dreams, what else could she possibly want?

The phone ringing brought her out of the moment, her lips moving to kiss all over his face muttering a bunch of no’s because she didn’t want him to be distracted. He let out a groan when she went down to his neck. He picked up the phone, answering a tired ‘hello’. It was Caroline. God damn it. He had been ignoring her calls, not wanting to talk. He had told her anyway that he would be in Paris and couldn’t talk.

“Jesus— Caroline, I told you I’m not able to talk while on this trip. Why have you called me 12 times?” He asked, brows furrowing. He relaxed a little when Y/N crawled on top of him, running her hands down his chest. He didn’t like the look in her eye. “Yes, I’m ignoring your calls. I told you multiple times that I’m busy. I have meetings every day.” It wasn’t a lie. He did have many meetings. But Caroline was whining and saying how he should be checking in on her because they were dating and it just— pissed him off. “I’m done with this, Caroline. I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” He ground out, seeing Y/N’s eyes light up. That pleased her. It pleased him too. But then the hysterics started on the other line.

“Is it her? Is that bitch with you?” Caroline asked, “Hazza baby, please, you can’t do this over the phone! Thought you had more respect for me!” She shouted, tears clearly in her eyes. It was early in Paris but probably even earlier in New York, why was she even awake? “I thought we were doing so well and then she showed up! What? Am I not rich or young and hot enough for you? That job changed you. I thought I knew you!”

Y/N was grinning ear to ear, he had ended things with Caroline right in front of her. She won, she had really won. Y/N pressed kisses all across his chest, rocking her hips over his a bit as well because god, did that make her horny. When his body responded positively to it, Y/N went the extra mile, bringing her hand down so she could slide him inside of her. A small moan escaped her, biting down on his shoulder as she sat up and started slowly bouncing on his cock. Her hands were holding her tits up, gripping at them so he could see just how good it felt for her. Y/N smirked down at him, her head falling back in pleasure. God this was the life.

“Oh my god.” He groaned. Mostly because Y/N was on his cock. The hottest thing he thinks he’s ever seen, his new girl, the one he should have had all along, riding him with effort. Caroline would never do this. It was always missionary. “Don’t call her a bitch. She’s lovely. Always treats me well, is amazing with business.” He growled. He didn’t like anyone saying shit about Y/N. “I told you, my job comes first. The first time we started dating. I’m done with having to explain this shit to you.” He hissed. Y/N felt so damn good, his hand coming up to grab her waist. “You obviously don’t know me. Stop calling me that name, it’s annoying. We can talk when I get back but... it doesn’t change anything.” His breathing caught when he saw her hand go down to her cunt, rubbing at it. Fuck, it was so wrong for this to be so hot. But it was. “My life is changing quickly and... fuck, it’s so good.”

Seeing him angry was only getting her going more, biting back moans though really she should just let Caroline hear. Let her hear how good she felt on her man’s cock. Y/N had been moving at a steady pace on his cock, speeding up when she felt his hand on her waist.

“Oh daddy! Feels so good!” She moaned out, smirking at the look on his face because she knew Caroline could clearly hear her.

“Oh my god— Harry, are you serious?” Caroline screamed, “She’s with you?” She couldn’t believe it, but she better. Y/N ready had come in and swiped Harry right up and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Fuuuuck!” Y/N moaned out, rubbing faster at her clit. She could hear a little bit of what was going on on the phone and she was extremely turned on by the prospect. It was the competitive nature in her, her primal part wanting to show off that she had in fact claimed him for her own. She loved it.

Harry’s mouth opened and he looked at Y/N in shock. Holy fucking shit. Never in his life had sex been this hot, this naughty. She was fucking him, riding his damn cock when he was talking to his soon to be ex.

“God damn it—“ He hissed. It was hot and wet, warm around his cock and he was watching her bounce and the noises— he was in love.

“Harry! What the fuck! Are you cheating on me?” Caroline cried loudly. Y/N was giving him the best sex of his life and he was dying.

“S’not cheating— we broke up.” He panted, his hand moving up to grab at her tits. He felt like an asshole but— this was too good. Way too fucking good. He didn’t expect Y/N to grab the phone though, the screams and yelling still being heard through the phone.

“Mmm fuck— sorry honey, didn’t I tell you jealousy would get you no where?” Y/N panted, moving her hips at a quick pace. “I tried to be nice, but apparently I’m a bitch— oh fuck! Harry!” She whimpered, deciding she wouldn’t hang up until she did. Y/N knew it was bad, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t help it, not when the girl had dug her own grave. Y/N put the call on speaker, throwing the phone to the side while she leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss to Harry’s lips. She kept her hips moving quickly, grinding down on him and feeling her walls clench from just how good it was. She liked having control, mostly because she could make it hit all the right places. “So good, isn’t it daddy? Tell her how good my cunt feels.” Y/N growled. She was quite the sex addict, loved to do crazy and wild shit. She loved the thrill of it all. It was due to being around the business for so long, watching businessmen drool over her and other women. It was all about claiming the men, who had the hottest wife and the best sex life. She wanted Harry to have the best and be the best.

“God— it’s so fucking good.” He knew it must hurt to hear because he never acted like this during sex with her. You could hear how wet she was and how good the sex actually was. He was thriving. He wasn’t fucking around. “Best fucking pussy. Jesus— keep riding me like that” he breathed, grabbing her waist and moving his legs so he could contribute, thrusting up into her pussy. That’s when Y/N started going crazy, the sensitive spots getting hit over and over again.

“Harry! Stop right now! What is wrong with you? Why would you do this?” Caroline shouted through the phone. He could hear and it only made him fuck harder into her, Y/N falling forwards slightly on to him. He held her back, continuing his thrusting up into her cunt.

“Never been this good, you’re so sexy. Fuck me.” He painted, feeling her clench hard around him. She was a crazy bitch and he loved it.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, practically growling and purring at the situation that was unfolding. It felt so fucking good, the thrill of having Caroline on the phone making all that more hot and taboo. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning louder, from fucking him harder. She wanted to show her what good sex sounded like.

“Hang up if you don’t like it! Or are you enjoying it, hmm? Bet you wanna fuck me too, don’t you, princess?” Y/N chuckled mischievously. She knew she was hot, knew she could get any guy or girl she wanted. “Want me to fuck you right in front of him? Bet I could make you scream for me too.” Y/N could tell even Harry was going wild at that thought. She was so horny, felt like she could go all day long. Her entire body was buzzing, fucking Harry like a wild rabbit. Her moans were erotic, whiny and full of pleasure. Y/N felt like she would explode right then and there, the coil in her stomach tightening till she was on the very edge.

In his eyes, Y/N was a temptress. A crazy, beautiful, plotting little slut, and Harry loved it. He couldn’t believe this was happening and how good it was to actually be doing this fucked up shit but Y/N was all for it. He felt a bit rabid himself, flipping them over so he had control again. His fucks were hard and fast and the sounds were erotic, Y/N letting out whiny little ‘Uh’s’ and ‘fuck me’s and ‘daddy!’ Over and over again. She was clinging to him in a different way than last night.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He leaned down and muttered some more filth. “Getting off while my ex is on the phone, showing her who owns my cock now, hm? Being so filthy and dirty, I love it baby. My precious little slut, make a mess. Gonna fuck you every day.” He promised. He didn’t care if she could hear it, he wanted Y/N to know that he was going to put her pleasure on the forefront. “Better pussy, better mouth, better moans... the perfect woman.”

“Oh fuuuuuck!” Y/N whined as she came, she screamed so loud she was sure the entire hotel had heard her. The fact that Caroline still hadn’t hung up? That was the kicker, she wasn’t sure why the girl was doing this to herself, but it was all more exciting for Y/N as she made a mess all over Harry’s cock. She was shaking in pleasure, clawing down Harry’s back. She was positive he had never had sex like this before, Y/N would show him a whole new world in that respect. “Cum for me daddy, fill me up, fuck—” Y/N would gladly have his child if she wasn’t on birth control. Y/N bit at his neck, left a mark right on his collarbone that was a deep purple color. She didn’t want one on his neck, he had to be an appropriate business man. Once he officially got her father’s job, she’d be able to make him up all she wanted.

The bite triggered his orgasm, the sharp pain making him gasp and shake slightly as he grunted, filling her up quickly. He groaned, burying his face in her neck one she let go of his skin, panting. At the squawking on the phone, he hung it up and panted.

“Holy fucking shit.” He hissed. “That was so hot, baby.” He couldn’t get over it. It had gotten him off beyond his dreams to see Y/N take control and be a bitch to her. It was hot, it was new, and he loved it. “You’re unbelievable.” He peppered her in kisses, feeling them both coming down from their orgasms. “Good fucking morning, baby.” Is this how life with her would be? Exciting, hot morning sex? Kinky and taboo shit? He didn’t know she had that in her, that people liked that outside of online forums he went on.

“Good morning, daddy.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his lips and smiling against them. “Hopefully she won’t bother us again, hmm?” Y/N smirked, “but if she wants me to fuck her too, then I guess I will.” She hummed, pushing Harry’s hair back. They were all sweaty now, hot and sticky from the sex. “Wanna take a shower? Can order some breakfast and chill out till your meeting.” She offered, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Want me to come with you?“ She wasn’t a stranger to going to business meetings, usually they were with her father but she could go with Harry too. “I don’t mind staying here, have some business to attend to anyway..” Y/N didn’t mind either way, she’d meet him out for dinner later anyway. Also had some sexy lingerie to wear as well.

“Hm... whichever you’d like. If you’re busy, it’s okay. I just... don’t really feel like letting you go.” He admitted. Harry was never clingy in past relationships. Touchy, sure. But he felt clingy and needy with Y/N in ways he hadn’t before. This truly was a whole new thing for him. “Let’s shower though.” He picked her up and heard her giggles as he held her to his body, walking to the luxury shower. She was only placed down once he got to the counter because he was sure her legs were still a bit wobbly. “I like being around you.” He looked past her and into the mirror, smirking when he saw the mark. “Ah. Marking your territory?” He chuckled as his finger poked gently at the darkening mark. She had made quite a pretty, dark mark and he was proud of it. When they weren’t in business he would be sure to show it off.

“I’d be happy to go with you, but I don’t want to distract you.” Y/N giggled, “but I’ll meet you for dinner after, yeah? Made reservations at this nice place.” She winked, feeling like that too could be fun. Y/N liked to keep things exciting in her relationships, the men she’d previously been with called her a whore for it. At the time she thought they meant it in a loving way, but they didn’t. “Yeah, of course.” She said with a small hum. “Broke up with her properly now, yeah? So... you’re mine.. but you’ve always been mine.” Y/N said as a matter of factly. She was like a lioness, she had stalked her prey and she had him in her clutches now. “We’re unstoppable, you know that?” She asked, wanting to see if he knew that. “Got the whole world under our fingertips... know you just met me, but I can give you the whole world and more. I want to give that to you.”

“I want to show you a lot. Show you how a real man treats a woman.” He knew Y/N hadn’t been treated right. She needed to be worshipped. To be given love and affection. Properly. “You deserve a lot more than you’ve gotten and I know that it may seem odd at first but I want you to be happy and feel confident and beautiful with me.” He didn’t want anything more than he wanted her to feel good. “I’m happy just to have you. The world is nice but having it means nothing without someone to share with. I know that now.” He felt good just sitting here with her as the shower warmed up. Kissing her soft mouth, he picked her up again and brought her into the shower as the mirrors got foggy. “You are a bit of a distraction, I can admit. Want to eat you alive.”

“You’re too sweet.” She told him and pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before he brought her into the shower. It was there that she got her hair all wet and let him do the same before going to shampoo his hair. “At least I know I am.” Y/N giggled, massaging his scalp a bit. “Can go to the meeting and I’ll stay back to do some work. Then I’ll send a car to come get you and bring you to the restaurant for dinner. I’ll meet you there.” Of course, she didn’t tell him that they��d be eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower, that was the surprise. Y/N was excited, she had a nice dress all sorted out. It was going to be incredible. “We’re going to have the most amazing time here, I just know it. Don’t ever want to go back. Just want to be here with you forever.” She sighed though she knew they really did have to go back. New York had its perks and if she was going to be there with him? She had no problem with that. “Can come around to mine when we get back, yeah? Can bring Oliver over and stay for a bit if you’d like? I have lots of space.”

“Yeah? I’d like to do that. He’s never left the apartment so he might do well with that.” He wondered. This was unreal. The fact they were discussing how to spend time together at home. It was real. “We can come back, I’m sure. I think we’ll have to go check up on investments. At least in the next 4 months.” He murmured, letting her wash the shampoo out of his hair. He liked providing for her, making her warm and soft and vulnerable around him. That was something he knew she would enjoy, the fact that he was tender with her heart. “I’d like you to come over to my place too. See it. It’s not big, but it’s cozy. I think there’s some things you’d like too.” He was hoping that she would like his home. It was something that he wanted her to like because it was his style.

She hummed, turning so he could return the favor and shampoo her hair. It was really nice to just care for and be taken care of. Normal people had this, small things like this. It meant the world to her and he didn’t even know. Just simple signs of affection that she’d missed on after all these years. He’d be able to provide for her.

“I’d love to come over. You live in Brooklyn, yeah?” Y/N remembered from when she sent over the guy with the suits. “I always imagined you living there anyway.” She smiled softly, humming as his fingers worked through her hair. “It’ll be nice to be home again though... cause this time I’ll have something to look forward to.” She really did mean it when she said that. Her life was full of events, meetings, and appointments. She never really got downtime to enjoy herself, she was always trying to impress and show off so she could get some attention. Now she had Harry. “I’m just really happy you’re finally mine...” She whispered.

“Baby...” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her. The truthfulness in her tone, the fact that she was honestly so eager to have him? She had wanted him for a while and now she had him and was happy about it. It made her happy, he made her happy! “I am. And you’re mine.” He smiled widely. “Gonna be good together, yeah? Gonna teach each other a lot and learn. I’ll make you feel like a princess.” Because she was. A precious princess. Not just because of the money but because she was a genuine soul. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I can’t imagine being more proud to be someone’s. I’ve been unhappy and lonely for quite a while and now I feel.... full?” He admitted. “Happy. Like there isn’t this weight on my shoulders or a hole in my chest.”

“Been waiting a long time for someone to love up on... and you make it so easy, just want to give you everything all the time.” She really felt like she couldn’t do enough to express how she felt. “You deserve to feel happy and full, I’m glad I can do that for you... you certainly do that for me.” Y/N wasn’t sentimental often, but she felt like they needed to share this honest moment. “Can always come and talk to me about anything... literally, anytime. You have my heart.” That much was true. In the three weeks that she’s known him she’d seen the way he interacted with others, the way he so kindly and firmly denied her and didn’t make her feel like shit about it, the way her father respected him. Even talking to him about small things he liked, joking with him, it was all the little things that made her fall for him. Getting to fully express herself now with no boundaries? It made her happy.

“Me as well, darling. I know... well, it seems as though you don’t have a ton of people to open up to fully. And I want to be that person for you. Want you to always come to me with your feelings because I want to understand them. Understand you. Okay?” He questioned. “I just feel like there’s bits of you that haven’t been able to fully come out or be expressed and I want you to feel free and happy with me. Always. Want you to be yourself, feel at home with me.” He explained. Y/N needed someone to nurture her. “I won’t judge you. I made the mistake in the past to think I knew what type of man you wanted but I was wrong. I think I’m good for you. I think I can show you how it is to be truly appreciated and cared for. It’s something I think you’ll love.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to hear, she’d been searching for it forever and now she finally had it. Y/N would certainly go on to tell him things that have happened to her in the past, help him understand why she is the way she is. Not all at once, she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“There are definitely things I’ve never really had before, I’ve had my fair share of shit exes... I’ll come around to tell you about them but.. I know you’ll be good for me..I’ll love it...” Y/N hummed as she went to rinse her hair, taking the loofa and starting to lather him up. “It’ll be nice for you to learn about my world and vice versa... especially if you’re going to be a big part of the company.” Y/N would show him the ropes of the luxury lifestyle, lord knows it can be intimidating. She knew she could be a spoiled brat too, if it would be good for him to bring her down to earth.

Once they were out, they dried off and wrapped themselves up in robes and ordered breakfast which was more of a lunch now. They’d both have to get ready to leave soon. Harry pouted, not wanting to go. He wanted to spend more time with Y/N and he would— but he had to do this meeting first. He wasn’t worried about it but he was more worried about how long it would take.

“I don’t want to.” He murmured into her neck. He had changed into his suit and she was sitting on the kitchenette counter, feeding him strawberries and fixing his hair. He hid his face in her when she said he should probably head downstairs to get a car. “Feel like a clingy teenager but... we just decided to be together and now I’ve got to go see someone else? And try to focus on things that aren’t you?” He grumbled, not wanting to leave her touch. “Sounds like bullshit to me.” His huff seemed to make her laugh but he was being serious.

“Awe baby.” Y/N cooed, her hand gently petting at his hair. She really did feel a little tear in her heart because she also didn’t want him to leave but she knew she’d be reunited with him soon. “‘s okay, only a few hours till dinner yeah? You look so handsome too, gonna show off to everyone.” Y/N complimented, knowing she’d be very proud to have a man like Harry I’m her arm. “You’ll do great.” Y/N kissed him sweetly, “bye baby, text me when you’re done.” She cooed walking him out with one more lingering kiss before she went to get ready for her meeting. Y/N threw on some high waisted jeans and a button up and some light makeup, putting on sunglasses and sneakers and heading out the door. She was going to visit her fashion friends, they had wanted to see her to discuss fashion week plans and of course, they wanted to give her some things. Y/N was excited to get some things for Harry and of course, lingerie.

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The meeting was boring. He was easily able to sweet talk them, the clients being heavily impressed when he switched to French when they started speaking among themselves about how to get the best deal out of him. He had been a bit ruthless in it, and it was fun but... he missed Y/N.

‘Hi darling. This is very boring. I miss you xx’

He knew she would laugh at his text but it was true. He missed her terribly! It was odd to not have her slender hand on his arm or her warm laugh or be able to look over and see encouraging hazel eyes. He missed those a lot. It was also odd because he knew that this was a brand new feeling. A new emotion. How strongly she felt with him, how he wanted her around a lot now and was able to express it... it made him think a lot. He could be happy now, with her. and knowing he was basically guaranteed the job helped too.

Y/N was having loads of fun, unlike Harry. She had met up with her friends and had a nice laugh with them, looked over all the designs that they were starting for fashion week and got to pick out some pieces to take home. She might have gone overboard, but she didn’t really care. It was all for a good cause, Harry. Just as she thought of him her phone buzzed and she chuckled, shaking her head at the message.

‘I’m sorry baby ): I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though xx’

She would in fact see him soon. Y/N checked the time and realized she needed to rush home to get ready. Y/N threw the bags all over the living room, tons of them going everywhere but she had stuff to do. She had to shave her legs and moisturize, had to make sure her hair and makeup looked great, and of course the dress. She couldn’t forget about that. Luckily, she had finished right on time and got a text from Harry saying he was on his way to dinner right as she hopped in the car. Perfect.

Harry was in need of some Y/N time. Some TLC from her would be lovely. All he needed was her. The exhausting meeting had drained him a bit but the prospect of seeing Y/N and going for a romantic dinner, spending time just with his new lover? It revitalized him. A happy sigh left him as he got out of the car, but a bit confused considering he was right at the tower. Were they walking to the restaurant? A picnic? Either would be fine but he was confused until he felt a hand wrap around his arm.

“Baby.” He smiled, though it fell more to an awe inspiring look when he saw her. She was dressed in a gorgeous down— red and sparkly and a slit in the leg, clinging to curves he wanted to nibble on. Definitely not a picnic. “Fuck, you look incredible.” He murmured, placing his hands on her waist. “Wow. You really... look gorgeous. I love this.”

Y/N was nervously excited, getting out of the car and seeing all these people look at her as if she was a movie star. She was in her own right, but seeing Harry pull up looking all confused made her heart flutter. She really had missed him today and if that said anything about their relationship, it was that it would prosper. She was confident in them. When she saw his reaction, butterflies filled her stomach, a giggling coming from her.

“Thank you, baby.” She cooed, going to cup his cheek and place a sweet kiss to his lips. “Missed you.” She mumbled against them, hearing a phone click from beside them. Y/N pulled back and smiled, seeing a young girl taking photos of them.

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful, thought you’d like to keep this moment.” The girl said in french, causing Y/N to smile even wider. “Thank you so much... um here—“ She reached her hand out so she could send it to herself. Y/N thanked her again and went back to Harry, taking his hand and leading him to the elevator that would take them to the top.

“Wait— where are we going?” He asked, confused. He wasn’t angry or upset. No— he was confused but thankful for the little trip. Maybe they’d go up and see what was up there? He was a bit uncultured in the fact he didn’t know much about the tower besides that it was beautiful. What was in there, he didn’t know. All he knew was that there was a viewing deck or something. Y/N looked like the kitten who got the cream, watching her pull him into the elevator as his brows furrowed. What the hell was this pretty little thing up to? That’s what he was curious about. “Are we going up for the view before we go to eat?” He asked. Instead he was shut up with a kiss once the elevator door closed, making him hum. A thankful and necessary thing, because he had missed her mouth all day. “Mm. Well... hello there.” He laughed when he felt her pull apart.

It was cute really, how he didn’t know there was a restaurant up there. Y/N really felt her stomach go when they were kissing in the elevator though, feeling like this was probably the most romantic thing she could ever pull off. Her heart was going crazy.

“Hi.” She giggled, feeling the elevator come to a stop. “We’re here.” Y/N stepped out, being greeted by the host who already recognized her. She was more so focused on the look on Harry’s face once he realized where they actually were. The host led them to a table that was right by the window, looking out at all of Paris. What he didn’t know was that the restaurant was also an observation deck, meaning it slowly spun around. Y/N took a seat, still smirking at how shocked Harry had looked.

“Taadaaa!” She giggled, feeling very proud of herself for being able to pull this off. “Pour toi mon amour” For you, my darling. She said, her heart fluttering as she reached out for his hand from across the table.

He raised a brow. He didn’t know there was a place up here to eat. It must be a huge money maker and absolutely not cheap— wow. He was so confused on how he had ended up here in life but he couldn’t complain. Not now. He had the best woman and the best job.

“C'est beau. Je ne savais pas où se trouvait un restaurant ici, mon amour.” It is beautiful. I didn’t know where a restaurant was up here, my love. He spoke back in perfect French. The shock on her face was comical. She didn’t know he spoke French and to be honest, it had been a bit entertaining to leave her in the dark about it. He loved how she was finally taken aback at something he did.

“What?” He smirked. “You aren’t the only one who knows French. You just assume.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed at it a few times. “I appreciate it though, Y/N. You are my blessing.”

“So... you heard what I said yesterday then?” She asked, raising a brow at him. She did in fact call him her boyfriend to a friend yesterday, not that it wasn’t true now. Nonetheless, she felt really happy to be able to do all of this for him. “I’m so glad you like it. Thought it’d be nice to surprise you, have a nice romantic dinner... originally I thought this would be what really got you, but you were a day early.” Y/N teased, allowing her leg to rub against his under the table. “There’s a set menu here, so you don’t really have to order anything. Just have to pick between steak, fish, or veg for your main. It’s delicious, all the food here.” She explained, knowing he’s probably never been to a Michelin Star restaurant before.

“Ah, okay. But yeah... I love it here. I couldn’t help it yesterday and I surely didn’t hear you complaining the rest of the night.” His smirk was very smug, and he knew she was rolling her eyes a bit but it was true! She hasn’t complained because it was good. What they both had wanted. “I heard. I wasn’t going to call you out in front of your friend and embarrass you, sweetheart. Besides... I liked how it sounded and I knew my own feelings, I knew I’d give in soon. I knew on the plane. So I let it be.” He explained. He loved how it sounded. “And you seemed to be proud to say I was your boyfriend so... it made me feel really nice. Solidified it for me.”

Y/N treated him unlike any other woman. With respect and care and she remembered things about him and treated him to things without wanting anything in return. Besides his affection, of course. She was calling to him for weeks and he finally gave in. Now they were on a date on top of the tower.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Y/N smiled, “I was really proud of it. I am proud of it...” She spoke realizing they never really solidified it. They’d just said that they were each other’s but never really spoke about a label, maybe it was a given, but she just wanted to be sure. “So... you like it then? Me calling you my boyfriend?” She asked, eyes locked on his. “This is our official first date then, hmm?” She smirked, feeling like no one would be able to top this. A first date in France, at the top of the Eiffel tower? It couldn’t get any better. Y/N thanked the waiter for bringing over their first glass of wine and the cheese board. A starter.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. They give you a glass of wine with every course, they pair it best to the food.” She didn’t realize that some things he didn’t just know. It was a privilege check for her. “But, how was the meeting, baby? Boring?” Y/N asked, wanting to genuinely know about how it went.

“I did like it. Quite a bit. It was another thing that made me realize that if you wanted me like that, I should let you. And then you stayed a distance, naughty little thing.” He snickered. Y/N had tested him time and time again but the one time he had wanted her to, she hadn’t. It was definitely something. “I suppose this is the first one... what a date this is then.” He murmured, looking around again. His first date with Y/N at the top of the Eiffel Tower? It was appropriate though. “It’s fitting. You’re a princess, deserve the world. We definitely have come into each other’s lives in a whirlwind.” He didn’t regret a thing though. Not at all. “I’ve never been to a more boring meeting in my life. Perhaps it was because I was away from you but... they didn’t realize I spoke French, tried to talk about conning the prices a bit, so I spoke back to them and asked them if they’d rather discuss business in their language. Scared them. Got the deal down so we make more.” He shrugged. Harry was good at his job. His charm won people over very quickly.

Y/N felt really proud of her man, glad that she could properly call him her man now. He had once again proven himself to be an excellent employee and her father would be really happy to hear that he was doing so well.

“Good job, daddy.” She cooed, switching up the pet name on him because hearing him talk about work turned her on. It was weird. She was always attracted to ambitious people, mainly because she was one, but also because she had only ever known people who were like that. Her mom and dad, her exes, all her friends. Everyone was business savvy and of course having a partner who was the same felt good. “Think this will be good for you, it will definitely impress my father. Has he checked up on you yet?”

Her father was an intimidating man. He only really cared about money and his company. Y/N learned that the hard way when she was very young, he never came to her recitals or her parent teacher nights. She didn’t even get to go to her father daughter dance because he was away doing business in Dubai. The fact that he trusted Harry so much so quickly did hurt, but it made her feel good to know her father at least cared about her man.

“We are having a call tomorrow, to talk about the upcoming meeting on Wednesday.” He hummed. “Emailed me and asked if we could speak but I said we were going to dinner... in the email back he said that was lovely and to put it on the company card so.” He chuckled. It was no secret that her father wanted Y/N and Harry together. He often pushed him towards her, like this trip. Why, he wasn’t sure. Maybe he trusted Y/N with him? Or wanted her with someone in the company? Harry wasn’t positive on why or how but he was happy he didn’t have to deal with a cranky potential father in law.

He noticed she didn’t talk much about her parents or seemed to be indifferent about them. He had a feeling that she probably didn’t get the most attention from them growing up, seeing as how business oriented her father was, but he wasn’t sure.

“Really? Wow.” Y/N chuckled, not surprised at all but part of her hoped that she would be. “He really likes you...” She shook her head a little bit and took another piece of cheese into her mouth, sipping on her wine. She needed to get some of the edge off, she hated thinking about her father like this especially when she was with Harry. She knew he’d bring it up later, but right now they were just having a good time. “So, your family... do they still live in England?” Y/N asked curiously, wanting to know more about them. “Your mom and your sister?” She remembered him saying that a few days ago and wanted to again show him that she was listening. Y/N wanted to know all that she could about his childhood, it was probably much brighter than hers.

Maybe it would sound silly to him but she was jealous that he got to have a normal life. Y/N would have much rather grown up with a normal life and earned her wealth, but she couldn’t be too picky, she was grateful for what she had. It just hurt thinking about how fucked up her upbringing was.

“Yeah, my mum, step dad and sister.” He smiled widely. “They’re great. All still living there. Uh, my mum lives in Cheshire still but my sister moved out to London. She’s engaged now.” He loved them and missed them so much. It did take a toll sometimes. “I go back for Christmas this year. I’m happy to see them all and spend time back there. I miss her cats. M’gonna take Oliver to go and see them too.” He was obviously fond of his family. It was a big deal to him. He was a family man and wanted one of his own, sooner or later. “I grew up there and know all the cool places. I’ll take you one day.” He was being ambitious by saying that but he was hopeful that she would perhaps want to be around him for a long while.

“Awe, that’s so nice. You’ll definitely get a nice few weeks off over Christmas... the office sort of shuts down, the few weeks leading up to it are hell.” Y/N knew the stress her dad went through because he’d always take it out by yelling at her mom or her. “I’d love to go... I really love London, but I haven’t been to Cheshire.” Y/N said with a small smile, knowing she was essentially saying she’d be down to meet his family if that’s something he wanted to do with her. “What are their names?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure she knew she whenever he talked to them and she was around she could properly say hello. Y/N was having a genuinely nice time with him, looking out the window and realizing exactly where they were. It made her get all giddy and emotional. Her exes would never do stuff like this with her. The last time she traveled with an ex things went horribly wrong, she even had scars to prove it.

“Anne is my mum, Gemma is my sister.” Harry was happy that she asked. That she genuinely cared about what he had to say and wanted to listen to him speak, even if it was about mundane things Like his family. “London is lovely. It’s where I thought I’d end up but things changed and I got to go to New York. It’s a good thing.” He wouldn’t have met Y/N otherwise. Or at least, not as soon. That was a sad thought. He was happy to have her now. “They’ll like you. When you act like you and don’t get bratty, of course.” He was teasing her, but also true. She wouldn’t act like that around his family though and he was fairly confident that they’d get along well. “You’re a strong woman, don’t take anyone’s shit. Just like them. They’ll be happy I ended up with someone like you.”

Anne and Gemma. Y/N would remember that. Seeing the smile on his face when he talked about them let her know just how important they were, she hoped that he would have the same smile on his face when talking about her to them. Whenever that time came around.

“They know you’re here then?” Y/N raised her brow a bit. “Wish I would have known, could have made a pitstop in London on the way back but... next time.” She would plan something for them for sure. If he was such a family man it must kill him to be away from them, surely if he was saving up, he couldn’t just drop money and see them whenever he wanted. She could help with that. Y/N felt herself light up when he said that they’d like her.

“Really?” She cooed, “awe... I hope so. I mean, you mean so much to me already. I really hope they do.” She wanted him to know that she cared what his family thought of her. Obviously being from the background she had made her a little nervous, she knew people judged her based on how she looked and acted, hopefully his family didn’t. She was hoping Harry wouldn’t ask about her family because it would really just be sad. She didn’t want to damper the mood of their meal with that.

He could tell her family was a sore spot so he didn’t ask. Instead he moved the conversation on to her favorite places to travel and how she liked to come here often because of her fashion friends. What she liked doing in her free time. They had jumped into a relationship a bit fast however he knew that this would work. His belly always told him to go for her and he had ignored that want for weeks until now, when he finally felt happy enough and excited enough to do it. Y/N was what the man had been hoping for in a romantic partner.

There were sparks even now. Just sitting and her leg tangled with his under the table. She looked beautiful and he knew that he wanted to really try for this. For them. See how it would work. Maybe it could be difficult because it was obvious she had been mistreated but... he wanted to help stitch up some of those wounds.

The dinner was lovely. Everything about it was wonderful. Harry had put the dinner on the company card as her father had insisted, a smile forming on her face as she watched him hand the credit card to the waiter. It must have felt nice for him to pay for a dinner like that, for the people who saw to know he had taken his girl out. Y/N wanted him to feel like that all the time with her. The drive back was lovely as well, both of them buzzing off of the wine, getting a little handsy.

“You smell so good...” Y/N muttered, planting kisses over his neck and loosening his tie. It was when they arrived at the hotel room that Y/N remembered the bags of clothing that were scattered all over the place when she left. “I have to warn you before we go in there... please don’t judge me.” She spoke, giving him wide innocent eyes. Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights and feeling her face flush when she saw Harry’s face. “You said you wouldn’t judge!!” Y/N whined, a pout coming onto her face. “I didn’t buy it!”

It looked like hundreds of shopping bags were on the floor. Names like Dior, Hermes, Balenciaga, Saint Laurent, Givenchy, all the designers were scattered in the living room area.

“Baby— what the hell?” He asked with wide eyes. “How on earth did you manage this? I wasn’t gone for that long.” He was shocked. All these designer things. “Wait— didn’t pay? How is it here then, did you steal it?” His face screwed up in question. “You’re so crazy, Y/N. Jesus. How did you cover this much in so little time?” It had to have been 4 hours tops if she left when he did. He was in awe of how much shopping this truly was. Was this her daily life? He hoped he got the job because then he would be able to foot this shopping bill. To inherit the company meant near billions.

“No! Oh my god!” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing when he asked her if she stole it. She shook her head, cupping his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was so cute, so endearing sometimes it hurt her little heart. “They’re gifts.” She started, “I’m a designer, I have designer friends.” Y/N giggled, “besides. They’re not all for me.” She went and picked out all the bags she knew for a fact were his, bringing them over to the little couch while she put all of hers on the other. She’d brought him a bunch of shoes, rings, sunglasses, shirts, pants, jackets— you name it. “If some of the rings or clothes don’t fit, just let me know, I can get them exchanged.”

In comparison, she had gotten more things for him than for herself. Especially when you factor in all the lingerie that she had. Y/N smirked to herself, turning around and biting her lip. He was too busy looking through stuff so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and change into one of the things she’d gotten.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he looked at the amount of shit in front of him. Y/N had gotten stuff for him to? He wanted to feel guilty but she said it was free. She wasn’t a liar, and he wouldn’t put it past her to have these types of connections but it was crazy. How did life work like this? He had gone on a date at the Eiffel Tower and came back to designer clothes that his lover has gotten for free. How was he so lucky to live like this now? He was unsure but what he did know was that Y/N gave him a lot of emotions he didn’t normally have.

“Babe? Where did you go?” He called. She had ran off to the bedroom and he only looked through one bag before getting overwhelmed. There were tens of thousands of dollars of things in it. And he wasn’t exaggerating. A four thousand dollar sweater? two thousand dollar slippers? People spent their real money on it? It amazed him.

Y/N had slipped into a little yellow number, deciding she’d show off one of the pieces she got. It didn’t take long, she was able to strip out of her dress and pull the lingerie on, keeping on the heels for dramatic effect. She made her way back out to the living room, observing him as she leaned against the door frame.

“Find anything you like?” She spoke in a gentle unsuspecting tone. Y/N was just waiting for him to turn around. She was definitely pulling all the stops, each and everyday she just topped the other and she didn’t know how she could keep this up but she sure as hell would. Maybe it’s because she had been deprived of having someone who would appreciate these things that she was doing them all at once. Her exes would have simply expected her to wear stuff like this all the time and ask her to get on her knees.

“Yeah, a few things.” He murmured, turning to look at her. And when he did— fuck. God damn. Today was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be. “I see something in particular now.” He leaned back against the couch, taking her in. Beautiful yellow lingerie, lacy, obviously expensive. And heels. He loved those heels. She looked like a woman. Long legs, curves, tits, lips. All of it. She was the most beautiful in the world and no one could convince him otherwise. “Why don’t you come closer so I can see, darling?” He murmured, gesturing her over with a finger. He wanted to have a good look at her and see what she had put on just for him. He was obviously appreciative, with his eyes eating her up. No one had ever dressed up like this for him and to be honest, it was one of the most arousing things. She had gotten this with him in mind?

Y/N wasn’t expecting anything crazy, they’d had incredible sex this morning so she wouldn’t be greedy. She had simply put on the outfit because well... she wanted to. She knew he would like it. Of course the look on his face and his darkening eyes made her heart flutter. He just knew exactly what to do and what to say. She’d never been so excited to please, to be around someone, it was so thrilling and new. Y/N walked over to him and did a little spin, making sure he took all of it in.

“Got a bunch of other stuff in the bags...” She spoke, deciding she’d wouldn’t give in and sit in his lap unless he pulled her there. “Got plenty more at home too..” Y/N hummed, “one in every color, you’ll see them all.” She had decided she’d make it a little game for the two of them. It could be like a collectible thing. Collect all the panties of the Rainbow.

“That's wonderful... I’ll be excited to see them all on you.” Harry smirked. Jesus. “But you expect me not to feel a certain type of way when you come out here, looking as sexy as sin... baby, you’re gravely mistaken.” He chuckled. Oh, his Y/N. He grabbed behind her thighs, pulling her to his lap. She squealed but he just laughed, shaking his head as he got her straddled on his lap. Properly. “There we are. S’where you belong.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to feel the lace. It was soft, not scratchy like he had felt on women before. Then again, Y/N was no normal woman. She was classy and a step above anything he had experienced before. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He spoke clearly, fondness in his tone. “Genuinely can’t understand how you decided to want me.”

“You’re far too sweet to me...” Y/N smiled at his words, knowing that he genuinely meant that? She couldn’t fathom someone actually thinking so. Y/N’s hands moved to his chest, moving to unbutton his shirt so she could have her hands on his bare skin. Her cheeks were flushed, that familiar feeling of giddiness returning. “Think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, in fact, I know so...” She hummed, loosening his tie. “From the moment I saw you.” Y/N was riding on cloud 9, she felt like she had her life together, had plans for once. Harry was perfect in her eyes, the perfect man, how could she ever want more? Y/N leaned forward to kiss him, keeping her hands firm against his chest. She could totally see herself falling in love with him. Very quickly actually, especially if he kept this up. When they got back to New York she hoped things stayed like this, hoped she could still see him all the time and be able to kiss him whenever she wanted.

This girl needed his attention. Y/N was special and not many men could handle her or what she meant but Harry had a good feeling that he could. That her emotions could be the thing to even him out. They would be learning from each other. Kissing her felt like a familiar to him now. Perfectly timed and made his body wake up. She was giving him the most comfort in a single action and he was going to appreciate that.

“Mm... not nearly as sweet as you deserve, baby. I’m happy that you’re mine. I get to show you what you deserve and give you the affection I know you need.” His hands rested on her hips, the warm skin burning his fingertips in the best way.

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her head on his shoulder, her nose pressed up against the soft skin of his neck. She sat there in his lap for a good while, just listening to him breathing and enjoying his company. Even this felt nice, just touching him and living in the moment. Time felt like it was slowed down with him.

“Harry... can I ask you something?” Y/N asked quietly, her fingers still tracing circles on his back. “When we go back to New York... will things be different?” She really wanted to know where he stood. “Between us...” They had gotten into this relationship pretty quickly, there were still a ton of loose ends. Caroline would definitely want to talk to him in person, her father would probably think he can control her and Harry more by using each other to plot against the other. Her mother would have some choice words about her being with someone of lower class. There were all these things they’d have to deal with and she didn’t think she was worth that hassle.

“I mean... yes. They will, because New York is home. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Or how I’ll treat you. You’re mine and that means I can take care of you.” He assured her. “Obstacles are normal in relationships. There will be curve balls but it’s only to strengthen us. You are going to lose me. I’m here for a long haul, okay?” He could tell she was worried. He was a little bit too but it was just normal nerves of a new relationship. “It’ll also change in good ways. You meeting Oliver, going out to meet each other’s friends. Sleepovers and more dates and getting to know one another better. You can visit me at work... it’ll be good.”

“Promise?”

She knew that what he was saying was true, she trusted him a whole lot, but she still worried. Y/N had previous relationships that all seemed perfect at the start but ended terribly, between the cheating and then saying she was too much to handle, she felt like she had a lot of making up to do. If things stayed like this she would be okay. If she could continue pulling out all the stops to make sure he was still interested, maybe this would work out well. She knew Harry was special, knew he was different and perfect and she didn’t want to let him go. She wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that. Y/N pulled her head back out from his neck and cupped his cheek. She felt really grateful for him, truly. She didn’t want to over or under do it. Hopefully he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

“Thank you for being you..” Y/N spoke calmly, giving him a gentle smile. “Let’s get ready for bed yeah?”

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Y/N had gone out to get a surprise breakfast for them the next morning, kissing him awake and telling him that she was going to be about an hour. He took that time to shower and get dressed, and take the call from her father.

“Hello, Sir. Good morning.” He greeted as he picked up.

“Harry! My boy. How did last night go? How is my daughter?” He said it in a tone that had him furrowing his brows. He didn’t exactly like it because it was quite suggestive. Yes, he had made love to Y/N again, slow and tender and loving to ease her worries and his own. It had worked. But that wasn’t for her father's ears.

“She’s doing well. We are going to eat some breakfast soon. Then I’ll head off to the meeting. I’m not sure if she wants to tag along or see her fashion friends, but we’ll meet up again for dinner if that’s the case. How is business over there?” He figured it would be polite to ask

“Oh no,” Her father chuckled, “I’m sure she’s doing, well now, huh?” Her father was of course insinuating that he knew Harry had slept with his daughter. He knew how persistent she was and how badly she’d wanted Harry, so of course he knew that they’d already gotten down to it. “Good. Heard good news yesterday, and was very happy to hear it. Make sure you bring my little princess along to the meeting, they’ve got a wandering eye so... she’ll keep them focused.” He chuckled again, “could use a little eye candy, I’m sure.”

Her father had always been this way about Y/N. She wasn’t fit enough to inherit the company in his eyes, but she at least helped him get business deals. Ever since she was around 16, he’d bring her around. Maybe even before then. Y/N always thought it was because he was proud of her... just, not in that way. She still thought that was why she was allowed around the office.

“Business here is good. Buildings are coming along great down here, reckon I’ll have you come down here and help hire.” Harry really was becoming his right hand man. He really did trust him.

It made Harry feel ill. The fact that her father saw Y/N as someone to help sweeten a deal... of course she was worried about him really thinking she was beautiful without makeup. She was probably groomed to be a bit of eye candy for men. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He would go by himself and she would meet with fashion friends because he wasn’t going to use her like that. Not like everyone else did. Not on his watch.

“Ah, yes. I’ll help hire when I’m back.” He wouldn’t mind that. He didn’t like how Y/N was used as a bit of a prop though. It made him feel gross. Y/N was worth more than tits and ass for grody businessmen who were married for years to gawk at. “I’m sure it’ll go great. We won’t have any issues.”

“Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your trip.” Her father spoke, letting Harry go off and handle business. Truth be told, her father saw a lot of himself within Harry. He could see that over time he could grow to be an incredible CEO and he was so glad to have his hands on him. Harry has the ambition and the drive, the hunger that came with being from a lower class family. Harry was a provider and he knew that.

Y/N knew he had just gotten off the phone with her father, skipping into the living room and smiling to see the breakfast set up outside for them. She immediately went to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing one glossy lipped kiss to his lips. Y/N has stopped wearing as much makeup, letting her skin be the focal point and simply wearing some type of lip and eye makeup. Harry made her feel the most beautiful when she looked like that.

“Was that my dad?” She asked, going to adjust his suit. “Should try going without a tie, hmm? The little unbuttoned look...” Y/N went to go give it a try. “Can tie me up with this later...” she mumbled as she threw the tie to the side. She took a step back to look at his new look and nodded, “remind me to get you a Rolex.”

“Yeah... Just was filling me in on some stuff.” He murmured, letting her fuss with his clothes. He didn’t care. The one he wanted to look good for was Y/N anyways. “A Rolex? Baby... those are over ten grand, for a cheap one. No.” He chuckled. He was okay with her getting smaller gifts but the idea of her getting such an expensive gift made him nervous. He didn’t know how to equally reciprocate. “What are your plans for today, angel? Who are you seeing while I’m at the meeting?” They hadn’t solidified her coming with him so he was hoping she could have alternate plans. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go— he did. But he refused to subject her to being a piece of eye candy for creeps.

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding she’d just get one for him for Christmas or something special like a promotion. Maybe they could go to Amsterdam and he could pick one out himself? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard him start to ask about what she was doing while he was at the meeting.

“What do you mean, I thought I was going with you?” Y/N looked at him with her brows furrowed, confused because she really hadn’t had any solid plans for today. She was just going to go to the meeting with him and then to a nice, but more laid back restaurant. Y/N frowned before he even had the chance to say anything, knowing her father probably had something to do with this. “Did my father say something to you?” She asked and swallowed thickly, “or do you just not want me to go?” Y/N didn’t realize she was overreacting, she didn’t quite grasp the concept well. Abandonment wasn’t really her thing.

“No— no, baby.” Harry furrowed his brows and cupped her cheeks. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her to go! That wasn’t it at all. Of course he did, but he also didn’t know what to do when it came to this. He wanted her but he wanted her safe. “I just... I kept thinking about you last night. How pretty you looked. How incredible you felt. I was distracted half the morning thinking about it. It you’re next to me and I have to sit next to you and know you’re there and wearing such pretty panties, I’m gonna be off my game.” He explained. It wasn’t a lie, either. He would be very distracted thinking about her next to him. Also distracted, worried about her safety. That was a big one as well. “I want you to come but I know that I’ll have problems behaving.” He kissed her forehead, making sure she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. “Okay, angel?”

“Okay, I understand... it is important.” Y/N softened once he explained his reasoning, deciding that that was a solid reason for her not to go with him. She moved her hands to his wrists, smoothing her thumbs over the skin. Y/N should have known that’s why he suggested it, she shouldn’t assume he didn’t want her around. Being insecure wasn’t attractive, many men had told her that. “I’ll um... I’ll see what I can do.” Y/N spoke, opening up her phone as she went to sit down for breakfast to find herself some plans. She didn’t want to bother her fashion friends again, so maybe she could do some pampering? Get a massage? She had just spent all this time getting ready though. She was glued to her phone trying to figure out plans, deciding that she’d go look for fabrics and other things she could use to make some designs. Maybe she’d go to a market and get some snacks for them later? Honestly, she had no idea what she was going to do, she hated not having plans.

“My baby...” He came up next to her and crouched down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you really wanted to come with me.” He frowned. Harry felt guilty that she was feeling sadness over it. He didn’t want her to feel as though she wasn’t wanted or anything. “I hope you know I wasn’t trying to make you upset.” He brought her hand to his face and peppered kisses on it. “I want to be around you all the time. Plus, I know of these clients. They’re a bit creepy when it comes to women and I’d be on edge for two reasons.” He had to add some more truth in there. “I want you to be around me always. I never want you to go away. Please don’t worry about that. Even when I was pushing you away, I wanted you closer.”

“No, no— it’s okay.” Y/N looked down at him, eyes wide and shook her head, “promise.” She really did understand where he was coming from. “I shouldn’t have assumed I was going, it’s okay.” She gave him a smile and nodded. This... this was all very new for Y/N. To have someone actually nice around. She didn’t want him to think she was upset with him or in general, she was a little upset but she’d get over it. She was just being a spoiled brat. Y/N let her hand cup his cheek, gently rubbing over the skin. “Really, it’s okay.” Y/N said and put her phone down. She’d figure it out once he was gone, she didn’t want him to see her all panicked like that just because she wasn’t going to a meeting with him. She must have looked absurd. “We’re going to a cool place later, they do all different kinds of cool drinks and stuff. I think you’ll like it.” Y/N smiled, knowing it would be much more of his speed. The two different sides of Y/N. Of course, she’d never been able to eat fast food, her mother absolutely refused. Something about processed food making her fat.

“Oh? I am very excited then. C’mere.” He put her phone down on the table and picked her up, ignoring her squeals and giggles and questions of what he was doing as he pressed her against the wall. “Want you happy.” He began to kiss over her face. Still, the guilt that her father had made her grow up with the sort attention she got... It made him feel gross. She wouldn’t be in that situation again. He cared too much. “My sweet girl...” he was making her feel his affection for her. “So good to me. Went out and got pretty underwear, let me see them. Then planning all these nice dates... so wonderful.” He spoke between tiny kisses to her skin. She deserved this type of loving. Someone to worship her back, the way she had him feeling.

“Harry! That tickles!” She giggled, feeling bits of his scruff scratch against her skin. It did feel really nice though, to have him kiss all over her face and say all those sweet things. He didn’t cower or run away when she had a little meltdown, he didn’t just drop it when she said she was okay. He wanted to make sure she was okay. It made that entire little meltdown go away. Y/N couldn’t shake the smile off her face, looking at him in awe as he stopped with the kisses and just looked at her. “Want the best for you.” She cooed, brushing loose strands of hair away from his face. “Treat me so nice. Best boyfriend ever..” Y/N was gushing, it’s only been a few days and he’s already proven to be better than the others.

He was always saying how he was shocked she chose him but she was more shocked that he stayed with her. That he wanted her even with how absolutely insane she could be. Y/N knew she was fucked up from her upbringing, but sometimes she lost sight of things.

“Good. I want to treat you the best.” He murmured. Y/N was going to learn soon that once he was committed— he was committed. Point blank. There was nothing she could do to make him leave, he doesn’t think. He wanted to be with her, so he would be. “Boyfriends are meant to treat you nice and give you all the love and attention you need.” He said. “Gonna keep you as long as you let me. Want you to see that you’re worth all this nice attention and that M’not Gonna run away from you.” He had a feeling that many people in her life didn’t listen when she was upset. “Meant what I said, by the way. About telling me how you feel. I always want to know. I like knowing where you are and where we stand. It’s better for us both in the long run.” He was pretty positive that Y/N was going to be pleasantly surprised at how dedicated he would be to her. He was a fixation person. Her, his work, Oliver, his family. He probably didn’t realize the weight of his words, how much it truly meant to her for him to say that he wanted to know how she felt all the time and that he wouldn’t run away. Y/N nodded, letting out a shaky breath when she realized she’d have to tell him everything sooner or later.

“I—I know I can overreact sometimes, I’ve been told...” She chuckled, looking away from him for a moment. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but it— I’m not used to talking about my feelings. It’s going to take time, but I’ll try to tell you what I can when I can, yeah?” She wouldn’t let Harry go, never. She needed him to help her, to bring all the good parts out and to teach her that that was okay. “I feel myself being a better version of myself whenever I’m around you, I—I want to get better, want to be the best, don’t want you to feel like I’m stressing you out with my feelings or anything—” She knew she was a lot to handle, anyone who met her knew that, but she was hopeful that Harry would stick around, he did just promise he would .

“Hey— no. Y/N... honey, you need to tell me things. It doesn’t matter. Being in a relationship, in my mind— it means you need to communicate. Need to tell me things. You won’t be stressing me out and I won’t get angry about your feelings.” He hated whoever made her feel like that. It wasn’t at all accurate. He wanted her to be happy and want to be honest and open. “You don’t have to tell me everything at once. I’d like to know things but it’s your journey, your stuff that you've gone through.” He sighed, frowning when she looked saddened by the thoughts. It hurt when she hurt. “I’m not like everyone else, okay? I’m not going to hurt you like that. I value you as a person. You’re very important to me in all aspects. Your mental health is just as vital as your physical and I want you to know that I care.” He kissed her bottom lip, trying to make her feel it through touch. “If you overreact, I’m going to assume it means something happened in the past you haven’t told me yet. But put some trust in me. Just a little. Okay?”

“Okay.” It’s hard for Y/N. She knew it would be, but he was right, she needed to put a little trust in him. “S—sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing it. It’s hard— but I’ll try, I promise. Anything for you.” Y/N told him with a smile, nuzzling her face into his neck as she hugged him. She really needed a hug. Y/N realized that he would probably be late for his meeting if he didn’t leave soon and as much as she wanted him to stay here with her she knew he had to go. “Baby, take something with you— you barely ate breakfast.” She spoke, realizing that they’d got so caught up in talking that he didn’t get a chance to eat. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/N spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. Her whole demeanor has changed, she was much gentler and softer, a little more vulnerable in this state but she knew she’d be okay. She’d take her makeup off and go get pampered in the spa downstairs. Some good quality stress relief.

“Bye, angel. I adore you.” He gave her one last kiss before he left. He couldn’t say he loved her yet but, that was close enough. It was concerning. He was starting to see someone had hurt her. Badly. He could see she had damage emotionally beforehand but now, he worried immensely. Who had messed with her? Made her upset like this? She second guessed it and jumped to the conclusion that he didn’t want her around and that made him so sad. He always wanted her around. It would be his mission to make her see he liked her around. When they went home, of course it would be a challenge. But he didn’t care. He wanted her to be happy, mentally healthy, and want to be taken care of. He could do that for her. He knew it.

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[part 4]

A/N: oof, that is all. - n + d

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txemrn · 4 years ago

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Hey, sweet friends!

I inadvertently took a smidge of a step back from writing thanks to real life (you all can relate!). Between Covid relief (9 months later *wink*wink* 🤰🏼🤰🏼🤰🏼) and a crazy ❄⛄SNOW⛄❄ storm here in Texas, writing took that metaphorical backseat.

But I'm here, and I've got some WIPs I'd love to share with y'all... who's ready for WIP Wednesday? Click "Keep Reading" to enjoy five bits of fics I've been writing (the fourth and fifth are bonuses that I have NO idea when they will be released; they are for your amusement, to tease you a bit *shrugs* or something like that).

Before I continue... @lucy-268 @anjanettexcordonia @ao719 @bbrandy2002 @shannonsaid @khoicesbyk @shewillreadyou @irisofpurple @lem-20 what are y'all working on?

The Missionary’s Daughter (Chapter 1--Name TBD; TRR) 🍋

Halos of blurred auras bleach his vision as Drake cautiously opens one blood-shot eye. His tongue sticks to the roof of his roughly parched mouth as he massages his pained forehead. Clueless of what day it is--much less what he did last night--he is greeted with a sudden glorious sensation: a supple wet mouth on his hardened morning length.

His body relaxes back onto the dampened, disheveled sheets of his bed; he releases a pleasurable exhale as he blindly reaches for the head behind the lips. He strains to focus his view, but can only make out a foggy shape of a nude woman with long, tousled brunette waves.

Of course, it’s her.

Drake smiles; delicately tangling his grip in her strands, he admires how even the afternoon sun catches her beauty perfectly. He quietly smacks his lips. He can still smell her on his stubble; he can still taste her on his tongue.

Did she come clean to Liam? Were they celebrating that they could finally be together?

As she takes in the head of his girth, he arches his back, relaxing his body into her hungry touch. Closing his eyes, he offers a guttural groan deep in his chest as she swirls her tongue around his firm thickness.

“God, you’re incredible, Riley--”

------------------------------- Caroline (Chapter 3--Name TBD; TNA/OH crossover)

"Hello? Anyone here?" Her voice echoes throughout the Dalton penthouse as she pushes the stroller further into the living room.

A stirring Mason catches her attention as she cautiously bends over to settle him down.

"It's okay, um--" she looks at his monogrammed onesie for his name, "--’Mason’. Come here, sweet boy," she snuggles him into her neck, soothing him with gentle rubs and taps on his back. "There, there."

"Sof?"

The platinum blonde instantly twirls around to face the deep voice as she grips tightly around Mason.

"Oh, Sam--" she sighs with a forced laugh. "You scared me--"

"Is Caroline with you?" he stutters as he finishes his whiskey neat.

"No, um--" she bounces Mason on her hip, averting her eyes to a yawning Mickey. "She--she should be back sometime this evening though. I--I don't know--"

"Is--" he interjects, his voice growing husky, "--is Robin here?" Sofia feels the prickling of a thousand goosebumps ignite across her body as Sam's hand glides across her lower back. She clears her throat, stepping away from him.

"C'mon, my little munchkins," she joyfully chimes to the twins as she gathers Mickey into her arms. She sits them softly into their play pin, tossing each of them a musical toy.

As she stands back up, Sam grips tightly to the curve of her hips

"Sam--!" she gasps as he intimately runs his hands across her abdomen to rest on her voluptuous breasts. Her eyes flutter shut; she nibbles on her lips as he nuzzles his nose into her neck. She feels him grow against her backside.

"Sam, please--"

"'Please' what, kitten?"

"Ugh--" she scoffs as she throws his hands off of her body. "We said that the last time would be our last--"

"Please, Sofia, " he stops her in her tracks, "I need--" his lip trembles; liquor dances on his tongue as he leans closer to her dangerous curves. "I need--"

"--your wife."

"Fuck!" He abruptly throws himself onto the couch, raking his hands through his thick, tousled hair.

"I'm losing her, Sof." He leans back on the couch as Sofia cautiously sits next to him. Heated tears streak down his chiseled face as he plays with his wedding band. He lowers his voice as he chokes on his sobs.

"I think I've lost her. "

-------------------------- Boughs & Mockingbirds (Part 5; TRR/TRH)

After modeling three dresses, Hana twirls out in a dreamy white ball gown with a flattering fitted-bodice. The ornate gold filigree bead-work brought out her natural ethereal tones, instantly brightening and highlighting her gorgeous, exotic features.

“Hana--!” Riley spits out her sparkling water. “Oh-- oh my God!” With a stunned-look plastered on her face, she jumps from her bed, skipping quickly to her floor-length mirror. “Look at you!”

“I’m guessing this is a keeper?” Hana giggles as she walks on her tip-toes, envisioning the dress with her new shoes.

“Uh, yeah!” Riley squeals, twirling Hana’s silky hair into a make-shift up-do to show off her bare skin. Biting her lower lip, she lowers her voice to whisper into her friend’s ear: “Not to mention, a certain ‘Maxwell the Glorious’ won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.”

“Riley! You’re wicked! We’re just--” she blushes while shrugging her shoulders, “--um, friends.”

“I’m pregnant, not stupid,” she jokingly chides. “These past few weeks with the book tour, I’ve noticed you two becoming quite the dynamic duo.”

Hana falls silent; she mindlessly admires the beading of her white gown with her fingers as a joyous smile crawls across her face. Her bright, brown eyes pierce into Riley’s as she slowly nods.

“He’s pretty great--”

“I knew it!” Riley grabs Hana’s hands as they dance recklessly in a circle, laughter filling the room.

“Oh, you’re gonna dance with somebody--” Riley sings, purposely changing the lyrics to jest with her best friend.

“I’m gonna feel the heat with somebody--” Hana cups her mouth, laughing at herself with what she just sang.

“’Heat’?” Riley howls. “Ow! Ow! Now who’s being wicked?” They both grab their bellies as their sides ache from their silliness and excitement.

“Oh gosh,” Riley strains to breathe, “Thank you, Hana. I haven’t laughed like this in--”

“Oh my God! Riley?” Hana’s voice suddenly drips with panic. “Your nose--” ------------------------ Fractals (Bonus wannabe series; crossover of Platinum/TRR; I have fantasized about this series for probably 8 MONTHS, and I finally took off writing a chapter; this is a smidge of that chapter, and this series will come, at the earliest, after B&MB)

“Here’s to living in the headlines,” she mutters to herself, offering her glass as a toast in the air. She tosses the rest of her drink back. The bartender quickly replenishes the alcohol as she digs frantically in her oversized Dior bag. Pulling out a lone cigarette, she sets it neatly between her teeth as she searches for a lighter.

“Miss?” a soft, baritone voice calls to her, but floats away as she continues to sift through her purse. The gentleman clears his throat in hopes of catching her attention. “Pardon me, miss?” His thick, European-influenced accent is more apparent this time, but still she doesn’t notice.

“Excuse me, miss--?”

“What?” She interrupts angrily as she hastily swivels in her barstool, knocking her bag and its contents on the floor. “Shit--!” she clumsily fumbles to the floor to gather her belongings.

“Here; let me help--”

“You’ve done enough, sir--” she cuts off the young man as she madly shoves tubes of makeup, magazines, loose coins and scrunchies back into her satchel. She looks around the floor for any wayward items when she notices something black being offered to her.

“Miss?”

Looking up, she finally takes notice of the man behind the voice. And freezes. The electricity of his presence overwhelms her fragile senses. He offers her a bright, charming smile, creating dimples that soften his chiseled bone structure. A sensual aura of citrus, guaiac wood and leather dance across his coastal skin as sun rays illuminate brightly from his wavy blond hair.

She gradually stands along with him, her brilliant jade eyes locked into his striking baby-blues. His strong physique impressively towers over her petite frame. She admires his handsomely neat demeanor of pressed dark-wash denim with a light heather-gray sports coat.

“Hi,” she manages to squeeze out as her mouth confuses between dropping and smiling.

“Hello,” he chuckles with a smile. “Pardon me, but I do believe you, um--well, you, uh--,” he pauses as he glances towards his outstretched arm, “you dropped these.”

Regretfully breaking her trance from his hypnotic gaze, the color quickly drains from her face as the feeling of horror crawls across her porcelain skin. Her crotchless, black-lace g-string tangled effortlessly between his fingers.

“Oh-- oh my God!” she shrieks as she reaches to grab and hide them; but unfortunately, the missing gusset between the leg bands, snags on his gold signet ring, leaving his first two fingers hung on the crotchless portion of the thong.

“I must say,” his eyes twinkle as he laughs harder at her incessant efforts to detangle the fabric from his hands, “I didn’t realize getting into a woman’s undergarments would be quite this easy--” ------------------------- Title TBD (TNA Valentine’s Day: First vs. Last... this is in the Once...Always... Universe, and I just couldn’t get it finished before Valentine’s day. So! It will be coming out on another random holiday lol)

Reaching for the doorbell, she catches her reflection in the apartment number brass plate. And panics.

Oh, God! I--he can’t see me like this!

It has been nine months since Brynn caught her husband cheating on her with their daughter Olivia’s nanny. With the story hitting every gossip column and news channel, multiple women came forward with their private trysts with Sam over the years; however, most of their stories will never be heard thanks to the family’s heavy payouts for their silence.

Sam and Brynn’s divorce was finalized five months ago, two days before baby Charlotte was born. Despite the scandal, his lies and his betrayal, Brynn wars with her feelings towards Sam. He was the love of her life; even though he broke his vows, she never dreamed of going back on her own. He made his choice; he didn’t want to be with her the moment he chose to have his extramarital affairs. But, everyday life without him by her side is awful, like living a horrible nightmare. Her heart flutters around him, missing him terribly, but her brain begs her to stop.

Brynn pinches her cheeks to life as she swipes on a rosy color of gloss on her pout. She finger combs her almond tresses into a low ponytail, ensuring the wayward wisps are hidden.

The door suddenly opens, catching Brynn by surprise.

“Mommy!” A curly-chestnut hair Olivia dashes to Brynn with open arms.

“My baby girl!” Instantaneously, she welcomes her oldest daughter into her arms, pulling her up onto her hip for a sweet hug and tender kiss. “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Uh-huh,” she beams, “Look what I made you!” As she pulls out a bright pink homemade Valentine, Sam steps around the door with baby Charlotte in his arms.

“Princess--” he whispers in a deep, syrupy voice, “what do you say?”

“Oh, yeah!” her chocolate brown eyes brighten to her mom, “Happy ‘Valentime’s’ day, Mommy!”

“Happy Valentine’s day, baby girl!” Brynn squeezes Olivia into a tight embrace while she presses her lips into her cheeks. “C’mon, let’s get your things.”

As Brynn glances back at Sam, the wind is abruptly knocked out of her chest as she sees him dressed handsomely in her favorite Armani slate gray suit with soft petal-pink accents. Her eyes stay glued to him as he fastens a sleepy Charlotte into her carrier. As he stands back up, she notices his tie is crooked.

“May I?” Brynn steps forward, motioning towards his tie.

“Please,” he chuckles, “I miss your meticulous eye--”

They both awkwardly flinch at his words, Brynn focusing on the knot around his neck as Sam clears his throat.

“So--” he attempts to change subjects, “any special plans tonight?”

“Mason and Mickey are out with friends, so it’s just the girls, me, and--”

“Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown,” he interrupts as he flashes an alluring dark look at his ex-wife. He begins to run the back of his fingers sensually down her arms. “Some things don’t change--”

“But--” she glowers at him, tightening his tie close to his neck, “a lot of things have.”

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#wip wednesday #the missionary's daughter #boughs & mockingbirds #caroline #trr #tna #trrfic #tnafic #oh/tna #trr/platinum

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springwoodswhore-blog · 5 years ago

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Ahh thank you for my first request! I hope I did it justice <3

The Huntress

SFW

Anna is very protective of you, especially if you’re smaller than her which you probably are. Smaller = a harder time being able to protect oneself in her eyes

She’d call you cute nicknames like “ kitten” and “bunny” or also “malishka” which is Russian for baby girl

She’d teach you about surviving in the wild and hunting even if you and her are within the Entity’s realm. She wouldn’t take you hunting much though, she’s already watched one person she loves die during a hunt, she couldn’t bare to lose you like that.

She’s absolutely a momma bear in every way, she would fuss over you and cook for you, and would especially be worried in the winter with how harsh they get out in the Russian wilderness

Anna loves to cuddle with you, and is absolutely the big spoon. She likes being able to curl up around you, and make sure that you’re safe and warm.

If you’re in the Entity’s realm, she often goes more gently on you in trials, trying to make sure you escape or get the hatch without upsetting the Entity.

NSFW

Anna is equally as nurturing and caring in the bedroom as she is in every day life, and very attentive to your needs and what you like.

She has a mommy kink, and would probably enjoy being called mommy or “mamochka”.

She likes to focus on you and make sure you get everything you want, even making you cum as many times as possible on some nights.

Anna finds all your reactions to pleasure to be the cutest and most amusing things she’s ever seen and that drives her to keep going.

Anna is into face sitting and it goes both ways. She loves to smirk up at you and watch your reactions when she’s beneath you, holding your hips in place with a firm grip.

When she’s on top or receiving oral in general she turns into a moaning mess and ends up tangling her fingers into your hair and really letting herself relax and enjoy the moment.

She also enjoys light bondage, mostly when it’s on you though. She prefers to use ropes.

The Ghost Face

SFW

Danny is a multisided person, and which side someone sees depends on their relationship with him. You, however, have seen them all, including his most personal. You knew of his most intimate hobby, that he was the Ghost Face.

Before you knew of this he was a very enthusiastic and lively individual and partner, the act he puts on for most people.

Afterwords he was a much more charming and alluring individual, making sure you were deep into his web in order to keep his secret safe and keep you with him.

Danny likes to tell you his plans, it’s a game to him, to see if you’re interested, or shocked, or to see if someday he’ll push you too far and you’ll go running to the authorities.

He does love you though, your existence, presence and loyalty are very dear to him, and he’ll hold you close at night and whisper sweet nothings to you to remind you of this.

If you and Danny are in the Entity’s realm, he does not go easy on you during trials. You are prey to him within them, and he secretly hopes you’ll be his obsession.

NSFW

Danny is a dom, and a very rough one at that. He’s open to gentle love making and vanilla sex when you need it though. When you two make love he entwines his fingers with yours and kisses your lips and down your neck, preferring missionary for this.

He likes to take pictures, particularly Polaroids, especially when you’re in bondage of some sort.

He has a blood kink and loves knife play. Sometimes he likes to cuff you or tie your hands with zip ties for this. However one of his favorite things is when you stay still without any bondage for him, while he lightly drags a knife over your skin, causing little droplets of blood to flow from the cuts.

He also likes to fuck you after coming home from claiming a new victim, keeping the bloody Ghost Face costume on for it and sometimes keeping his bloody knife in his hand or held to you. He would never cut you with it during this though, he can’t risk you getting a disease like this.

Poly!Legion

SFW

Frank is still the leader even after the Legion crossed over to a polyamory group, and takes great pride in being so, making sure everyone is well taken care of and okay, and continuing to order everyone in plans of mischief.

Frank and Joey are the best at resolving anything like drama within the Legion. Frank feels like it’s his duty, and Joey wants to be able to relax with the four of you. There’s enough shit out in the world, he doesn't want it within his Legion.

Frank and Joey also both ldrink and smoke the most, and are glad to include you if you want to join in. If you say no, Frank will tease you about it, but he doesn’t mean harm or think any less of you for not liking that stuff. Julie joins in sometimes, Susie likes it the least but ends up joining sometimes too.

Susie makes things for you and everyone else in the Legion! She’s very artistic and with how shy she is art is the way she expresses herself. If you ever want a drawing, pin, piece of clothing or even weapon, she’s the one to go to. She’ll dye your hair for you too if you want!

Susie is also very cuddly with everyone, it helps her relax if she can be close to any of you. She loves to curl up beside you and hold your hand, resting her head on your shoulder.

Julie keeps to Frank or herself most days, after all they were together before this all started, but she still takes time for you. Her favorite activity is to show you new music, or to have you show her what music you’ve found.

NSFW

Joey is a switch and lasts the longest out of the two men, he loves to show off this fact and try to impress every time. Joey loves it when you ride him too, it gives him a clear view of your reactions. Since he’s so eager to impress he’s pretty willing to go along with however you feel that day and provide what you need with a smug attitude.

Frank is a rougher dom, he likes to give orders and expects them to be followed to the best of your ability. He will punish you somehow if you fail, and teases you while he does so. He’s also very skilled with his tongue and enjoys knife play. Frank doesn’t use his knife on you though, only holds it to you for the power it gives him.

Susie is a very eager to please bottom for everyone. She has her limits but for the most part she’ll go along with what you want, she likes to feel like she did a good job for you so please praise her!! She really likes when you and another member of the Legion take her at the same time. Cuddling afterwords is a must for her.

Julie isn’t a dom so much as a top, she likes to be on the giving end rather than the receiving. She enjoys bondage and teasing, hearing you beg for what you want is fun for her. She’s the most likely to turn on music during sex, and likes to lay with you and have a cigarette after.

On the rare occasion that group sex between all of you happens, Frank and Julie tend to take the reigns of the situation, Sometimes Joey will too but not as often. There’s typically playful rivalry between Frank and Joey over who can last the longest and handle the most at once. Julie is usually the one that comes out on top of this competition, even though she didn’t start it.

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earthrealmlesbian · 5 years ago

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Since it's proven to be canon, Kotalblack headcanons?

I'm....perhaps too into Kotalblack. This got really long since I couldn't help but add a lot of thoughts about them as individuals. Tumblr has decided I'm not allowed to use read mores unfortunately so rip.

Side note: You didn't ask for it but I had some thoughts about their sex life so I've included some nsfw hcs. Hope you don't mind!

Sfw:

• Kotal is a considerate lover and even at his most firm is undeniably gentle with his partner. A fact that almost scares Erron off at first. Sure, it's one thing to fuck your boss but falling in love with him when he -scoff- treats you nice? Come on now. Kotal demands respect in a relationship but gives the same in return and that sounds downright healthy to Erron. This cowboy isn't sure how to handle a relationship like that at first. Kotal deals with Erron's flighty nature with a steady, patient hand and after some time Erron settles into the relationship.

• These two are more openly affectionate than many other characters. Nothing raunchy, especially on Kotal's end. Erron will shoot anyone that gives them a dirty look right through the eyes and Kotal's the Emperor so.....who's gonna question them? Erron is a flirt through and through. He'll tone it down to something reasonable for Kotal's sake but he's still going to throw out the occasional tease or hungry look. Kotal's brand of affection is a hand rested softly on the small of Erron's back, tender smiles or the occasional smirk when he humors Erron's flirting. Nothing overt but watching him you might mistake them for a couple that's been together for decades. Whether they have or not. It's all vaguely domestic? Their lives are hectic, which Erron thrives on, but he's learned to take comfort in Kotal's steady presence.

• Kotal is actually interested in Earthrealm's variety of cultures. He's not been to Earthrealm since his realmwalk and has had little chance to keep up with its every changing people. On quiet nights he'll stay up with Erron asking about anything and everything he can think of. Erron points out there's A LOT of cultures and even he's not familiar with all of them but he's happy to tell what he knows. Erron can make anything sound interesting and that only encourages him to ask more.

• Likewise, Erron is curious about Osh-Tekk culture. He's curious by nature and always collects stories from the places he visits before moving on. He's got a feeling he won't be wandering away from Kotal anytime soon but he's still eager to learn. Still, he approaches the subject carefully. For his part, Kotal is grateful that someone is genuinely interested in his lost people. There's bitter sweetness in his recollections, but he's the type to face things head on so he freely shares many parts of his past. Erron doesn't press when Kotal reaches a memory that's harder to share, just waits for the words to come piecemeal, if at all. Sharing stories like this is a huge part of their relationship. They've been through a lot and bond through their long nights burnt away talking.

• Speaking of....speaking? Kotal is enthralled by Erron's accent and dialect. He thinks it's incredibly charming how Erron can so smoothly deliver an entirely incomprehensible sentence. He can glean the meaning of most of Erron's sayings after a moments thought, they're all just so WILD. It amuses him greatly. One time Erron was fuming about some new, hapless guard he was trying to whip into shape. His hands were going a mile a minute and he finally huffed out "I tell you what, that boy couldn't pour piss out a boot if the instructions were on the heel!" Kotal choked out the ugliest laugh and gave him the most confused smile. "Excuse me???"

• Erron would eat lead before he'd admit it but Kotal's deep voice and commanding aura make him feel safe. He's no damsel in distress but safety is a foreign concept to him. Kotal makes him feel comfortable, almost free of his usual paranoia. It's nice, if disconcerting.

• Kotal is sentimental. Erron less so. They make it work. Erron makes an effort to remember their anniversary and to do little things to let Kotal knows he values their shared memories in his own way. He gets an Osh-Tekk saying engraved on his favorite gun. Kotal makes him a necklace of leather, beads and engraved bone. Erron wears it religiously. It warms Kotal's heart when he catches Erron thumbing the beads, unconsciously seeking comfort. Later, much later in their relationship, Erron begins to wear paint in appropriate designs on his exposed arms. He does it to honor Osh-Tekk culture and in turn Kotal. It stops Kotal cold the first morning Erron catches him alone while donning the paint. He's touched to say the least.

• Kotal would marry Erron in a heartbeat. Erron has a lot of thoughts about that. He may have settled into their relationship, may even like the stability it offers more than he's willing to admit, but making it "official" scares him. He thinks it's like begging bad luck to rear her head. Kotal isn't surprised or even particularly upset about it. He's got a long life to live. He's content to openly be with Erron and wait patiently for the cowboy to chew on the idea of wedding vows.

• They like to go riding together. Erron prefers Earthrealm horses but he'll take anything that can gallop at this point. He thinks Kotal leaned over, eyes forward, pushing his mount as fast as it'll go cuts a striking image. (this is a sfw headcanon but maybe Erron's thoughts on the matter are a little nsfw :/ )

• They don't tend to do official dates or anything besides anniversaries but they find time to treat each other. Kotal takes his duties seriously but he let's Erron's wilder nature pull him into stepping away occasionally and indulging. Erron also eventually shows him his secret spot. They duck into it every now and then when their day is overwhelming.

• They've taken the time to learn each other's weapons. Well, Erron can't really wield the macuahuitl properly but the sickles are manageable. They're not really interested in each others weapons but thought it would be a good challenge. Erron does alright on his end but Kotal just cannot get the hang of firearms. He can use them, but his aim is garbage. Erron only teases him a little.

• Erron suffered from heatstroke once. It's made more embarrassing by the fact Kotal was there, had warned him he was pushing himself too far during training and he still kept going. Erron isn't one to be babied which Kotal knows. Still, afterwards there's always a suspicious amount of water on hand when Kotal is around. During the hottest part of the day if Erron catches Kotal's eyes flicking back and forth between the sweat on his brow and the canteen on his belt he'll give a wry smile and take a drink. "Stop lookin’ at me like that. I'm not gonna pass out again." Kotal only teases him a little.

• Kotal asks Erron's opinion on political matters often. He swears he isn't one for political nonsense but he's glad his opinion is valued either way.

• They both very much enjoy music. They go to the performances of court musicians as often as time allows. Erron likes to scope out the market for street performers he thinks have talent so he can get them to play for Kotal. He's not doing it out of kindness or anything but if a street performer or two earns a spot among the court’s performers and enjoys a more comfortable life for it who's he to complain? Kotal is privy to the knowledge that a much younger Erron Black aspired to be a musician but gave it up when life got complicated. He's happy to watch the singers Erron recommends. Even happier when Erron breaks out his old guitar and sings to him in private.

• Kotal teaches Erron the Osh-Tekk language. It's useful since nobody besides historians and some of his more dedicated warriors know it. It allows them to communicate secretly in the open. Which....sometimes means them openly shit talking annoying politicians trying to curry favor in meetings. Ermac and Reptile know enough to understand most of the insults and always give said politicians looks of pity.

• It's also useful when Kotal is feeling extra affectionate. He'll slip in Osh-Tekk pet names during morning briefings and watch the corners of Erron's eyes crinkle the way they do when he's smirking. Again, Ermac and Reptile know. They're used to it and rarely give the behavior more then a small smile.

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• Both are switches. Erron bottoms more often than not but Kotal has no qualms changing things up. He's especially fond of Erron fucking him missionary so he can pull him close by the back of the neck and look intensely into his eyes. Kotal is big on eye contact.

• Neither is shy about sex. Both have a high sex drive. Most mornings include at least a quick blowjob.

• Given both aren't particularly inhibited, they enjoy an adventurous sex life. Before Erron, Kotal didn't indulge much despite his high sex drive. There was little time and few he could trust. As such, he didn't have a variety of experiences. He's good at what he knew but was eager to broaden his horizons. Erron has been around more and tried plenty. He's always amused when he tells Kotal about this or that kink Earthrealmers are into and gets a shocked look every time. Equally amused when Kotal is keen on giving it a try at least once.

• Kotal may be interested in trying things but he's got a lot of limits when it comes to pain. Both receiving and giving. They have to have a conversation regarding some of Erron's less than healthy past encounters so Kotal can essentially list off the things he won't do. That said, he's fine with being dominant/dominated or rough within reason.

• One thing both agree on is marking each other is appealing. Kotal isn't very possessive, he doesn't need to be, but he'll admit seeing Erron display his handiwork gets him going. Erron has a hickey on his throat almost constantly. When things get a little more wild Kotal likes to bite. Erron loves looking at the love bites along his chest, hips and inner thighs the morning after. It's harder for Erron to leave marks but Kotal is thrilled when he tries.

• Erron has a bit of a complex about his mask. He's used to having it on even in bed. Kotal isn't unkind about it, but he's firm about the mask coming off when things start getting serious between them. Erron takes it off himself, sometimes reluctantly, but he grows used to the intimacy. Kotal never asks to take it off for him, sensing it might be too much. He's right, but eventually Erron works up the courage to let him and it immediately becomes a thing between them. Kotal carefully, reverently unbuckles the straps like he's unveiling a treasure. The gentle adoration never fails to make Erron shiver.

• They have a few oddly reverent practices in the bedroom. Erron is into body worship and it's one of the few things he's embarrassed about since he's gotten teased about it before. Kotal isn't perturbed however. Erron has a thing for bathing Kotal. He'll sit on his lap in their tub and get to work. He takes extra care in wiping away every hint of paint and after will usually wash Kotal's hair. (Mkx ponytail please come back). Kotal enjoys it and is content to lounge while his cock slowly hardens from the teasing, sensual touches. They usually end up fucking right there in the tub, just as slow and leisurely.

• A similar activity is when Erron takes his sweet time tracing Kotal's tattoos(?). First with his fingers though his mouth is never far behind.

• Erron has a filthy mouth when he wants to. Kotal isn't shy and isn't easily embarrassed but sometimes Erron gets so into it he'll start begging to be filled up in some very explicit terms and Kotal will go a little red.

• Kotal likes to watch Erron play with himself. A lot. Toys are a fairly new concept to him and when he realizes they can make watching all the more exciting he goes all out on purchasing any that catch Erron's eye. Kotal likes to sit in a chair a few feet from there bed and quietly watch Erron fuck himself. Erron likes being watched. It always gives him goosebumps to have Kotal's eyes picking apart his every movement like that. Calm, almost distant and utterly in control until Erron's efforts are impossible to ignore.

• They've fucked on almost every inch of the throne room. If Erron doesn't get bent over the throne at least once a month something's up. Likewise, Kotal likes to sit Erron on the throne and ride him like his life depends on it.

• Erron is down for a quickie whenever. Like at all times. Kotal prefers to take his time but he can be encouraged to indulge Erron if the cowboy plays his cards right.

#mortal kombat #kotal kahn #erron black #im so sorry its long but i cant get read mores to work at all #earthrealm.txt

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raendown · 6 years ago

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Pairing: KakashiSakura Rated: E Word count: 2572 Summary: Their date hadn't exactly gone to plan but that didn't mean the night wasn't salvageable.

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“You know”–Sakura tipped her head back to look up at the stars, weaving one arm around Kakashi’s to keep her going in the right direction–“that was an absolutely terrible date.” Her partner laughed and gave an easy shrug.

“Maa, hardly my fault. I had every planned out. I just, er, forgot to plan for Gai showing up.”

“He’s enthusiastic, I will give him that.”

“Oh, he’s something,” Kakashi said. “I did try to get him to go away. You are much prettier than any of the rocks he wanted me to go throw around with him, I’m sure.”

Sakura bit her lip softly to keep herself from making any commenting about guys getting their rocks off. Looking for a distraction, she lifted one hand to point out her favorite constellation and quickened their pace. Hopefully her mind would have turned to less juvenile thoughts by the time they got home.

As it turned out, by the time they were stepping through the front door and lining up their sandals in the genkan her thoughts had gone straight passed juvenile and descended in to dirty. Terrible or not it had still been a date with her absolute fox of a husband and Sakura counted her blessings yet again for the roads life had taken her down as she walked behind him down the hall, shamelessly admiring the way his hips shifted while he walked. It wasn’t so much of a walk as it was a prowl, even here at home where there were no enemies to hunt, and Sakura found that she was very much in the mood to be his prey.

Kakashi hummed as he stepped in to the kitchen, eyeing the dishes in the sink and clearly wondering if he had the energy to tackle them before settling down for the evening. After a minute or so he shrugged and turned away, apparently leaving them for tomorrow. Sakura pulled a glass down from the cupboard and ran it under the tap to fill it with water for her suddenly parched throat. Even after several years together there were still moments when she could hardly believe the catch she’d landed.

Setting her glass down in an empty spot among the growing mountain of dishes, Sakura had a single squeak of kitchen tiles to warm her before a warm body slid in to place at her back, Kakashi’s hands skimming around her waist to clasp over her belly and pull her back against his chest.

“Don’t think I don’t see the way you’re looking at me. Does someone have something on their mind?” One of his hands slid down to tease at her waistline. “Naughty, naughty. Whatever shall I do with you?”

“Whatever you want to,” she invited him in what she hoped was a sultry voice. Her husband told her often how sexy he found her but no matter how many years they spent together, no matter how many times they fell in to bed, Sakura couldn’t help but think her own sex voice just sounded funny. It was an effort sometimes not to flush at how ridiculous she thought she sounded.

Fingers traced around the button of her shorts and Sakura felt a different sort of flush rising on the back of her neck. Kakashi nipped at the skin just behind her ear before growling softly in to it, “You’re going to open this for me. Then you’re going to put both hands on the counter and you’re not allowed to let go until I say so. Do you understand?”

A shudder wracked her body as Sakura nodded frantically, already reaching down to open the button and almost tearing the fly out in her haste to unzip it. Then she gripped the counter so hard she was forced to remind herself of her own strength. It simply would not do to crack the marble and ruin the moment, not when it seemed she was about to get exactly what she wanted.

Kakashi played with the hem of her shirt, slipping one hand up to trace the lines of her abdomen first before grazing down until he slid right inside her shorts and cupped her through her underwear. His fingers crooked and began to rub small circles against her entrance just to frustrate her with the thin barrier keeping him from dipping inside. Although she tried to resist the urge, tried her best to stay strong and not move, Sakura mentally rolled her eyes at her own weakness for his touch even as she groaned and rolled her hips, seeking more friction. The way this man could take her apart with just a few touches should have been worrisome in some ways. She found it equal parts annoying and enticing.

“Ah-ah,” her partner scolded her. His fingers stopped circling in punishment like she’d known they would.

“Please.” Sakura swallowed thickly when Kakashi’s hand cupped her again and ground the heel of his palm just above where she wanted it.

“Maa, now she remembers her manners. Did I tell you that you could move?”

As much as she would have loved to tell him to go stick his words up his own arse, Sakura forced her body in to stillness. These moments of absolute dominance when Kakashi told her in no uncertain terms what she was and wasn’t allowed to do were rare. No way was she wasting such a golden opportunity. He knew just how sexy she found it but, surprisingly, Kakashi was usually more of the soft touch sort. When they first got together she had been utterly surprised to find that his favorite position was plain old missionary and it wasn’t until he had shyly admitted that he preferred ��making love’ over ‘fucking’ that she felt she truly understood where their relationship was going.

Every chance to see him throw softness out the window and get down on her level of filthy was a treat. Like right now as his teeth caught her earlobe and he slid his finger back down to edge around the silk of her panties, scraping his nail lightly against her shaven skin just to watch her shiver.

“You’re going to keep still for me,” Kakashi growled quietly. “You’re not going to cum until I say you can but you can scream if you need to.”

“Thank you,” Sakura breathed.

Then she quaked with the effort of staying still when she felt two digits tracing her entrance, skin against skin, sliding through the wetness already gathering. Had they really only gotten home a few minutes ago? Already she felt as though he’d been torturing her for an hour at least, impatient yet so very willing to wait on his pleasure.

He plunged inside without warning and Sakura cried out with shock, the muscles of her legs tensing with the effort to not rock down in to such glorious sensations. She thanked god he wasn’t feeling cruel enough to start with just one finger. Two was perfect. Two fingers was just enough for her to find pleasure in the fullness without that little bit of stretch that only made her yearn for more. Kakashi waited to see if she would move and when she didn’t he reward her good behavior by curling his fingers, rocking his hand back and forth to drag against that one spot inside that always drove her wild.

Knuckles going white with how hard she was gripping the counter, Sakura realized suddenly that she was panting. It was hard to believe he could get her this worked up in such a short time with barely any effort yet here she was writhing on the inside and with a moan spilling over the lip caught between her teeth.

“Maa, I like you like this. At my mercy. So well behaved.”

Sakura whimpered, unable to respond.

“Would you like more, love? Hm? You’re still not allowed to move. Be a good girl and stay very still for me.” Pulling away from her abused ear, Kakashi ducked his head to lay kisses across the top of her shoulder. The contrast between gentle affection and the insistence of his fingers made sparks electricity dance behind the eyelids she had squeezed tight and sent tingles shooting down her spine all the way to her toes where they were curling against the linoleum.

“Yes please,” she choked out. “I won’t move. More, please!”

“I suppose since you’re being so polite.”

She expected him to slip another finger in. Her knees almost folded with shock when her panties were shoved farther to the side for his thumb to find her clit and press hard. Then he began to make light circles in just the right way, brushing against the same spot again and again to drive her higher. It was definitely working. Each circle had her fighting back the urge to convulse with how good it was.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “If you’re trying to kill me then you’re doing a good job of it.”

“Whatever would I do without you?” Kakashi’s laugh rumbled in her ear and Sakura ruthlessly shoved away her first instinct to elbow him in the gut for that stupid combination of sweet and sassy only he was ever able to pull off.

“You’d be – shit – you’d be doing this to yourself is what.”

“Hmm, should I?” His thumb paused in its delicious circling and Sakura cried out with loss.

It never occurred to her that she, too, could take things in to her own hands. When he got like this, telling her how to take her pleasure, it was almost a relief to give herself over to his demands. He’d told her not to come and she wouldn’t until he decided she was allowed to.

“Please,” she said. “Please, I’m being good! I haven’t moved! We had a deal, mister!” Following his commands didn’t mean she was ever very good at being completely submissive. Luckily her partner seemed to find this more amusing than off-putting.

“So we did,” Kakashi agreed.

His thumb went back to circling her clit and Sakura breathed a sigh of relief. If she were allowed to move she would have rocked her hips in to the motion, riding the fingers inside of her to chase her own end. But she wasn’t and so she was left with nothing to do but remain still and feel the wave of endorphins crest higher and higher, helpless to the maddening build, and all the while knowing that this was only the beginning. Her partner hadn’t so much as brushed himself up against her yet there was no doubt in her mind that he was rock hard behind her and making plans for how to put her back together once he’d taken her apart.

Knowing her genius partner he already had three different plans of attacks for how to take her apart all over again after that. She could hardly wait, even if just thinking about a second orgasm after the one she could feel building now already had her legs shaking. Kakashi smirked in to her skin when he felt the trembling in her thighs.

“Do you need something?” he asked mildly.

“To come!” Sakura let her head fall forward to watch the shifting material hiding his filthy activities from view. “I’m right there, please let me come, please! Fuck, I’ll do anything you want if you just–ahhh!”

“More begging, hm? I suppose that does deserve a reward.”

In direct contrast to his words Kakashi removed his hand. Sakura nearly clawed him back in to place, only stopping herself at the last second from removing the grip she had on the counter. A mewl escaped when she felt her shorts being gently tugged down her legs and she docilely lifted each foot when he tapped her ankles to pull the garment away completely.

“You will turn around. You will sit on the counter. You will hold the counter like you are now.”

Sakura scrambled to follow his orders. The cold marble made her squirm once when she hopped up, shocking against her hot skin, but she regained control almost immediately and lowered her hands to take hold of the counter on either side of her thighs. Like this she was able to see Kakashi, mask hanging around his neck to frame a naughty grin, every line in his body screaming ‘predator’ as he stalked forward to part her knees with gentle hands.

“And you can still scream if you need to,” he whispered, lips brushing tantalizingly against hers before he knelt and Sakura dropped her head back against the counter when he slipped each of her legs over his shoulders.

The moment his tongue touched her she followed that advice. His fingers slid back in to place inside her and curled in just the right way, his tongue lapped at her clit in flickering circles just as his thumb had been doing before, and Sakura wondered if the world would miss her when she went mad from pleasure. Whatever slight calm she’d been able to gather between changing positions flew out the window in favor of clenching her fists once more and opening her mouth in a wordless scream.

Kakashi moaned against her and that was all she needed. Sakura toppled over the edge so quickly she could have sworn fireworks were going off right there in the kitchen with them. Sight and sound and the very fabric of reality ceased to exist, her whole world narrowed to the flickering tongue drawing out her peak until she was quaking and babbling senselessly for mercy.

When he finally let her come down from her high Sakura needed more than a full minute of just slumping back against the cupboards and gasping for breath before she realized that Kakashi was shaking very gently. Looking down, she saw that he was laughing.

“The hell?” she mumbled dazedly. Kakashi carefully slid his fingers out, waited for her shuddering to pass, then bit his lip on a giggle as he pointed one sticky digit at the space beside her.

Sakura looked down – and sighed. “I thought the sound was just in my head,” she said.

“Do you remember when I said there was no point in spending the money on marble countertops?” Kakashi chuckled, carefully prying her hand away from the shattered stone in her grip. “As much as I know saying ‘I told you so’ might ruin the moment…I absolutely told you so.”

“Ugh. I can’t deal with this right now.” Reaching her arms out, Sakura pouted as enticingly as she could. “Just take me to bed and fuck me, we can worry about replacing the counter tomorrow.”

“You know what? That is an excellent idea.” With a grin her partner stepped in between her legs and encouraged her to wrap them around his waist. Then he lifted her away from the carnage and turned for the hallway leading to their bedroom, whispering his plans to her as they went. By the time they reached the bed Sakura was already desperate for all the things he had laid out for the rest of their evening.

As it turned out, this hadn’t been nearly as bad of a date as she’d thought it was. She couldn’t wait for next week when it was her turn to plan their date night; this was going to be hard to top but Sakura was always up for a challenge.

#rae writes #commission #kakasaku #kakashi #sakura #fanfiction

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siriusstarx · 6 years ago

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Saint/Cardia and Ichika/Shiraishi?

Here’s Saint/Cardia! I will do Shiraishi’s tomorrow. ❤️ Many thanks!

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -

How long will they last? - Forever.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It is difficult to say. It could be that the spark was there from the beginning, though I doubt Saint could have articulated it. It grew steadily over time, with a lot of denial on his part. Cardia was drawn to him, but it was his understanding of her guilt about Elaine that made her love him.

How was their first kiss? - Hmm… likely quite pleasurable/painful for Saint, and confusingly sweet and alarming for Cardia.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Saint.

Who is the best man/men? - Lupin

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Shirley

Who did the most planning? - Saint. Cardia is pretty clueless about things like this. Saint is in his glory.

Who stressed the most? - Cardia. I think Saint stressed, too. But Cardia worried more about everything working out.

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. Saint was VERY much no expense spared, lavish, extravagant… buy the wedding venue… The only thing that would hold him back at all is that Cardia would feel uncomfortable if he went TOO far. The guest list wouldn’t be/wasn’t huge, but otherwise everything and anything.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - No one wasn’t invited. In canon, even the apostles were invited.

Sex:

Who is on top? - At first, Saint, absolutely. Although he would be open to playing either role if Cardia wanted later on.

Who is the one to instigate things? - OMG. Saint for a long time. He would truly be delighted when Cardia instigates sex, though. For her to desire him and to show him that she wants and needs him would be an incredible aphrodisiac for him.

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now. I think, due to Cardia’s inexperience, they’ll start slow. But once they get started, Saint will desire intimacy frequently, and Cardia will not be far behind.

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head. I cannot imagine Cardia as kinky. If Saint wants something mildly naughty he would be able to seduce her into doing it, but she’s capable of saying no if she’s not comfortable. I’ve thought that Saint could either have a lot of experience or none… I’m going with a lot. He’s seen and done most everything, but kink by itself would bore him. However!! I am absolutely convinced that he would love to have sex in inadvisable, dangerous and forbidden locations. It would add to to the thrill. Whether Cardia would be up for that is another story.

How long do they normally last? - They last until she’s satisfied. That’s that. He has a great deal of stamina. Truly… I doubt Cardia could ever reach the point where he is exhausted. Cardia takes awhile to warm up, but she is easily content.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - She has more than he does usually. He loves to give her orgasms. It makes him feel powerful and needed. If he’s feeling insecure, he’d probably be an overachiever in that way.

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. They’re gentle but thorough. They definitely have nights when the bed is rocking, but mostly they are both are very gentle, romantic lovers. Saint would really enjoy it if Cardia were vocal…. but I see her as being on the quiet side. He treasures the small sounds she makes. He’s pretty vocal himself, I think.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. Ahaha! YES!! it is absolutely canon that these two kiss and touch all the time. Both of them are intimacy starved. Both of them crave touch and warmth. Saint more so by far than Cardia. They would sleep wrapped around each other every night. He would kiss, hold hands, hug, and touch her in public without a second thought. Cardia has more decorum, but she enjoys his affection.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - This is an interesting question. Neither of them are exactly human, so it is a question as to whether they’d be physically capable of having children. I am pretty sure Cardia couldn’t normally, but perhaps with help it is possible. In any case, I’m leaning towards none, because I don’t think that’s the life they will lead. But if they did, it would only be one. Most likely a girl who would look eerily like Cantarella.

How many children will they adopt? - It would not impossible for them to take in an orphan somewhere on their travels.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Probably Cardia. But he would do his part if called on.

Who is the stricter parent? - Pretty equal.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Cardia. Saint has a poorly developed sense of what is dangerous.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - both.

Who is the more loved parent? - Probably Saint. He’d be the “cooler” parent.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: both.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Saint!!

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - These two? Both equally.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Saint, but once Cardia learns, they share pretty equally. Saint likes to eat out, though.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Probably Saint. He’s developed a more refined palate.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both together most of the time, but Cardia will volunteer.

How often do they bake desserts? - Pretty frequently. Cardia is fond of chocolate. Saint is an excellent baker.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Either. But I think they would both enjoy a fresh salad.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Saint, unless he lost track of time.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Definitely Saint.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - It’d have to be Cardia, but I think she’d be pretty cautious, so neither.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Probably Cardia because she’ll volunteer.

Who is really against chores? - neither. They are both fine with chores.

Who cleans up after the pets? - whoever notices the mess.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither .

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Cardia. She wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Cardia.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Saint. But once Cardia gets used to taking baths, she really enjoys them… and more often than not they take them together! Saint LOVES to bathe with Cardia.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Cardia.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Pretty much every major holiday. Saint loves to decorate for Christmas.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Just to know simple happiness.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Cardia. But it is very rare.

Who plays the most pranks? - Saint!! He is ever the mischievous trickster.

#code realize #code:realize #code: realize #saint germain #saint germain x cardia #cardia beckford #memes #this was way too much fun

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bearfeat42 · 7 years ago

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OMG WAIT THEIR ARENT AND FICS WITH SPECIAL GHOUL IN THEM! He's always left out 🐱

Here you go, anon :) This one is also for @dessa722, who aked me: “I need something Special Ghoul. Maybe Special Ghoul x Reader. Smutty, but a little sweet maybe. I will always have a soft spot for the goofy little guy who makes funny sounds, tried to talk with a bad Southern accent, and talked about strangling Canadian geese.”

I hope you’re ready for fluff.

Alpha and Omega both had ahand on Special’s shoulder. They went over the rules, even though he knew themby heart.

‘Never say anything that mightjeopardize the band.’

‘Never say anything that mightcompromise our trust.’

‘Never even suggest anythingabout our identities.’

‘Never show them your face.’

‘I know. I know!’ Specialsaid. He shook their hands off his shoulders, because not only did he know, hewas their spokesmen, their equal. He shouldn’t have to be reminded of theClergy’s policy every time they went out.

‘But seriously.’ Alpha turnedto him. Special shifted from one foot to another. ‘Have fun.’ The eyes behindhis mask smiled. Omega slapped his shoulder.

‘We want you to have fun.’ Heaffirmed. ‘Have a drink with us. Take a nice girl home. That kinda stuff.’

Special looked at his newbrothers, a little sheepishly. He had only been the one to give interviews, tostudy the band’s lore behind the scenes. Never before did he feel the need tomeet fans or drink with the others or go to an after party. Yet, tonight, hisbrothers had been kind, the show had been amazing, and the pope had basicallygiven him his blessing. Special swallowed hard as he stepped over thethreshold.

He thought he would be the oddone at the party, but his brothers were here for him all night. They drunk togetherand celebrated what felt like real and honest moments. And when Alpha took agirl in his lap, Water was dragging his arm around someone who had beensticking a tongue in the ghoul’s ear for the better part of the night, Omegatook Special aside.

‘What you want to do,’ Omegahad told him, quietly, as if their conversation was unique, or more so, asecret, ‘what you want to do is seek out a nice girl. They want you.’ he lethis hand dance around the room, as if to point at everyone there. ‘You are withthe band.’

Special blinked his eyes. Withthe band? He looked at his brother.

‘Come on.’ Omega said. Henodded his head to the bar, where two women were having a drink, looking alittle bored.

‘Ladies.’ Omega said. His voicesounded charming, and even though he wore a mask, the smile was noticeable fromhis eyes. Special hid behind him, not wanting to disturb the women, but theirbody language changed the moment the ghouls appeared at their side.

‘Ladies.’ Special repeatedOmega, and he gave the two of them a little bow. One of them looked at him asif she knew exactly what he was made off.

She agreed to join him backhome. He knew he had been charming, and he knew he liked this woman, but theentire way home he heard Alpha’s and Omega’s voices in his head.

‘Be gentle but be though.’

‘Don’t be too nice.’

‘Don’t spend the night.’

‘Don’t let her know if youlike her too much. We’re leaving this city in the early morning.’

He liked her too much. Heundressed her, slowly, as she held her dark brown eyes on him. It was as if sheknew something more about him.

She raised her hands to hiscollar, but he unhooked her fingers from his clothes.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said. ‘I can’tshow you any of me.’

He lay her down on his bed.Because he couldn’t use his lips, he used his hands. He ran her fingers downher body. He worked slowly, because he felt her shiver in pleasure as hecircled her nipples, or ran his fingers down between her breasts. He squeezedthe flesh of her hips, and pressed down on her collar bones, her neck, madetraces up to her ears.

‘Ghoul.’ She moaned, spreadingher legs for him. He walked his fingers over her upper legs, traced the silverscars that had appeared there so suddenly once, when she was becoming a womanand her skin seemed more surprised by it than she was.

She touched him too. She hadher hands at his neck and shoulders, rubbed a hand around him, between hisshoulder blades and back to his chest.

‘I can see nothing of you?’She whispered. He locked eyes with her. Almost, he felt like giving in. Almost,he felt like tearing off his clothes, his mask. He felt he was being too sweet,too understanding. He would be leaving for a new city in the morning. Their eyecontact went on and on.

Then, he felt her hand againsthis crotch. He had felt his cock straining against his trouser for a while.Ever since he lifted her hair to unzip the zipper that ran over her back.

‘Not nothing.’ He whispered,feeling his breath stick against the inside of the silver mask. He opened hispants, and stroked himself, hovering over her, making her look at him. He wasabout to have sex with a groupie for the first time, and god, it was going tobe missionary, fully clothed, and with a woman he already knew he couldn’t getout of his mind. He could already see the disapproving faces of his brothers.

She grabbed his cock too, strokingit, hooking a leg over his hip.

‘Special ghoul…’ shewhispered. ‘It’s okay. I want you.’

Her lips parted a little whenhe shifted on top of her. She watched him through lidded eyes. It felt as if heonly now believed she wanted him. As if he only now believed he was with theband.

He unceremoniously pressed hiscock inside her. She whimpered, innocently. He wished their position wasn’t asintimate as it was now, because her face was full of expression, lust,hope. He knew he would be dreaming ofthe way she arched her brow for the next couple of weeks. He fucked her slowly,because he saw it pleased her, and she felt so good around him. Her body waswarm and pulsing under him. He watched how her breasts and body moved on hisgentle thrusts. He used his hands again to touch her skin. He licked his lips,whishing he could taste her and kiss her.

Shift, he thought. Change position. But he ran his fingerover her shoulder, looking her in the eye, as he felt her body contract aroundhim. He moved a hand into her hair and under her head. Her mouth opened wider,as if she wasn’t expecting this love making either. He was enthralled byfeeling her, finally moving faster. Feeling his passion, her breathingquickened. She came, unexpectedly to him, but it was a real orgasm. He felt itin her body. He came too, following her, lightheaded and warm in her embrace.

He let himself fall next toher, almost ashamed at how simple and uneventful he had made her night. He knewthere wasn’t a story to bring home, something to brag about to his brothers.But he felt so full. As if he didn’t know nights with semi-strangers could feellike this.

‘Ghoul.’ She whispered. She rolledon top of him, pressing him down, making his body feel wanted. Her eyes dartedfrom green eye to green eye. It looked as if she wanted to say something tohim. Her hand softly cupped his head, the other moved to his neck. Closing hereyes, she placed a gentle kiss on his silver mask, where the mouth should havebeen.

‘If I close my eyes…’ shewhispered. Her eyes fluttered shut. The fingers in his neck moved to his jaw. Surely,she worked her fingertips under his mask.

He grabbed her wrist,apologizing again. She placed the other hand over her eyes.

‘I don’t intend to take itoff. She said.’ She pressed on, and he let her, because he believed her. Her fingertipssearched, tickling his chin. Then, finally, they found his lips. She felt howthey were full. Warm when he breather against her. He licked her, she searchedout the shape of his mouth and nose.

Then she placed her index- andmiddle finger over his lips. It was a kiss. They both felt it.

‘Don’t spend the night.’

Special ghoul fell asleep inher arms.

#300 challenge day idk tbh #fics #Dessa got lucky she sent me the ask yesterday #Good thing I was already thinking up a Spesh fic #keeping it up #hope you like!#Special Ghoul #ALL OF THE FLUFF #ghost fanfiction

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The Boys Kinks

multiple rounds

spanking (giving)

missionary

blindfold (giving and receiving)

Food kink

Mirror Kink

Light Bondage (giving)

Toys (giving/receiving)

Oral (giving/receiving)

Shower/Bath Sex

dom

strip teases, maybe even pole dancingwould be really interesting foreplay for him

roleplaying x100

teacher-student roleplays would be one of his favorites (it’s a sun in the 9th house thing)

being called sir, seeing his partner in a scandalous little school girl outfit, punishing them for not completing an assignment on time; all play into his dom tendencies

this man lives for lingerie. and the classic feminine types. pink, lacy, frilly. major turn ons

fucking his sub while they keep a pretty little ensemble on, all he does is slide their panties to the side and deliver some good dick? even bigger turn on

like i said, the visuals would just drive him insane

definitely this placement + his cancer mars i can see lots of body worship and praise.

what better way to bring art into the bedroom than some good old food play?

combining his two favorite things (sex and food) and getting the visual of you spread our for him, chocolate or whipped cream adorning your skin, believe

definition of gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets

dirty talk. mercury rules communication. his scorpio mercury he has a way with words that can wreck you

lovesss pet names. abuses of them in the best way

i honestly cannot see him using degrading terms towards his partner

“kitten” “princess” "angel“ ”babydoll“ all whispered right into your ear with a raspy, saccharine tone

such sweet names, but the way he uses them is anything but sweet

”i want you on your knees for me when i get home, kitten. is that understood?“

”did my princess think i was going to let her cum? aww, that’s too bad. you look so pretty when you cry, though.“ (he says tauntingly, right before wiping their tears away because he is a sweetheart)

let’s just start a little list of his favorite things shall we:

orgasm denial. he just loves seeing how frustrated and desperate you get after being edged for hours. loves hearing you beg for him

he’d bring it into public as well, riling you up during an important company dinner and still teasing you at home

”such a needy little thing, aren’t you. be patient little one, daddy will take care of everything.“

fingering. i’m convinced there’s some magic in those special fingers of his and he knows how to use them

we can’t forget the thirst for control that’s typical of this placement

all of this leads me to believe he has two sides to him in the bedroom

fun, playful, lighthearted.

he’s intense, but also extremely patient and understands his sub’s limits.

even through the naughty lessons he teaches his sub (and he’s a sag so trust me there will be many) he’s truly soft to the core

dADDy

spanking (giving)

dom

hair pulling

anal (giving)

light choking (giving)

that man has definite daddy potential, though i’m not absolutely 100% sure he’d be into it.

i totally think though, that he’d be really into the ideas of orgasm denial and overstimulation.

there would be ways to get you there – toys, even just fucking you, but i don’t think he’d want to do that. he’d want to use his mouth. that boy has his tongue out all the god damn time, it is not far off to me with the idea that he’d love kissing and licking his way down your skin before he finally starts eating you out, teasing you with slow licks and gentle kisses before you’re fingers are digging into his scalp, pulling him closer to you while you’re practically begging for him to just fucking get on with it.

he’d smirk before finally going to town, bringing you there and you’re saying you’re close, and the second you do, the second your thighs start to clamp around him he pulls away. you whine, and he waits a little bit before he ravages you, repeating the process over and over until just the simple brush of his lips has you writhing.

Biting

Scratching

Wants his s/o to ride him

Ass slapping/spanking

He’d be very much into calling you a whore, telling you how filthy you are.

I also see him having a bit of a sadistic side, more specifically, this guy is either going to put you through orgasm denial or force you into multiple orgasms and over stimulation until you’re just about sobbing and begging him to stop, there is no in between.

He’d love using his fingers on you, while his other hand pinned you down so you couldn’t squirm. He’d love using his tongue, and I bet he’d be damn good at it.

He would be the type to fuck you to his mixtape if you asked him to. Also, phone sex while he’s away would be a must…he has the voice for it. I DARE you to think about it and then come back and tell me it’s not hot as hell.

Additionally, he loves to be called oppa, so if you’re younger you can use that to your advantage. Basically, prepared to get dominated and completely destroyed

public teasing, he’ll pretend to hate it and he’ll kick you off your vibe but he’ll show you that he hasn’t forgotten what happened as soon as you get home.

(fuckin good sexter, won’t send you weird dickpics but he’ll be hella descriptive when he gets your pics)

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dom/sub

oral (giving)

nipple play

thigh riding

daddy/sir

threesome

so yeah: threesomes, group sex, and orgies

the more the merrier!, i can totally see hoseok inviting another member into the bedroom like it’s nothing 👀 (cough yoongi cough) in fact, watching their partner have sex with someone else is a turn on for many, and i’m sure hoseok wouldn’t mind indulging in that from time to time

”my cock alone just isn’t enough is it? you need two cocks filling you up, stuffing your pussy and pretty little mouth. what a dirty girl you are, y/n.�� oh did i mention dirty talk, because dirty talk. he has no shame in letting you know of the filthy thoughts on his mind, in explicit, raunchy detail, and all with a smirk on his face

he’s quite the harsh dom. he definitely enjoys the enjoys the rougher side of sex

can go for hours, isn’t satisfied without multiple rounds and giving his partner multiple orgasms. these placements also make him inclined to dabble in more risky acts

first being choking. this is a kink i’m convinced he has.

next is a big one: public sex

loves the thrill of it and the risk of being caught spurs him on even more and with how insatiable his sex drive is, it’s something that would occur frequently

listen this boy is dtf any where and any time. in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, you name it

the type to excuse you both to the restroom in the middle of a business dinner, and fuck you only a room away from the entire company, covering your mouth with his hand to muffle the whines you let out because of his unforgiving thrusts ”you wouldn’t even care if someone walked in right now and caught us, would you? hmm?“ ”do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? then stay fucking quiet, baby girl.“

lovesss using toys on his partner vibrators, dildos, hitachi wands, plugs, and many more probably comes home with a new one every day a favorite concept his: toying with the controls of the vibe he left deep inside you in public. he’d find so much amusement in watching you splutter and squirm while talking to the rest of the boys as he cranks up the vibrations to levels that have you dangerous close to cumming (which, of course, is against the rules)

another favorite: mirror sex. he can’t let that brand new practice room go to waste! ”look how pretty you are when you’re getting fucked, baby. you love watching yourselves, mm? let me give you a good show.“ he says before picking up his already punishing pace…

Lap dances

Lip biting

Hickies

Phone sex

Teasing

Mutual masturbation

DADDY

spanking (giving)

choking (giving)

bondage (giving)

oragsm denial

this is a highly sexual placement which explains his well known interest in pornography and erotica

no question that this man is a whole dom. who most likely indulges in a daddy kink and bdsm elements

bondage, orgasm control, sensory play, , i can feel the intensity from here!

sex, to him, is a sacred act. after all, so much of his personality and drive is related to it

with his mars in a water sign and in a water house, an emotional connection with his partner is prefered to truly enjoy himself. he needs complete devotion, trust, and submission from his partner. he’s extremely possessive and i can see that tendency following him into the bedroom

jealousy flares up rather easily in him and he’d use sex as an outlet for it, a way to remind to his s/o that they belong to him and only him, something he has no problem doing

often says phrases/asks questions to reaffirm his authority

”no one can fuck you like i do.“ ”who does this pussy belong to? tell me.“ ”you’re mine.“

this leads me into another kink: hickies (primarily giving, although he wouldn’t mind one or two himself) marking his partner as his

he’d be discreet about it though. letting others know what he does in private with his partner is really off limits. he a freak he may indulge in the more…violent side of sex more than the others which leads me to one of his favorites: impact play nothing gets him quite as riled up as spanking (i mean he is an ass man) either with his hand, a paddle, belt, crop, you name it he revels in the feeling of your soft flesh warming up and growing redder under his palm, the trembles and whines he coerces from you, how you struggle to count through your hiccups and sobs in fact, this is a kink he actually confirmed

as you can see, he takes role as dom very seriously and does research to be the best one he can be

he appreciates the female body and sexuality. he loves him some curves! another one who i think would really like lingerie and strip teases during foreplay

wants to be visually stimulated as well physically in fact a lot of the act derives from mental pleasure. he enjoys being called daddy not just because it sounds hot, but also the trust and responsibility it entails the discipline and reward system of a dom-sub relationship is his favorite part of it always shows genuine care, love, and pride in his sub“ah, fuck, just like that. that’s a good girl..”

a member i can really see having interest in anal he would take it slow, staring with small jeweled plugs and working his way up. would be able to make it very enjoyable for the both of you another cancer mars soo…cum play

listen,,,he lives for creampies being able to finish inside, then seeing his cum drip out of you after a long, rough session? the possessive undertones of it? a concept. this one may seem like a no brainer but: kissing

hot and heavy make out sessions are a definite way to have him putty in your hands

I don’t think that he’d want to share you with someone, since he’s quite possessive of you, but he doesn’t hate the idea that some of the other members are watching you two have sex. would probably really enjoy it,

vehicular!kink. seriously. loves to do it in the backseat of a car

he’s all about in the bedroom, being in control

emotionally or physically

a bdsm king! (chimchim grey will see you now)

controlling his partners orgasms through edging, denial, overstim etc

teasing ! he’s torturous about it

restraints and bondage, but soft ones? think less handcuffs and more silk ties

angry, rough sex. . 99% of arguments end in taking out your frustrations in a different way

jealous sex ? not really a kink but a frequent occurrence.

mutual masturbation

(further proof of his dom behavior. he’s confident, proud, and likes to call the shots)

slight voyeurism/gaining pleasure from watching his partner get off

praise praise praise. he is all about it

always praising his sub! degrading praise ! !!

“you’re taking me so well baby. making your daddy feel so good. such a good little slut for me.”

also loves to receive praise as well. not only through words, just moans and whimpers of pleasure that let him know he’s making him partner feel good gets him g o i n g

not afraid to ask for it tho

“does this feel good, baby? is daddy making you feel good? are you gonna cum for me?”

intense. unwavering. eye contact.

body worshipppp. lathering every inch of his partner’s body in kisses and attention? sign him tf up

speaking of kissing ? hot makeout sessions >>>

aftercare!!! one of this favorite parts of sex

listen he may be a big masochistic strict dom but at the end of the day he’s also a soft cancer rising boy with the biggest heart and a natural instinct to nurture and spread love

especially after long, rough sessions where he’s pushed his sub to their limits (with their consent ofc) letting them know how good they were for him is a must

kissing every inch of his sub while he wipes them clean and whispers soft i love yous as they fall asleep in his arms

the dom we deserve

threesome

hair pulling

neck kisses (giving and receiving)

blindfold!kink, we all know why

for jimin too, begging!kink, but reversed. he’ll be the one begging. I mean, he’d be so needy in general.

collar!kink, but I’m thinking more of a chocker than collar here. so don’t think dog collars because, no lol)

nippleplay!kink , but this time, on you

obedience+disobedience!kink, whatever the mood of the day is, I guess

phonesex!kink. he’s gone often and for a long time, after all. and as I’ve said before, he’s needy

picture!kink, same as above, just a really needy boy who needs you to see how much he loves you and how you turn him on, just when he thinks about you

teasing!kink, both on him, as well as on you

overstimulation

orgasm denial

hair pulling

biting

nipple play

praising (giving)

he loves long drawn out foreplay. he will take his sweet time to wreck you to him sex is a marathon not a race with. he has amazing stamina

and can hold off his pleasure for a long timebecause of this, i can see him really enjoying giving his partner multiple orgasms before even shedding his immaculately styled clothes is very in tune with their senses, so a good atmosphere is important to him

jazz music playing, sweet aromas, dimmed lights with candles, that sensual vibe

this sounds like a no brainer, but he would get off on a lot physical contact

loves the feeling of skin against skin, the primal noises of grunts and moans

dry humping? yes. dry humping in silk clothing and sheet? yes

massages beforehand would definitely put him in the mood. once again, the feeling of skin on skin, rubbing, caressing, he craves that like i mentioned before, the primal, even animalistic side of sex gets him going. i ponder that this is could come from all of that earth influence.

he’s not afraid to get rough biting? oh yes. it’s a habit he can’t resist doing and also enjoys having done to him as well s c r a t c h i n g

waking up and seeing his broad back littered in marks and scratches from his lover would have him ready for another round right then and there the 2nd house rules the throat, making that area one his his sweet spots giving and receiving hickies

and not neat, tiny ones. i mean huge, messy splotches that make the members and his poor stylist shudder in fear while he just smirks because honestly if you’re not all marked up at the end, the sex just wasn’t good enough, right?

neck/collarbone kisses melt him

rules the senses. he would really love sensory play either sensory deprivation (blindfolds, earmuffs, etc)or overstimulation (forced orgasms, etc)both play into his need for control almost always dabble in some form of bdsm/control play. sex is either about gaining and asserting control, or relinquishing it completely this, leads me to believe he’s a switch (with dom preference)going back to “animalistic”… yeah, you knew it was coming: pet play

collars, leashes, tails/ears. his not-so guilty pleasuresand i think it’d be pretty equal. he’d love calling his partner his “pretty little kitten” and making them purr for him, but also wouldn’t mind being a pretty pup for them as well…

Switch, mostly dom

Oral (giving and receiving)

Skype sex

Lip biting

Dry humping

Lingerie kink

Dirty talk

Overstimulation

Hickies

his sensitivity to touch and his surroundings may be the most acute out of all the boys

certain smells and fragrances could be enough to get his heart racing

setting a hot and heavy mood is everything

a daredevil risky sexual activities would turn him all the way on

this aspect also gives him insane stamina and energy. you’re in for a wild ride

any position that displays his strength is a favorite of his

wall sex

shower sex

standing up sex

the more dangerous the better! (the burn in his arms/thighs while fucking you would really get him going)

thigh riding. knowing his all he has to is flex those glorious muscles to get someone off? major turn on. he might even enjoy it more than his partner

like tae, sensory play, but more extreme in his case. and he would like receiving it more

“for anyone dating jungkook, keep in mind he likes torturing his senses”

overstimulation. forced orgasms. all. receiving.

he wants to be pushed to his limits until he’s in tears and exhausted okay

(if you haven’t noticed yet, he’s a sub. as subby as it gets.)

femdom/dominatrix!

speaking of his pluto in the communication ? idk if that’s truly a kink but he has it

sounds simple, but nothing gets him going more than being praised and told what a good boy he is

or being made to verbally say his desires in a shaky, whiny voice ? yes

“i-i, please just-” “please what? use your big boy words, kookie.”

someone with a really dominant/attractive voice would turn him on

which leads to: phone sex

also: guided masturbation

a concept: frustrated kook calling his dom while he’s away on tour, whining that he can’t get off without the sound of their voice

note: i do think occasionally, when he’s riled up enough, he can dom and oh boy will he gladly dish out everything he’s taken and more

spanking (giving)

tHiGh riDINg

riding

not care too much about the whole dom+sub thing, I think whatever he’s in the mood for that day is going to decide whether he’s the dom or the sub.

loves to leave love bites, but not bruises. marking you as his, is one of his favorite things to do

oral sex!kink (is it even? idk lol). I just think that JK would be really into oral sex, giving and receiving facesitting!kink :’)

nipple play

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