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chillassimagines · 4 years ago

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New Experiences (CNCO Smut Preference)

(REQUESTED)

[ calling the boys d a d d y and s q u i r t i n g for the first time ]

JOEL:

“Come here!” You jumped up from the sofa and ran at Joel. Running into his arms made you feel a happiness you’ve only felt when he returns to you.

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.�� He spoke softly in your ear while swaying your bodies back and forth.

“I’ve missed you too and I love you so much.” You pulled your head from on top of his chest to lean up and kiss him.

“And I love you...but don’t think I forgot about that photo you sent.” He gingerly grabbed your chin in his hand to maintain eye contact with you. Before he got on his flight to come home, you sent a very racy photo his way. Joel recalled being slightly rude to the Uber driver about hurrying up, which he hated that he did it, but he needed you.

“It was a little motivation to come home to me...as soon as possible.” You gave him a huge grin as you laughed mischievously.

“Well, I’m here, Mami.” He leaned down to press kisses onto your neck.

“And I’m ready, Daddy.” You bit your lip, praying he would react well. You wanted to try it when he returned, hoping the photo would smooth it over well. You heard a sharp inhale of breath right next to your ear.

“Well, after that, I don’t think you really are ready.”

“Fuck, Joel, please! Let me cum!” You begged him as he thrust his fingers inside of you once more, hitting you right where you needed it.

“Who?”

“Daddy, please, let me cum. I’ll do anything.” You whimpered as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. At that, he pulled his thick digits away from you.

“Anything?” Joel asked, before suckling at his soaked fingers. You moaned softly while watching him and nodded.

“Yes, daddy.” He reached down and grabbed your wrists to move them above your head.

“Don’t move your hands and I’ll let you cum, okay?” You nodded quickly in agreement, making him chuckle softly. His lips lowered to your naked abdomen, slowly kissing down to where you were throbbing and aching for a release.

“Please hurry.” You cried softly, feeling his cold cross necklace slide against your slit.

“I will, baby.” He pressed a wet kiss right against your slit before opening his mouth to delve his tongue in between your folds. His torture was slow and deliberate, making your hips buck up. Joel seemed to enjoy it as he grabbed the undersides of your thighs to press his face further into your heat. His tongue began its fast pace and there was no going back.

“That’s it, fuck!” You grabbed fistfuls of your own hair, wishing it was his, as your hips wildly followed their own accord in humping Joel’s face. He hummed loudly as he suckled on your clit. “Ah! I’m cumming, yes, daddy!” You damn near screeched as your high hit you like a truck. You felt an odd sensation in between your thighs, but the orgasm was too strong for you to focus on it. You arched your back up so high you thought you’d break it.

You suddenly felt Joel’s hands grab your breasts, making your attention switch to the man between your thighs. His curls hid his actions, but he appeared to be enamored with licking away every last drop of you. The hypersensitivity made your legs shake around his head at every movement.

“Joel, I can’t, you have to-fuck!” You gasped and your toes curled up so hard as he kitten licked your clit while looking up at you. You reached a hand down into his mess of curls and tugged. He never ceased his stare down as you threw your head back.

“Mami...you just squirted all over my face.” Joel spoke in a happy teasing tone. He kissed up in between your breasts to soon hover over you and look at you with a smile.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

ERICK:

“She is uh, my best friend, my “partner in crime”, y-I mean and, I can’t wait for you all to see her in the video.” Erick spoke at his laptop. You smiled at him in the corner of the living room. You had situated yourself onto a bean bag while Erick did his online interview during quarantine. You were beyond thrilled that the music video had been filmed before all this mess and that their second single to the new album would be released on time.

He glanced at you momentarily and you gave him two thumbs up with a smile. He returned the smile before looking back at his computer. Erick never thought he’d fall in love with someone whose first language was English and they had minimal experience with Spanish. However, you two make it work. Granted, his English skills are superior to your Spanish, and he’s only getting better with latin music inter grating into the United States charts. He does more English interviews and you’re always there to support and help him.

“Thank you! ¡Adiós!” Erick waved at his screen for a few seconds before completely shutting it. He sighed and looked over at you. You grinned and made your way over to him. You stood between his legs and ran your fingers through his hair.

“You did so well, bebé.” Erick’s hands made their way to your behind so he could pull you onto his lap.

“Gracias mi amorcito.” Your lips met, but Erick took it to a passionate level. “Te quiero.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled, knowing you had felt him harden underneath you.

“Really? I can’t tell.” You teased, brushing your nose against his.

“I can show you then.” He squeezed your ass and brought you to grind against his hard on. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Mmm, what do you want, Papi?” You brought one hand down to slide right underneath the waistband of his boxers. He grunted lowly.

“You.” He commanded, making you waste no time in undoing his pants and sliding them down his thighs. “Alto.” He demanded as you reached down to remove your light blue dress. You raised a brow.

“You wanna fuck me with my dress on, Papi?” You teased. He nodded and gripped the back of your neck to kiss you once more. You peeled back his boxers enough so he was free. Your underwear was non existent today, which Erick noticed after you lifted up your dress.

“Ándale, amor.” He ordered, bringing his hands down to your ass again. It was his favorite place for his hands to be. You slowly lowered yourself onto his length with a sweet sigh.

“So big, Papi.” You moaned right against his ear and bit down lightly on his neck. He grunted again before thrusting up into you, prompting you to move. You gripped the back of his head as you bounced up and down on top of him. His hands urged your fast pace on your ass.

“C’mon amor, puedes ir más rápido.” He reached under your dress and slapped your bare ass. You gasped in shock as it had pleasured you and made you even more excited.

“I’m close!” You whimpered reaching up with one hand to lower the neckline of your dress. No bra either. Erick was quick to wrap his lips around your nipple as you continued riding him like there was no tomorrow. “I’m gonna cum, Papi.”

“Not. Yet.” Your eyes widened. Erick immediately slowed your pace down with his grip on your backside. It was more of a heavy grind now.

“¿Por qué?” You whined. One hand of his came down in between your bodies and his thumb pressed right against your clit.

“Cause I said.” He challenged you with his eyes, but you wouldn’t dare. His lips returned to your nipple and softly licked it while resting his head on your other breast. His thumb however, sped up to an unforgiving pace.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned breathily. You had a deadly grip on the back of his neck as you fought your urge to cum. You had unconsciously begun to bounce up and down again, making Erick moan deeply against your breast, sending it straight to your core. “Please Papi, no más.” You pleaded, ready to cum all over him.

“No.” He simply stated. You whined and threw your head back, as he pinched your clit.

“Holy shit.” You gasped, loving the feeling of it. He smirked and scooted to the side before laying you down on the sofa. Your eyes widened as much as they could through your sex haze as he took your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust into you harshly and never let up after that. “Papi!” You cried which made him grab your hands and intertwine them against the arm of the sofa.

“You wanna cum, huh?” He asked. You nodded quickly. He smirked and let go of one hand, bringing his thumb back down to your clit. “Cum then, bebé.” You cried as he showed no mercy in his thrusts or his finger movements. You took your free hand to grip his neck and press his mouth to yours while you felt liquid gushing out of you. Erick pulled his swollen mouth back from yours quickly to look down in between you two. He groaned as he felt himself release inside of you, but he was so distracted by the fact that everything was glistening.

“Papi, you know what that is?” You asked breathlessly. He shook his head.

“It’s called squirting.”

CHRIS:

“Guess what day it is?” Chris asked in a sing song voice while wrapping his hands around your waist.

“I know what day it is, Christopher.” You laughed and cupped his face in your hands.

“The day we make my niño.” He grinned happily and you shook your head.

“What are you gonna do if it’s a niña?” You asked teasingly. He bounced his head side to side in faux thought, then shrugged.

“Tendré dos princesas.” You smiled with him and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

“You’ll be a daddy.” He raised a brow.

“I definitely already am.” You dropped your jaw.

“¿Cariño, tu piensas que no se? I saw your messages with Naomi.” You and your best friend, Naomi, may have talked about kinks you wanted to try on a few different occasions. None you’d ever been brave enough to bring up to Chris. You specifically remembered ‘Daddy’ being a frequent topic, because that’s the aura you received from Chris 9/10 times.

He was firm with what he wanted in the bedroom, but his aftercare, and when he wants to pleasure you? That’s a real daddy right there. His aftercare would always be inticing to you, because he’d find away to keep the sexual tension going, and sometimes that ended in another orgasm. When I say sometimes, I mean. Every. Single. Time. He loved to deny you orgasms, or give you so many you were jello.

“Chris, I-”

“No cariño, dime.” You gaped at him in awe for a minute. He wanted to go down this road and he was driving quite well. He definitely brought the bedroom voice out.

“Daddy...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Didn’t know how you’d react.” You cupped his face in your hands, while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You will be sorry.” He grabbed your hand from his face and used it to pin your body against the wall. His free hand unzipped your leggings so he could press his fingers against you through your panties.

“Do something...please, daddy.” He hummed and began rubbing soft slow circles onto your bud. You whimpered. “Más, por favor, Papi.”

“Me gustarlo.” He released your hand so his other could assist in pulling down your pants and panties. Chris got down on his knees and began kissing your thighs. “Bebé...eso es emoncionado.” He gripped the skin of your thighs in various places hard enough to create multiple hickeys.

“More?” You whispered out, hoping he would give you what you desired. He shrugged.

“I don’t know who you’re talking to.” He ran his pointer finger down your slit once. You shivered from his touch and whined.

“Daddy, I need more.”

“Good girl.” His lips wrapped around your clit, making juicy and wet noises he produced with his mouth. You fucking loved it.

“Oh my god, yes. Oh god, I love you. Yes, right there, right there!” You cried out and gripped his hair with a deadly force. His eyes were closed, but it made it feel so much more passionate. He didn’t need his vision to know how to make you feel.

“You want more?” He paused and asked, taking a breather.

“Please daddy.” He placed his thumbs on both your folds to spread them apart. His tongue slid into the middle and began flicking your clit back and forth. “I’m cumming, right here, right now!” You cried as you released. You took a deep breath, but Chris was already on his feet, grabbing your hand, and leading you back into your bedroom for the rest of the night.

“No listos, cariño.” He removed his top and you felt the need to do the same. He also removed his pants and boxers in one go. You loved to be naked in front of each other, it fueled the sexual desire for you both.

“Cómo?” You gestured to the bed. Chris took both of your hands in his.

“On your back. Legs wide for me, mamita.” Chris would call you every name in the book to get you worked up. He turned you around so your back faced the bed. You sat down on it and Christopher let go of your hands as you situated yourself. His eyes never strayed from your body. “We’re making a baby tonight.” He spoke confidently and crawled on top of you.

“Please daddy.” You felt ready for another round with the way his eyes ate you up.

“You want me?” He asked, trailing his fingers down your thigh and hooked his hand underneath it.

“Yes, so bad. I need you inside of me...cumming inside of me.” You brought a hand up to cup his face while his other hand followed his previous actions. You felt his member press right up against you.

“Mmm, I guess that can be arranged.” He slowly pushed himself all the way inside of you, making you both let out long simultaneous groans of pleasure. He began rocking back and forth inside of you, using your legs for more leverage for deep thrusts.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered out, digging your nails into his chest. He hissed through his teeth.

“Not so hard, mami.” He spoke firmly. You immediately let up, not wanting a prolonged orgasm.

“You just, you fuck me so well, Daddy. It feels, so good!” You cried at the end as he hit your favorite spot.

“Mmm, mami, right there, huh?” He grunted as he purposefully hit it again, making you beg for more.

“Yes! Faster, Daddy, please!” Chris did not disappoint. The sound of skin slapping together at a harsh pace soon followed your request. He hit it. Every. Time.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Y/N.” He panted out to you. You nodded and brought his face down to yours with both of your hands.

“C’mon, Daddy. Baby, cum.” You cooed to him, nearly closing your eyes at the intense pleasure. With two more harsh smacks of his skin against your own, he stilled deep inside of you.

“Shit.” He whispered, pressing his wet forehead against yours as you felt the pressure of his cum spread inside of you. You felt Chris lift your legs while staying inside you. You smiled, knowing he’s read one or two things about conception. “Te amo.” He whispered to you.

“Te amo, Chris.” You leaned up slightly to press your lips to his softly. The delicate kiss turned naughty when Chris’ lips suckled on your bottom lip. You moaned, prompting Chris to slowly thrust inside of you.

“I need more, mami.” He whispered against your lips. You smiled once more, knowing Chris’ stamina was not a short one.

“Take it, Daddy.” You nipped at his upper lip teasingly. He grunted in response to you and lifted your legs even higher to rest on his shoulders. You crossed them behind his neck, making sure he couldn’t lean back up away from you.

“I will.” His hands dipped under your back and made his hands grip your shoulders. He began rocking your bodies back and forth together. The temperature increased due to your close proximity and it made it so much more intimate. Sadly, you felt your orgasm coming so soon.

“I’m gonna cum, Chris.” One of his hands abandoned your shoulder and reached down between your hot bodies. “Fuuuck.” You sighed, your eyes rolling into your head while his thumb attacked your clit mercilessly.

“Cum for me, mamita.” His lips latched onto your neck, no doubt creating a bruise. You gasped, feeling like you couldn’t breathe as you began your release. You scratched at his back, making him thrust quickly into you. You kept trying to find air to inhale, but it felt like there wasn’t any. “Mami!” He hissed, but you ignored him and everything, not being able to open your eyes from their current state.

You felt him pull out of you, making your release your nails from his skin, and your legs falling limp on the bed. You finally felt yourself being able to control your eyes and opened them. Chris was staring in between your legs and at his hand.

“Chris?” You called for him, still trying to recover from an unforgettable orgasm.

“Y/N, you came, like everywhere.” You looked down between your legs and observed his glistening hand.

“Oops?” He chuckled and licked his hand.

“I’ll run the bath for us, huh?” You nodded with a lazy smile, unconsciously resting your hand on your stomach.

ZABDIEL:

“¿Hey, tú quieres comida, bebé?” You asked Zabdiel while he was laid on the sofa in his boxers and a tank top, watching a telenovela.

“¿Cómo qué?” He looked up at you, abandoning his eyes from the screen. You always appreciated that about Zabdiel. If he was talking to you, 99% of the time he’d dedicate his attention to you.

“No sé.” You laughed and he joined you. “Pero, puedo hacer algo.” He hummed and reached out his hand for you to take. You placed your hand in his and he led you around to the front of the couch. He pulled you on top of him and you chuckled in confusion at his odd actions.

“No sabemos que queremos, amor.” You hummed, mocking him, and leaned your head down on his chest.

“We can just cuddle then till we decide.” You began adjusting yourself till Zabdiel’s hands shot down to grip your waist.

“Alto, bebé.” Your eyes widened when you realized Zabdiel was growing hard under you.

“Oh shit, my-“

“We can do something besides cuddle, amor.” His hand ran over your hair softly. You looked up at him to find a little grin on his face.

“Zab, I’m hungry.” You whined.

“So am I.” He winked and stuck his tongue out. If your eyes could get bigger, they would have.

“¿Tú quieres...?” You trailed off, unsure. One of his hands lowered to your ass and gave it a little pinch, making you jump.

“Mucho.” Zabdiel had never, ever eaten you out. It was just something that hadn’t been prompted yet in the bedroom. “Pero...aquí, mi amor.” On the couch?!

“We can go to the bedroom-"

“No quiero. Ahora, bebé.” He gestured to you, and you knew he meant business. You began unbuttoning your jeans and stood up to be able to pull them down. Zabdiel didn’t move an inch which made you very confused.

“Zab, I need to lay back.” You spoke, slightly timid. You were nervous, truth be told. He shook his head and pointed to his lips.

“Right here.” He wanted you to sit on his face?!

“O-Oh.” You slowly peeled off your panties to join your jeans. You stepped closer to the couch and Zabdiel shook his head.

“Top. Off.” He ordered. You bit your lip and removed your top, revealing your bare breasts. “Hmm, no bra?” You felt very cheeky in that very moment.

“¿Te gusta, Papi?” You winked playfully, expecting Zabdiel to laugh. However, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Get up here, Y/N.” You nearly passed out at his dominance. Your shaky leg hooked over past his shoulder on the fairly wide couch, allowing your other knee to rest on the opposite side.

“Say it again, amor.” His hands came down to your hips and rubbed soft circles into your skin.

“You want me to say...Papi?” You questioned. He nodded and pulled you up to his lips. He looked up at you expectantly. “Papi, please.” You spoke softly, bring your hand down to run your hand through his blonde hair.

“Así, amor.” You watched his tongue exit his mouth and connect with your heat. You inhaled quickly at the sensation. Your hand instinctively gripped at his hair as he continued exploring you. It’s one thing to do it with his fingers or even just his member, but it’s another when he uses his tongue and his eyes up close and personal.

“Papi, más por favor.” You whimpered, tilting your head up towards the ceiling. One of Zabdiel’s hands landed with a harsh smack on your ass, making you jump.

“Look down here, mi amor.” You followed his order and maintained eye contact with him. It made the ordeal so much more intense and dare you say, naughty. His lips latched onto your sensitive nub and proceeding to nibble softly with his lips, making you moan like a porn star.

“Papi, I’m close! Fuck, just like that, Papi. Yes!” Your hips began gyrating against his face and he seemed to bask in it. His moans caused vibrations to go right towards your pending orgasm. His dark eyes never left yours and when you found yourself wiggling your head around his never faltered.

“Don’t cum.” Your jaw dropped in simultaneous pleasure and shock.

“Papi, please, I-” Zabdiel plunged his wet tongue into your even wetter hole. You cried out as he thrust his tongue quickly. Your hands released his hair and gripped the arm of the sofa. “Zabdiel, I’m gonna-” And just like that you found yourself laying on your back.

“What did you just say?” Zabdiel asked in a dark tone. Your eyes were wide but also the sensations he left on your core were still going, so you weren’t all there.

“I was, I was going to cum.” You mumbled, making him reach up to your nipples.

“Papi, doesn’t want you to cum yet.” He pinched both of your nipples making you gasp.

“Okay, okay! I won’t till you say!” He leaned down to softly suckle at each of your nipples, relieving the pain.

“Niña buena.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips to which you responded eagerly. He pulled away a little too soon for your liking.

“Papi.” You whined, making him chuckle.

“¿Tú quieres más?” He leaned his forehead on yours, but not yet allowing your lips to meet.

“Si, Papi. Por favor.” You leaned up and a Zabdiel met you halfway. His kisses were to die for and they made you melt like dulces carmellos. You moaned into the kiss as Zabdiel began grinding his hips against your bare core. He of course was covered by his boxers, but his bulge made it damn near impossible to tell.

“You wanna cum, amor?” He asked before bringing his kisses to your neck. You allowed your hands to wrap around his back and your legs followed suit.

“Yes, faster Papi.” You gasped as he immediately obliged, pressing right against your clit everytime he moved.

“Dámelo amor.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his words prompted your orgasm.

“Fuck!” You cried as the orgasm felt so much more intense than ever before. Zabdiel pulled back from your neck and rose up, still sat on his knees to stare at his soaked boxers. He peeled them down his thick thighs to release his member.

“I don’t know what you just did, amor, but I’m about to cum inside of you.” With that he slid right into you.

RICHARD: (the moment you’ve all been waiting for and if you weren’t waiting for the best one idk why you thought daddy richard wasn’t EVERYTHING)

“It looks good, mami.” Richard ran his thumb over the skin next to your latest tattoo. Richard had been away during the healing process of your latest body art, so he was excited to get a real life close up of it. It was placed from mid thigh to your lower stomach. It was red line work of a dragon

“Gracias.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. Richard was lying down at the end of the bed while he was observing. His hand was holding up your shorts higher so he could examine the tattoo.

“No panties bebé?” He casually didn’t look at you and kept his focus on the body art. Your eyes widened slightly, totally forgetting you were ready for bed when Richard came home early to surprise you.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” You attempted to say just as casually.

“So if you did you would have put panties on?” His thumb trailed up your dragon in swirls and lines of the design.

“Uh, no, I mean, I don’t know. I would have kept my day clothes on, I just got dressed in this to sleep. It gets hot.” You rambled. You hated when you were awkward.

“You get hot down here, mami?” He looked up at you as his hand grasped at your inner thigh.

“Richard!” You whisper shouted. You had no reason to whisper, you just felt caught off guard. You should have expected him to be horny coming home, just not so witty about it.

“Say Daddy, mami.” His thumb rubbed your lower lips and you gasped quietly at his demand.

“You want me to call you Daddy...or Papi?” You bit your lip softly, looking up at him as he moved to hover over you.

“Daddy, bebé. If you call me Papi I won’t be able to stop.” He spoke before pressing his lips hastily to yours. You moaned against his lips as he submerged his thumb in between your lower lips to rub on your clit.

“Daddy, don’t stop.” Your jaw fell open as his thumb went faster. His lips moved down to assault your neck with kisses and purple splotches. His opposite hand went to the back of your head and pulled down on your hair. “I have a surprise.” You moaned, feeling your orgasm near you.

“What, mami?” He asked before nipping at your jugular.

“I’m on birth control now.” Richard stopped everything. He had begged and begged for a year for you to get on birth control. He was okay with waiting, but he still teased you about it. One time you let him do it without and it felt heavenly, thank god his pull out game was good. You swore that unless you went on birth control, which you were in no rush to do, that it couldn’t happen again. Sometimes while having sex he’d whisper to you,

“Remember how good it felt to have just me, inside of you mami?”

and you’d almost cave. But never since that day has he gone raw inside of you.

“Don’t lie to get your way, princesa.” He whispered lowly.

“I’m not, I promise.” Your hands reached to caress his face and tilt his head up so you could see his face. His lips were swollen and his nose was slightly blushed. He was an absolute passionate latin lover right out of the books and it showed.

“The best welcome home gift ever.” He said as he pulled your shorts off of your body. You laughed a little at his reaction and pulled his shirt off.

“Get naked, Daddy.” You teased him and proceeded to pull your tank top off. You were completely bare underneath everything and that seemed to motivate Richard to move faster.

“Did I ever mention how much I love you?” Richard spoke lowly, running his hands along your body.

“Eh. Maybe once or twice.” You smiled at him and he smiled back before giving you a kiss. “And I love you.”

“Wanna turn around for me, princesa?” Richard asked, running his nose along your navel. You turned over onto all fours and looked back at your man.

“I need you.” He hummed got adjusted on his knees.

“Louder, mami.” His hands squeezed around your thighs.

“I need you.” You spoke a bit louder. It didn’t seem to satisfy Richard though.

“You can do better.” You took an inhale of breath.

“I need you, Daddy, please cum inside me!” You cried out as he wasted no time in pistoning himself inside you. “Fuuuck.” You whined as a finger went to your clit while his hand remained gripping your thigh for leverage.

“You miss this like me, mami? This feeling of me fucking you how you like it?” Your eyes rolled up as the dirty talk turned you on like no other.

“Yes, daddy. I missed your cock.” Richard prompted filthy words to exit your mouth every time you two had sex. He made you feel so sexually liberated and wanted you to let him know how to please you. He dominated you with the purpose of being your only outlet of sexual necessity.

“You miss feeling all of it? While you throw yourself back onto me? No more fucking condoms.” He grunted loudly over the sounds of your skin clapping. Your grip grew tighter on the sheets as your clit was throbbing and your core was fluttering around Richard. You knew he could feel you contracting around him repeatedly. The noises exiting his mouth made it clear for you.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. Please let me cum.” You knees grew tired of helping you move back onto Richard, but he moved his hand from your thigh to your hair to pull back on it.

“Cum for me, mami. I want it all.” He kicked your thighs further apart with his own and rubbed at your clit with his palm making you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck! Papi!” You didn’t even comprehend that you allowed that to come out of your mouth, but when you said it Richard slammed his hips against yours agressively, making your ass seem like it was getting slapped repeatedly.

“Mami, fuck, look at that. You’ve made a mess now, bebé.” Richard moaned as his hand movements caused liquid to literally squirt out of you. Your vision went starry as your eyes most likely crossed so hard at this intense pleasure. You couldn’t even respond to him at this point. “Look at my messy girl, I love making you a mess, mami.” His hand gripped the front of your neck and moved his chest to cover your back.

“Papi...” You whimpered, feeling your entrance contract uncontrollably, triggering your sensitivity.

“Wait.” He demanded. His teeth grazed against your shoulder making you quiver. He moaned deeply in response. “Do it again, mami.” You felt a second orgasm assault your body and simultaneously felt the pressure of Richard’s cum coating your insides. “Shit.” He whispered harshly, squeezing a bit tightly around your neck.

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fluffysvt · 5 years ago

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“neji, calm down,” you practically beg, biting on your lip to stop a grin from spreading across your face. “if you would just let me finish-”

“in his car? you had sex in his car?” she whisper-yells into the phone. “holy crap, sis, i didn’t know you had such a wild side.”

you roll your eyes. “no we did not...” you glance around, double checking that you’re still home alone, “...do it.”

“sex, sweetie. it’s called sex.”

“okay fine! we did not have sex,” you huff in exasperation, cheeks aflame from how embarrassed you feel. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”

neji is quiet for a moment, clearly seeing (or, rather, hearing) that she had teased you a little too far this time. “i’m sorry, okay? i’m just really excited for you, that’s all. i didn’t mean to upset you.” her voice is so gentle you weirdly feel like you could cry.

“i just...” rolling onto your back, you blink back tears as you stare up at the ceiling. “i can’t help feeling guilty. is that normal?”

you can almost see neji raising an eyebrow. “guilty?”

you really wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole; at least that way you would no longer have to deal with this conversation. “it’s hard to explain. i don’t even really understand why i feel this way,” you frown. “in the moment i felt so... so confident, like nothing else mattered but him and me.”

“but now...?”

“now i feel like i did something wrong.” getting the words out was difficult, but you know you can be honest with neji. and, frankly, keeping these feelings to yourself has been tearing you up inside. “i haven’t answered his texts or calls all week.”

neji makes a noise of surprise, though she doesn’t comment right away. finally, after a beat of silence, she speaks calmly. “trust me, i know how you feel. when noel and i first starting doing sexual things, i almost hated myself for liking it. like i didn’t even have a right to make decisions about my own body.”

you find yourself nodding along to her words, one hand anxiously clutching the necklace around your neck. “but how did you get over that? when you told me you two had sex, you sounded so excited about it.”

"because... well,” she giggles a little, “because i love him, and he loves me. because he respects my body and my choices. we’re just always on the same page, you know?” when you don’t respond, she continues. “babe, i know this scares you. i know you’ve never felt this way about anyone, and your emotions must be all over the place. but you need to really ask yourself: do you trust him?”

“i-” your fingers subconsciously tighten around the J of your necklace. “yes. i do.”

about an hour later you're still laying with your eyes locked onto the ceiling, thinking. neji’s words won’t stop floating around your head. could you love joshua? is that even possible after knowing him for only six months?

or maybe six months is a long time. honestly, you don’t know; it’s not like you’re a professional on dating by any means. this is all new to you - so new, in fact, you can’t even tell how you should feel about things. not to mention the overwhelming shame of disrespecting not only your religion, but your family too.

you could scream, you’re so frustrated. sitting upright, you set your chin on your fist. then, without giving yourself a chance to overthink it, you tap call on the contact in your phone labeled ‘bunny 😚💞’.

he answers after the third ring.

“um, hello?” you nervously squeak into the receiver, mentally bracing yourself for whatever negative feelings he must’ve been harboring towards you since you began ignoring him a week ago. “joshua?”

everything is so still for a moment you wonder if he hadn’t answered in the first place; but when he does speak he sounds much more rigid than the relaxed, flirty boy you’d grown accustomed to. “you need something?”

you know you deserve his resentment after acting the way that you did, but it stings regardless. your throat nearly closes in on itself you’re so stressed, trying not to fumble with the phone while you swallow your pride.

“c-can we meet? i... we need to talk.”

there’s a faint shuffling, along with the jingle of his car keys. “are you alone? i’ll be there in five.”

joshua standing on your doorstep is definitely a sight you never expected to see, but here you are. the look on his face is basically impossible to read, though you shouldn’t be surprised. he seems to be an open book with discussing your feelings, but when it comes to his own it’s like the lid slams shut.

“hi,” you softly greet him, stepping back to let him in. you internally cringe as you lead him to your room, hoping he doesn’t look around too much to see all the crosses and jesus paintings decorating the house.

when you two get to your room, you shut the door for good measure before taking a seat on the bed. you mentally note how he elects to stand in front of you, keeping his distance with his arms crossed over his chest.

you know he’s expecting you to start since you invited him here in the first place, but it’s no easy feat as you steel yourself, avoiding eye contact with your head bowed.

“um,” you begin, voice shaking slightly. “how are you?”

his gaze hardens. “are you serious?” when you do nothing but blink back at him, he lets out a hollow laugh. “we hook up once and you ghost me for an entire week. now you want to know how i’m doing?”

“i’m sorry, joshua.” you duck your head again, staring at your hands folded in your lap. “i really, really am.”

"that's it? you brought me over here to say sorry? jesus, you have no fucking idea how worried i was." his words are rough and his voice sounds jagged around the edges. tears are pooling in your eyes within a few seconds, though he doesn't seem to notice. "what happened that day? did i hurt you? i thought you wanted to-"

you already can't take this. hugging your arms around your body, your vision blurs with tears. joshua stops midsentence, watching the way your shoulders quake. "i-i don't know what happened, okay?" you weakly defend yourself, voice wavering. "when i got home i felt so... ashamed. i felt dirty." as soon as you get the words out you cover your face with your hands.

joshua kneels in front of you, gently taking your hands in his. he sounds concerned when he asks, "you regret it?"

your heart lurches at the look on his face. mortification.

you shake your head and he brings your conjoined hands to his mouth to dust your knuckles with kisses. you take a deep breath to calm down a little. "at first i did. i had never been... touched like that before." there's a familiar flicker in joshua's eyes, though he doesn't make a sound. "i keep going back and forth on it, and i know it's not fair to keep you in the dark the way i did. i was just... confused. and scared."

"but you can't just run away when things are scary. relationships don’t work that way," his grip on your hands tightens ever so slightly, and your heart involuntarily flutters at his use of relationship. "do you not realize how much i care about you? talk to me, baby, i want to help you."

"help me what?" you cry, completely overwhelmed by how high your emotions are running. reaching out to him before sorting out your own feelings was a huge mistake. "you always ask me what i want but i don't know what i want. i don't even know how i feel!"

joshua parts your legs, hands landing on your thighs to hoist himself up until he's at eye level with you. "it's okay to not know, princess. you don't need to have an answer for everything, alright?" one of his hands comes up to your chin, holding you in place while his forehead falls against yours. "do you trust me?"

all the air in your lungs disappears suddenly, neji's words haunting you. ‘do you trust him?’

a tear escapes your eye, rushing down your cheek to meet joshua's thumb. "with my whole heart, bunny."

he smiles softly for a moment; that cute nickname seriously makes him weak in the knees. "honestly, i've never felt this way about anyone. ever." you scoff and blush simultaneously, trying to move away but his hand stays gripping your jaw. "listen to me, angel. i care about your feelings, more than my own. i would do anything to make you feel safe," he kisses one cheek,

"secure," the other cheek,

"loved," the lips.

and just like that, nothing else matters. his mouth moves slowly against yours, taking his time. your heart beats so hard you’re worried it might crack your ribcage, and when joshua ducks his head to kiss your neck his lips ghost over your pulse. he chuckles to himself, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over the heartbeat. “still scared?”

you don’t know why, but everything instantly falls into place; of course you trust joshua, how could you doubt it for even a second? he handles your mind, body and spirit with the utmost care, and he always wants to know what you’re thinking and feeling. he’s even considerate about your religious views, and he’s a satanist for god’s sake. you had let your insecurities and uncertainty rule everything, though he has been here throughout it all.

no, you are not scared anymore.

at least, not when he’s wrapping you up in his arms, rearranging the two of you on the bed so you’re laying with your back to his chest. he continues planting plush little kisses on your neck, patiently awaiting your answer.

his attention on your neck sends a shiver down your spine, the same warmth spreading through your tummy as the one you felt in his car. “i’m not scared now,” you tell him, smiling against the back of his hand before kissing it.

his nose nuzzles into the nape of your neck. “good. can i ask you one more thing?”

your head turns to look at him over your shoulder expectantly. “yes?”

“do you still regret that day? in my car.” he chose his words carefully, you can tell. nonetheless your face gradually starts to burn. he hurriedly adds, “i’ll understand if you do.”

“i thought i did at first, but... it was just hard to accept that i wanted something different from what i was raised to want. does that make sense?”

he hums in affirmation. “don’t worry, angel. these things take time,” he shifts impossibly closer, resting a hand on your lower abdomen. “i just want you to remember what i said about deciding what’s right for yourself.”

“i know,” you mumble. propping yourself up on an elbow, you turn your head and capture his lips in another soft kiss. joshua shudders in surprise, unfamiliar with you taking the lead. you really can’t help it, though - everything about him is simply addicting, and you want more.

the hand that had been resting on your tummy falls to hem of your shirt, fingertips drifting beneath the fabric to graze your bare skin. you sigh softly against his mouth as your mind replays that night in joshua’s car. remembering the way his mouth felt hot against your neck, his hand dipping between your legs to please you in ways you never imagined were possible.

the mere memory of it has you helplessly clenching your legs together. “um, josh...?”

“mm?” his velvety voice is even deeper than it was, and he continues placing small pecks on your lips until you speak again.

“i...” two of your fingers reach up to press against his mouth, halting his ministrations. he gives you his full attention, dark eyes piercing your own. “i want to try it again.”

he has a puzzled look on his face, though it only lasts for a few seconds until your intentions fully dawn on him. “fuck, baby,” a pink, blushy tint adorns his cheeks, completely contrasting the color of his eyes as he watches you carefully. “are you sure? last time...”

nodding firmly, you tell him honestly, “i’m ready, bunny, i promise.” you kiss him again to drive it home, and your lips vibrate a little from the small moan that escapes him.

that’s all the pushing joshua needs to get to work, sitting up against your headboard. he pulls you between his legs, holding your back to his chest once more before his palms return to their previous position under your shirt. “can we take this off, baby?” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. not trusting yourself to speak, you shyly nod.

you almost forgot you were already braless, and by the time your shirt falls to the floor you can feel joshua’s smirk against your hair. however, the smile falls from his face when he hooks his feet under your ankles, spreading your legs open in front of him. he exhales sharply, feeling down your chest with one hand as the other reaches down to pull your pajama shorts to the side.

“oh,” he bites his lip and suddenly his hand is around your throat, tilting your head to make you look at him. “no underwear either? my little angel is so naughty,” he tsks, slipping two fingers into your mouth. “now be a good girl and suck.”

you obey immediately, unable to ignore the dull throbbing blooming between your legs. your thighs are already trembling and he’s only getting started.

his free hand begins caressing your inner thigh and the small shapes he’s drawing across your skin dance closer and closer to where you need him the most. a weak moan leaves you, muffled by the fingers in your mouth, and joshua’s growing hard on brushes your lower back. with the way you’re responding to his movements, it was only a short matter of time before he got very worked up.

“you want me to touch you again, baby?” he practically pants as he removes his fingers from your mouth, stopping for a moment to admire the way they glisten in the darkening room. you can’t help grabbing his wrist, dragging it down to the area he left exposed. without any warning he starts massaging wet circles into your clit, and you gasp for air. “does this make you feel good?”

the combination of his touch and sultry words has your head spinning. “y-yes, bunny, please!” you sound needy beyond belief but you couldn’t care less.

“more?” he nuzzles your cheek. as soon as you nod he wastes no time sinking a finger inside you, kissing the side of your neck when you yelp and grab at his wrist. “relax, angel.”

thirty minutes and an earth-shattering orgasm later, you lay in joshua’s arms, giggling as he covers your face in kisses.

he pulls away to look straight into your eyes. “how do you feel?”

“mm,” you jokingly tap your forefinger against your chin, pretending to think about it. “unholy, but good.”

he rolls his eyes but there’s a smile on his face. “you always find new ways to surprise me, baby.”

you’re just about to retort when the front door downstairs suddenly opens.

immediately, joshua and you both freeze in place. his facial expression morphs into one of fear, and he hastily whispers, “is that your parents?”

you nod, frantically scrambling off the bed when your mother’s footsteps echo off the staircase. “josh, quick, get under the bed.” he barely has time to respond before you’re tugging on his hand, nearly wrestling him onto the floor. “i’m so sorry, but she can not see you in here.”

he smirks, ducking beneath the bed. but not before you can hear him mutter, “fuckin’ christians.”

your mother opens the door without knocking, and you barely have time to snatch up the rosary off your bedside table when she steps inside. arms crossed over her chest, she skeptically gives you a once-over. “hi sweetie, your father and i are back from mass. what on earth are you doing on the floor?”

you swear you can feel perspiration gathering on your back, anxiously beaming at her. “oh, nothing. just praying.”

she smiles proudly, coming over and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “that’s my good girl. don’t let me stop you!”

“r-right,” you clench your teeth, racking your brain for something to say. “oh light of light, keep me this night and shed around me, thy presence bright...”

by the time your mother leaves you feel as though you could collapse. getting on your hands and knees, you peer under the bed to make eye contact with joshua - who has a hand down his pants.

you can’t help gasping, a hand coming up to your mouth as he groans out loud. his body stills for a second and then bliss spreads over his features, taking another moment before crawling out from under the bed.

you slap his shoulder. “joshua! you were touching yourself while i was praying?” your face pulses with heat and he laughs.

“what? i was bored,” he gives you a sheepish grin, inching forward on his knees to kiss you on the mouth. “and i kept thinking about the pretty little sounds you were making earlier-“

you slap him again, and you both have to stifle your giggles so your parents don’t hear. “you are crazy, joshua hong.”

he pecks your lips one more time, wrapping his arms around your waist. “you love me though.”

“maybe i do,” you blush when he looks down at you with a soft, fond smile. with one last nuzzle to your forehead, you start pushing him towards the window. “now go, or my mother will crucify us both if she catches us.”

“i know,” he shakes his head, swinging a leg over the windowsill. though he stops when he straddles the frame, glancing at you with devilish eyes. “so tomorrow, same time?”

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