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[paulkariyas]

↪ 01/15/2024 ― super bowl predictions ( @ nyrangers ) “ and who would be the best football player on the team? ” “ . . . kreids maybe? ” “ what position? ” “ fullback. ” “ truckin' people, i love it. ”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Omg! Love your biggest fan!! Are you still updating it? Like, where the world finds out it's them!? Can you imagine the chaos!!🙊

I don't think the world could find out with absolute certainty, there will just be rumours for the rest of their lives. It would be too damaging for their careers, family and probably their relationship too. But...there can be a little chaos.

Your Biggest Fan {3} || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, anal, angst WC: 2.4k One || Two || SMAU || Three

The Matriarch: We need to talk. Bring Lando.

The text left you cold inside and it was quickly followed with a dinner reservation at the yacht club. It had been two weeks since you deleted the Only Fans account. You had panicked when a picture of some unknown sub-reddit user showed up on your FYP, tagging Lando in it first and then you. You hadn't thought about how deleting it would come across to the people who had seen it.

"Relax, our faces were never seen," Lando assured you as he read the text message from your mother. "It's just, what's that word lawyers use?”

"Objection?"

"No," he snorted. "Heresy, herosy...hearsay, that's the one. The rumours will blow over, they always do.”

“Except these aren’t rumours, that was actually us.” You paced the room until he grew dizzy watching you and caught you around the waist, pulling you onto the couch with him. You squeaked as you fell back but his strong hands steadied you into his lap, and his beard tickled your neck.

“You’re stressing and I know just how to get you to relax.” The gravel in his voice and the hard length pressing against your ass had you wriggling closer and you leaned back so he could reach your lips. 

“Come on then, big boy,” you murmured against his lips as you dragged his hands down your body and between your thighs. “Show me what these magic hands can do.”

He chuckled darkly in your ear and ran his fingers over the seam of your jeans, pressing the material over your clit. “My fingers, my tongue, my dick. It’s all magic, babygirl.”

You used Lando as an escape, the orgasms he gave you freeing you from the compulsive thoughts that plagued you. He grounded you when he swept you off your feet, hooking them around his waist as he ground into you against the hallway wall. Impatient for more than just your kiss, he dropped to his knees and dragged your jeans down your legs. By the time you made it to the bed your legs were trembling and Lando’s chin glistened with the evidence of your orgasm. 

“Still stressing, love?” he teased as he pushed your knees back to your chest and paused a moment just to feast on the sight of your pussy begging for him. 

“Like you would not believe,” you giggled, “but you’re getting there.”

He curled two fingers into your cunt and pumped them a few times until they were coated in your juices. “I think this will definitely take your mind off things,” he rasped as he teased your ring, gently probing you one finger at a time. “You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

“Mhmmm,” you moaned as your tight muscle relaxed around his thick fingers. “Fuck that feels so good.”

“Just you wait,” he chuckled before reaching into the bedside drawer. The squirt of the bottle made you jump and the cold lube ran down your slit and over your ass, making you shiver at the change in temperature. “I’ll warm you up, babygirl.”

Lando ran his cock through the gel, his shaft teasing your folds until the tip rolled over your clit and you moaned at the sensation. “Haven’t even put it in you yet.”

You were going to tell him to hurry up when he pulled back and lined himself up with your ass. Slow, shallow rocks of his hips pushed the head against you, the swollen tip slowly spreading you more with each little thrust and you sighed at the heavenly throb beating in your core.

“More,” you begged as the thickest part of him pushed through the resistance and he froze. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, babygirl, just take it slow. I’m still going to fuck you real good.”

His thumb circled your clit as he kept easing himself deeper, pulling back slightly before driving forward. Your breath lodged in your throat when your bodies met, his hips hitting your ass, and his fingers gripped your thighs tight enough to leave bruises while he bit his lip.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Feel fucking amazing,” he moaned. 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the fullness of having him seated inside you but they quickly opened as he retreated from you almost completely before pumping his hips forward. “Holy fuck,” you cried as he dragged his cock along your tight walls, the sensation unlike anything your toys had given you. It was pure pleasure. “Harder, daddy, I can take it, please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he couldn’t think clearly enough to remember to be gentle. He had the same need you did and he was happy to give you everything you asked for. “Take it, babygirl, you take my cock so well. Look at it stretching your hole, feels good, don’t it?”

You could only moan incoherent answers as liquid fire ignited on your skin, a feverish flush spreading from curled toes to ears that were ringing. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pressure grew and Lando grunted as your walls tightened even more. You didn’t think you could peak any higher until two fingers curled into your cunt and found your g-spot too.

A scream tore from your throat as your body arched up beyond your control. You were a puppet and he was the puppetmaster playing with you. 

“Keep coming, keep coming,” Lando growled as his brows pinched together in concentration. “Want to feel you rain all over me, babygirl.”

His wrist worked his fingers over the magic spot and your cries fell silent as your mind shut down. The lightning that splintered your vision short circuited your brain and your breath shuddered with each spurt that gushed from your cunt.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he surrendered himself to his own release, filling your ass with his cream. “So fucking beautiful.”

Lando drove his McLaren to the yacht club that even he couldn’t get a membership for. Even in Monaco his McLaren stood out among the supercars but in the valet parking at the club it was just like every other car there. He hadn’t quite grasped exactly what being an heiress meant until that moment. It was one thing for him to never worry about affording a spontaneous holiday to a luxury island but he was just starting to realise your parents likely just bought the island.

For once, he felt a little out of place. He wished he could grab his hoodie from the car but there was a strict dress policy so he had donned a suit he usually saved for awards or galas.

"Did we drop you on your head, young lady?" your mother said the second you stepped into the private dining room, a ringed finger pointing to the two empty seats. "Only Fans, really?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," you lied as you sat down, Lando pushing your chair in before taking his seat. "You shouldn't believe the rumours."

"You think I don't know what your birthmark looks like? I gave birth to you." She turned her glare to Lando. "And you, how dare you put my daughter in that position."

He bit his lip and glanced down while you had to hide your laugh behind your hand. "Which position was that, mother? There has been quite a few."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned. "I should have sent you to Saint Katherine's Boarding School when I had the chance."

"Probably, but just imagine what trouble I could have had with a priest." You laughed as Lando pinched your thigh under the table. Reaching over to his thigh, you traced the inside seam of his trousers higher until he snapped his legs together and your hand was pinned between them.

"Enough, your little rebellious streak is over. You've had your fun but you need to stop now," she snapped. "Your father wants you in Switzerland where he can keep an eye on you."

"I'm not a kid anymore, you can't tell me what to do."

"I can if you want to keep a roof over your head, or have you suddenly got a job to cover your expenses for life in the real world?" You shrugged nonchalantly while Lando took a sip of his drink, but she continued. "Or will your boyfriend be happy to let you drain his bank accounts?"

Lando placed his water back on the table and draped his arm over the back of your chair, his fingers teasing the bare skin in your shoulder. He had been tempted to keep you tied to his bed when he saw the gown you wore, you had looked absolutely divine he wanted to drown in you. "I'm happy to provide for her," he admitted honestly. “It would bring me great pleasure.”

“You don’t need to do that,” you grinned wickedly at his double entendre. “I’m sure my face, or at least my last name, could make enough on Only Fans to cover our bills.”

Your mother’s face dropped and she fidgeted with the delicate gold chain your father bought her. “Is that a threat?”

“I don’t know. You kind of started that anyway,” you shrugged. “How did you find out anyway?”

“It is our business to know what is happening in this family, in case of damage control. When those photos came across my desk…I have never felt so embarrassed.”

You cringed at the idea of her seeing even the most tame stills that could have possibly been taken and you covered your heated face in your hands. “Tell me about it.”

“Good, at least you can feel some kind of remorse. That gives me hope you’re not completely ruined beyond repair.”

You rolled your eyes as that ‘remorse’ quickly evaporated. If only she knew how ruined you were only hours ago when Lando was buried balls deep in your ass. You should have recorded it for all time's sake. “I guess I am fixable, yippy, so can we go now?”

“No,” she said as she reached under the table and pulled out a stack of documents. “I need you to sign these.”

You took the papers and saw it was an amendment to your trust fund. “What’s this?”

“That is your future and it is for you to decide what you do with it.” She took a sip of her favourite Bordeaux wine before continuing, the same tactics she used to fill you with dread when you were growing up. “Sign the documents and your trust fund and inheritance remain yours, but-”

“Here we go, stipulations,” you groaned. “Go on, what are they now?”

“Three rules. One, if a single new nude photo comes across my desk, then this gets burned. You will have nothing. Do you understand that? The clubs, the cars, the plane, the yacht, the apartment. Gone.”

You sighed and gave her a small nod as you reached into your handbag for a pen. “Yes, mother.”

“Two. No nude videos, private or otherwise. No streaming on Only Fans or any other porn site.” 

You didn’t correct her on the fact it wasn’t strictly a porn site. That probably wouldn’t go down very well so you kept your lips shut and nodded as you opened the cap off your fountain pen.

“I understand, no fun on camera.”

“This isn’t a joke,” she sniped.

“I know, I was serious,” you huffed as you reached for the dotted line. 

The nib rested on the thick paper, the cerulean ink staining the fibres as you started to sign your life away. “Three. You end this relationship now.”

The cursive lettering shot off the page as you tore your hand back. “No.”

“It is non-negotiable.”

You snapped the cap back on and shoved the pen in your bag. “Exactly, I am not signing that.”

“Don’t throw your life away for a boy, especially one that wants to treat you so…revoltingly. You are degrading yourself, honey.”

Lando’s hand had slipped away from your shoulders and you caught it before he could bury it in his pockets. “Don’t listen to her, I don’t.”

“And look where you are, hmm.”

“I could agree to everything else, but not that. I love him more than the clubs, the cars, the plane, more than anything you can offer me.” You rose from the table with your handbag, throwing a handful of cash on the table knowing it would piss her off. She loved to flash her unlimited black card.

Lacing your fingers with Lando’s, you smiled at him before sparing one last look at your mother’s pained face. “Just so you know, it wasn’t his idea. I was degrading myself way before he subscribed to my channel.”

“Is that supposed to endear me to him? Knowing that you were acting like a whore and he still decided to date you.”

“That’s enough. You don’t talk to her that way, it doesn’t matter how you are related,” Lando snapped as he tucked you into his side. “Come on, love, let’s go home. I’ll take care of you.”

“Here, you can keep it all.” You plucked your keyring out of the bag as you passed your mother’s seat where she remained frozen. She made no move to take the key to the apartment and the car that had been bought with your trust fund so you placed it on the empty setting where your father should have been. “Maybe one day I can lose the family name too.”

Lando grinned at the idea of replacing it with his. “How does Norris sound?”

You tested the name on your tongue as if you hadn’t already imagined spending the rest of your lives together. He was your forever person, you had known that for a long while. With a skip in your step you left the private dining room and all but raced out of the club. You tugged your hair out of the styled updo before tugging Lando’s tie off and capturing his lips while you waited for his car to arrive.

You were breathless and needy when you finally broke apart, the valet drivers looking away with pink cheeks. “Y/N Norris,” you hummed as you unbuttoned his top three buttons and bared some of his tanned chest. “I like it, big boy.”

His head dipped close to your ear as he growled quietly. “You have no idea what this is doing to me right now. I would very much like to bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you when you say that.”

“What? Big boy?” you teased, giggling when he shook his head. “I love you, perv.”

“Love you too, babygirl.” He took his car key from the man who had climbed out and slapped your ass with a grin. “Now get in the car before I get us arrested.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm VI

Alexia Putellas x Reader

*Smut: Dom!R, Sub Alexia, Top!Alexia, Bottom!R, Leash and Collar, Oral, Nipple Play, Strap-on, Strap-on Riding, Thigh Riding, Anal Fingering*

Summary: You take control

Having Alexia on her knees for you is not unusual.

It's actually quite common.

She looks up at you with this wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open with no thoughts but how to please you.

Usually, that is.

Right now, you can tell she's not settled well.

You hadn't been expecting it in the slightest. You had taken a long shift at the hospital last night and come straight from there to your office at the Barcelona training grounds to go through some paperwork.

That's when Alexia came in like a whirlwind, locking the door behind her and getting on her knees for you behind your desk.

She's not looking up at you like usual. She's not even looking at you at all. Her forehead is pressed against your thigh as you stare down at her in shock.

"Ale?" You say softly," Ale, baby, what's wrong?"

It's not hard to get Alexia on her knees at home. She's more than happy to sit there all day if you want but this is the first time she's done it at work.

You hear a soft sniffle.

Ordinarily, you'd coax her out of hiding but she's crying and you know she hates letting you see her cry.

So, you let her hide her face away against your leg as she sits on her knees while you gently thread your fingers through her scalp.

"It's okay, baby," You say every so often," It's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"My knee," She chokes out and you freeze.

You slip into doctor mode very quickly.

Alexia wouldn't be on her knees now if she was in pain. She knew better than that and you received no texts from the staff earlier that said she had any discomfort.

"Your knee? Ale, what's wrong with your knee?"

"I don't know!" She still hasn't looked at you but that's okay. "What if it never goes back to normal?!"

It's been a rocky road for Alexia's injury. You knew this but you also knew it had healed up well. You knew that this wasn't a physical thing. It was purely psychological.

"You scored in the Champion's League Final on that knee," You remind her gently, carding your fingers through her hair," You're all healed up, baby. What's really going on?"

Alexia was trusting her knee again, you knew that. For her to be overthinking it now just means that something else is going on.

She draws in a shuddering breath and finally looks up at you, eyes sparkling with tears.

"I...Amor, I..."

"What is it, baby? You can tell me."

Her hands bunch up into fists on her lap. "I'm so overwhelmed! Do that Alexia, do this Alexia. Captain Alexia. Player Alexia. Barcelona. Spain. Olympics."

The words tumble out of her now and you lightly tug on her hair.

She falls silent immediately, staring up at you again as you take a tissue to mop up her face.

"Do you need someone else to be in charge for a bit?"

She nods.

"In what way, Ale?" You ask.

You've settled Alexia like this before. You knew all the inner workings of her brain but, still, there's two ways you could go.

One was the domestic route. You could send her home with a list of mindless tasks to complete. Do the dishwasher. Fold the laundry. That kind of mindless repetition of tasks to take her mind away from football.

The other was the sexual route. You were wary about that though. Only Alexia knew if she was in the right headspace for that. If she wanted it like that, she'd have to tell you.

You had no problem giving it to her if that's what she wanted but she'd have to make it clear to you that that is what she craved.

"I..."

"Think about it," You say, bringing her head back to rest against your thigh," I've still got work to do so take all the time you need."

So, Alexia sits on her knees for you as you complete your paperwork.

You know her mind's made up there, just by the way her breathing has evened out and the way she leans more heavily against your leg.

"Can you let me fuck you, amor?" She asks," Please?"

"Go home, Alexia."

"Wha-"

"And I want you to go in the toy drawer and decide what you want us to use tonight." You give her clear orders, already working to settle her for what you know will be a long night. "I want you to think about what you want to get out of tonight so you can tell me when I get home. I've still got work to do."

She nods, shakily getting up. She lingers at your side for a moment before," Can I have a kiss first, please?"

"Of course, baby. You're so good for asking."

Already tension leaks out of her frame as you pull her in for a kiss.

You don't try to drag it out but you don't rush through your work either. It would be a disservice to the other players and to Alexia.

She needs this time to decompress on her own, to go through her feelings even as she works through the instructions you'd given her.

You stretch as you get out of your car, walking up the stairs to the house and unlocking the door.

"Alexia!" You call out," I'm home!"

You don't expect an answer.

You don't get one.

You hang up your coat and settle down on the sofa.

Alexia kneels at your feet and finally, she's looking at you like how she usually does.

Her pouty lips are parted in a dazed smile and her eyes glisten with desire rather than tears. Her hands lay resting on her legs though you see them twitch a little as you unbutton the top of your shirt.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Alexia? You're in the right space?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Do you remember your colour system?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Green for continue. Yellow to slow down. Red to stop."

"And you know you can use them whenever? Even when it's not a check in?"

"Yes."

"What colour are you now?"

"Green."

You look over at the coffee table to see what she's picked out. The strap, obviously. It's her favourite thing to wear when she fucks you. She always gets the same starstruck face whenever you help her put it on.

There's a little bullet vibrator there that you know Alexia loves on her nipples.

Her leash and collar are there too. Usually, they both hang up on the inside of your closet door. They don't come out often but their position on the table now lets you know all you need to know about what Alexia's craving tonight.

You pick them both up and spread your legs, pointing between them.

Alexia fills the space instantly.

"You want your collar on?" You tease.

"Yes, please."

"Such good manners."

The collar had been an impulse buy years ago when you and Alexia had first started experimented. A simple black collar with a little tag.

'Ale'

Nothing else.

Not Alexia. Not Alexia Putellas. Not Captain.

Just a simple Ale, like she was to you now.

"You changed," You note as you clip it around her neck, eyes dragging down to appreciate the lace covering your wife's body.

"I did," Alexia says, dipping her head a little in embarrassment," Is that...okay?"

"You look beautiful, Ale," You say," So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you."

Her cheeks flush red like every time that you praise her.

That's what she needs tonight.

To be praised.

"But I fear I'm a bit overdressed," You say, teasingly clicking your tongue," Help me out."

Her hands are instantly on your trousers. They're trembling a little in their haste to unbuckle your button. Her fingers keep missing in entirely and you force down your laughter.

You tug on the leash, winding it around your hand so there's little slack.

"Slow down, Ale," You say," Take your time. Breathe."

She sucks in a trembling breath before she finally catches your button. You lift your hips up to help her pull them down.

The desire in her eyes has tripled tenfold and it's almost like she's seeing you for the first time even though this is a dance you've taken together for years.

You lean forward and snatch the bullet vibrator up off the table as you unbutton your shirt and strip off your bra until you're sitting there only in your underwear.

She whines, something low and deep in her throat as you run the vibrator over your pebbled nipple.

A soft moan escapes you and Alexia shifts a little on her knees.

"Are you being impatient again, Ale?"

"No."

You tug firmly on her leash and she corrects herself.

"Yes...Sorry, you're just so pretty."

It's amazing that after so many years you can both still have the same effect on each other because you can feel heat rush to your face at her simple words.

"You're so pretty too," You say a bit breathless as you push the vibrator a bit firmer against you.

"Thank you."

You look at her through hooded eyes. Hers keep drifting from your face to your breasts and back down to your underwear like a ping pong ball.

She's doing a good job at not moving without permission though but it was time to put her out of her her misery.

You remove your underwear and point.

She face breaks into a smile but, still, she doesn't move.

"Go on, Ale," You tease," You've been a good girl. Come and get your reward."

That's the thing about Alexia.

She just adores making you cum.

You could tell that she wanted to just dive straight in but she didn't. Restraint was something that came with age, something she had learnt over years of worshipping your body.

She kisses up your thigh, occasionally stopping to lightly nibble and bite at the flesh there. She stops in front of where you wanted, where you needed her.

"You're wet," She says, reverence leaking into her tone.

You'd been wet the moment you'd sent her back home without you. You'd been wet as you drove home.

Right now though, you're pretty sure you're dripping.

"Because I need you, Ale," You say, breathless as you stare down at her, tugging slightly at her leash in impatience," Please, don't you want to make me feel good?"

She whimpers a little at your words.

Her tongue laps around your hole in brushing sweeps and you whine at each pass. She moans as well, at the taste of you, and finally dips her tongue into your hole.

You pull on the leash, forcing her even closer to you and you can feel her smile against you.

You ignore it, desperate for her as her tongue dips into you again. She explores you like this is the first time you've let her do this.

Like you're some kind of goddess whose altar you're letting her worship at.

Your eyes flutter closed and the sight that you see when you open them is beautiful.

Alexia laps at you with vigour, going from your hole to your clit and back again. She's always been good with her mouth, always known how to take you to pieces, brick by brick.

"Ale," You whine," Ale, so-so good."

With every bit of praise from you, Alexia tries harder, desperate to impress you and finally bring you to the peak.

"Do you want me to cum for you, Ale?" You ask, still trying to tease despite the way that she's steadily building you up and bringing you closer and closer. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"

She whimpers at that and redirects quickly to your swollen clit, focusing all of her energy as she tugs it into her mouth, tongue flicking it teasingly as you tug on her leash to somehow bring her closer than she already is.

You don't give her any more warning than that as your hips rut against her face.

She brings you down slowly before bringing her tongue down in broad strokes to clean up the mess she's made of you.

You loosen your grip on her leash, panting. Your chest rises and falls as you flutter on her tongue with aftershocks.

"Good girl," You say as you catch your breath," Up here now, Ale." You pat your lap and she scrambles on.

Her face is covered in your juices and she looks dazed. Happy but still a little dazed and you take her by the chin into a soft kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue.

"You did so well," You say against her lips," So good to me. So, so good."

She preens at the praise before breaking off into a whine as you unclip her bra and press the vibrator against her in quick succession.

She jolts a little at the shock of it, pressing closer to you and you laugh.

"Does that feel good, Ale?" You ask," Yeah?"

She nods.

"What colour are we now?"

"G-Green," She whimpers out as you switch to her other nipple," So green."

"Green, huh?" You lean forward and suck her now abandoned nipple into your mouth.

You flick your tongue against it teasingly and an even more broken whine escapes your wife.

You can feel her wetness through her underwear and you can't help but laugh, releasing her nipple with a wet pop.

"How are we feeling? Is your brain mush yet?"

She whimpers.

"Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to empty your head for a bit? Want to be my good girl?"

"Y-Yes. Am-Am I being a good girl?"

"So good, Ale. Perfect actually. Doing whatever I say. I think that deserves a reward, doesn't it?"

"Please, I've been good!"

"I know. Now, what do you want that reward to be?"

It takes her a while to get the words out, with the way you've got a vibrator pressed to one nipple and are twisting and pulling the other.

"What was that, Ale? I couldn't hear you."

"I...I wanna..." She's panting hard, each word punctuated with a soft moan of pleasure. "Wanna fuck you, please. With the strap."

"You want to fuck me with your cock?" You tease, kissing up her neck and leaving a trail of marks. "Are you sure? I could return the favour right here, right now."

"Want to fuck you with my cock," She parrots back to you," Please! I've-I've been so good."

"I suppose you have been following all my instructions," You muse," And you made me cum so well. Could you do it again with your cock?"

"I could!" She insists, rutting her hips against yours," Please, amor! Let me prove it!"

You nudge her slightly. "Go on then, Ale. I'll wait upstairs for you."

You take your time going to your bedroom, a smile on your face as you hear Alexia scramble to put on the strap and follow after you.

You've unclipped her leash, hanging it back up on the closet door but you let her keep her collar on as she stumbles into the room, almost tripping over her own feet.

She's a bit like a puppy, you think in the back of your mind as you kiss and back into the bed.

Overeager and excitable.

There's no need for lube, not with how wet you were so you lean against the pillows and spread your legs.

"Come on, Ale," You taunt," I want you to fuck me."

Her throat bobs as she stares in silence, that same awestruck look on her face, like she can't believe that she's the one that gets to fuck you into the mattress every night.

"Unless," You say," You don't want to be my good girl?"

"I want to be your good girl! Let me be your good girl."

"Then come and fuck me."

She pushes in slowly, collecting your wetness as she eases into you all the way to the hilt.

The strap brushes against her clit and she moans like you. Her fingers intertwine with your own as she slowly withdraws again.

It always takes a little bit for her to find her rhythm but she knows she's found it as your head tilts back into a throaty moan.

"So good, Ale," You say," You fuck me so well."

Alexia's attention wasn't on you though. Or, at least, not on your face.

She was hypnotised by the way that your pussy swallowed every inch of her cock, the way that her hands gripped your hips for leverage and the way you inhaled every time she went up to the hilt.

The strap brushes up against her clit and Alexia's broken moans mingle with yours.

"Slow, Ale," You remind her.

Alexia's always had a problem with her impatience, especially when it came to you.

You'd always preferred a slow fuck at first, trying to teach her patience.

Alexia didn't listen, as always. It was always like this when she had a strap.

She was submissive to you any other time, grateful and happy to let you take control but a cock on her hips and suddenly she thought she was in charge.

She thought that she could set the pace and make the decisions.

No.

You wouldn't let that happen.

You could see the moment she decided to disobey you, to try and take control again, undermining this whole thing. She'd wanted you to turn her brain off, to make all the decisions so she could decompress and forget about all the pressure that she usually thrived under.

You could see the moment she decided to stop thinking with her head and start thinking with her cock.

Her pace picks up and you whine in pleasure.

Ordinarily, you might allow Alexia this, you might allow her to have this small bit of control but not tonight.

"Last-Last chance, Ale," You warn through a deep moan when she hits that special spot inside you," Don't you want to be good for me?"

Her pace falters a little but doesn't slow down completely. You look into her eyes and she looks into yours.

She picks up again and you roll your eyes.

It's easy to roll her onto the bottom, your legs wrapping around her hips to flip her onto her back. It's even easier when you realise Alexia is craving to be put into her place.

You're on top now, a hand pressed down onto her chest.

You grab her collar.

"This," You say, lifting your hips up and slamming them down again," Means your mine. Being mine means I'm in charge. Not you."

A breathless whimper escapes her as you ride her cock.

"That means you just get to empty your head and let me decide how things go," You say," You know that, Ale."

"S-Sorry," She whines, head thrown back as you lift up again.

"That's okay. Even good girls need to be reminded of their place sometimes."

She whines into your mouth as you work yourself up and down on her cock.

There was no rush on it on your part.

Alexia was still your good girl but this was still a lesson about disobeying you.

You would have let her cum if she'd been good. She could have fucked you straight through to her own orgasm but now you wouldn't give her that curtsey, focused solely on climbing the peak yourself.

It comes maybe a bit too quickly and maybe you put on a bit of a theatrical moan as you tip over just to make sure Alexia knows that you don't need her fucking you to make you cum.

"Was that good, baby?" You ask as you lazily make out with her, still seated on her cock.

"Yes, amor."

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes..."

"But..."

Her throat bobs a little in nervousness and you wait her out.

"Can...Can...I want to..."

Voicing what she wants has always been difficult for Alexia so you gently kiss along your neck as you wait.

"Can I ride your thigh?"

You chuckle. "And I suppose you want something else with that too, do you, pretty girl?"

Alexia's face somehow gets redder. "Please."

"Come on, baby. Come be a good girl and get off on my thigh."

Alexia lazily takes off her strap as you reach into the bedside cabinet for lube.

"Colour?"

"Green."

She lowers herself onto your thigh and you tense the muscle.

You think this is Alexia's favourite way to get off. She didn't really enjoy taking the strap like you did and while she enjoyed you eating her out, nothing got her off quicker than riding your thigh with fingers in her arse.

"No," She says softly as you uncap the lube.

"You don't want my fingers, Ale?"

"No, I do...I...

She reaches for your hand, sucking in your first few fingers as she rode your thigh.

"Oh, Ale," You groan at the sight," You're spoiling me baby. You want my fingers in your arse that badly?"

She pushes further into your leg in answer.

"You're so good, baby. You doing so well."

You tease her rim gently with spit soaked fingers as she whines.

One finger first to ease her open, rocking it into her arse gently.

The angle is a little tricky, with your arm stretched all the way over her back as Alexia whines and whimpers into the crook of your neck but you've done this plenty of times.

You can make it work.

When the second finger joins the first, Alexia rocks herself more fiercely against your thigh.

"You're doing so well," You whisper to her," Taking my fingers so well. You're so good to me, Ale. Letting me look after you like this."

You don't need to do much, just hold your fingers there as Alexia rocks herself back and forth towards her peak.

"You're so good for me, Ale. You're so good."

You keep up your steady stream of praise even as she lets out a guttural moan.

You bring her down gently, easing your fingers out of her arse once she's fully relaxed and settled against you.

"Do you feel better, baby?" You ask," Was that okay?"

"So okay," Alexia mumbles, scattering kisses against your collarbone," Thank you, amor."

"You know I'm here to make you feel better, baby. I love you."

"Love you too."

You reach for her collar and she stops you.

"Want to keep it on for a bit longer," She says and you place your hand on her back.

"Okay, baby. Only for a little longer. We've got to get you into the bath."

[changetyre]

Our Special Number II LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ

Request: Dom Lando Norris (not toxic, just demanding and respectful, a real gentleman) with sub Italian reader, a very long, hot spanking punishment for the reader because of her rebel/bad attitude in their previous fight/discussion (jealous Lando), a lot of dirty talk and teasing, "Yes, Sir", "Please, Sir" "Who do you belong to, princess?" "I am yours, Sir" "Good girl, a very good girl", begging, fingering, eating out (female receiving), overstimulating, pleasing, bend over the kitchen table rough sex, wrists tied using the belt. After sex soft/gentle Lando.

Warnings: ***Smut 18+*** A/N: Not proofread

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It all started with a ridiculous stupid fight. Lando was stressed from all the pressure of the season, trying to get good results, better results than he was now getting annoyed at the fact that his teammate was almost doing better than him after only a few months in the car.

He'd taken it out on you, short-fused as he already was he had come home to an empty house, you had been out with some friends for breakfast and lost track of time, and trying to drive home during traffic you got home later than you intended.

You got home and Lando was in a pissy mood not even saying hello to you or looking at you when you approached him at the kitchen counter where he was having some food he'd ordered despite the fact you'd left him some food in the fridge.

"Lando?" You called your boyfriend who was acting like a child.

He dropped his fork annoyed. "What?" He finally looked up at you his expression bare.

"Can you please stop being rude and talk to me I said I was sorry I didn't mean to get home this late." You tried to be patient with him since you were aware his anxiety and stress got the best of him at times and he found it hard to control his moods when this happened.

"I don't want to talk." He replied in a monotone voice as he picked up his fork and food and went to lock himself in his sim room.

You huffed deciding to give him space as you cleaned up the kitchen and tried to distract yourself from the anger that wanted to creep in from the fact that your boyfriend hadn't even touched you after 2 weeks away.

You were putting away the dishes when your phone buzzed. You picked it up and saw a text from Max.

Max V: I tried texting Lando but he's not answering

Max V: Kelly, Martin, me and a few others are going out to the club tonight wanna come?

You: He's in a mood

You: But I'll be there

You didn't hesitate to reply as you knew either Lando would snap out of his mood and join you at the club or you could piss him off as he stayed to mope while you were at the club and he'd snap out of it after, it was a win-win in your eyes.

You walked to your bedroom to get ready, getting into your more skimpy attire hoping this would be enough to at least get your boyfriend's attention.

"Where are you going?" You tried to hide your smirk at hearing your boyfriend's surprised tone at the bedroom door.

"Out with Max, Martin, Kelly, and some others." You replied not bothering to turn to face him as you continued putting on your heels on the living room couch.

"You can't go, not wearing that if I'm not going. Why didn't you tell me?" He started approaching you but you got up and walked to the kitchen where your purse waited for you on the counter.

"Hmm, I thought you didn't want to talk." You shrugged still not turning to face him.

"You're not going baby." His tone was more demanding this time sending shivers down your spine.

You finally got up grabbed your purse and turned to face him. "I am, and I'm sure Martin will take care of me." You teased knowing this would hit a nerve as before you started dating Lando Martin had tried asking you out.

Your breath hitched as Lando wrapped a hand around the curve of your back pressing you against him while with his other hand, he began sliding his palm up your body until he wrapped it around your throat putting slight pressure.

"You want my attention, hm?" He whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe from your neck up to your ear before biting your lobe softly.

Your breath shuddered. And this was enough to get you weak in his arms, always willing to submit under his control. "Yes." Your voice was shaky.

"Yes, what baby?" He aggressively kissed your neck knowing he was leaving marks and his other hand squeezed your ass hard and his fingers explored the slit between your cheeks.

"Yes Sir." You dropped your purse as your hands came to hold onto him. Any plans you had of going out and getting back at him were clearly out the window now as you felt the warmth pool between your legs.

"Good girl." He whispered now his mouth finding yours as he kissed you slopily, dominantly shoving his tongue in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks getting you to open your mouth before spitting and getting you to swallow.

"Please, Sir." You begged Lando to touch you, to do anything to relieve some of the painful aches that had enveloped your body.

"Look at my pretty girl begging after she tried to get back at me." He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the kitchen counter. Your body filled with goosebumps at feeling the cold contrast on the bare skin of your ass. "Who do you belong to Princess, huh?" He settled between your legs.

"Lando please." You begged weakly again as he began kissing your chest, pulling the fabric aside you could feel his breath on your hard nipple.

"Answer me" He pulled away teasing you.

"You. I'm yours, Sir." You could almost cry from the desperation in your body.

"mhmm." Lando moaned happily with your answer as he finally licked your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it.

You sighed finding a small ounce of relief from this but it didn't last long. You felt Lando grab your hands which were tangled in his curls and pulled them behind your back.

You didn't know when or how but he had removed his belt and he was now using it to tie your wrists behind your back. "I need to teach you a lesson, my sweet girl." he smiled as he noticed your surprised face.

Once your wrists were secured, Lando picked you up again getting you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. You could feel the warm spot where you previously sat on your nipples.

"What a beautiful dress baby...just for me." He stroked your ass over top of the small fabric that covered it.

"Just for me right baby?" He asked his tone serious once more.

You felt a warm sting on your ass as Lando's hand had struck down on it.

"Yes Sir, just for you." Your breath was shaky.

"That's right pretty girl just for me." He slapped your ass again making you jump on his lap.

He moved the fabric aside, your ass in clear view only a small piece of lingerie between him and what he really wanted now. He smiled at the wetness he could see seep through the string.

"Can Martin make you this wet? huh?" you moaned at feeling Lando's fingers press against your core roughly and hearing his jealous tone.

"No Sir, only you." You cried, you needed him so desperately.

Another slap.

"Count them out for me baby." He instructed you before landing another slap to your ass.

"1." You whimpered feeling the sting at ease.

Smack.

"2." It felt so painfully good.

And another.

"3." It was almost over which you were glad about but you also never wanted this to end.

"Our special number baby." Slap. Lando said as he smacked your cheeks.

"4." You sighed in satisfaction at the last slap.

"Good Girl, very good girl." he didn't hesitate to pull the tiny fabric aside and didn't give you a warning before he pushed his fingers inside of you.

Lando's hand stayed firm on your back while he fingered you keeping you in place as you squirmed under his touch, he curled, twisted, and turned his fingers in any direction he desired.

He didn't have to finger you for long before you'd reached your first orgasm squirting over his fingers.

"How gorgeous," he smirked pleased with the results licking his fingers clean before finally allowing you to turn around picking you up and getting you up on the counter again.

In one swift move, Lando untied the belt releasing your hands before pushing you as you now laid back onto the counter.

It happened so fast you could only scream in pleasure as Lando's mouth now attacked your pussy. He shoved his tongue in your pussy showing no mercy as he tried to get you to reach your second orgasm in record time.

Your legs were shaking and your fingers came to grip Lando's curls once more as you screamed in pleasure, your body was on fire and you were so close but it felt like so much you both pushed and pulled Lando's head away and towards you.

And it only took a few seconds before you were cumming on Lando's tongue again.

He pulled away and you saw the wetness around his mouth which he didn't bother to wipe before he was stripping his pants off.

"Please..." You cried but you weren't sure what you were begging for, you wanted more but it didn't seem physically possible as you'd turned to putty on the kitchen counter, your limbs feeling heavier than they ever had.

"Our special number baby," Lando smirked as he hooked his arms under your legs pulling your legs right at the edge of the counter before entering you quickly and roughly.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you almost choked on your own spit as Lando began to pound into you mercilessly, you cried in pleasure feeling Lando's length spread you open and hearing his hips slap your ass in quick succession.

"Augh please....please." You cried gripping his wrist tightly but again you had no idea what you were begging for.

Lando loved the way you looked so fucked out, overstimulated, your mascara running, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He'd never fucked you out like this but in addition to the stress the thought of having you walk around showing so much of your skin that was only meant for him had driven him crazy and he was taking it out on you.

Your mind was in a daze and you had no idea how long he'd fucked you for before you had squirted around his cock but he didn't stop there.

"Lan pleasee....I can't-" You whimpered trying to push his hands away but your limbs were so weak it was futile.

Just like the beginning, it was painfully good, something you'd never felt before just feeling like you couldn't carry on but knowing you needed to come undone again.

"Just one more baby, one more." Lando sighed as he kept fucking into you chasing his own high.

He was close and he wanted you to cum with him as he began flicking your clit with his hand.

You squirmed on the counter shaking and shuddering under his touch and it felt like an explosion in your body once you'd reached your high once more.

Your skin felt extremely sensitive as you could feel Lando spilling into you. He pulled out with made your pussy twitch around his dick almost as if clawing at it to stay inside.

"Well done baby," Lando whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

He disappeared for a few seconds before he was back beside you wiping you clean with a clean and fresh kitchen towel which you knew you'd have to replace later.

He helped you sit up letting your weight fall onto him as he lifted up a glass of water to your lips. You finished it in only a few gulps.

"Thank you." You whispered hugging Lando and tucking your head into his neck.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough baby. I love you." Lando kissed your cheek.

"I love you too...and It's okay, I liked it." You giggled. "But I don't think I'll be able to walk for a few hours.

It was Lando's turn to giggle this time. "Let me take care of you, baby." Lando picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him once more as he walked you both to the shower placing soft kisses on your cheek and hair throughout.

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi. A request here (ignore it it's breaking any of your rules).

I was thinking of Regina George being with masc fem!reader that is actually a softie. I like the idea of a relationship with the dynamic of a mean girlboss and a soft nerdy type, especially if Regina is significantly shorter than the reader.

Imagine the shorter Regina pinning reader against a wall. Or Regina calling reader her 'puppy' because of how she always follows her around the school like a lost puppy or how she lets Regina tell her around without complaints.

Possessive power bottom Regina x Service top Reader (with reader managing to get on Regina's nerves by talking back) 👀

Fire and Ice

Description: For as long as anyone can remember, it had always been Regina and Reader. The complete opposite from each other, it worked perfectly. But, what were the school's power couple like behind closed doors?

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, slight dom/sub dynamics, reader being a little shit

Y/N Y/L/N and Regina George.

Best friends to lovers.

The couple had been deemed North Shore's power couple before they even stepped foot in the hallway. The two had gotten together in sixth grade, proudly open ever since.

As they grew up, Y/N grew into more of a masculine person. She loved sports, hockey specifically, baggy clothes, she cut her hair shorter, got more buff. She was a completely different person now than she was in sixth grade.

Regina, on the other hand, hadn't changed a bit. She was still obsessed with the color pink, designer brands, makeup. Still as feminine as ever.

She always made an exception for Y/N, some days opting to wear the girl's hockey sweatshirts (that were too big on her), a custom made pink jersey with Y/N's last name on it. Everyone knew the two were together.

The question that wouldn't leave anyone's minds:

Who was the top?

The students of North Shore were extremely curious. Most of them assumed it was Regina. But, there was that small percentage of people that thought Y/N was the top.

That small percentage was going strictly off of physical attributes. Y/N was more masculine, she was taller, she didn't take shit from her girlfriend. She had to be the top.

The 90% that believed Regina was the top had right to do so. Y/N followed her girlfriend around school as if she was a lost puppy. It was cute, how much Regina had Y/N wrapped around her finger.

The two had the same class schedule, so they always sat together (more like Regina sat on Y/N's lap), they always went to lunch together, walked the halls together. Regina was always watching Y/N at hockey practice and always at her games.

There was also that time Regina and Y/N got into a mini argument in the hall that one day.

Regina was on a mission.

She had heard from Gretchen who heard from Karen who heard from Taylor who heard from Josh that some girl was throwing herself all over Y/N and her girlfriend wasn't trying to stop it.

She spotted Y/N next to her teammate Mark's locker, the two no doubt talking about the upcoming tournament they were going to play in.

The blonde had turned Y/N by her shoulder and fixed her with a glare. "What the fuck, Y/N?" Y/N looked at her girlfriend confused. "What do you mean, Regina?" The blonde glared harder. "You're gonna tell me you don't recall the slut that was throwing herself over you in your last class?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, how did you even find out about that? Nothing major happened." The blonde got an angry look on her face and pinned Y/n against the locker, glaring at the taller girl.

Y/N just smirked, keeping a mental note for later, letting Regina have her moment. The blonde looked up at her girlfriend. "You better not let anyone touch what's mine. You got that?" They had gained an audience, everyone watching in anticipation for Y/N's next move.

The girl just smirked and allowed Regina to claim her publicly before the blonde stormed off, clearing a path in the hall like the Red Sea.

Regina got a text 15 minutes later from Y/N.

Y/N❤️: I let you have your moment in the hall. But when we get home later, you're not leaving that bed.

Regina's heart raced in anticipation.

"Fuck, Y/N."

"Take it, Regina."

The blonde was on the verge of her third orgasm. When they got home that day, Y/N had decided to show Regina that she was the only girl for her. Her solution? Making Regina feel good.

She had made her cum twice with just her fingers and mouth and was on the verge of making her cum for a third time with her strap. Regina's brain had been turned into mush as all she could focus on was Y/N.

"Fuck, Regina. You take me so well. Can't believe you thought I'd entertain the thought of another girl taking me from you."

Regina couldn't speak. Her senses were overwhelmed with Y/N. The girl was making her feel things that only she could make her feel.

"I'm all yours, Regina. Forever. I don't want anyone else. But, there's one thing I do want. And that's for you to cum on my cock." She reached a hand down in-between Regina's legs and began to rub the bundle of nerves that rested there.

The blonde felt her eyes roll back. Y/N's cock was hitting all of the right places. She felt her climax rapidly approaching as Y/N pounded her.

"Cum for me, Regina. You can do it." Regina felt her entire body tense as she came around Y/N's cock. The girl continued to slowly thrust, allowing Regina to ride through it. The blonde shook from the aftershocks of her climax and the feeling of Y/N's slow thrusts.

Y/N was peppering her face with soft kisses as she came down. "You looked so pretty, Regina. So beautiful. Wanna make you cum again, pretty girl."

Regina gushed around Y/N's cock. With the way her girlfriend was talking to her, she would let her make her cum as much as she wanted, but Regina's body had limits.

Y/N continued the soft kisses. "Will you let me make you cum one more time, sweet angel? Just one more. Then we'll be done. Please." The blonde nodded, pulling Y/N into a more heated kiss. Y/N's thrusts slowly sped up as the blonde moaned into her mouth.

Regina was officially fucked out.

Y/N smirked and sped up her thrusts. "God, Regina, I can't believe you thought I'd go after someone else. Not when you take me so fucking well. Only want you. Only want your pussy." Regina felt heat wash over her body at Y/N's words.

"'M gonna cum. Y/N, please." The blonde's words slurred together as Y/N's cock began to hammer in and out of her. Y/N smirked and began to rub Regina's clit again. "Cum for me, baby. Come on, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock."

Regina saw white as the pleasure bubble burst. Her whole body felt like it was ascending to another dimension as Y/N whispered sweet nothings to her as she came down.

Y/N pulled out and went into Regina's bathroom to grab a wet cloth. She came back and gently cleaned between her legs, whispering praise at Regina's whimpers. She threw the towel to the side, making the blonde drink some water before pulling her into her arms.

"I'm yours, Regina. Forever. No one compares to you, baby girl." Regina sleepily smiled at the girl's words and drifted off.

The next day, when the two walked into the school, everyone's question was answered. Regina walked limped while wearing the pink hockey jersey as Y/N walked next to her, a huge smirk on her face.

That 10% of the school that had guessed Y/N would never let anyone else live it down.

[agroteraa]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Summary: Oliver's memories of one of the evenings at Oxford, where you began getting closer. And a night in Saltburn, where you try to be dominant with him.

Actaeon series spin-off, taking place between Artemis and The Wrath of the Stag.

Warnings: smut, dom!Reader, sub!Oliver, switching, oral, penetration sex.

Word Count: 2,8K

It was another spring party at Oxford. All the young people were chatting cheerfully with bottles and glasses in their hands in the slightly dim light of the dormitory's common room. Felix and Oliver were almost lying relaxed on the couch and had been silent for some time.

“Now, can you eenie, meenie India or Annabel, and take one fucking home? Because they look miserable,” Oliver suggested softly.

“Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he squeals, let him go. Er..." Felix seemingly forgot the text of the counting-out rhyme, but decided to finish it as soon as possible and make a choice anyway, "You're out, boy scout!"

The choice fell on Annabelle. He happily pecked Oliver on the cheek in gratitude, which made him grin widely. Oliver liked being praised. Especially by those who were important to him. Felix quickly jumped up from the sofa and, lightly slapping the contented girl on the ass, and went off with her upstairs.

“Well, what the fuck, mate? I’ve been chirpsing her for about an hour. I wanted at least a hand job...” the guy Annabelle left said in disappointment.

An hour. What did he know about waiting. How about almost a whole year, mate? Oliver smiled indulgently to himself. And anyway, how shallow that guy thoughts and desires were.

“I know. We all want a fucking handjob, mate. Get yourself a title and a massive fuck off castle.”

That where it was hard to argue. A title and a massive fuck off castle had never harmed anyone in life yet.

"Hey, here I am! And where is Felix?.." you were surprised when you returned from your dorm room and sat back down on the sofa, only this time next to Oliver alone.

"I don't know really," he shrugged, smiling, "I think he’s decided to go have some fun on his own."

"Hmm," you pursed your lips, not really surprised, but still, deep down, a little upset that Felix was acting like that again. You guessed where and why he might have gone, but decided not to focus on that thought right now. Besides, you'd already poured another bottle of your drink into yourself. There was some silence in the air. Before that, you had fun talking to the guys, mostly Felix, and you had never been alone with Oliver for long, especially at parties. You clenched your bottle tightly like a social lifebuoy.

Oliver was even beginning to interest you a little, just a little, but you still had no idea what and how to talk to him in private. He still seemed more like Felix's shadow. But at the same time, being face-to-face for at least a short time, you felt like you had to tell Oliver something meaningful, something deep... as if you should be giving away to him some of your secrets. You were vaguely disturbed by this feeling, as now you were just in the mood for small talk only.

"Um... so… how’s your study going?" you asked, not knowing where else to start a new separate conversation with him besides studying.

"Pretty well," he replied a little awkwardly, embarrassed by your close presence himself. Before that, Felix separated you on the couch, but now he wasn’t a bother anymore. Oliver definitely liked this intimacy, even though he was obviously not used to it yet. But one gets used to the fine things quickly. And Oliver was greedy for all the new truly fine things in his life.

"And yours?"

"Yeah, too," you took a small sip from the bottle, trying not to look him in the eye. At the same time, because you felt awkward and because these blue eyes have been looking at you so piercingly lately, as if they were drilling right into your soul. You couldn't tell if it was embarrassing for you, or if it was some other kind of excitement. Maybe both.

"And what about yours..." Oliver was interrupted by one of Felix's many friends, Chad, who plopped down on the arm of the sofa next to you.

"Hey, Y/N! I finally got to the party on your campus! How are you?"

"Oh, Chad! It's been a long time, it’s like you've disappeared somewhere. Have you really been studying so hard lately?" you both laughed loudly at this very bold assumption of yours. You continued to communicate, actively exchanging the latest news. Over time, you felt guilty a little. You turned to Oliver and smiled at him. He smiled back understandingly. His face visibly saddened when you turned back to the blond guy. He began to examine the empty bottom of his plastic cup, twirling it slightly in his hands. How should he get Y/N's attention? He didn't know. He had to come up with a plan. What would he do, what should he say, so that you…

"Hey, Oliver! Did you have any classes with Mr. Wharton?" you asked with interest, involving him in your conversation. He exhaled a little as he realized that you weren't leaving him in the middle of this party, where he felt like a stranger without Felix and you. You looked at him with a warm smile, and something inside him finally clicked and fell into place.

"Er, yeah... that oddball. He constantly comes up with fruit analogies for everything and even sometimes speaks on their behalf while holding them in hands."

"Ah, have you seen that too?! Y/N, I told you, he's an old weirdo! Only you are attending the wrong classes!" exclaimed Chad, and you all laughed merrily. The conversation was going well, and Oliver was incredibly happy about it. He didn't feel lonely anymore because of you.

But in return, some feelings that he had only vaguely suspected until this moment began to awaken inside him. You didn't stop drinking, and at some point, Chad put his arm around you and started lightly stroking your back. You giggled without giving it much thought, especially under the influence of alcohol. But Oliver saw perfectly well how Chad looked more and more into your eyes, lowering his gaze to your lips and lightly licking his own. It was very subtle, but Quick noticed it all. The way his hand keeps stroking your back, gripping you tighter and tighter. Oliver saw it all perfectly well, because he wanted to be in that place himself.

No, rather, he didn't really want to. He had long imagined your first kiss when you were fully conscious, willing and not under the influence of some alcohol, when you were too much mellow-minded. And he wouldn't let your kiss with Chad happen now, in this state, nor ever.

Sometimes it seemed you and him were very different. He could see through everything, and sometimes it was like you notice none of what you really should. How could you not understand that this Chad wanted to take you upstairs just like Felix did with Annabel?

You were kind and open, maybe even too friendly, oh, Y/N. Oliver was drawn to you like a moth to a fire. You were quite a complete and content person in your own right, and this was very attractive to the many-faced Oliver, who was still struggling to find a place in this life, especially here, in his first year at Oxford.

And it seems that he began to realize that he had found his place next to you. And he wanted to take this place like a guard dog, protecting it and you from all the adversity and guys like Chad.

You didn't forget about Oliver and wanted him to feel fine and less lonely, even hardly knowing him, even having so many friends and acquaintances here, even in the midst of fun of the party. You showed towards him attention and care.

Yeah, he would like to be your dog, he thought now.

Fortunately, you soon got up, freeing yourself from Chad's embrace and going to the bathroom. Great. Oliver had been carefully observing the situation in the common room all this time, so he immediately got up from the sofa and sauntered into the common kitchen, where India was smoking, still slightly displeased that Felix had not chosen her.

"How’s the party? " Oliver asked politely, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge.

India rolled her eyes, twirling a cigarette in her fingers, "What do you need?"

"Me? Nothing. But that guy has been looking at you half the evening without stopping," he nodded towards Chad and winked, "Just saying."

"Isn't he hanging out with Y/N?"

"No, he doesn't sleep with his buddy Felix's old friends. So, the way is clear."

"Oh, are they friends with Felix?" India narrowed her eyes. That was good, she needed some male attention right now, especially from those whom Catton Jr. might become jealous of. Thus, the girl went off towards her chance.

When you had returned to the common room, you saw Chad and India flirting with each other on the couch, and the girl did not let go of her hands off him. Okay. That was unexpected, but okay, it was a student party, after all. You shrugged your shoulders and started thinking about where you could sit now.

"Everyone seems to be having fun with each other tonight," Oliver, who happened to be next to you, shrugged sympathetically. Indeed, everyone around was busy with their own lively conversations, and someone was already far from just "talking".

"To singles?" he offered a playful toast, and you agreed with a grin, "Apparently so!"

"Cheers!" you clinked your drinks, continuing to talk a little more relaxed with each other. So, that how you started getting closer from that evening, and you began getting to know the real Oliver. At least that was what you thought at the time. He looked at you with a shy smile of a complete adoration as you were telling your stories full of joy and tipsy giggling. His eyes were shining like two starry sapphires right now.

If a guard dog wants to protect the peace of its owner and scare away other dogs, then it must inspire fear itself. Maybe sometimes not very intentionally, but instill just a little fear and sense of power even to its own master. Oliver wanted to be a good guard dog.

He would take this place next to you.

* * *

And he took it.

Now he was hovering over you, pinning you between his arms, leaning on your bed in your bedroom in Saltburn. It was the middle of the night, and finally not a single one inhabitant of this house could bother you right now.

Oliver thought all day about how he would continue his way with you at night, along the way remembering the evening of that party in Oxford, where you finally began to get closer. He looked down at you rapturously, biting his lip and breathing heavily, still not believing that all this was really happening. Not just right now, but in general, everything.

His blue eyes were gleaming with utter delight in the dim.

"What else does my sweet Y/N want?" Oliver asked you, recovering his breathing.

He bent lower, and a chain dangled from his neck, swaying slightly. The metal heated by the warmth of your bodies tickled your lips slightly. You lifted your head and gently but firmly catching the chain with your lips.

"Mm-hmm," Quick mumbled with curiosity. You smiled, gritting the chain with your teeth and began to shake it slightly from side to side. He opened his lips excitedly, inhaling sharply.

"Am I your doggie today? Oh, I'm more than willing to be, sweetheart," he said in his deep sexy accent.

He wanted to add "now and always," but didn't. Oliver was afraid that if he showed how willing he was to obey you, he would lose your interest. He was used to changing masks, adapting to different situations and someone's needs. He was an awkward and shy nerd when you first met, and that was largely true, because of his deep core nature and the new posh environment at Oxford. Fortunately, he had successfully joined Felix's company and was able to relax a little. And here in Saltburn, he almost felt like the master of the situation.

If you wished, he would always be that sweet, shy and awkward guy for you, if only you were truly happy about it. But he had learned that he interested and intrigued you mostly when he showed a more powerful, dominant and somewhat even dark part of himself. And that made him really pleased, because you viewed him the way he hoped to be in his own deep wildest dreams.

And yet, he still wanted to be your dog, an obedient dog who would do anything for you. In a sense, he was. And today he decided to demonstrate you that in more obvious way.

"What do you want me to do? I'm all yours," he leaned back next to you, belly up. Oliver smiled playfully. Right now, he was a tiger who had been caught by the toe with his own permission.

Biting your lip, you straddled him, sitting on his thighs. After enjoying this view, you ran your hand from his navel, sliding your fingers up the groove between his prominent muscles. Oliver exhaled sharply. You stopped at his neck, grabbed his chain, and pulled him to you. Now the guy was in a sitting position, he looked at you adoringly while his hands slid over your waist.

Without letting go of one hand from the chain, you slowly rose and began to descend on his cock. Oliver hissed with satisfaction, "Yes, my dear, just like that..."

"I didn't let you talk," you pulled the chain slightly, smiling slightly.

"Oh," he said in surprise, but gladly began to obey you, nodding in agreement.

You began to move slowly on his things, while Oliver's strong hands supported you with ease, guiding you, leaving hot prints on your skin.

His hands were all over you as his lips feverishly kissed everything they could reach. Finally, he reached for your lips, covering them with a hot kiss full of saliva, admiration and arousal.

When you broke the kiss, you said, a little hesitantly, but still firmly enough, "Take your hands off, next time you touch me when I tell you."

Oliver smiled enthusiastically – you learned quickly from his example, apparently. He liked the hint of his own power and dominance reflected on himself now through you.

He obeyed your request, although it was getting harder to fulfill it by every passing minute. He wanted to touch you again, guide your body and push it harder on his hard needy cock. It became unbearable after a while, and he whined a little. He looked at you a little pleadingly, but you nodded no.

He kissed your breasts again, but in response he got "Do not touch at all."

"Only I can now," with these words, you ruffled his hair and pressed harder against his shoulders. He groaned at the inability to touch you at all, it was a new sensation, or rather, its absence.

You grabbed his hair, and he put his head closer, burying it in your hand. It was the only chance to touch you in any way. Oliver closed his eyes and inhaled noisily through his nose. He didn't even mind if you squeezed his hair even harder, hell, maybe even poked his face into the sheet, where he would inhale the scent of your arousal. If you had forced him to lick it off, he would have willingly obeyed, as long as you continued to press his face to the bed, clutching his dark curls. He even imagined doing the same with the bathtub you were lying in lately. In his bathroom. This thought turned Oliver on even more.

Degrading him, talking him down, pulling his hair or chain harshly - he would not always like to be in this role, but he would like to give you that opportunity from time to time. If only you'd asked. And even if you hadn't asked. Because it was you. And because he was like that.

Reaching the peak almost at the same time, you dug your nails into his back deeply, which made Oliver's eyes darken slightly and starry at the same time. With a pleased moan, you released your grip and sank down onto the pillows. But that wasn't all of it, and you decided to play the role given to you to the very end.

Clutching his soft dark hair, you moved his head to your thighs. He looked back at you with hazy from own rapture eyes.

"Please," you said softly, still not being able to be dominant enough. But this sweetness and dissimilarity from his own, even in a situation where you could and should do it, but asking instead, drove Oliver crazy to his limit. He attacked you with a growl, delivering all the pleasure he could possibly give to you that night.

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Oliver was lying with his arms around your lower back, his head resting on your stomach. Quick looked faithfully into your eyes. His face reflected the moonlight of the deep quiet night that was now in Saltburn.

You stroked and scratched him behind the ear, he rubbed his nose contentedly against your smooth belly skin.

"Is my mistress happy?"

"Yes," you laughed, starting to play softly with his hair.

"Then I am happy too," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against your soft belly, "Now and always."

[princessbunnib]

Make It Up To You

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: You start an argument with Simon out of Insecurity that soon gets heated. Now making the two of you apologize and have makeup sex with pent up emotions.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Argument To Angst To Comfort To Sex, Makeup Sex, Rough Sex, Doggystyle, CreamPie, Heavily Pleasure Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Dry Humping, Heavy Praising, Vaginal Sex, Rough Penetration, 69, Talk Of Impregnation, Talk Of Marriage, Mating Press, CowGirl, Breeding Kink, Confession Of Insecurity, Simon Calling Reader 'Mommy' Near End, A Lot Of 'I Love You's' Mixed In With 'I Hate You's, Fluff At End.

Author's Note: It's honestly alarming on how many times I add breeding kinks into whatever I write for Simon. I'll have to make an ABC headcanon list to explain myself.😟

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"I'm not yelling at you I'm just trying to get my point across!"

"You know when you feel vibration in your voice when you raise it!? It happens when you do this thing called fucking yelling Simon!"

"Like oh my god! Ever since you started working more and not spending time at home you've been way harder to read lately! It's like I'm in this relationship on my own!"

"Oh really!? You want to turn this on me and complain about my schedule!? You don't seem to be complaining when I take you to expensive restaurants and let you go shopping on my fucking dime! You're so spoiled and I don't know why I keep feeding into it!"

"Don't you dare pull that card! When have I EVER asked you to buy me all of that bullshit! And besides, all of it barely matters when my fucking boyfriend is too busy to even send me a text to say hello! It takes two seconds you asshole!"

"I'm literally so god damn tired of whatever this is! You're so selfish!"

"Alright so if you're so tired of it then what the absolute fuck are you going to do about it!? If you want to break up then be my fucking guest and walk out of that door! Because if you do that- you and I are fucking done!"

Simon glared down at you while he waited for you to make the next move. On the outside he was confident in what he said but in reality he was really hoping you wouldn't leave. You looked up at him with an annoyed expression thinking of what else to say. You couldn't think of anything. You didn't want to leave, why would he even throw a breakup in your face? Did he really want to break up?

You didn't like the fact that you started this argument but partly the things you were upset about are onehundred percent valid. You couldn't stand the fact that Simon was spending less time at home.

What if he was doing something more than 'working?' He could be cheating on you while you sat at home thinking the relationship was perfectly fine. He never tells you anything about his day when he comes home, he's always so tired and barley talks to you.

"Christ... this is such a waste of my time, you're not going to walk out, so stop looking at me like you will." He said minimalizing the situation and walk passed you.

Your face scrunched up in annoyance. You turned around and looked at him. Was he being being serious?

"What? Are you fuckin' serious? How in the hell is me talking about our relationship a 'waste of time?' It's never a waste of time when you want to have sex with me or when you want me to do something for you!" You stated only being able to list things quickly.

Simon scoffed and leaned on the wall just inches away from the door.

"Then what is it!? I'd rather you tell me up-front so we're not pointlessly screaming at eachother! This conflict that can easily be solved by telling me why you started arguing with me in the first place is what I call a 'waste of time!'"

You plopped down on the bed and rolled your eyes not being able to handle any of his intentionally oblivious attitude. You always hated the fact that Simon ignores issues in the relationship just because of his disdane for conflict.

"Take the fucking wax out of your ears I've literally been saying this shit all week! You work too fuckin' much and I barley see you because of it. I've been missing you, but I don't think you've been missing me." You finished your yelling statement and huffed deeply out of frustration.

You could feel yourself about to cry and tried to keep everything together. They began to stream down your face while you sniffled, wiping them away instantly.

Simon felt bad at this point. He doesn't like seeing you so upset that you cry. He felt like an asshole while your leg jumped up as your nerves had gotten the best of you.

He stood in front of you and held your face bringing your eyes up to his. The lights in the room reflecting on your teary eyes.

"Don't cry sweetheart... everything is perfectly fine with us... I'm so sorry for upsetting you..." He wiped away the built up tears that laid in your eyes with his thumbs. He then laid many kisses all over your cheeks and speaking softly to make you feel better.

The pet names he had for you were your only weakness, whenever he'd say them to your all self control would be thrown out of the window.

"Do you still love me? Even though I yelled at you? When I really could have just had a normal conversation?" You asked holding his hands with yours.

"Yes I do princess... there's nothing that you could ever do that would make me fall out of love with you... I love you so god damn much baby, I'm sorry you've been feeling this way for so long and that you didn't feel comfortable enough in our relationship to tell me..."

"I fucked up... please let me make it up to you..."

His sweet reassuring words did indeed make you feel better. You looked up at him the entire time and just took in all the praise.

Simon held your face gently, placing soft kisses on your jawline and cheek. He laid you onto the bed and pulled your legs around his waist, pinning your wrists to the bed. You whimpered softly and pressed your chest onto him.

"I love you so much... every inch of your body... I love everything about you..."

"Those pretty eyes I love staring into and getting lost in... those lips I love kissing everyday before I leave for work... those ears I love whispering sweet words into when we're up late at night cuddling..."

"What else do you love about me?" You asked in a soft tone, feeling your body rise in temperature. Your chest rising and falling as you began to breath heavily.

He was so good with words. You couldn't resist him when he'd speak sweetly to you.

"Do you mind if I list a few sexual things I love? Or do you want me to just talk about you... I'll do whatever you want baby."

"Sexual... you're turning me on just by being so reassuring... please say more..." You responded softly.

"Alright... lay onto your stomach sweetheart." He said while roughly turning you over like you were nothing but his little ragdoll.

You moaned slightly watching his veins protrude from his forearms while he continued to pin your wrists to the bed. Your hips lifting from the mattress to feel his bulge press onto you.

"I love how you look when you're on top of me, riding my cock like you fucking own it... your sweet little moans when you're oh so close to coming... the faces you make when I'm fucking you in missionary, your eyebrows furrowing everytime my balls meet with your gorgeous ass..."

"Yeah? What else..." You huffed softly, feeling your clit throb while you squeezed your thighs together.

"I'd rather show you over telling you... but which one do you want baby? I'll do anything to make you feel like the beautiful princess you are."

"Just do anything to me... I want to be slapped and tossed around like I mean nothing to you... please Simon~"

"Oh wow... that's what you really want? Aren't you such a good girl you are for being honest... do you want daddy to use you?" He teased while his hips rubbed onto you to build up arousal. You whimpered and did the same. Pressing yourself further into him. "Do you want me to choke you while calling you my pretty slut? Yeah I know you do..." He said before taking your spandex shorts off and playing with your ass, slapping your cheeks repeatedly watching you squeal in pain.

"Ow- mm~ Simon~ you're the only one that can have such an affect over my body..." You whimpered looking up at him.

"Say it again to me then sweetheart... tell daddy how much you want me to fuck you. Or should I make love to you? Fuck... I want to do disgusting things to you." He groaned pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere.

His hand wrapped around your neck keeping your eyes on him.

"Anything that would make us so uncomfortable that we can't even share q glance with eachother for a week..." He said holding your jaw. Simon proceeded to press his bodyweight onto you, purposefully keeping you unable to move. You nodded and bit into your lip. "Daddy please fuck me... and come inside of me... I want to have your babies..." You begged, squirming under him.

"Yeah? You do? You want to start a family with me... awe but then I'd have to marry you too... how bad do you want to be Mrs. Riley?" He spoke in a condescending tone slightly poking fun at your request. Somewhat making it seem like he wasn't going to do it.

"Really fucking badly... oh please~ I want to be your wife- you're everything to me... please just breed me like the slut I am~♡"

"Awe... princess you're such a fuckin' whore for wanting me so badly... I'm not going to stop fucking you until your sobbing in overstimulation while your pretty wet cunt is filled to the brim with my seed... I just want to get you pregnant sweetheart."

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"Mhmmhm keep riding my tongue just like that baby. Your clit taste fucking amazing- so sweet but salty... you're so wet for me too... fuck you're doing such a good job for me."

"S-Simoonn~♡ yess don't stop..."

Your back arched as you grinded your hips on Simon's mouth. His index and middle fingers buried deep in your spongey walls curling and thrusting to get you to relax your vaginal muscles.

You held his squishy bare thighs for support. Both of you were fully naked, clothes scattered everywhere in the room. Your eyes had been closed as you used his tongue to get off. He'd stop inbetween the obnoxious sucking and slurping sounds to praise you, your juices dripping down his stubbled chin.

As of right now you were biting your lip while watching Simon's hard cock subtly swing matching the speed of your hips as you singlehandedly had the bed moving in a consistent rhythm. Your mouth was watering, you needed his cock in your mouth so fucking bad.

Simon then swatted your thigh and caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see him glaring at you.

"Instead of staring at my cock like it's a steak, put me in your mouth. My erection is really starting to hurt so you should hurry and put in some fucking effort... I might even come on that pretty face of yours." He stated sternly before sucking on your clit loudly.

"Yes..." You managed to respond while leaning down to hold his thick inches in your hands. Tapping the tip on your tongue and kissing it gently. Then gliding your tongue around the outskirts of his head, he groaned into you but still keeping his mouth busy to not take the pleasure away from you.

He bucked his hips forward and managed to slide inside your mouth partially. You gagged on him, not prepared for such hard and forcful movement.

His tongue pulled the hood back on your clit and circled around the bundle of nerves. He lapped up your juices and swallowed every last drop, groaning at the taste and slapping your ass with both hands.

"Good girl... you taste so fucking delicious, whatever you're maintaning to taste this way, don't stop... fuck it's so good~♡" He moaned while thrusting his hips into your mouth. You hummed a response and held his thighs again for support, your eyes rolling back as your throat tightened and released on his thick shaft.

You could feel your esophagus engulfing every individual vein that twitched and paulsated. Simon continued to do his job but scooted down onto the bed a bit more for better leverage. He placed the heels of his feet onto the bed and began to thrust roughly into your mouth.

His balls slapping against your face as you continued to keep him inside. Sounds of him fucking your throat filling the room while he slapped your ass over and over, not stopping until he saw a deep red handprint appear.

"Take that fucking cock... such a good girl for me aren't you? That's right baby yes you are... yes you fucking are..." He moaned encouraging you further with his hands groping your body.

"You can't even talk right now but that's perfectly fine sweetheart, haahh~ my beautiful girl needed attention yeah? You missed having my cock in your mouth... I know you did. You love sucking me off like your life depends on it..."

God damn he was so good at what he dose. You loved being praised by him, his thick british accent made every word more powerful and moan worthy. His hands were busy which means your vagina was left clenching on nothing. He stared at your entrance watching it drip with a slick substance while clenching tightly and releasing. He could feel your hot lustrous breaths on his cock.

"Awe you love that don't you? Mhmm your pretty pussy is so needy isn't it... you need my cock so fucking bad that it hurts..."

You lifted your head for a moment in a panic for air. Breathing through your nose wasn't enough to keep you from going light headed.

Simon kissed your clit for a moment before pushing you off of his face, tossing you to the side of the bed like a used napkin. He grabbed your arms and pushed you onto the bed, tossing you on your side and lifting your leg onto his shoulder. Slobber was all over your mouth, your eyebrows furrowed as you helplessly looked up at him.

"Daddy is so proud of you for taking my cock so deeply... you look like a fuckable whore with saliva all over your face like that... so pretty just for me... just for me baby..." He moaned aligning himself with your entrance.

He pushed just the tip inside and used his hand to pump up and down his shaft. Moaning into your neck, feeling your walls message and squeezing out the backed up semen acuping his balls.

"Fuck you keep sucking me inside... I can't edge myself when your cunt is too needy for me princess... tell me what you need baby and I'll fucking give it all to you..."

"Breed me Simon... I need it more than fucking the ability to breathe..."

"Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you forget how to breath like I did when we first met? Awe yeah you do."

"Uhhuh~♡ please... pleasepleasepleaseplease!♡"

Simon growled a cussword under his breath and quickly folded you into a mating press. Shoving himself inside you, pushing balls deep until his hips met with yours. You screamed loudly feeling a bulge in your stomach. He moaned and pinned your wrists to the bed like before and began to thrust into you, forcfully slapping his balls against your ass.

"Haangggh~ Take every inch... just like that princess... I'm so fucking proud of you... daddy is so.fucking.proud.of.you." He groaned and grunted in-between thrusts. His nails digging into your wrists while you moaned, tears welling up in your eyes.

Simon let one of your legs go and put his left arm under your head for support to make eye contact with you. Pressing his forehead onto yours groaning lightly and deeply stroking your g-spot.

"Are you still angry with me baby? Do you fucking hate me?" He asked pinning your left leg to the bed and leaning upwards to do the same with your right.

"Uhhhh uhhnngghh... mmahh~ YES! I hate you... so much~♡"

You nodded quickly, covering your face in the process. Your hands shaking as you couldn't control yourself anymore. You clenched him tightly, the sounds of your sopping wet cunt filled the room while Simon stared down at you, wrapping a hand around your neck.

"Good girl~♡ I fuckin' hate you too... I hate you for keeping that insecurity inside for so long and not telling me so I could comfort you sooner... if you told me you would atleast be three months pregnant by now... fuck... now I have to waste my own time pumping you full of my semen now..."

"Ahh~ I hate you... ugh I hate you... I hate you Simon~ UGHH♡"

"Yeah? Why do you hate me sweetheart... tell daddy why you hate him so much..."

You whimpered as Simon pushed you off of him again. You watched him look through the bedside table for his extra phone that had every lewd video and picture he's ever taken of you.

When he leaves every few months and can't spend time with you, he brings this phone to hold him over and fantasize about you. It gets him through the long days, especially when you send him your panties in the mail.

He laid back on the bed and snatched you up into his arms, holding your hips making sure you were comfortable enough before telling you.-

"Squat over me baby... I want to watch you fuck my cock... you make me feel so fucking good baby, I have to record you while you sit on what belongs to you and only you." He groaned holding your waist and watching your facial expression relax. Your body was sore from being twisted and turned in any way Simon wanted but you still managed to hang in there and have enough energy to get yourself off.

You squatted and began to lightly bounce on him to get used to his size in the different position. Simon pressed record and turned the flash on, keeping the camera on your breasts and inbetween your legs.

"Mhmm... just like that my pretty girl... you take me in so well, and awe don't you look gorgeous on camera... fuck we might have to start posting you online... so everyone can see how beautiful my baby is..."

"Ohh~ you're so big... my little cunt can't even fit you inside... I'm trying my best~" You whimpered throwing your head back.

"Mhm~ I know baby... you're doing an excellent job... keep fucking me like that, this cock belongs to you and nobody else... I would never cheat on you or hurt you in any way... I fucking hate you so much princess."

Your whimpers turned into fluent moans. You grinded your hips back and forth and placed your hands on his knees. His words gave you confidence to use him the way you wanted to. Simon was tired for now and needed to recover... he also wanted to watch you ride him, you deserved it.

"I hate you~ ahh... why the fuck do you to work so much... mmm... why can't you just be here with me... with your h-head- inbewteen my thighs- eating my pussy... anytime that I fucking tell you to... uhhh~"

"I shouldn't have to fucking yell at you- so you can understand- Ahhh~ What I want!"

"That's right baby, tell me what I'm doing wrong... put me in my fucking place and use my cock so it's only enjoyable for you... agh, I can feel your cervix everytime you grind forward."

Simon groaned encouraging you futher. The phone still on you, now zoomed into your face he stared at the screen as your saliva dripped down your lip. His cock was penetrating just right, you stayed still for a breif moment before forcfully bouncing up and down again.

Your hips rolling into circles and swaying side to side, hands pressing onto his bare muscular chest for more support. He moaned your name and held your breasts in his hands.

"Your breasts are so beautiful my sweet girl... those cute nipples are so hard, begging to be touched aren't they? Yes they are princess..." He moaned leaning forward to suck your nipples.

He pushed your breasts together and sucked both nipples, toying with them by flicking his tongue on them lightly. His teeth pinching them ever so often aswel.

"What else am I not doing right? You're so angry with me, then now is your fuckin' chance to say it darlin'."

You bounced your ass up and down and pressed your lips together. Feeling your orgasm inch closer and closer. You used a hand to cover his mouth so you could focus on coming. He groaned watching your breasts bounce in his face and whimpered behind your hand, also being able to feel himself getting closer.

"Shut the fuck up~ uhhh you talk too much... mmmmyesss just lay there and look pretty while I come." You moaned loudly, your face scrunching up as the knot inside got tighter.

"Mmm mmmhm~♡"

(Yes Mommy~♡)

You moaned one last time before getting off of him completely, his cock slipping out of you and hitting his stomach. You held inbetween your legs and whimpered loudly as your whole body felt numb all over, The wave of pleasure hitting you like a truck, making you cry out his name and clench your thighs together. Your back arched as your arms fwailed around, leaving you not able to fathom what to do with them.

Simon still held the phone to record everything, capturing your orgasm along with every angle imaginable. You covered your mouth to prematurely muffle your sounds, Simon then taking it apon himself to spread your legs and record your sensitive cunt throbbing and pulsating from the tingling finish.

"Look at you... it's so pretty... awe your still so wet... oh fuck..." He said while spreading your lips apart with his fingers, giving the camera a perfect view.

You tried to speak but clear words didn't come out. He chuckled hearing you speak in tongue and stopped the recording. He yanked you closer to him by the hips and slapped your clit with his tip briefly. "I'm so close to coming baby, I know your tired but I just need to come please..." He groaned sliding inside you, pulling another moan out.

"Simon~ I can't... you're gonna... overstimulate-" He cut you off by holding your legs together in his arms and thrusted his hips forward moaning and squeezing your breasts. Your whimpers turned to moans in an instant, you placed your hand on his and closed your eyes covering your face.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck~ I love you baby... god oh my fucking god- I'm gonna come..."

He thrusted harder and brought your legs to his shoulders. Now lifting you up from the bed and scooping you up in his arms, fucking you how he wants to like you're a personal sex doll. "I love youu... ahhh~ I want to marry you... pump you full of my babies- s-so we can have them back to back... fuck... You're so fucking beautiful... I care about you so much..."

Simon yelled one more curse word and chocked you quickly, applying pressure to the sides of your neck, hearing you gasp at the sudden pressure and moan clenching around him. His balls tingled repeatedly and forced his semen to rush through his shaft and right inside you. He continued to rut his hips upward and moan your name, keeping himself inside to make sure every drop landed deep into your womb.

Once he was finished he sighed heavily and putting you down. Holding your hands with his and kissing your neck, cheek, and forehead. "I love... you..."

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, speaking a response into his ear before holding him in place with your legs.

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An hour went by after the two of you had cleaned up and took seperate shower. You were preparing the bed so you and Simon could cuddle. He was in the bathroom putting on his sweatsuit. A moment went by and out came Simon, you could tell by his expression that he was utterly exhausted. You sat on the bed after fluffing the pillows and watched him make his way to his side of the bed.

"Fuck... I'm so fucking tired..." He groaned plopping onto the bed. You brought him into your embrace and ran your fingers through his hair, rubbing his back and hearing him heavily sigh.

"Uhm... to be clear, you don't actually hate me right? You aren't mad at me?" He asked looking up to you for reassurance.

Under the tough exterior you always knew he was a giant softie. You could even say he was very fragile when it came to knowing how you felt about him.

"No I don't. I never did, I just needed to get that stuff off my chest... and I also missed you sexually... I only said it because I thought It was some sex thing you liked." You explained while be wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing your lower back and burying his face into your stomach.

"Well it was... slightly... I dunno I don't feel like explaining it... I just want to stay like this forever... I love you so much baby." He groaned.

"I love you too Simon... you're such a big baby... come here." You giggled pulling the covers over yourself. He sighed and laid down with you, you hugged him and kissed his cheek while caressing the other side of his face and repeating sweet words. He pulled you onto his body and wrapped his arms around you.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair and allow him to fall asleep. You could hear the steady sounds of his heartbeat and focused on it. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and soon fell asleep with him.

[aemondloverr]

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 ?

Steven Grant x FemReader

Angst + Smut

A/N: Enjoy my second Fanfic!

Synopsis: Your best friend Steven is going through a break up with Layla and he needs you and your comfort + You get your get back on Layla.

wc: 5.5k

Contents: Angst, break up and cheating mentions, Cry-baby Steven, Sub!Steven, Pathetic perv Steven, Oral m!Receiving, tit-fucking, extremely angry layla, dirty messages, reader has a cat

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Ding

Ding

Stevie has sent you two chats.

Your phone’s loud announcements echo through your bedroom while you’re brushing your teeth in the other room. You go to check what could be so urgent that he’s texting at almost midnight.

Please, come over

I need you.

No matter how late or unusual this is, you feel obligated to go help him. He never texts you this late, he's definitely not a night owl, and he’s your best friend. Your ride or die. You'd do anything for him, even if it meant ditching your plans to have a personal care night. So you start up your car and head over to Stevens place, thinking of the long hot bath that could’ve been.

Arriving at his door, you knock softly. Shuffling can be heard getting closer to the door of his flat and he unlocks it quickly. “You told me to come over? What's up?”

He immediately pulls you into a tight hug, making no effort to hide his tears

“Hey- don’t cry…” you hug him back tightly and he leans his head into your shoulder, sobbing loudly. You don't want to disturb his neighbors so you slowly walk forward into the small apartment to kick the door shut behind you. “You're okay. Shhh…I’m here”

Despite your efforts to calm him down, he continues sobbing into your shoulder, gripping your body tightly while trying not to be so loud. He was trying to get his breathing under control, but his efforts were failing him. You try to pull away from the hug but he doesn't want you to let go. He just holds you even tighter and buries his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Look at me-” you manage to get his face up and hold his cheeks in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, not wanting to tell you but it looked like he had something he wanted to get out.

Now you’re going to have to play the guessing game.

“Tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying…?” He takes a huge breath in, trying to contain the sobbing. He starts to mumble something but it's difficult to understand what he's saying. You wipe his tears with your thumbs “Speak up Steven…You know you can tell me anything right? Who hurt you?” His lips quivered as he tried to speak again, putting your ear against his face, trying to hear him better. He mumbles something about cheating and you realize he must mean Layla.

“Was it Layla?!” you say angrily

Welp. That was a mistake. Mentioning her triggered another round of crying. You roll your eyes “That bitch…I knew there was something off about her.”At least you guessed right first try. With the grip that he had on you, his arms were practically crushing you. His babbling was incomprehensible and the sobbing was louder. His eyes were puffy and red and you felt bad. Really bad. You haven’t seen him cry anywhere near this much before. Layla really did a number on him.

You always knew she wasn’t genuine about him. From the first moment you met her, you didn’t like her and she felt likewise about you. You constantly argued with each other and she always told Steven that one day he's going to have to choose—“Me or her, what's it gonna be Steven?!” and Steven wouldn’t choose. He’d just stay silent and he felt bad that layla was alway trying to start something with you

“Stevie, love, I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? In and out.”

Nodding his head at you, his grip loosens slightly as you guide his breathing and calm him down. He's somewhat able to control himself and stops crying but his face is still wet. The first words he says are “I’m sorry.” You know he’s quick to apologies, even when he’s not the one at fault.

“It’s okay, but I can't help you unless you tell me.”

He takes a deep breath in and says quietly “She was…she was kissing another guy…in our bed…” He looks down, avoiding your gaze. You felt a pang in your heart at what he said

“I’m so sorry you had to see that…did she say anything to you…?”

His tears start to fall again and his grip around your waist tightens once again, not yet ready to let go, and you caress his cheek.

“I'm right here…Talk to me.” At this point your shoulder is soaked and it's slightly hard to breathe because of the way he's clinging onto you.

He stutters. “She said that she d-didn’t care about me…that I was worthless, clingy—and I loved her s-so much…” Now he cries into your chest.

“I know Stevie I know, it's okay, Shhh…” You shush him as best you can, rocking his taller figure in your arms. “You don't need her. You never needed her, it's okay. You have me.”

He finally stops crying but his chest heaves. He starts to let go of you, nodding. “I’ll never leave you I promise” You whisper into his ear as he reluctantly removes his arms from your waist. He lets his arms go limp to his side with a sad look on his face.

“Did you eat anything yet?”

He shakes his head no, keeping quiet.

“Did you even shower?”

He shakes his head again. Gosh you think to yourself. He can’t even take care of himself. “Okay um…” you rub your forehead “You should go pack a bag for a few days. You're coming to stay with me.”

He seems surprised by your suggestion, although not in a bad way. “Really…?”

“Yes really. I’m not leaving you alone like this.”

He nods and goes to the other side of his flat, grabbing a bag and stuffing it with clothes and essentials while you wait near the front door. Five minutes later he comes back with a backpack on his back and a few other things in his arms.

“Okay come.” you both walk out the door, locking it and heading to the car. He follows behind you like a puppy, keeping behind you at a slightly slower pace. The car ride is quiet. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one.

*****

When you reach the door to your house, you let Steven in first and he's greeted by your cat. He tilts his head in surprise as he rubs against his leg, but then smiles to himself. When he reaches down to pet him, he meows and walks towards me. “Hi baby, you missed me didn’t youuu” you pick him up and litter him in kisses, petting and spoiling him with scratches on his belly while he purrs. Steven watches as you baby your cat and talk to him in a high pitched voice. He thinks it's actually quite cute. You put the cat down after a few seconds and head to the kitchen.

“Can you lock the door for me?” You put your key up and open the fridge to heat up the rest of your dinner from earlier that evening for Steven and take out ice cream for yourself.

Steven nodded and locks the door, then leans his body against the doorframe of the kitchen

“You’re acting like you’re a stranger to my house” you chuckle “Go sit or something. And you can put your bag in my bedroom”

He mutters an “Oh” and walks toward your bedroom, Coming back out to the kitchen empty handed.

“Here’s your food” You slide over the plate to the side of the table he's sitting and he starts eating, but slower than usual. Usually he'd just immediately devour the food in front of him within minutes but with his mood affected, he's not like that anymore.

He finishes chewing his first bite and swallows it down, taking in a breath before speaking.

“Thank you…for letting me stay here…”

“It’s no problem. I would’ve stayed at your place but you know, the cat and gus, that wouldn’t have gone well…”

He chuckles “I know but still, I appreciate it anyways…You’re the only one who would’ve done this for me”

*****

Steven finishes the meal and asks “Did you make this?...It was really good”

You turn around from washing the dishes in the sink. “I did actually, thanks Stevie ” you speak over the running water, smiling to yourself at his compliment. Meanwhile, he looks away and blushes when you call him by his nickname. He loves when you call him ‘Stevie.’ ‘It's okay Stevie ,’ ‘Stevie come here,’ no matter what it was, you called him that all the time, more than his actual name.

You sigh after finishing the dishes and sweeping the kitchen. “I think I'm gonna head to bed soon. You can do whatever you want really. You know where everything is.”

After thinking over what you said, he speaks up. “Do you have a spare bed I could use? I don’t want to disturb you or invade your space”

He was always so thoughtful.

“Oh- no I’ll sleep on the couch and you'll sleep in my bed.”

He looks at you surprised that you’re willing to sleep on the couch alone just so that he can sleep on the bed. He shakes his head refusing. “No..n-no… you should sleep on the bed. I’ll stay on the couch.-”

“I want you to be comfortable”

“But I have a blanket and the couch is comfortable anyway-”

Sometimes a little too thoughtful…

You appreciate his concern but he's just making things difficult, although you know he doesn’t mean to.

“Steven.” you cut him off sternly and he knows you’re serious this time. You didn’t call him Stevie.

He flinches at the tone and volume of your voice and freezes. After a few seconds of silence he says “W-what…?”

You sigh and go lay down on the couch. He pauses for a few seconds—should he take the couch or your bed? He makes a final decision and takes the couch too.

“No, Steven. Get up.”

“No”

You roll your eyes at difficulty “If I sleep in the bed, will you sleep in the bed too?”

You plan on sleaking out of the room later on into the night when he falls asleep to go to the couch. He looks to you, considering the offer you had given him before he speaks up. “Yes. I will.”

You let out a sigh of relief. He’s like a child sometimes. “Okay fine. Whatever. Go take a shower. You need it”

He’s taken off guard by that comment, blushing in embarrassment. “Yeah, I probably do…”

He goes into the bathroom of your room, taking off his clothes and stepping into the hot shower. He feels the water hitting his skin and starts to relax a bit. Leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, trying to forget about the rough day he had.

*****

While Steven is in the shower, you undress yourself in your room, stripping away the clothes of your tiring day. You wrap yourself in a thin towel and sit on your bed, ready and waiting for the shower and entertaining yourself on your phone.

He’s out of the shower fairly quickly, within 10 minutes. He tries not to take up too much of your time because he already knows he’s starting to get you irritated.

He walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and hair damp. Damn does he look good, toned and muscular. To be honest he looks oiled up with how wet his body still is.

“It’s your tur-...” his words trail off and he pauses for a second in the doorway, staring at you from across the room. He looks like he's seen a ghost and it’s because of you—the way you’re sitting in your short, thin towel. It's riding up your thighs.

He tries so hard not to look at you as you get up because he knows it would be inappropriate to stare while you’re in nothing but your towel. I mean it was barely a towel really…

You hold it tightly around your body and the material is so thin the outline of your nipples slightly show through. His breath catches in his throat when he notices and Steven mutters to himself. “Oh my god..”

He can feel heat arising between his legs. “I-I’m finished…” He sure was about to finish. He stammers, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not your nipples, but fails miserably. “Okay” you reply, distracted by your phone. He moves from the doorway and you stand up from the bed, unaware of the effect you had on him.

As you walk towards the bathroom your ass almost shows from underneath the short towel and Steven goes red. He puts on a sweatshirt, towel still on his lower half and tries to think of other things, laying in the bed to distract his mind from thinking of your body. “I’ll be in the shower for about a half hour so don’t wait up for me okay?” you say over your shoulder. You close the door to the bathroom and get into the hot shower.

His mind was telling him one thing but his body is telling him another. Even though he tries to resist his urges, he’s losing the battle against himself. In the shower, you play soft music and hum along but by that point, he can’t resist his desires anymore. He starts to imagine what you’d look like naked, water dripping down your body, and hair wet.

He wonders what it’d be like to touch you…to feel your soft skin under his finger tips, and he finds himself getting hard under the towel. He feels so guilty for having those thoughts about you but he can’t help himself. You’re just…so…beautiful, and so caring to him. You show him love like no one else. He needed your presence to clear his mind from everything anyways. Maybe it would help with the stress too.

Since you’re going to be in the shower for a half-hour, he figures he’s just going to get this over and done with and you don’t have to know about it. He takes off his sweater and starts to massage himself through the towel, closing his eyes, imagining that you’re the one touching him. Steven groans and his pace is increasing. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, especially in your bed, but it feels too good to stop.

You scrub your arms with soap in the shower, still humming along to the song you played on your phone. All of a sudden you think you hear a groan and stop humming for a moment. Maybe I'm just hearing things… You think to yourself. He notices the absence of your voice and also stops, thinking that he's been found out. But when you continue again, completely oblivious, so does he.

He takes off his towel and finally puts his hand on his hard length with urgency. He can’t believe how turned on he is just by seeing you in your towel, knowing you’re naked underneath. Steven has seen you in low cut dresses that show half your chest, short skirts that expose your plump thighs, and nothing but his oversized shirts and the shortest shorts he's ever seen, and yea maybe he got flustered. Maybe he got turned on…a lot…But he’s never had the guts to please himself to the thought of you.

He moans louder, almost whimpering, your name falling from your lips. He needs to stop before he cums all over himself but he can’t stop moving his hand. He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth agape, and his legs shake as he reaches his climax. His cock throbs against his palm, shooting cum onto his stomach and chest. Steven pants, out of breath, feeling embarrassed and ashamed at what he just did. But at the same time, there’s a part of him that wants to do it again…

*****

You're still in the shower, scrubbing your legs, completely unaware that he was jerking off to you and cumming in your bed. The guilt is starting to eat away at him as he continues to stroke his cock, taking in your scent of you on the clothes you took off just before your shower. You’re all he can think about right now and he's not stopping. This time, he moans too loudly, loud enough for you to hear it clearly. When you stop humming to listen, he's too in his head to notice. You listen carefully. There it is again, that groan…You get out of the shower quickly, only drying your legs so you don't drip too much water everywhere. Concerned, you hastily wrap your towel around your chest and open the door of the bathroom.

You finally walk in the room looking worried. “Steven? Are you oka-” You stop in your tracks, water dripping on the floor from your still wet hands.

Steven sees you exiting the bathroom and his heart races, only this time from the fear of getting caught. He scrambles to cover up his mess with his towel. How could he have been so stupid. Now you’re going to think he’s some kind of pervert.

He looks at you with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. His face is red and he tries to pretend nothing happened but it's obvious. You see his legs still trembling and the cum on his chest, and he’s red and sweating.

You blush at the sight and stand there, stunned. You expected to see him hurt, not him fucking his hand and smelling your clothes… “Steven were you-” you struggle to get the words out. But he answers. “Yeah, I- I was-” he clears his throat, unable to meet your gaze. “In my bed?!” you cut him off, not angry but confused as to why he would do it in your bed

“Look I’m sorry, i-it won't happen again” He tries to sound sincere, but he can’t help the way his heart is racing for you or the bulge he’s covering in the towel. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to look at you. “I just-”

“You just what??”

“I just can’t stop thinking about you…” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounds in his chest, and he wants nothing more than for you to understand.

“But you just got cheated on by layla-”

“I know but with everything that’s happened with her, what she did to me, I really just needed some kind of release…I thought that this would help me to feel less stressed, and after seeing you in that towel, basically naked, I couldn’t stop imagining you and you turned me on and I’m saying too much now, aren't I…I should shut up now.”

He rambles, desperately trying to explain himself to you

“I’m not trying to make excuses,” he says softly. “And I didn’t think it would be a big deal y’know, because you’d be in the shower for 30 minutes but you got out early…”

“I know Steven but-” you feel bad that he has to resort to this for stress relief and you walk closer, within arms reach.

“I know, I'm sorry, I’m so sorry…” his body still trembles slightly from the aftermath of his orgasm and the adrenaline rush of being caught.

“You’re the last person I have left, please don't leave me…I won’t get over her without you…” It's the truth but he doesn’t wanna admit it, especially with the mess he's made of himself

You reassure him.. “I already told you I’m not leaving you”

“Then please, give me another chance," he pleads, grabbing onto your hand. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. I just need you in my life right now…Please don’t push me away”

His pleading finally gets to you and you decide to help him.

“I’m not upset at you, I just wish you’d asked for help sooner…” your voice is filled with understanding, not resentment like he thought it would’ve been

“I should’ve…You’re right…Look I’ll do anything-”

“I’ll help you Steven. I’m not going to leave” Your skin is still damp from the shower

“Thank you” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.

“Sit on the bed” He nods and listens to you, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still holding your hand in his. “Take the towel off your lap for me” He didn’t know you meant help in that way.

“W-what…?”

You get on your knees in front of him

”I said take off the towel.”

you instructed him once again. He watches you get on your knees and he hesitates for a moment.

”You wanted my help didn’t you?” You say looking up at him from the floor

Steven nods slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from your damp chest

”Yes…” He removes the towel, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his semi-hard cock.

“Don’t be shy. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles.

You gently run your fingers over the head of his cock, coating it with his precum and his body jolts.

“I’ll do all the work. Don’t even lift a finger.”

He watches as you lean forward, your lips brushing against his swollen tip. It twitches in response and he groans at your touch, closing his eyes. Wrapping your hands around the base, you press kisses against it and start to work your hands and tongue.

He was already halfway to his orgasm because of his… previous actions.

You let the towel loosen around you and use your breasts to squeeze around his length. He couldn't help but yelp in surprise at the sudden pressure and the warmth that emanated from your still damp chest.

He swallowed hard as his hands trembled. “You like that, Stevie?” you say to him with a sweet, low voice.

Steven nods his head, looking down at you with half lidded eyes

There was no way he could form a cohesive response right now. All he could do was let out a strangled moan as the words caught in his throat. All he could do was feel; Feel the pleasure that your hands brought him, feel the ecstasy coil tight in his gut.

His hips jerked forward slightly, trying to chase the sensation as he muttered a string of incoherent words. His breath quickens at the sight of you–fondling your chest, squeezing them together up and down his length.

The way you control him is so intoxicating, he’d obey anything you ask of him.

You can tell he’s sensitive so you speed up your movements, making his hips buck involuntarily, hand reaching down to grip at your hair. This time take him down your throat completely, head bobbing up and down causing you to almost gag until tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Just then, you think of an idea and stop sucking for a moment.

“Please…Keep doing” he begs.

“Just wait for a second. Let’s text Layla.”

He looks down at you with a puzzled look on his face.

“S-sorry what…Why…?”

“I said let's text Layla. On your phone. I want her to know what she could’ve had so let's send her a message”

Still looking confused but complying with your request, he picks up his phone and opens it to the contacts until he gets to layla and gives it to you. You text Layla: ‘I know what you did.’

She surprisingly texts back.

‘So fucking what Steven?’

‘Oh, I’m sorry this isn’t Steven. I should’ve made that clear. He’s not available right now.”

‘Who is this??’

‘His best friend. You remember me right?’ The tone of your text sounds like you're almost taunting her.

‘Why the fuck do you have Steven’s phone??’

‘Because he’s a little…preoccupied at the moment’

You go back to talking to Steven

“Don’t say a thing unless I speak to you okay?” you say to Steven

You start a voice message

“Sure…?” He somewhat gets the gist of what you’re trying to do but he doesn’t realize it involves the embarrassment of Layla having to hear him moan…he doesn't realize it’s a voice message, not a text.

“Wait what are you-” When you begin to move your hands around his hard length again he lets out a deep moan. “Oh- bloody-” tears form in his eyes from the immense pleasure you’re giving him.

“Baby shhhh…you don’t wanna wake the neighbors do you?”

He nods and tries to stifle his moans

The phone records the voice message for 30 seconds. And for those thirty seconds, all that can be heard is the wet sounds of you sucking him off, moans of your name, and just as he’s cumming for the second time, the recording cuts off and sends to Layla.

He releases into your mouth with a loud moan, bucking his hips again, legs shaking violently. One hand grabs a fist full of your hair and the other grabs the sheets for stability. He came so hard he’s sure you sucked the soul out of him. He might’ve woken his neighbors too.

Layla: ‘are you fucking him?! I never thought you’d stoop so low… hoeing around like that…Fuck you and Steven’

You reply

‘You're a homewrecker, a whore, and a skank who cheats on good people so I don’t wanna hear shit from you.’

‘You have no right saying that to me-’ Three dots indicated that she was typing another message. Before she could send it you shut her up.

‘I'm not arguing with a bitch that's ran through. I hope you catch an STD.’

As Steven comes down from his high, you still stroke him slowly, already having swallowed his cum. It’s a good thing you’re good at typing with one hand.

Layla blows up his phone with text messages, the sound of notifications ringing through the room.

Once he’s able to speak again he keeps apologizing, letting go of your hair. “I’m so sorry- did I- I pulled your hair too hard didn’t I…I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay Steven, you didn’t mean to. You don’t have to apologize for enjoying yourself.”

“A-are you sure? I just-”

“Yes, Steven” He still looks slightly guilty

He smiles warmly at your understanding, heart still beating rapidly as he slows his breathing.

You fasten the towel around your waist and thighs a bit but it’s loose on around chest

“Thanks for… um… for helping me out…”

You smile and sit close to him, bare leg touching his.

“Of course Steven”

He smiles back at you before speaking again

“I… I really needed tonight. My week’s been pretty rough… and I’m just happy that tonight turned out the way it did… and that I got to spend it with you…”

You glance to his lips and he catches it.

He slowly inches his body closer to you, hand now gently resting on your leg, near your upper thigh. His eyes are fixed on your lips, as if he’s trying to decide whether or not to go lean in or pull back

“Steven I um-” he kisses you.

He seemed to surprise himself when he did

“I’m sorry… was… was that ok…” he says to you, his cheeks feeling hot now and his face going completely red.

Even you’re surprised at his boldness “yea I-“

He places his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss again—but this time he lets them linger yours before stopping, realizing he’s starting to get carried away. He can’t help but smile at your reaction.

Now you’re the one who’s embarrassed.

he looks away, laughing quietly to himself.

“Um… I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean to get that ahead of myself… I just-”

He looked back over to you before continuing

“I wanted to kiss you…again”

You chuckle lightly. “no it’s okay, that was…nice”

“That’s good… I’m glad”

He looks at your lips as he speaks, wanting to kiss you again.

“You still have a lot to learn tho…”

“Yeah I know… maybe we should practice-”

You put a finger on his lips stopping him from talking. “but not tonight. It’s been a long night, and I have work later, okay?”

He sighs softly, feeling disappointed that you’re refusing to let him kiss you more. However, he understands your reasoning and he simply nods his head.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth again and then clean off my chest so I can get to bed. You should clean off too cuz y’know…” you make a gesture to the cum on his own chest

He suddenly remembers his…current state. He looks down at his chest and realizes how messy it is.

“O-oh… yeah… okay, good idea…” he whispers as flusteredly

He quicky stood up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom to clean up

*****

After you’ve cleaned up and left the bathroom, he continued to stand there for a few more seconds, reflecting on your night together. It was just a few hours ago that you were his best friend and nothing more. But now… after only one night, you made him just about the happiest he’s ever been

A/N: Give me feedback in the comments as alwaysss. The angst will be posting soon after this. Like, repost, and leave requests to support!! And I PROMISE in the summer time, I wont keep disappearing 😭 School is finished now!!

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plus...he's adorable pt.2

part 1

notes: fluff, vegetarian!reader, college!reader

*not my gif*

you had every intention of texting the cute boy who gave you his number at the museum, but you got busy. you had four different essays due and as much as you would have loved to blow them off, you were so close to graduating.

by the time you'd found the piece of paper with his number on it in one of your college notebooks, it had been a week. surely it was too late to try and get a hold of him now. which really sucked, because he seemed like the perfect guy.

it was disappointing, but you supposed you should just let it go. maybe it wasn't the right time.

at least, that's what you thought until you smacked right into him in the park. it was after your very last class and then sun was almost completely gone.

you were just about to stop by your favorite deli and order your usual, a veggie sub sandwich, when your forehead whacked his. "shit," you hissed, bringing your hand up to your head.

"oh!" steven rubbed his own forehead with a pained expression. "i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying-" he started but paused when he realized it was you.

his mind played back the last week that he's been anxiously waiting by his phone for a call from you. steven crossed his arms as if to really stick it to you.

"now you listen here missy," he began to rant. "it's not very kind to tell someone you'll 'see them soon' and then never call. i've been sitting around my flat eating chocolates and chatting with my fish like a sad bloke."

you desperately tried not to laugh at him. he was right. you should've called, but his accent made him twice as adorable and you were having a hard time focusing.

"i'm sorry, i've just been so busy." you tried to explain.

steven shook his head. he was actually putting up a better fight than he thought he would. "i don't need your excuses. if you don't like a guy you should just tell him next time."

"but i do like you!" you said as you started to get slightly frustrated.

steven uncrossed his arms and listened to you with a bewildered expression.

you sighed, "i got distracted writing essays for my finals so that i can finally graduate next month."

steven shrugged, "alright. that's a decent excuse."

"i really did want to call you, but once i had the time i felt like it was too late," you confessed.

the two of you had finally come to understanding, so there you were. standing face to face in the middle of the park.

"i'm free now if you're hungry? unless that's a stupid idea. you're right, it was a dumb suggestion. i just thought-" he began to nervously rant again.

you giggled, "steven," you grabbed his hand to calm him down. "i'd love too."

steven smiled and wrapped his hand around yours. as the two of you began to walk, you came across a steakhouse. steven tried to be considerate of you and asked if you'd like to go in. you, of course, just nodded thinking it was what he wanted.

you were seated at a private little table outside. you looked up and down your menu desperately looking for something without meat in it. steven did the same, peeking over his menu to look at you every once in a while.

eventually you just gave up and set your menu down with a groan, "i'm sorry. it's just that, i'm a vegetarian."

steven's eyes practically lit up, "no way! i'm vegan, i just didn't want to say anything to ruin this."

you both laughed at the entire situation as a waiter walked over with a notepad, "what will the two of you be having?"

you and steven shared a look before he replied, "we'll take two slices of the vegan vanilla cheesecake."

"to go," you added.

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Hello!! Can I just say I love your blog and your writing sooo much. If you still write for Yugioh, can I please request relationship headcanons for Yami/ Atem if you have the time? He was my childhood crush (even still to this day tbh). Thanks! Have a nice day <3

Absofruitly anon! He was one of my childhood crushes too lol

Content: Yami Yugi/Atem x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I went with modern Atem this time around. If you want ancient Egyptian Atem, lemme know!

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Atem is kinda shy when you both first start dating

Cut the man some slack, he hasn't dated in about 3,000-5,000 years (depending on the dub or sub)

He doesn't particularly like PDA, and doesn't see a need to announce your relationship to his friends. He thinks they should "just know."

Obviously they don't, so Tea still hits on him and you get angry about it. Atem never notices when Tea hits on him and only knows about it when you point it out

He's quick to tell his friends about your relationship then. Joey teasingly asks him to prove it, and he wastes no time kissing you on the lips despite not liking PDA

It takes him a couple months to start getting comfortable with the relationship, and slowly gets more comfortable with PDA

He'll only go so far as hand holding and putting his arm around you, but it is progress

Behind closed doors though, I'd like to think he's a little clingy. If you need to go in another room for something he won't follow, he'll just wait for you. But he'll always want to cuddle or be touching you in some way

He prefers kisses on the cheek instead of the lips

He'd take you on such cute dates. He'd get the ideas either from Yugi, Bakura or social media (Joey and Tristian aren't exactly cute, and he wouldn't ask Tea about this)

He'd take you on picnic dates, take you to local events, he'll win you prizes at Kaiba Corp and go on any rides you want to go on and end the day with a kiss on the ferris wheel.

When you cuddle, he likes being the big spoon. He'll rub your back, scratch your back, whatever you want

He loves watching Tik Tok or Instagram reels or Youtube with you on your phone while you spoon. He'll periodically give you cheek kisses

I feel like Atem would be the first one to say "I love you" and he says it after every goodbye, every goodnight, every good morning, and every hello

If you two are away from each other, he always starts the conversation with a "how are you? how was your day?" text

His first priority is you. He loves you and he wants to make sure you're okay

He's also pretty chill with anything. If you're sick and look terrible, he's still going to want to be intimate. When you ask why, he'll kiss your cheek and give you a poetic sentence about loving you at your worst. Makes you tear up

Atem is also really good at listening to you and comforting you when something is wrong. He wishes he could duel all your problems away :(

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

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One Good Fuck/ 2

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- Dom reader, sub Joongie, blow job, deepthroating, teasing, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, pussy eating, cock riding, choking, orgasm denial, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two months later

Hongjoong POV

"Hey, you free? Wanna hang?", I text her

Now comes the anxious waiting

We're on a practice break and I'm sitting all the way in the corner, trying not to freak out

Last week, when I texted her the same thing she hit me with "I can't I have a date"

And I kinda lost it

Figuratively speaking

It's just, as soon as I read those words insane jealousy came over me

I felt so possessive over her, felt like she's mine but she's not

That confirmed what I already knew and was trying to deny for two months

My feelings for her

The desperate want to touch her

The desperate need to kiss her, hold her, be with her

The love that's more than friendship love

And the utter hurtful realization that she doesn't feel the same way for me because she's going out with someone else

I don't know what to do

Should I tell her how I feel?

Keep it to myself?

Get one of the guys to talk to her?

Talk to one of her friends?

This is new territory for me

I have no problems getting a girl to fuck or date but I've never been in love before

I've never wanted someone like I want her

And I have no idea how to go about things

And there's the, you know, crippling fear of her rejection

I never cared about rejection before

If the girl I hit on didn't want to fuck, it was cool, I'd just find another girl

The girl I wanted to casually date said no?

No problem

But just the thought of her saying the words, "I don't feel the same" makes me feel like I'm going to throw up

Like it'll completely rip my heart out

I just don't know what to do

My phone goes off and I anxiously open her text

"If you mean today then yeah I'm free. But not tomorrow"

Curiously, I send, "Why, what's tomorrow"

And when she answers me back, I wish I hadn't asked

"I have a second date with the guy from last week"

My heart drops to the floor, tears springing in my eyes

Another date

With the same guy

She must like him enough to go out with him again

I lost my shot

If I hadn't been so scared, hadn't let work take over so I could avoid my feelings, she maybe could of been mine

But now I can't say anything

She likes this guy and as hard as it is, I'm not ruining that

I want her to be happy even if I'm not

I text her that something suddenly came up with work and I have to fix some songs

No way I can see her today

I don't trust myself not to be sad and upset

Then she'll ask what's wrong and I'll have to pretend everything is ok

I don't have the energy to do that today

She texts back that she understands and to call her to hang out next time

I send her a thumbs up emoji, then shove my phone in my pocket, dropping my head in my hands

This fucking blows

"Joong"

I look up to San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Mingi looking down at me

"What?"

"We're trying to figure out what to do for food after practice. Are you gonna hang out with Jo?", Seonghwa asks

"No", I answer, then drop my head in my hands again

"Are you ok?", San asks concerned

"Fine"

I so don't want to deal with this right now

"You're not fine", Mingi says, "You look upset. You said you were hanging with Jo today and now you're saying you're not. What happened?"

I don't answer, not wanting to talk about this with anyone and hoping they'd just go away

No such luck

"Hongjoong!", Seonghwa shouts

Lifting my head again, I glare and tell them, "She has another date. With the same guy"

"Tonight?", Jongho questions

I shake my head, "Tomorrow"

"So why is that stopping you from seeing her tonight?", Seonghwa asks

I glare yet again

They know how I feel about her, especially Seonghwa as I talk to him the most

"I can't be around her right now. Not knowing that she's going....out with someone else"

"Oh my god, just fucking tell her Hongjoong!", San exclaims

Easy for him to say

And the whole situation sounds ridiculous too

"Tell her what? That after one time sleeping with her I...", I trail off

"That you love her! Jesus, she's your best friend! She's not gonna bite!", San rolls his eyes

And I get so fucking mad

Didn't he fucking hear me a minute ago?

"She's dating someone else!", I yell, "That is a sure fire way of her not having feelings for me!"

Are they dense?

I just told them she's dating someone else, what aren't they getting?

"She's going on a second date with someone. That's not dating", Jongho points out

"Doesn't matter, she doesn't want me"

"You don't know that!", Seonghwa exclaims, "Go to her apartment now! Tell her how you feel! See what she says. Before you actually lose her to this guy"

"Don't be afraid", Mingi assures me, "You'll regret it if you don't say anything"

I mean I already regret not saying anything to her before she went out with this guy

I had two months to speak up and I blew it

Maybe, I shouldn't blow it again

But I'm scared

"I..I'm scared", I whisper

"There's nothing to be scared of", San reasons, "You two are best friends. The worst case is that she doesn't feel like that but you still won't lose her. She'd never drop you"

"And sometimes you just have to just take the risk to get what you want", Jongho adds

"Just go. You won't be able to finish practice while thinking about this anyway", Seonghwa says

Are they actually kicking me out?

I'm the leader here, how are they telling me what to do?

"Go Joong. Now", Jongho demands, "Before I throw you out of the room"

I raise my eyebrow but I believe Jongho

And he's strong enough to do it

But still, I'm the leader

"Now", he says in a serious tone

When I don't move, he starts coming towards me and I immediately stand up

"Alright! Alright! Jesus", I exclaim, "Fine, I'll go"

"You better. You're Uber is almost here", San says

"What?"

He called me an Uber?

Seriously?

San shows me his phone and it is on the uber app, with a one minute ETA

"But I'm all sweaty"

"Please, like she cares", Seonghwa snorts, "And anyway, girls love that shit"

Mingi and San nod

Whatever

"It's here", San announces

I glare at them one more time then I turn and leave the practice room, heading to the exit and my heart pounding in my chest

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Ringing her doorbell, I wait nervously for her to answer it

God, my hands are so sweaty and I'm actually fucking terrified

I hear the locks turning and I'm ready to run

"Joong?", she says, surprise on her face, "What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn't hang out today?"

I can't tear my eyes off her and I can't stop myself

Stepping inside her apartment, I kick her door closed, move close to her, my lips against hers

I melt into her as I feel her kiss me back, her hands bunching in my shirt

Fuck this is exactly what I wanted

This feeling, her soft lips against mine

My arms tightly around her

When the kiss ends, she looks at me in confusion

"Don't go on the date tomorrow", I whisper, softly touching her cheek, "Stay with me"

"I...I don't understand Joong", she answers softly, confusion in her gorgeous eyes

It's now or never

"I love you", I tell her, watching even more shock form on her face, "I don't want you to go out with this guy. I want you to be with me"

"Are...are you serious?"

I nod, "So serious. I can't stop thinking about you. After we...you've been the only thing on my mind. I want you. I want to be the one to take you on dates. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, spend time with you. I want you to want me"

"But you said you're with the makeup artist?"

I shake my head, "I'm not. After we were together I stopped seeing her. I couldn't be with her when you're all I wanted. I ignored her phone calls and when I realized I loved you I ended things with her. I never slept with her after we were together. I didn't kiss her, touch her, not even hold her hand. I didn't see her outside of work and even at work all she did was my makeup. I don't want her or anyone else. You are who I want"

I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something

I confessed everything, there's nothing else I can say

"I do want you Joongie"

I let out my breath as I realize what she said

"Yeah?", I ask, hopeful

She nods, "I love you Joong. I always have. You've always been my dream guy but I figured you didn't see me like that or you would of said something. I..I didn't want to go out with Kwan but I was trying to get over you"

"Don't jagi. Don't get over me. Please baby don't. Be with me, let me love you Jo", I say softly, "I want to love you. So much"

She smiles softly and it fucking knocks the breath out of me

"I want to love you too Joongie. It's all I ever wanted"

I nod, leaning my forehead against hers, "You're mine baby. I'm yours. We can love each other just like we want"

"Ok baby", she agrees, then presses her lips against mine, fireworks exploding in my vision, my entire body heating up

Fuck, I want to feel this way every single time I kiss her

Like the earth fell away and there's nothing but me and her

Somehow, I know I will

With her, I will

I move my tongue in her mouth, hers immediately playing with mine, the kiss turning desperate

Our hands move quickly, shirts pulled off, her bra on the floor

She pushes me against the wall, her lips pressing kisses to my neck, her hands on my body, touching everywhere

Heat and fire flood every inch of me, from her fingers, from her lips

This was what I was craving these last two months

Her touch

Her

Just her

Her kisses spread down, all over my chest, her tongue licking my skin before her lips press against it

I moan, watching her kiss me over and over again, going lower and lower

She moves to her knees, my heart pounding in my chest as her lips kiss my stomach over and over

Her hands so very slowly, undo my belt, the clinking sound of it ringing in my ears

She undoes the button on my jeans, the zipper following, my jeans falling to my ankles

"Off Joongie"

I kick my shoes off, followed by my jeans, doing as she asks

Her hands run up my legs, staying on my hips, her mouth kissing all over my lower stomach

I breathe hard, her kisses feeling amazing, my hand moving in her long hair

One of her hands drop to the tent in my boxers, palming my hard dick

"Fuck", I whisper

Her mouth moves down, her lips now kissing my hard on through my boxers, my cock twitching against her lips

"Mmm, nice and hard for me baby", she murmurs

I nod, so fucking turned on

"All for me?"

"Yes jagi", I whimper

"Good baby", she says softly, continuing to kiss me through my boxers

I whine, wanting to feel her mouth on my bare skin

"You gonna let me suck your cock this time?"

"Yes", I shout, so desperate to feel her lips on my dick

"Good because I like sucking cock. I've been told I'm good at it"

"Show me baby", I whimper, "Please jagi"

"Hmm want to see me suck your cock that much baby?"

"So much jagi", I pant

God, the thought of watching her with my dick in her mouth is making me feral

Her fingers move to the waist band of my boxers, slowly pulling them down

As soon as my cock springs free, she's kissing all over my base, her lips so soft against me

"Oh my god", I moan

My boxers drop to the floor, her kisses dragging along my length, slowly, blissfully

God, I've never had this done before

Never had kisses on my dick, never knew how fucking good it feels

Most girls just go right to sucking but this feels phenomenal

A new experience that I know I have to have from now on when she's gonna blow me

It's non-negotiable

After the kisses, she licks me, her tongue moving from the base of my cock to my head in one long lick

That she repeats over and over, all over my length

"Fuck jagi", I whimper, "Love seeing your tongue on me"

She smiles, licking under my head, her hand wrapping around the rest of my dick

Her tongue slides up, licking along my slit

I'm so hard, so horny, I'm leaking all over the place

She licks the cum off me, swallowing then smirking up at me

"Tastes so good Joongie", she says, continuing to lick which makes me leak even more, "Gonna give me more?"

I nod rapidly

"Gonna cum in my mouth so I can swallow it all?"

"Yes", I whimper, wanting that so much

I feel like if she keeps licking me, I'll definitely cum which is completely mind blowing

She doesn't even have to suck on me, just lick me but God do I want her to suck my cock

Her mouth moves around my head, keeping her tongue on my underside and she sucks once

"Fuck yes", I cry, pleasure filling me hard

Her mouth keeps moving, sucking on me, her hand jerking me off in time to her sucking

Her big eyes are on mine as she blows me, the brown of her iris so pretty, so intense

Every few sucks, she moves down an inch on my cock, the pleasure increasing

"Baby, baby, fuck baby", I whimper, thankful I have the wall behind me to help me stay up

She takes half of me in her mouth, sucking so well, her hand moving up and down my shaft so pleasurably

I'm so close, ready to cum down her throat

"Baby...jagi...", I pant, my hand fisting her hair

And suddenly the pleasure stops

"Baby...what...what happened?", I whine

She smirks, "Can't let you cum so easily baby"

"No jagi", I cry, wanting her mouth back around me

Instead she gives me more kisses along my shaft, moans spilling from my mouth

After a minute, her mouth moves back around my length, sliding down a bit more

She sucks hard, her head bobbing back and forth on my cock, pleasure roaring back

"Oh baby", I moan, holding onto her hair tightly

The sounds she's making as she blows me are so hot

Moans, swallows, so fucking arousing

Her mouth is amazing, she's so right, she's incredible at blow jobs

I'm close again, my eyes closing, my head pressed against the wall

And again, she pulls off my cock right when I'm gonna cum, making me whine and beg

She ignores me, kissing my length again until I'm calm

"Mm baby", she murmurs, "You're cock is so hard"

Yeah because she's teasing me

Her tongue licks my dripping slit, swallowing my cum from there

"Jagi", I whimper

"Aww baby", she teases, "Do you wanna cum that bad?"

I nod, "Yes baby. Please"

"Wanna cum in my mouth that badly?"

"Yes jagi. Fuck, wanna cum down that pretty throat, watch you swallow it all", I moan, "Please baby, suck my cock"

She smirks, nodding

This time, when she gets her mouth around me, she removes her hand and slips down my entire length

"Oh my god", I cry, shocked that she's deepthroating me

She chokes for a few seconds and that sound is music to my ears but I don't want to hurt her

"Jagi", I murmur, trying to pull her head back, but she shakes her head, moving her hands on my hips and pulls me as close as she can, nestling my cock in her tight throat

She swallows, her throat constricting around my cock making unbelievable pleasure shoot through me

Her head slides down to my head, then she bobs back up taking me in hard and rough

"Oh my fucking god!", I cry, as she moves quickly up and down

Tears fall down her gorgeous face, spit all over the place as she gives me the messiest and most pleasurable blow job I've ever had

I don't ever want to be blown any other way than this way and through the bliss I realize that I can have this all the time now

Because she's mine

I watch my cock move in and out of her mouth as I moan so loudly, the pleasure turning my head off

She goes hard on my cock, each bob bringing me right there

"Please baby, let me cum", I plead, "Please don't stop jagi. Please"

She nods, her gorgeous wet brown eyes on me and god she looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth

She slides down my , keeping me in her mouth and sucking rapidly

"Joanne, oh my god, fuck!", I yell, bliss crashing over me as I shoot my cum down her throat

I close my eyes, yelling wordlessly, pulling her hair hard while keeping her on my dick, even though it's not like she's even trying to move off

Instead she's pushing me even more into her mouth as she can, swallowing eagerly, the pleasure from that mixing with the bliss I already feel, making everything so fucking mind blowing

My legs are shaking and I lean against the wall to keep myself up

When it's over, I let go of her hair, my brain a complete mush

I feel her pull me out of her mouth, her tongue licking my slit for more

I feel her move away, her lips pressing kisses on my neck, my arm moving around her waist, keeping her against me as I get it together

Once I'm back to earth, I lift her face to mine, kissing her in a loving kiss

When the kiss ends, she smiles at me, takes my hand and leads me to her room

She maneuvers me in front of the foot of her bed, smirks at me, then pushes me back so I fall on the bed

"Lay back baby", she tells me as she pulls down her PJ shorts, then her lacy barely there panties

I know I just came but fuck, I'm already so hard watching her take her clothes off for me

My girlfriend is so fucking hot

I look at her sexy body that I was missing for so long

My eyes land on the new sternum tattoo she got

It's so beautiful, so delicate and I know I'm going to be spending so much time kissing all over it and tracing all the lines later

She climbs on me, sitting on my lap, her cunt soaking me

Her hips move, grinding along my cock, pleasure humming in my body

I can't believe I'm this hard again, she just turns me on that much

She keeps rubbing her cunt on my dick and I'm getting desperate to be inside her

I crave to have her wrapped around me

I need it and I'm so fucking stiff, I feel myself leaking all over the place

"Please baby", I whine, sitting up on my elbows, "My cock hurts. Wanna be in your sweet pussy"

"Shhh", she growls, shoving me down on her bed, still not putting me inside her, moving and sitting on my stomach instead, "I'll sit on your cock when I'm good and ready"

I shiver, loving how she's taking over again

"And you're gonna be a good boy and do what I tell you or you don't get pussy"

"No! No", I cry, lifting my hips, trying to get some friction, "I'll be good. I promise jagi, I'll be good. Want your pussy baby. Please, I'll be a good boy"

"Cute", she says, tilting her head as she looks down at me, smirking, "You're so pretty begging for my pussy Joongie. Thrusting your hips up even though my cunt is no where near your dick"

"Want you", I moan, my hands gripping her sheets so hard, "Want you so bad. Promise I'll be good. I swear"

"Then show me", she answers, "Stop moving"

It takes so much control for me to lay still on the bed but I do it for her

To show her I can be good for her

She was good for me last time, I can do it too

"Good boy", she smirks, leaning over me, kissing me softly

I eagerly kiss her back, wanting her lips on mine every second of everyday

All too soon for me, she pulls away then gently kisses my cheek

She moves up my body instead of down, her legs around my head, her pussy in my sight

She's already so wet, glistening in her juice and I just want to devour her

I move my eyes to hers, pleading to let me eat her pussy

"Go ahead Joongie"

I don't want any time, my hands around her thighs, pulling her right against my mouth, my tongue buried in her sweet cunt, tongue lapping up all her juice

"Mmmm", I moan, swirling my tongue everywhere I can

"Joongie", she whimpers, her hand slipping in my hair, "Fuck, such a good fucking tongue"

I swallow her cream eagerly, licking between her pretty puffy lips, then circling her tiny hole

I slip my tongue inside as much as I can, wiggling around, her shouts of pleasure so loud

"Keep your tongue there baby", she moans and I do as I'm told

Her hips rise as she slides up my tongue, then goes back down

She bounces on my tongue, clenching down on it, sending bliss straight to my hard cock

I moan in her pussy as she completely soaks my face

"Yes Joongie", she praises, "Fuck, gonna ride your cock just like this"

I nod rapidly, my fingers digging in her hips as she keeps bouncing, her cream running in my mouth, drowning me in her pussy and there's no where else I rather be

After another few bounces, she moves off my tongue

"Keep your tongue out", she orders, pressing her pussy against it

Her hips move, grinding and rocking against my tongue, her fingers pulling my hair hard

I help her move on me, holding her hips and rocking her on my tongue

She's creaming my face so much and I'm trying to swallow as much of it as I can

I'm loving this so much

She's using my tongue to cum and I'm so here for it

Her pussy is so soft against me, tasting so fucking good, the sounds she's making so fucking erotic, her clit throbbing against my tongue

I want to suck on her so bad but I know I have to wait until she tells me too

"Fuck, I love your fucking mouth Joongie", she moans, now rubbing her clit against the tip of my tongue

I'm hoping so much she's gonna tell me to play with her clit

I'm literally drooling for it

"You wanna suck my clit don't you", she asks

I look up at her from between her legs to find her smirking at me

"Your mouth keeps closing around my clit baby, then opening again like you remember I'm just rubbing my cunt on your tongue"

I feel my cheeks blush

I didn't even realize I was doing that

"You wanna suck on me that bad?"

I nod, desperately wanting that

"Ok baby. You can"

I immediately pull her clit in my mouth, sucking on her desperately

I live for how her pretty little swollen clit pulses in my mouth

It's everything

"Yes Joongie. Faster baby. Fuck. I'm gonna cum baby"

Sucking as fast I can, I moan against her, my tongue against her clit, playing while I suck on her

"Hongjoong! Baby, yes baby", she moans as she cums beautifully

I suck her through it, watching her, listening to her cries of my name, so turned on

When she finishes, I ask, "Can I eat jagi? Please?"

"Yes baby"

I immediately move my tongue to her hole, licking up her sweet cream

God, I can eat her cunt every fucking day

And now that she's mine, I can

When I finish, she moves down my body, my cock against her cunt, her lips against mine

As she kisses me, she aligns me to her hole, starting to sit on my cock

Her tongue plays with mine as I grip her hips so hard, wiggling down my cock so slowly, her cunt impaling on my length so pleasurably

I feel her pussy walls open slightly for me, then cling onto me, throbbing and sucking me in

I moan in her mouth, breathing harder and harder as she bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock

"Oh god", I cry, breaking the kiss, "Yes baby. Fuck, oh my god"

She sits up, pleasure on her face as her cunt spasms around me

I'm so antsy, wanting her to move desperately

My cock hurts from being so hard and while her fluttering cunt is helping, it's not enough

"Please, fuck me jagi. Please", I beg, dying for her to bounce on my cock, "I...I was your good boy baby. I'm still your good boy. Fuck me baby. Please, my cock hurts so much jagi. Please, fuck me"

"Aww baby's dick hurts? Why", she teases, her tone mean

And it does nothing but make me more horny

"Bbb...because I'm so hard baby"

"But you're in my pussy. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm clenching on your cock, that isn't that enough?"

I shake my head, "No baby. Mmmm...maybe if I wasn't so horny but I've wanted you for the last two months and now that you're around me....I need you to fuck me. I promise I'll listen to you baby, I'll do whatever you want, just fuck my cock. Please"

"Hmm...dunno what I like better. Dom Joongie or sub Joongie", she smirks, tilting her head, "Sub Joongie begging for my cunt or Dom Joongie demanding it"

"I..I can do both jagi", I tell her

I can be a switch for her

Honestly, I like being dominated by her

I'm usually dominant because I haven't felt comfortable or really trusted the girls I fucked to be submissive to them

But I feel absolutely comfortable with her

I trust her with my life

I know she'd never judge me, never hurt me

I feel completely safe with her

"Hmmm I like that. I can do both too Joongie", she giggles, rocking on my dick, her pussy throbbing wonderfully, "We can play a lot together, baby"

I groan, nodding, "Fuck yes. Play with your pretty pussy jagi. Fuck, as long as I'm inside you, I don't care how we play. I'll do whatever my baby wants"

"Good boy", she says, shivers running up my spine

She leans over me, her hands on my chest as she starts bouncing

Hard and fast

Pleasure explodes in my body, a loud cry leaving my mouth, fingers digging in her hips again

I know I'm gonna leave so many bruises and nail marks on her but I can't help it

It feels so mind blowing good

Her cunt is swallowing my cock so well, creaming my length in so much cream and juice, it's absolutely everywhere, the wet squelching sound of her pussy taking my shaft so fucking beautiful

As is the sight of her riding me

So fucking stunning

Her hips grind against me when she takes me in, my head hitting her spot again and again, her moans so fucking pornographic

She is fucking amazing at riding cock

The pleasure is fucking intense and I'm both shocked and not shocked to feel tears running down my face

I made her cry last time and now she's working my cock so good she's making me cry

"Aww baby, so pretty crying for my pussy", she teases

I nod, hiccuping, "Sss...so good. Mmm..my pretty jagi"

"Yeah baby?", she smirks, "Wanna try something that I like and see if you like it too?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes baby"

I'll try anything once, especially with her

She smiles wider, her hand moving from my chest and wraps around my neck

My cock throbs so hard in her cunt at this once gesture and I'm so fucking excited

"Hmmm I think my baby boy is excited", she giggles, "I feel you're pretty hard cock throbbing in my pussy"

I nod, "Please"

She bounces harder just as her hand squeezes my neck, cutting my air off

My head fills with fluff, my heart pounding the only sound in my head

The feel of her pussy around my cock heightens, the pleasure soaring to an intensity level I've never felt before

She lets go of my neck and I suck in a breath, then sob so much more out of the phenomenal pleasure

She wipes my eyes, asking, "Good baby?"

I nod, not able to say anything at the moment

"Good", she says, bouncing on my cock like no one has every before

It's like she has leg muscles of steel

"My cock feels so good", she whimpers

"Yyy...your cock?", I ask, her eyes flashing at me

"This is my cock", she tells me, her hand choking me again as she speaks

God, its so good

Her pussy is so tight, feeling fucking out of this world to barrel through

"My cock to fuck. My cock to cum on", she continues, "This cock belongs in my pussy only. This cock cums in my cunt only. In my mouth only. Understand?"

"Yes", I shout when she lets go of my neck, my body arching, pushing my cock in as much as I can, "You're cock jagi. It's yours. I'm yours. All yours"

"Damn right", she says, her pussy so close to coming

The way she's tugging on my cock, holding me in a death grip, I'm so excited to feel her cum again

"Cum on my cock", I beg, "Please"

"Begging again baby?"

"Yes", I whimper

"You're lucky your cock is amazing baby. I'm gonna cum really soon"

I nod, waiting anxiously

She moves down, her spot right against my head and she screams my name as she climaxes

Her beautiful body shakes on top of me, her head back, eyes closed, squirt exploding from her cunt, all over my cock, my lap, her bed

"Hongjoong! Oh fuck, god! Hongjoong!"

I take the absolute pleasure that assaults me, screaming her name

"Baby..I'm...I'm..", I cry, so ready to blow my load

"No", she moans loudly, "No Joongie. Don't cum"

Ffffuuucccckkk

I do my best to push it back, whining and sobbing harder as I let her ride out her orgasm on me

When she finishes, she looks down at me, "You cum when I say you can"

I nod, breathing hard, trying to calm down my sobs

"Good boy", she answers, rocking on my dick, rubbing her spot on my head again, "I'm gonna cum on this cock one more time then you can ok?"

I nod, whispering, "Ok"

"Good boy", she says, leaning down and kissing my cheek, "My good Joongie"

She moves her hands back on my leg, grinding on my cock, giving me bounces in-between

I watch her boobs jiggle, sweat dripping down between them, mesmerized at how this gorgeous girl is mine

At how much she wants me, just as much as I want her

At how her pussy easily and eagerly takes my cock, at how ready she is to do anything with me

I'm so fucking lucky

"Hhh.. Hongjoong", she moans, bouncing now, tremors rippling in her perfect skin, "Oh baby, fuck"

She orgasms so beautifully, her cunt clenching my cock in a death grip over and over, pretty cream running from her pussy

Pleasure hurdles over me as I watch her, holding off my orgasm until she tells me I can cum

She rides me through her orgasm, her pussy so fucking tight

When she finishes, she leans over me, her hips still bouncing, her hand wrapped around my neck

"Make a mess in my pussy Joongie", she smirks, her hand cutting off my air as she bounces down hard, feeling her cunt pulse so acutely

I can't hold it, gripping her hips hard as I hold her on me, astounding ecstasy washing over me as I cum deep in her cunt

My body arches and shakes hard, my mind blank, shivers running up and down my back, all senses heightened

My screams of her name break the silence when she lets go of my neck, her amazing pussy throbbing and milking my cock

"Joanne...ngl...so..baby...", I babble as tears of pure pleasure run down my face

"Mmm yeah Joongie", she murmurs, rocking on my dick, "Cock feels so good. Throbbing so much inside me. Nice warm cum filling me up. Love it baby"

I choke out sounds as the pleasure lasts for what seems like hours

I swear I've never come this hard or this good before

Finally when it starts tapering off, I sink into her bed, completely exhausted

I feel her hands wiping my tears, her lips pressing kisses all over my face as she praises me

"Good boy Joongie. You were such a good baby. I love you so much"

"Llll....love...you", I get out, my head still pleasantly empty

She climbs off me and I hear a door open but I can't manage to open my eyes

I can't move

A minute later, I feel a cool wet towel around my lap and dick, realizing she's cleaning me up

Fuck, I should be doing that for her

I want to, it's just a monumental task to even open my eyes

The bed dips next to me, her arms moving me until we're snuggled together, my head laying on her squishy boob

Her arms encircle me, fingers of one hand running in my hair and I'm in such bliss

"I love you Hongjoong", she whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair

"I love you Jo", I manage to get out, slowly moving my arms around her

Her other hand moves to my back, rubbing up and down as she continues to play with my hair

I should be doing this for her

I should be rubbing her legs and thighs

She rode me for over an hour, giving me so much pleasure

I should be holding her, playing with her hair

Last time I didn't take care of her either

She took care of me

I'm already slacking and I need to be better

"Jagi", I say sleepily, moving and trying to sit up but her arms stay locked around me

"Stay baby. Sleep ok?"

"I...I. can't....I should....take care....you", I mumble, fighting to stay awake

"Shh baby. I'm taking care of you now baby"

"But I should...last time...didn't.."

"Doesn't matter Joongie. You need it baby. I love taking care of you baby. I promise", she whispers, pressing kisses to my forehead

"But-"

"It's ok baby", she says softly, reassuringly, her fingers running through the strands of my hair, "I promise. Sleep Joongie. I love you so much"

"I love you....so..much", I answer, halfway asleep

She kisses me again and this time I just give in to the feel of her hand on my back, her fingers in my hair, the feel of being in her arms

The feel of her love surrounding me

And that's how I fall asleep

[male-reader-haven]

༺No Filter༻

You rarely ever fight with your boyfriend, Jimin, and even when you do you resolve it pretty quickly. So needless to say when Jimin boils over this time, it leaves you speechless and you see a whole new side of your sweet, submissive partner...

Tags: smut, top Park Jimin x sub male reader, angry sex, fuck and makeup

Warnings: 18+, edgy, toxic traits in a relationship but it gets talked over, intense, slight degradation and sadism

Requested by anonymous <3

I have no words. I also have no eyes therefore I cannot read or write so there is no possible way I could have written this your honor, I have no idea how this got here I swear-

"Hey baby, want to go out with me tonight? My old friends from high school reached out and want to meet, thought you might want to come." You scroll through your phone while sitting on the side of the bed. You feel Jimin hop over and playfully wrap his arms around your neck and his head rest on your shoulder.

"Do I know them?" He asks.

"I don't think so. It's Seoyoon and Yejun, I've been texting Yejun and he is the one who organized it. They are nice, I promise."

Jimin sighs on your shoulder.

"Sure, it sounds like fun. As long as we get food, I'm in." He smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek. You ruffle his hair and the both of you get on with your day.

Eventually the time to head out arrives, and you and Jimin head over to the restaurant you were instructed to meet at. You are waved over to a table where a tall, lean boy and a small girl with a bright smile are sitting, whom you know as Seoyoon and Yejun. You walk over.

"Y/N, it's good to see you!" Seoyoon runs up to you and hugs you. You laugh and pick her up.

"Great to see you too, Yoon!"

"For real, it's been too long. How have you been?" Yejun walks over and grabs your hand into a hug as well.

"Ah, life has been moving. This is Jimin! He's-"

"I'm his boyfriend." Jimin smiles and shakes Yejun and Seoyoon's hands. You turn to him at the interruption, but continue.

"Yeah, he is." You turn back to your friends.

"Nice to meet you Jimin, I'm Seoyoon. This is Yejun." Seoyoon reaches out and shakes Jimin's hand.

"Geez, how did you get stuck with this guy?" Yejun motions towards you to Jimin jokingly and shakes his hand. You all laugh and sit down.

The conversation is regular and Jimin chimes in a few times, but it's obvious that he is uncomfortable. You've known your friends all throughout your high school days so you clicked right away, and you can tell Jimin feels a bit left out.

"I gotta say Y/N, you glowed up since school. Seriously, you been hitting the gym?" Yejun gives you a short look up and down.

"Haha, yeah, I have actually. I dance now." You respond.

"For real? You have the perfect build for it." He reaches over the table to feel your shoulder and bicep. You flinch at the unexpected touch and laugh uncomfortably.

"Uh, thanks." You can see Jimin glaring from the corner of your eye.

"We should workout together while I'm still in town. Seoyoon has to leave tomorrow, but I'll be here a few days. It'd be fun!" Yejun smiles at you. "I want big sexy muscles too."

"Actually, this week is quite busy. See I've got rehearsal every night." Jimin interjects, shutting him down.

"Ah, no worries, maybe just me Y/N then if you're busy." Yejun doesn't even look at Jimin, who is giving him a death stare.

"Yeah, not happening." Jimin responds shortly, no longer masking his irritation.

"Jimin!" You turn to address his sudden tone, but Jimin isn't looking at you. Instead his eyes are shooting daggers at Yejun. Seoyoon coughs and speaks up.

"Ah, look at the time! We ought to get going." She laughs nervously and elbows Yejun in the side a bit harder than playfully. "Sorry for not watching the time close enough. It was great to see you again, Y/N, and it was lovely meeting you Jimin!" She smiles and stands up, pulling Yejun's arm.

"What are you talking about, Seoyoon? We just got here- ow!" Yejun clearly isn't getting the hint, and Seoyoon kicks his shin lightly.

"Once again, nice seeing you both!" She gets the both of them up and they start to walk away hastily.

"Oh- okay then, nice seeing you too!" You call out after them. After they are out of ear shot, you turn to Jimin.

"What the hell was that?" You can't hide the irritation in your voice.

"What, you mean that wierdo flirting with you right in front of me? Yeah, no clue." Jimin responds, equally frustrated.

"He's just a friendly guy, there was no need to be a dick."

"It's not being a dick if he is too stupid to get the point."

"Yeah, it is being a dick. You were a dick, and they left because of you."

"And i'm sure you just loved the attention Yejun was giving you, huh? If you didn't know he was flirting with you, you're an idiot! You gonna take him up on that one-on-one gym trip with him feeling up all over you?"

"Maybe I will. Then I would be able to get away from your posessive ass for a day!"

Jimin stands up out of his chair and leans over you, slamming his arms on the back on your chair.

"Is it so fucking wrong that I want you all to myself?" His eyes rake over you, up and down. Something about Jimin being pissed off and looking at you with those eyes made you feel hot.

"God, you're a fucking prick." You say under your breath, but Jimin catches it. He grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls you onto your feet. He then grabs the front of your shirt and practically drags you behind him as he storms into the restaurant bathroom. You both go inside and Jimin shoves you toward the wall.

"You like other men looking at you, huh?" He walks towards you menacingly with a gleam in his eye. You have never seen him act like this before. You kind of liked it.

"And if I do?" You scoff. Your eyes look into his defiantly. "What are you going to do about it?"

Jimin's face wears an expression you aren't familiar with. He leans in to your body, getting close to your neck and breathing heavily.

"You're fucking mine, you asshole." He sucks in air through his teeth and you feel his hand grip your side. You feel the hot desire in the air between you mixing with anger and you breathe heavier as well. Jimin's crotch grazes yours and he breathes on your neck, clearly trying to hold himself back. You can't take it anymore.

"Prove it, fuck me like you own me then." You whisper in his ear through gritted teeth. "Before I call Yejun."

Jimin growls and goes for your neck finally after hovering for so long. You suck in through your teeth from the sting of him sucking on your skin. You shiver as his hand grabs your hard-on through your pants.

"I'm going to make you forget his name." Jimin sneers and hastily grabs you, shoving you towards the sinks so that you have to grab the ledge behind you. He leans over you, forcing you to lean back and he attacks your collarbone while running his hands underneath your shirt impatiently. Your bodies heave in anticipation and Jimin grips your already hard member from within your pants, causing you to let out a deep groan and lean your head back, exposed for another attack from Jimin's unrelenting lips. He bites and sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving dark purple marks and bruises.

"Ah, fucking asshole, hng..." You grind against his crotch as revenge. Jimin responds by grabbing your hips and turning you around so that you are leaning over the sink counter, facing the mirror.

"Mine." He starts unzipping his pants and you unzip yours as well, impatient for what you both crave so intensely. He doesn't even bother trying to take off his pants and boxers completely, letting them fall to his feet and tearing your pants down so he can get to what he wants. He sidles up behind you, positioning himself, and takes a hand to your hair to force your head up. You are met with the lewd image in the mirror of your usually submissive boyfriend pissed off and horny as fuck, about to destroy you.

"I want you to watch and see how only I can fuck you. I want you to watch me claim your ass." He traces a finger over your still sensitive hickeys on your neck. "Everyone will know you're mine."

You shiver, but manage to give him a defiant look. "All that talk, think you can actually pull through?" You smirk. Jimin scowls and grips your hair tighter. You feel his hand trace your hole, sending electricity up your spine as he presses his fingers in and scissors them to stretch you out. Even with how angry and unbelievably horny he is, he still takes care to not hurt you... too bad, that is.

"Ah, fuck, aAH-" You exhale sharply as Jimin thrusts into you without warning. The sting seeps into pleasure quickly, fueled by your own lust. Jimin doesn't move, but looks to your face for any signs of you wanting to stop. But you are a stubborn, competitive man.

"W-what's the holdup?" At that, Jimin starts moving, slowly at first, then deep and fast.

"You should start taking me more seriously, hng!" He speaks through gritted teeth as he pounds into you. Each thrust stings and sends a wave of pleasure over you at the same time.

"Ah, ah, ahaah, f-fuck, hnng..." You don't want to admit it, but you're getting close. You hang your head down, getting lost in the rhythm, but Jimin yanks on your hair, forcing you to watch him pound into you through the mirror.

"You have to watch..." Jimin's voice gets deeper and his grunts turn into primal, animalistic growls as he speeds up, slamming into you rougher and deeper than before.

"Aaah, fuck! Fuck, Jimin, goddddd..." You can no longer contain your voice as you feel your dick twitch with every relentless movement from Jimin, his cock abusing your hole and grazing your prostate.

"You're fucking mine, my boy, nobody else's. Got that? Gotta get that shit through your pretty fucking skull, fuck, fucking slut, shit..." Jimin's words are low and slightly slurred. You can tell by his breathing and the way his hand grips your hair tightly and you feel his fingers dig into your hips that he is close also.

"Hng, fuck, Jimin, i'm close, fuck, don't stop!" You cry out shamelessly. Jimin smirks and slows down, making his thrusts deeper and agonizingly slower than before.

"Y/N... Say you're mine, tell me, please, fuck..." Jimin's voice cracks, a glimmer of his usual self shining through. You would have smiled, if it weren't for the pleasure of Jimin's cock abusing your prostate driving you mad.

"I'm yours, Jiminie, aah, all yours, I promise, hngg, aah, ohhhhhh fuCK-" You arch your back and your head reels as Jimin's cock brushes your prostate one final time as your own member releases ribbons of cum on the bathroom floor. Jimin's voice also cries out as he thrusts into you one last time, filling your abused hole with his cum as he collapses on top of you. You both lay there for a moment, admiring the image of you both fucked out in the mirror.

"F-ffuck Jiminnnn..." You wince as he pulls out of your sore ass.

"I-i'm sorry... I wasn't very considerate..." Jimin looks genuinely concerned and he starts cleaning up, helping you tidy yourself. You can't help but smile at his kind personality coming back.

"I take it you aren't mad at me anymore, baby?" You pull Jimin close to you and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"N-no... Y/N, I-" He avoids your gaze. "I'm sorry. I was... an asshole."

"You were. You were being posessive." You run your fingers through his hair lovingly. "Jimin, I don't understand why you feel threatened. I love you and only you, you KNOW that." You press your forehead to his. "I would never even dream of anyone else."

Jimin smiles. "Not even Yejun?" He looks up into your eyes.

"Who now?" You giggle. "You have nothing to worry about babe, I'm all yours." You lean in to his ear. "And for the record, you're hot when you top." Jimin turns your chin to look him in the eyes.

"Maybe I'll do it more often then." He smirks and taps on the hickey on your neck. You hiss slightly and rub your neck.

"Asshole..." You smile and walk out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

-Masterlist-

[fanficsformyfaves]

So Sweet

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Dom!Kirby, Sub!Reader, Fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mentions of Murders and Police Investigation

PREFACE: Reader is Kirby's fiancé and an old friend of Sam's from when she worked with her at the bowling alley in Modesto. Once she found out about the Ghostface attacks in New York, she had to go and make sure Sam and Tara were okay

A/N: Texts are Colored and in Bold!

Flashbacks in Italics!

She is my newest hyper fixation, so, enjoy <3

"Sam?", I call out,

Making her turn towards me. Once I made sure it was actually her, my shoulders' finally drop in relief.

"Oh my god", I whisper to myself,

Before walking up and pulling her into a hug.

"I was so worried. We practically sped all the way here"

"You didn't need to come all this way", she says

"Are you kidding me? Once I heard about the case from my fiancé, I just packed a bag and hopped in her car", I reassured,

Pulling away, as she sighs.

"You're my friend, Sam. I had to make sure you were okay"

She smiles and looks down at her feet.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it"

Just then, her eyebrows raise in confusion whilst looking back up at me.

"Wait...fiancé?"

That's when I realized I never got to tell her.

"I guess life's gotten away from me. Yeah, I'm getting married"

"No fucking way"

I couldn't help, but laugh at her surprised expression.

"To who?!"

"Well-"

"Baby!", a familiar voice calls out,

We both look behind us and there she was. Despite being together for years, she never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

Kirby and I met when I moved to Atlanta in pursuit of a better job than the one I had in Modesto. I was at the grocery store, checking out the ingredients I was gonna use for dinner, when the cashier swiped my card.

"Sorry, ma'am, but this card was declined", she let me know,

"Oh, um, could you try it again?"

"Of course"

She tries the card once more and sure enough, we ran into the same problem.

"It's still declined"

"I got it", a woman answered,

I turn around and it felt like I got the wind knocked out of me. There weren't enough words to describe just how beautiful she was. From the greens and blues in her eyes to the rosy pink lips and soft blonde hair...she was something straight out of a movie.

I eventually snap out of the lavender haze that was consuming me with each passing moment and go to stop her.

"Oh no, please, I couldn't-"

"I insist", she interrupts,

Swiping her own card. Not only was she breathtaking, but her heart was just as perfect. I smile to myself and take my now-bagged groceries. We made our way outside to the parking lot and she walks me to my car.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way", I introduce shyly,

"Kirby", she grinned,

"Is there anyway I could repay you?"

"Well...you could take my number, as a thank you"

I let out a laugh, before realizing she was being serious.

"Oh! Um, sure", I reply,

Getting my phone out. She takes it and starts putting in her number. Was this really happening? If this was all just a dream and I wake up right now, I'll be so pissed. Once we had each other’s contacts saved, I slid my phone back into my pocket.

"Maybe next time, you'll forget your wallet at a gas station and I can ask you out for dinner", she jokes,

Handing me back my phone.

Her sense of humor was only one of the many things that made me fall for her. We spent the next few months just flirting and getting to know each other. We would meet for dinners, coffee and even horror movie marathons at each other's houses.

One habit I picked up since I met her was looking forward to the sweet little morning texts she'd send me.

Kirby<3: Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well

And every time, without fail, I would squeal into my pillow like a child.

Me: Good morning! I did, hope you did too. Are we still on for binging the Conjuring movies?

Kirby<3: Are you kidding?

Just then she sends me a photo of the snacks, drinks and an infinite amount of candy.

Kirby<3: I've got them all in chronological order! I'm just waiting for you to bring your fine ass over here

It didn't take long for us to become official.

It happened one night, after one of our little rendezvous. There we were. Laying in her bed, sweaty and out of breath. Our limbs tangled together, holding me tight against her bare skin.

"You are amazing", I exhale,

As I attempted to catch my breath.

"I know", she joked,

Pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder and causing a soft chuckle to escape me.

"You know what I've been thinking about?", she questioned,

"Hm?"

"...How much I love you"

It was as if time came to a screeching halt, the moment those words left her lips. Afraid that this was all just a figment of my imagination, I hesitantly turn to face her.

"What?"

Maybe I was just hearing things. She laughs and gently caresses the apple of my cheek, like I was a piece of glass she was too scared to break.

"I love you, (Y/N)", she repeats,

Leaning in to kiss me once more. Little did I know that this night was the beginning of the rest of our lives together.

When Sam realized who it was walking towards us, her jaw drops in shock.

"Kirby?”

“Surprise!”, she greeted,

Putting an arm around the small of my waist, before I turn my head to meet her kiss.

“Wait, when did this happen?”, she questioned,

“About six months ago”, Kirby answered,

As I smiled at her.

“I’m so happy for you guys, really. It’s so good to see you again”

“It’s good to see you, too…I mean…better circumstances would’ve been nicer, but-”

Samantha tilts her head and shrugs in agreement.

"How are you and Tara holding up?", I asked,

"Holding up", she replied,

Looking back at her sister and friends.

"A friend of mine who works at the Plaza booked you guys a suite. You'll have extra security there", Kirby informs,

"Kirby-", Sam goes to argue

"Don't bother saying no", I interrupt,

Knowing Kirby wouldn't let Sam and the rest to fend for themselves out here.

"This is your safety, Samantha. You shouldn't risk it, especially with that psycho's targets on your backs", she explained,

Gesturing to her sister and friends, who were now approaching us.

"Kirby, this Mindy and Chad. Their friends of ours from Woodsboro", Sam introduced,

"Great, even more people to add to our suspect list", the young woman replied,

"I'm sorry?", I asked,

Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, this whole thing is obviously someone staging another stab movie, so...that makes you two the newest characters to look out for", she explained,

Before I could question any further, Kirby decided to reply instead.

"She's right"

"What?", I turn to my fiancé,

"That's a fair observation. Good to know we have another horror movie fan in our midst, could never have too many", she reassured,

I shake my head playfully. After making sure everyone was okay, the car we ordered to take them to the plaza shows up.

"That's your ride. Sam, you have our numbers"

She nods.

"Just let us know when you make it there safe. The Airbnb we're staying at is right across the street, if you need anything", I bid goodbye,

"Thank you", she smiles,

Before following her friends into the car.

~

Later that evening, we got back to the apartment after Kirby was done doing whatever else she needed to do at the at the police station.

"I am beat", she exhales,

Flopping onto the couch.

"You're telling me", I replied,

Joining her and laying against her chest, as she held me close to kiss the top of my head.

"I can't believe we're actually getting married"

"Yeah", I chuckle,

Kissing the forearms that were wrapped around me. We spend a few moments laying in the comforting silence, when she decided to speak once more.

"How tired are you?"

"A little tired", I turn to face her,

"What's up?"

That's when I notice the smirk on her face and immediately knew why she asked.

"Oh"

She giggles, before leaning in to kiss me. Despite how many we've shared, each kiss was only more exciting than the last. I flip onto my front and straddle the expanse of her thighs. Her hands making their way up my hips and settling around my waist to hold me where she wanted.

Her lips eventually trail past my cheeks and down to my neck. Marking my skin with one hickey after the other.

She slightly pulls away, while her fingers tug at the bottom of my shirt, almost as if to ask if she could take it off. The day I say no to that question was the day I'd officially lost my mind.

I nod and she pulls it off over my head, leaving me in just a black bralette.

“Good fucking god”, she praised,

Causing a delicious chill to run up my spine. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she reaches behind me and undoes my bra, before letting it fall down my arms. My top half was now left completely exposed to the draft in the apartment, which was made apparent by my buds immediately hardening at the cool air.

She pulls me in closer and wraps her lips around one, while the fingers on her free hand began to pinch and roll the other. There was no stopping the onslaught of whines and pleading moans that were escaping me.

I lean into her touch, as each hum she made against me caused vibrations to travel down to my core, only causing me to grow wetter and needier for what she had planned next. My hips began to grind against hers, granting me some kind of friction to alleviate the growing ache between my legs.

"How long has it been?", she mumbled against my breast,

"Too long", I exhale,

Getting back on my feet, allowing her to unbutton my jeans and drag it down to my ankles. I hastily step out of them, before straddling her once more.

She then lays me down and her lips make their way down my chest and stomach, till she was finally where I needed her. Her fingers wrap around the waistband of my underwear and slides them off of me, prior to being thrown across the room.

She parts my legs and takes a moment to admire the mess she was making out of me.

"So fucking good", she whispered,

Before nipping at my inner thighs and making them tighten around her head, to which she throws them over her shoulders and pulls me in even closer. Finally having had enough with teasing me, she dives right in. Her tongue licking up all of the arousal, as I gasp at the contact.

"Mmm, my sweet girl", she hums,

Sucking at my clit. She knew just what to do to drive me up the wall and have me begging for more.

Kirby always went on and on about the way I tasted. She said that if she had it her way, my legs would be over her shoulders all day long.

I could be do anything, like washing the dishes and she would just turn me around, get on her knees, spread mine apart and just dive right in. Once she'd gotten her fix, she would just get back up, kiss me and move on like she didn't just have me screaming and shaking.

Her fingers start rubbing up and down my slit, only adding onto the pleasure that was already consuming me.

She finally slips her digits into me and they immediately press against my g-spot. A gasp fleeing out of me as a result. It didn't take long, before she picked up momentum and was ramming into me faster and harder.

"Fuck, yes!", I whined,

Grabbing onto her golden locks for dear life.

She didn't let up once.

"You taste so fucking good", she cooed,

Swallowing me whole like I was the last thing she would ever have again. The familiar knot in my stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

"Don't stop!", I cry out,

"Don't plan on it", she teased,

Before continuing her ministrations on me. Her fingers repeatedly hitting my sweet spot every time she plunged into me, as my walls clenched around them like a vice. I knew it was only a matter of time before I-

"You're close, aren't you? Be good for me, baby, let me fucking have it"

That was all I needed to hear. I came with a screaming moan and let myself go all over her welcoming mouth. Once she was done swallowing the mess I made, she licked me up clean, causing a whine to escape me from the overstimulation. I was always so sensitive and she knew that. So it came as no surprise to me, when she giggled at my reaction.

Finally coming up for air, Kirby then pressed her swollen lips against mine.

"Can you taste yourself?", she mumbled with a smirk,

I nod and she pulls away.

"Think you can handle one more?", she questioned,

"I brought your favorite toy", she added,

Rubbing circles onto my sides with her thumbs. How on earth could I say no to that? I nod, still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm that I just had.

"I need to hear you say it, baby", she says,

"Yes, please", I shyly answer,

She chuckles and leaves me with a kiss to the cheek, before hurrying off towards the bedroom. She then comes back with the strap and places it on the edge of the couch.

I got back on my feet and helped her out of her clothes, as we continued making out. I get her top, pants, bra and thong off and no matter how many times I've seen her naked, I was always left speechless at how beautiful she was. Every dip and curve making my mouth water from how badly I needed her.

"Just to let you know, a picture would last longer", she teased,

"Oh, shut up"

She laughs, stepping into the harness, as I helped secure her into it. I lay back down and she gets in between my legs, wrapping them around her waist. She grabs the base and drags the tip up and down my slit, causing my hips to buck up against hers.

"Someone's excited", she exhaled against my ear,

Dragging her tongue against the tender point behind it.

Finally having had enough with the torture, she pushes the toy into me in one swift thrust. A surprised gasp escaping me as a result.

She began pounding into my needy cunt with such need, it felt like the couch was squeaking against the floor.

"God, you're tight", she mumbled,

Struggling against the firm grip I had on the toy, whilst burying her face in my neck, littering my skin with hickeys and bite marks.

The climax I hit not too long ago still rendered me sensitive, so, I was already on the verge of having another orgasm, only this one was growing more intense than the last one due to me being overstimulated.

By this time, the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat. The sounds of my pathetic cries and our skins slapping against each other echoing throughout the halls.

I wouldn't have been surprised if we got a noise complaint by tomorrow morning.

"Does that feel good, baby? Did you miss this as much as I did?", she groans,

Ramming even harder and faster into g-spot.

"Yes! I'm so fucking close!", I scream between my moans,

"Do it for me. Cum"

The knot in my stomach snaps and comes undone, as I cried out one final time.

My body immediately goes limp, allowing Kirby to gently pull out, causing me to whine at the sudden emptiness. She always made me feel so deliciously full.

Once she rids herself of the toy, she scooped me up into her arms and lays me on top of her bare chest, before grabbing the blanket to shield us against the apartment's cool draft.

"That was...wow", I exhale.

My mind still reeling from the euphoric state it was just consumed by. She chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"God, I love you", she says,

"I love you too", I replied,

Looking back up at her in awe. She leans down and presses another one of her kisses to my eager lips.

"So sweet", she smiles.

Let's just say I spent the rest of the night returning the favor.

[girl4music]

ODIN: “You don't like my friends, Brunhilda? They're my eyes and ears in the field. So what went wrong, Brunhilda? The plan was once Xena had the ring you were to attack her in a weakened state and take it!"

BRUNHILDA: "Yes, but there were complications."

ODIN: "Complications? My ravens they tell me you've fallen in love with her partner. Is it possible you thought that killing Xena would kill any chance you had with Gabrielle?"

BRUNHILDA: “Those mangy stool pigeons. Odin, I had to play up to Gabrielle so she wouldn't suspect my true motives."

ODIN: “You failed to bring the ring to me."

BRUNHILDA: “But I j-“

ODIN: “Silence! I`ll deal with you later. Xena has the power to kill gods. She's also capable of taking out her share of Valkyrie. But she has a weakness; her partner Gabrielle. Capture her and the ring is ours."

VALKYRIE: “And if she won't trade?"

ODIN: “Oh, she'll trade

*looks at Brunhilda cruelly*

or Gabrielle will be killed."

When people say Xena wasn’t main-text. The Ring Trilogy was. What was all this then? This is main-text!

There’s no sub-text in this conversation whatsoever.

It’s in the text that Brunhilda fell in love with Gabrielle and that she couldn’t kill Xena because Gabrielle would hate her and would never hook up with her.

Then she gets a clue and realizes enough is enough and starts siding with Xena to safeguard the ring that she puts in Gabrielle’s possession before her sacrifice in becoming an eternal flame that would prevent anybody but Gabrielle’s soulmate from entering because she knows that Gabrielle’s true love is Xena. But not before a verbal whiplashing from Gabrielle about it who states adamantly that she’s really not interested because she already has a partner in Xena.

All of that is main-text. I don’t know how else you could interpret it. The dialogue is literally “I am in love.” So if you don’t believe Xena and Gabrielle are canon, you’ve at least got to believe Brunhilda is. Because she is. It’s in the text itself that she is. There’s only so much deniability you can have with this show because some episodes really are flat out main-text. And I don’t understand why people still try to deny it because other than homophobia, what’s the problem?

[lover-girl-estxx]

Be Happy for me

(B24 NI 26) Season 7

*not my gif*

I smiled looking at my laptop, I got accepted to be on the first female season of the ultimate fighter: Griffin vs Rampage. "Y/n you coming?" Nate yelled "yeah sorry!" I closed my laptop and grabbed my gym bag "what were you doing?" He asked by the door "Girl things" "girl things my ass" I laughed getting in Nicks car. I was hitting pads with Richard the guys were doing bag work "can I cut a bit of weight this week?" "Yeah why?" He asked "um you wanna go in the office?" "Sure.." he said unsure.

I sat across from him "I have two fights both wins so I sighed up for the first female season of TUF I got accepted im going in two weeks" I smiled "the boys know?" "No I'm gonna tell them at dinner tonight" "you sure that's what you wanna do I mean you've never said you wanted to do this, you haven't really fought " "well I can't there was no women division in the UFC I've had three fights your saying those don't count?" "I'm saying these girls are gonna be the best of the best" "I'm not" "I'm not trying to tell you not to I just wanna tell you what you're getting into okay? I'll be your coach no matter what" "thanks" "come here," I gave him a hug "it's time for Jiu-Jitsu go put your Gi on" I nodded.

"Nateee I'm tired carry me" I said after BJJ he smiled and picked me up carrying me to the locker room "thanks!" "Yeah" he chuckled. I came out ready for dinner they were standing by the counter "ready?" Nick asked "yep! You?" He chuckled ""we're always waiting on you" I slapped his chest as we walked to the car "are not!" "Are too" Nate laughed "we are y/n/n" I sighed. We sat down together got drinks "why'd you wanna go to dinner?" Nate asked "um I wanted to tell you guys something... " I took a sip of my drink they looked at me with wide eyes "well tell us then you cant not now?" Nick said "um well the UFC is allowing woman to fight now and they're doing a season of the ultimate fighter for it so I applied" "to help coaching?" Nate asked "No to fight! I got accepted!!" I smiled "you wanna fight?" "yeah! why are you guys shocked? I train everyday have three fights" my smile was slowly dropping "when do you leave?" "two weeks, I'm gonna need help in camp! you guys don't mind right?" "I'm not helping you" Nate said "me either" Nick join "what?!why not?" "your not gonna like it, you can just train you don't have to be a fighter. You're a girl you shouldn't do a job like that" "I get to pick whatever job I fucking want" "then what do you want us to say?!" Nick said "I want you to be happy for me! like I was and am for you two!" they shook they're head "K then fuck you guys you don't wanna support me" I was getting choked up "no its dumb what your doing" "you take it there's no more hanging out and stuff" Nate said "okay thanks guys this was great I'm gonna leave" I stood up grabbing my bag "you rode here with us" Nick said I rolled my eyes "I'll walk".

I grabbed my gym bag from the unlocked car putting it over my shoulder "assholes". I threw my bags on the floor and fell on my bed I grabbed my phone and texted Richard

Y: Can you train me with out the boys?

R:.yeah..

10 years old

"pick one and i'll put it in the player" they're aunt said we went over to the book shelf looking threw the UFC DVDs that lined them "we haven't watch UFC 4 in a while" I said Nick nodded and grabbed it from the shelf and handed it to his aunt, Me and Nate sat next to each other by Nina in front of the TV. She hit play then went to the dining table with my mom and the Diaz's mom who were all friends, we shouted and yelled as Ken Shamrock Subbed Dan Severn "lets try that!" Nate said Nick smiled same as his brother as they started messing with each other "boys stop!" they started to laugh they stopped and Nate came over "come on you and me try" "they said to stop" "they said boys your not a boy doesn't count" "okay!" Nina and Nick started to laugh when instead of trying to sub him I started tickling him making him laugh and scream.

"Y/n that's amazing!! did you tell the boy?!" My mom asked "..yeah they um not happy they're not gonna help" "oh honey I can talk to them and they're mom-" "no its okay i'm not gonna make them help its okay.....you know all good things come to an end" "Y/n" I sniffed "no its fine, it's just gonna be something new".

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 9

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, toxic dom/sub relationship, more arguments

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

A/N 2: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back! I'm feeling way better and I'm merging towards my social life as well. I did a litte editing and changing on part 8 where they argued. But it doesn't affect the plot. Feel free to check it out :3 Two more chapters and WT will be completed (I hope I'll get it done by December based on my current speed lmao)

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

From joannaklein@dwightuniversity.edu.cn

Dear all,

I hope this reaches you well. This email is to remind those of you who have yet to submit your form for assigning a supervisor…

You have been looking at this email for quite some time. Opening the link at the bottom of this email too. But you haven’t made a move yet.

You have thought about having Andy as your supervisor, but that idea sounded like a lifetime ago. And now, there’s no way you’d let Andy be your supervisor.

How are you going to face him? This is more than just some misunderstanding from last semester. This is you two breaking up. Broken up. Whatever.

You are not making him your supervisor.

Taking a deep breath, you text a reply to the message your barely-friend Fiona sent you half an hour ago.

Fiona: Are you going to choose Barber as your supervisor?

You: No. Klein.

A few more messages come from Fiona after you send it. But you ignore them, knowing that she’d be asking dumb questions.

No, probing questions like “what are you going to write for your dissertation” or “should I include my pilot study into my dissertation” or other things that she wants to make an impression in front of her supervisor without “borrowing” from your answers first.

Bitch.

You feel like screaming. Which you did, after punching your mattress and burying your head into the pillow. Only lifting your head when you are completely out of breath.

With everything that happened with Andy, Laurie, Fiona and your schoolwork, it feels like nothing could alleviate you from the endless mess of self-doubt and self-hatred. Hating others as well. Hating your friend choices. Hating your boyfriend choices. Hating your school which led you to him. Hating everyone and every being on this very planet.

Hating yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble to yourself. Pulling your laptop close to fill in the form for dissertation supervisors.

Typing word for word of your dissertation title, and selecting “Joanna Klein” as your preferred supervisor.

I hate my life. The idea keeps floating in your head like the obnoxious bubbles in a soda can, spritzing tiny drops of irritating reality into your face.

Andy has just received the email from Joanna Klein to all available lecturers and professors about supervising students in their dissertations.

He found the familiar name – your name – in a heartbeat. Merely sticking out his lips and making what Laurie would call “a bitch face”, as he found your name under the list of students under the supervision of Joanna Klein.

The pure imagination of pulling the strings behind your dissertation, of having a say in what you could not refuse, seeing you writhing under his grasp, gets his blood pumping in his veins.

He’s probably sick to the bones. One brief moment of clarity tells him so. To get high just to watch you struggling in his control. The adrenaline rush of knowing you are helpless, having no one to turn to but him.

He probably needs help.

But who needs help, when you, the most direct and sufficing way of satisfying his hunger, practically serve your weakness on a silver platter?

Andy pulls his chair closer to the desk, makes up his mind, and starts typing on the keyboard.

He is doing what’s best for you.

You might not see it that way for now but…

You’ll understand, eventually.

Andy sits in his office. Waiting. Patiently. Tapping his fingers on the table surface, as he looks out of the window.

It has only been a while, since you last came to his office to deliver his suit and your breakup.

However, things turned rather quickly, as there was no room for argument as the final version of the list containing supervisor and their students to tutor through the dissertation was settled as the last nail in the coffin.

Five students, students that he is going to supervise, are about to enter that door. And one of them being you.

He grins, thinking of the fact that you are tied to him for the rest of the term time.

No use running. He rolls your name on his tongue silently. He’s far beyond any help could ever achieve in pulling him back. He wants you, one way or another.

He’d keep you, treat you like the precious thing he adores, if you behave.

If you do not… well, there are more than a few ways that he can think of to devour you.

He’d keep you, one way or another.

Five students, including you, walked through that door, sitting on the chairs that he prepared. You picked the seat furthest from him, in a small corner. Didn’t make eye contact. No friendly “hello”. No nothing.

He doesn’t mind.

He knows that you are still mad about your little dispute.

He will tolerate it, knowing that you still love him.

He will explain, tell you that he will fight tooth and nail for you. Tell you that you could start over. He was being unreasonable. He was frustrated and angry, and he lashed out on you, that he was sorry about it all.

Later. He will explain later.

Andy clears his throat, folding his hands on his stomach, “Today we’ll start by having a brief introduction of yourselves. You obviously know me, since I’ve taught you all, but I would still like it if you could introduce yourself to each other. You can tell us about your name, something about yourself, and also tell us about what you are planning to write for your dissertation…”

He pays no special attention to you. He comments, nods, and gives useful suggestions based on everyone’s self-introduction.

“I understand I’m asking for a lot of work in a short amount of time. However, I would expect you to produce a general frame of your dissertation by the next meeting, which is two weeks from now. In the framework, you’ll be talking about how you want to approach your topic-” He stops Fiona from scribbling on her notebook, but ignores you who are doing the same. What can he say, he favors you in the smallest of details, “I’ll send you all an email after this meeting for the framework you’ll be writing about. The topic, the details you are going to investigate, the methodology – I’m sure Professor Rifkin has explained this in her class, and also, keep an open mind when you are writing the dissertation, especially for those who are employing a qualitative method to analyze their data. Any questions?”

You are the first to rush out of his office after he declares that today’s session has come to an end.

He waits until the last student has left the floor before heading out.

The entire floor is quiet. Dead. Deserted.

His shoes barely make a sound on the soft carpet as he steps out of his office, finding you on the floor, sitting on the carpet. You have opened your laptop, but it seems blank.

You gain your consciousness when he approaches, looking up at him. A sigh leaving your lips before you speak, “You did this.”

Not a question, but a firm sentence.

You know he was behind this transfer of dissertation supervisors.

Andy neither confirms nor denies. He cocks his head slightly, looking at your tired expression, “You will need to work on your methodology. Your arguments wouldn’t be convincing if you only state the method for your dissertation.”

“Can’t we be those ex-es like friends? Stop torturing each other over the fact that we broke up? Can you just leave me alone?” You take a deep breath, saying the words that you know he will be disapproving of.

He takes a seat on the couch in the open space, about three feet from where you are sitting, but he doesn’t have to put extra pressure on his neck looking at you from above.

Andy interlaces his fingers into a fist, his thumbs tapping each other.

To tell the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let go of you. Couldn’t watch you go away.

“Look-” Seeing him unresponsive to your plead, you change your tactics, switching into defiance, “If you want to be a bitch about our relationship, I will have to put in a request to the faculty about changing my supervisor.”

Andy lets out a cold, hard laugh. Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Andy “kindly” tells you about the regulation that runs around the place: “Nice try getting rid of me, sweetheart. But even if you do, and that’s a big ‘if’, you would still have to write your dissertation, and during scoring, your dissertation would be assigned to lecturers based on your topic. And I know all your topics, sweetheart.”

Your lips visibly tremble in fear, so are your arms, “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” His tone turns sharp, “I can put an A into your months of work, or an F. Your choice.”

“Yeah? And what should I do for an A?” You shut your laptop with a loud snap, jumping from the spot on the floor to your feet. Clenching your teeth and hissing like venom burns your mouth, you challenge him even further, “Suck your dick, Professor Barber?”

“Be nice, sweetheart. I’m trying to be a friend.” Andy narrows his eyes, the threat in his tone is evident, “First of, I suggest you to be respectful when talking to me.”

You glare at him with fire burning in your eyes.

“I'm not a monster, sweetheart. But if you poke me like that, I don't mind putting a little discipline inside that pretty little brain of yours. Try to stay on my good side, yeah?” Andy stands to his full height, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands up, casually tugging the hem of his shirt and his tie. After tiding himself up, Andy lifts his hand to caress your jaw.

You jerk your head on instinct but his fingers dig into your neck, reminding you, painfully, of the night that he went overboard and fucked your throat.

His grip softens when he feels you freeze on spot. Tracing his thumb on your jawline, he murmurs, “Remember, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I tell you something, and you do it.”

“You're not my fucking Dom.” You grit out.

“Still bratty, I see. You're a handful but I doubt there's anything that can't be solved by some punishments.”

His thumb forces you to lift your chin, even so, you refuse to look at him.

It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice, “You can't expect me to whore out myself.”

If that’s what he’s asking.

Andy presses a small kiss to your temple, whispering by your ear, “I don't really mind, sweetheart, as long as it is you.”

Some sense finally comes to you, your body shakes like a leaf in both fear and fury, you try to sound tough, but it comes out no better than a whimper, “I could report you to the board of malpractice.”

“And I have a lawyer friend, honey. He's the best in town. God knows how long a lawsuit can take. 18 months? 24?”

“Honey” was usually meant for Laurie, but he is beyond caring which endearment belongs to whom at this point.

“You're ... evil.” You want to move, but you cannot, not when he’s still having an iron grip over your neck.

“Maybe.” Andy shrugs, letting go of your neck, “Now run along before I do something evil, like fucking you over my desk.”

You pack your things as fast as you can, leaving the place without another word.

The rest of the term time passed in a blur. He attends your graduation ceremony with a heart-felt smile, knowing well that he black-mailed you into accepting his supervision and that you have an impeccable dissertation as he almost looked through every word of it, which probably violated ten faculty rules, if not twenty.

He is still clapping when you receive the graduation certificate from Joanna Klein, while he stands on the side. The next thing he knows, you are rushing towards him with a knife in your hand, carving his chest almost in half and he dies before the ambulance can reach the hospital.

His soul floats in mid-air as he watches everything pans out.

Laurie takes over everything, every property in their marriage.

You are charged with murder, serving your life-sentence in a max-security prison.

And Laurie… Laurie divorced him and marries the man she was having an affair with, decorating Andy’s house into a shit-yellow color, laughing and doesn’t have to worry about the rest of her life since she has all the money, cars, and houses that she could get their hands on…

Andy wakes up screaming.

Panting.

Taking a few seconds to realize that he is not in a ghost state and that he is still alive.

Alive. Awake. In his home. In the middle of the night.

Everything in the dream felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Andy touches his chest, where the skin and flesh are intact.

He is still alive.

He sweated through his sheet.

Another few seconds pass and he stays up, hands over his face, recalling the horrible dream.

The absolute nightmare where he told Joanna to switch you to his-

Shit.

He pulls himself over the bed and snatches his phone from the nightstand, checking his email.

The sudden blue light from his phone has him cursing. After flipping over his inbox and finding that he received the email of supervising students yesterday, but hasn’t made a move yet, he lets out an exhale of relief.

He groans and lies back to the bed. His heart still pounding frantically.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth.

Rest assured that he is not going to pull a favor and get you assigned to him.

But he wants you so bad.

How can he live when he wants you so bad and he pissed you off by saying the most harmful things that could be ever said to you?

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