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intromortal · 2 days

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05:02 AM— vampire!bf!jake

PAIRING: vamp!bf!jake x reader on her period

WC: 1.3k

WARNINGS: mdni period and blood duh, creampie, non-con (?)biting, breeding kink, mirror sex, cum eating, not really proof read i'm too tipsy for this

a/n: @karinasbaby you know what you did.

“Why is my princess so shy today mhh?” Jake whispered against your ear, his canines teasingly grazing the shell of it. “Are you too shy to watch your little hole be stretched out, pretty?” His breath was warm on your neck, goosebumps littering the expanse of your skin.

You were sat on his cock, his hard length twitching inside you with every little whimper that left your raw lips. He refused to move his hips and fuck into you like you wanted him to, opting instead to ravage your neck and play with your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he forced you to watch the reflection of your cunt make a bloody mess all over him in the mirror positioned in front of the bed.

Your vampire boyfriend always showed you his nastier side when you got your period, so different from his usual soft and caring demeanour, though with the way he fucked you so dumb you could barely think by the end of the night, you wouldn’t be able to complain even if you wanted to. Jake was normally so scared of hurting you—his strength far greater than any human. But how could he ever control himself when your sweet scent overpowered his senses so sinfully?

“Fuck doll, your little hole is clenching so hard around me,” he spoke in a hushed tone as he licked a stripe from your ear down to your collarbone. “Trying to suck me in further? Want my cock so deep inside you I’ll have no choice but to knock you up?” He kissed the junction of your neck, his lips parted so his tongue could slip out and soak your skin with his spit. “I could stay inside you all day, just fucking more and more of my cum into your abused little hole.”

He snickered on your skin when your walls fluttered against his weeping length, cute little whimpers raining from your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pushed his cock somehow deeper, so deep it started to hurt, his balls flush against your thighs. Pain so delicious saliva dripped from the corner of your lips, mouth quite literally watering. “You like that yeah? Nasty little slut.”

Jake brought his long bony fingers to your pussy and immediately started to draw circles around your poor sensitive clit that had been ignored up to that point.

“Jake fuck– I’m so close, please,” you cried, your head thrown back against his shoulder as he continued to abuse your bundle of nerves.

He stopped his movements, hand coming up to your face to cup it and force your gaze to stay on the mirror, the sight of your fucked out face and the mix of slick and blood pooling on your and Jake’s thighs making your entire body heat with humiliation. You didn't know if you wanted to cry in embarrassment or pleasure to be completely honest.

“You’ll cum only while watching how much of a dirty and messy whore you are.” His grip tightened around your jaw, his fingers digging harshly in the hollow of your cheeks, leaving you incapable of objecting. “You’ll see how pretty your pussy is, all bloody and fluttering around me as you come,” he seethed and grabbed a handful of your thigh to move it to the side, spreading you completely open on his legs for you both to see. “You’ll be good and do that, won’t you princess?” he asked more softly, the ghost of a kiss tickling your neck, his nose brushing the middle of it. You could do nothing but nod in his grip, ready to comply with any of his commands to finally get your sweet release after being subjected to his whims for far too long, after he toyed with you like you were his plaything all night long. “That’s what I thought, such a good princess for me.”

He kept his hands on your thigh and jaw as he finally moved his hips, cock pulling slightly out of your snug walls, a layer of red coating his length, before sinking all the way into you again. His quiet moans sent shivers down your spine, every sensation you were feeling making your back arch against his firm chest.

Jake picked his pace up, keeping you still while he pounded into you with all the strength he usually kept under his control. He pushed you close to the edge of your orgasm like this, his gaze fixed on the mirror to see you sucking him in so nicely, his own mouth hanging open in response to the overwhelming pleasure and the scent of your blood clouding his mind.

As he neared his orgasm, he let his mind wander to how fucking delicious you must taste, something he tried to never indulge in too long. And truly, normally he would’ve kept his thoughts at bay, but the way your body was responding to his every thrust—writhing under his grasp like it hurt despite your pleas for more—sent his mind reeling. He truly could not help but sink his sharp canines in the candid skin of your neck.

You gasped in shock at the stabbing pain, soothed right away by his saccharine venom flooding your bloodstream. He moaned as he kept feeding off of you, the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you sending you tumbling over the edge right after him. Your vision clouded as searing white pleasure overcame every single other sensation, leaving your mind numb and devoid of anything but adoration and lust for more.

Your cunt clenched as you made a bloody mess all over Jake’s cock, inciting him to go right back to fucking into you, your hips chasing after him spontaneously.

“More Jake, fuck— need more,” you gasped, using all the sanity you had left in you to utter that single broken sentence.

Jake’s red glowing eyes rolled all the way back into his head at your desperate state, at just how pathetic he had turned you. He’d fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you, let you milk him until he physically had no more left in him to bury inside you if your body could take it. But even high off your taste, he knew he had to settle with less.

So he drew back from your neck before you could pass out in his hold, white canines and lips drowned in your red blood. He pressed soothing kisses all over your sweaty skin, two of his fingers reaching down your body to gently pinch your clit, the sudden jolt of pain sending you straight into another release with a loud scream.

You babbled incoherently while you did your best to keep your gaze locked in the mirror, his slow thrusts helping you ride out your high.

“You did so well for me doll,” he mumbled in your ear and silenced the complaint ready on your lips when he slowly pulled out of you, his cum and your blood slowly starting to pour out of your abused hole.

Jake’s arms circled your waist and pulled your body to lay down on the bed, manhandling you to rest underneath him. He pulled you in a slow kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth to feed you the lingering aftertaste of your own blood in his spit. He pulled back and made his way down your body with open-mouthed kisses, his bright red gaze never once leaving the sight of your sweaty hair and the two ruby holes adorning the side of your neck.

“So, so good for me up until now,” he whispered against your cunt when he finally reached it, even the air blowing from his words making you squirm. He licked a long stripe from your stretched hole to your nub, the taste of his cum flooding into his mouth, and held your thighs open with his cold hands when they tried to cage his head inside them. He closed his eyes and hummed in delight, his lashes fluttering shut. “Think you can give me one more princess?”

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taurasiluvr · 3 days

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can u write a fic where paige and reader is on the phone and paige starts touching herself to readers voice? and then reader eventually notices and asks to facetime and yk… this is just a suggestion u don’t have to do it 😭

YES YES YES YES MA'AMMM

away games were the hardest on you and paige, you both thrived on being physically near each other and the separation always felt like an eternity. the long nights apart were filled with longing texts and video calls that could never quite bridge the gap. you missed the feel of her arms around you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the way she made you feel safe and loved.

while you were incredibly proud of her, the distance was a constant reminder of how much you relied on her presence. you would watch her games on the screen, cheering her on from afar, but it never felt the same as being there in person.

tonight was one of those nights.

paige's team was playing an important match out of town, and you found yourself alone in your shared apartment. the space felt emptier without her, the silence almost oppressive. you tried to focus on other things, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.

the game had just ended, and UConn had won. your phone buzzed with a call from her, and you eagerly answered, a smile spreading across your face at the sound of her voice.

"hey, baby," paige greeted, her voice warm and full of excitement. "we won!"

"i saw! you were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a rush of pride. "miss you so much, though."

"i miss you too," she said, her voice softening. "i hate being away from you."

there was a moment of silence, the connection between you palpable even through the phone. you could almost feel her presence, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.

"tell me about your day, what'd you do without me?" paige asked, a breathless laugh coming from her lips.

you laid on the bed as you recounted your day. "nothing too crazy, just went to my classes then did some grocery shopping for us," you paused, trying to think of whatever else you'd done. "oh! well, i also did some online shopping, i splurged a new bikini."

"oh?" paige's breath hitched at the thought of that. "yeah, you deserve that, especially after midterms. can't wait to you see wearin' it, looking all pretty..."

paige trailed off and you could tell she was feeling the distance, maybe even more than you. you smiled at the thought and you couldn't help but tease her a little more.

"maybe i'll give you a little fashion show when you get back," you teased, your voice playful and sultry. "just for you."

paige let out a low groan, her breath hitching again. "you know what that does to me, baby. you're killing me here."

you giggled, enjoying the effect you had on her. "good, want you to think about it all night."

"god, i will," she murmured, her voice husky. "always know how to drive me crazy."

you bit your lip, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "i miss you so much, paige. i wish you were here with me right now."

"miss you too," she replied, her voice softening. "more than anything. but hearing your voice makes me feel like i'm right there with you."

you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made your stomach ache with need. "tell me what you'd do if... if you were here," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

paige let out a slow, deep breath. "if i were there, i'd kiss you. slow and deep, just the way you like it. let my hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of you."

you closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you, imagining her touch.

"i'd kiss your neck, your shoulders," paige continued, her voice growing more intense. "i'd make my way down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your nipples until you're moaning my name."

a soft moan escaped your lips, your body reacting to her words. "paige," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'd move lower, kissing your stomach, your hips," paige said, her voice thick with desire. "i'd spread your legs and taste you, licking you slowly, teasing you until you're begging for more."

you could feel the heat building between your legs, your hand slipping under your clothes to touch yourself. "fuck, p, that sounds amazing," you gasped, your fingers mimicking the sensations she was describing.

"i'd suck on your clit, making you moan my name," paige continued, her own breath growing ragged as you heard her shift on the other line. "slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet and tight you are for me."

"yeah, just for you," you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. "need you, p. need you so much."

"i'm right here, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as you heard her breaths coming in staggered. "i can feel you, hear you. fuck, don't cum, wanna cum together,"

"oh yes," you panted, your fingers moving faster.

"i'd fuck you with my fingers, curling them just right," paige groaned, her voice low. "keep sucking your clit, making you scream my name as you cum for me."

a few moments pass and you feel the pressure in your lower stomach tighten, and you bit your lip to try and hold off cumming until paige tells you to. you could hear her own breathless moans on the other line as you tried to focus.

"gonna cum, baby, oh fu-fuck," paige groaned out. "cum for me, fuck, cum for me," she rambled as she felt her own orgasm crash over her.

"o-oh, fuck, paige!" you cried out, your body shuddering as you reached the edge. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!"

you let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. paige's voice was there, guiding you through it, her words a soothing balm to your pleasure-wracked mind.

as the pleasure ebbed, you lay there, breathless and spent. paige's breathless voice came through the phone, soft. "i love you so much," she whispered.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "can't wait to have you back in my arms."

"soon, baby," paige promised. "soon."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

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gamblersdoll · 2 days

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cw: semi cheating trope, cucking, doggy style, masturbation (m) spitting, katsuki being really mean in this one, slapping.

this felt dirty and wrong, izuku thought. the way he felt about you was greater than his past crush for ochaco, yet here he was. the obsessive and adoration he had for you was no match, but here he was.

here he was pressing down on katsuki’s head as he went down on izuku, him slightly gagging on his length and pushing away. “fuck– you getting too rough, deku.” he spits, glaring up at him. “calm down this time.”

he nods, eyes filled with lust and his judgement clouded. he didnt notice the two missed calls you had given him, nor the four missed messages. his fingers trail through katsuki’s head, yet his balls lurched when katsuki licked his lips.

“zuku, what are you—“ you say, opening the door and looking at your phone. until your eyes meet the two, katsuki on his knees while izuku sits on his bed, manspreading.

both of their hearts thump, a cold nervous sweat on both of their faces and hands as you just stand there, bewildered. your heart clenches, feeling sadness, but more of disappointment and rage filling your veins.

“baby—“ izuku starts, but gets cut off by you.

“nah nah, fuck you!” you shout, turning around and slamming the door. it had to be about nine in the evening, so everyone was already downstairs chilling out.

it took you about a month or two to settle your nerves, feeling rage and betrayal from him just getting his dick sucked from his childhood friend.

a friend who also just so happen to be friends with you, surprisingly. thats what threw you off, katsuki just so suddenly became friends with you and wasn’t completely an ass to you. you at first thought nothing of it, but now it made sense.

your mind stops thinking, your ears and eyes being drawn to the message ping on your phone. izuku had texted, asking to meet in his dorm to talk.

should you even fucking bother? maybe. let hear what this bitch had to say.

“so— first i want to say im so sorry.” he starts, hands on his bouncing knees and eyes darting around. he picked at his nails, katsuki having to pull his hands apart. that only added salt to the wound, because what the fuck was he doing here?

“and why does bakugou have to be here for this?” you ask, growing impatient and tapping your foot. he looks up to your eyes, the glare you gave was mean, hurting his heart.

the “because he has involvement with this— its not what you think!” he quickly says, hands up in defense and looking to you and katsuki.

“so..”

“uhum–“ he tried, swallowing thickly and takes a deep breath. “so.. you remember when i told you i was bi, right? before we got together?” he starts, knee bouncing faster harder. you nod, eyes raised in a “yeah, no shit.” look. “well.. kacchan and i had been talking since we made up, and we started to like you as well.”

youre feet stop tapping, heart stopping and you start a glare. “hold on! and we started to like you and it kinda separated us for a couple weeks, thats when me and you were first dating and we had that big fight that you had to separate.” he rambles, katsuki flicking him to stay on topic.

“and uh, me and kacchan made up again after you both became friends and we wanted to ask you in person if you could give a threeway a shot!”

you just stare, looking at the both of them and watching katsuki just lean back. that made your blood boil, the way hes just acting all casual.

katsuki notices, manspreading himself and staring right back at you. “if you got something to say, say it.” he states, testing to see who and what you were.

you say nothing, biting your tongue and looking back to the green haired boy. “that’s absolutely bullshit and you know it.” you say, finding that shit unbelievable and quite frankly, offensive. “you mean to tell me that you both were fucking on the down low and then i just peaked both of your interest, you got together with me and all of a sudden you want a three way?”

“aint that what he just said?” katsuki finally speaks and chimes in, eyebrow raised.

you feel like a snapping point, like your ready to reach across and slap the fuck out of him for even speaking to you at all. “you can shut the fuck up, baku—“

at that point, he had heard enough between you and izuku. he reaches out, grabbing you by your throat and giving a slight choke. your thighs quiver, it being an instant trigger for you to become a mess.

“kacc—!”

“nah, you took too long with your fuckin’ delivery.” he says, hand groping a breast and leading you to the bed. “youre the one who told me this the shit she likes, so i’m fuckin’ her.”

and if those words werent a trigger for you, it was for izuku. his cock grows hard, his shorts becoming a restriction to his length and he groans.

katsuki’s lips crash onto yours, him effortlessly taking a hand and freeing himself from his boxers and tapping it against your skin. “you want it, dont you?” he teases, ripping the shorts off of your skin and rubbing circles into your clit.

his hand pries open your mouth, his eyes lowering. “open.” he says, curling his lips and spitting into your wet cavern. he looks over to izuku, izuku already freeing himself and spitting on his own length. “you see that there?” he points, whispering in your ear.

“thats what he does when he thinks about me fucking you like some common whore.” he reveals, chuckling in your ear. “he been waitin’ for this, to see me fuck you relentless and he watch.” he says again, slapping your clit and pinching it.

“zuku—“ your voice tries, sounding hoarse and katsuki focusing on your face now. he lands a somewhat hard slap to it, forcing you to look only at him.

“dont look at him, why are you looking at him? whos about to fuck you?” katsuki presses, fingers digging their way into your walls. “huh? whos about to fuck this pussy hm?”

you stutter, the intrusion being too much and you claw at his skin. “katsuki! shit—“

“yeah, thats right. im the one fucking you, not him. he assures, fingers finished from curling inside onto your gspot and forcing themselves into your mouth. “you dont get to cum, yet, either.”

you suckle on his fingers, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of his demands and tossing. he flips you over, face in the mattress and him grabbing you by your hips. shit, could you do this? doggy you cant even handle with izuku.

you try to look up, only catching a glimpse of izuku fisting his cock and his face flushed.

you squeal, feeling the heat from katsuki’s tip slip inside of your walls and hitting that spot already. the spot that hadnt been touched in however long you and izuku hadnt talked. “fuck, i can see what you mean by her being a tight space.” katsuki groans, hand gripping a hip and shoulder blade.

he starts immediately thrusting at such a violent place, but you knew he was going to be like that. “some fucking girlfriend you fuckin’ had!” katsuki laughs, his hips snapping into yours and balls slapping at your clit. “just some fucking whore that needed a good dick!”

you moan into the mattress, drooling against it and eyes rolling harder to your skull. you clawed at the sheets, hearing izuku lose himself in his fist as he watched his fuck buddy, his childhood best friend fuck his pretty girlfriend.

you choke, his cock angled at a different spot that had never been used or touched. “oh shit, you havent fucked her this way either, huh?” he grins, his hips angling themselves better and he spits onto the curve of your back. “yeah? he doesnt fuck you good like i do, huh?” he asks, a harsh slap to your ass.

“no— no no fuck!” you moan, going stupid from the intrusion, the sheer force of his hips alone making you go dumb. your tummy clenched, feeling your clit throb more than anything until it hurt.

“fuck, shes about to cum, deku.” he growls in a praise, his palms pressing down on your lower back as he slams his bodyweight into the thrusts.

you squeal, that coil tightening and hearing izuku lose himself in his own orgasm at the same time. you had missed hearing him cum, you both usually always have a simultaneous orgasm together at the same time.

“cum in her— breed her pussy please, kacchan.” he pleads, his hand shines with his seed and sweat that came from fucking his cock.

katsuki loses himself in a matter of time, approximately two minutes after you both had came and it was all because of how good you felt and that izuku just wanted to watch you get fucked by his childhood friend. his own rival.

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minniesmutt · 1 day

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Drummer hyunjin x singer fem #32 PLEASE

☾ ━━━ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER ☾ ━━━ PROMPT: 32 “If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.” ☾ ━━━ CONTENT: DRUMMER!HYUNJIN, SINGER!READER, BAND!AU, JEALOUSY, ARGUMENT, MAKE-UP SEX, QUICKIE, LIGHT PREP, UNPROTECTED SEX, POSSESSIVE SEX, CLIT PLAY, CREAMPIE/PULL OUT, ☾ ━━━ WC: 0.7K ☾ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

“Y/n!” Hyunjin called as she practically stormed away from him. He was hot on her heels though.

“Fuck off!” she called just before he grabbed her arm and turned her around

“Stop for a minute and talk to me,” Hyunjin said

“Why? You seemed cozy talking with that fan,” Y/n bit back

“She came up to me! I was trying to get back to you!”

“Whatever,” Y/n scoffed and pulled her arm from him

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

Y/n looked at him for any hint that he was joking— she knew he wasn’t. Instead, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into her dressing room. Closing the door behind them mist as he pushed her against said door.

“Just want me to fuck the brat out of you,” Hyunjin growled

Y/n pulled him to her lips without saying another word. Hyunjin responded immediately and pulled her from the door. He moved her back to the makeup table. Lips moving hungrily against each other as he pressed her against the table.

“You know you’re hot when you’re jealous,” Hyunjin mumbled against her lips as he pushed her skirt up over her hips.

“I’m gonna start to think you make me jealous on purpose,” Y/n told him

“Never. You’re the only one for me.”

Hyunjin turned her around and bent her over the table. Pulling down her safety shorts and panties before unbuckling his belt and pants. Y/n watched him in the mirror before she felt his fingers pushing into her. Y/n moaned as her head dipped down. Hyunjin grabbed the back of her head and lifted it back up. “Watch yourself,” he demanded

Y/n nodded as he kept a hold on her, making sure her head stayed up. His fingers spreading her open for him. Making sure she could take him comfortably even if they had already fucked before their preformance tonight.

“Hyun,” Y/n whined

“Begging already baby?” “Please. Need you.”

“Yeah? Need me to remind you I only belong to you?” “Yes,” Y/n moaned

Hyunjin pulled his fingers out and adjusted himself behind her. Y/n felt him push in behind her as he pulled her up against his chest. Plump lips sucking on her skin as he sank into her. One hand wrapped around her middle while the other was on the front of her throat. Slowly his hips stared moving. Y/n grabbed onto his arms as he fucked up into her.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever fuck like this. No one else.” Hyunjin mumbled against her neck.

“Fuck i hope not,” Y/n moaned

Hyunjin bent her back over the table. The hand on her throat moved to the nape of her neck while the other grabbed her hip. His thrusts picked up as he looked at his singer in the mirror. Watching her try and keep her eyes open from the pleasure.

Hyunjin leaned over her and placed his hand on the table. His other hand moved to rub her clit. Y/n gasped and let out a loud moan as she pulsated around him. The drummer quickly put two of his fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. Not wanting to draw attention to the dressing ready this time and get berated by the rest of their band and management team.

Y/n whined around his fingers as it got harder for her to concentrate on anything but him. His hips snapped against her ass, each thrust bringing her closer and closer. His thrusts got harder as she got tighter around him before the knot in her stomach snapped. Clamping down around him tight as she shook under him.

Hyunjin held her up as he kept fucking into her. Fucking get through her high till he came. Pulling out at the last second and coming on her ass. Some getting inside her. Cursing to himself a bit as they both came down. Hyunjin grabbed a tissue from the station and cleaned his girlfriend up as well as himself and fixed both of them.

“Hotel?” Y/n asked as she turned around to him

“As much as I would love to, we do have to stay,” Hyunjin sighed

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coff33andb00ks · 1 day

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Osc + 1!!

1: tiny hands in big hands <we love a size difference>

requests closed until I catch up <3

You don't like loud music. You hate people being close to you. You suck at dancing, unless it's in your kitchen. And you like alcohol but you don't like losing control of yourself so you only drink enough to relax. Flashing lights give you a headache, and dim corners give you anxiety.

But here you are, drink in hand, music pounding in your ears and lights flashing obnoxiously around you. There's a group of men that you've never seen before here, and their added yells and revelry are adding to your brewing headache.

"Let's go celebrate your promotion!"

When you see her again, you're so killing your best friend. This was celebrating? You'd be so much happier with some good pasta and a binge watch of of your favorite tv show. Maybe a mani pedi. Something relaxing and enjoyable not...

Whatever the hell this is supposed to be.

You sigh and wish you were at home, eyes scanning to find your friends. They went to dance three songs ago. You think they'll be easy to spot, but--

"HOLY SHIT!"

You stumble backwards to avoid being crashed into by one of the men partying hard. He's laughing, almost cackling, and you wince as your drink splashes over your front, staining your light pink top because of course you'd ordered a rum and Coke. The guy laughs, catching himself before slamming into you, and he looks at your empty glass.

"Sorry!" You can barely hear him above the music and he can tell, motioning wildly in a drunken pantomime that isn't too hard to decipher.

C'mon I'll buy you another.

Why not, you decide, nodding. He grins and grabs your forearm, practically dragging you with him towards the VIP section, and you think you see your friends' shocked faces when you're pulled past a group.

The music isn't quite as loud here and you wave off his apologies, taking the napkins he shoves at you to sop up the mess of your top.

"I'm Lando," he tells you, sniffing your empty glass then walking off.

"So pleased to meet you," you mutter under your breath, nose wrinkling as you try to inconspicuously fish the thin straw out of your bra.

"You alright?"

Seriously what is with all the accents? You yank the straw out, squeaking when it slips from your fingers and hits the guy's cheek. He makes a face, cheeks tinging pink.

"I'm fine," you promise. "Sorry, it was - Lando? He bumped into me and, well."

"Sounds like him." The man in front of you smiles ruefully, and as he watches you it fades. "You're not one for clubs are you?"

His accent is so nice. You shake your head, looking around for some place to put the napkins. He takes them from you and shoves them onto a table, then blushes again.

The next thing you know he's taken a jacket off the sofa and is draping it around your shoulders. "Um, your top is kinda..." His cheeks darken even more and he rubs the back of his neck. "See through?"

You almost giggle, finding his embarrassment more than a little endearing. "Thank you." You slip your arms into the sleeves and pull it closed. "Really, thank you. I don't want to flash a bunch of strange men."

"So women would be alright?" he asks with a grin and you do giggle this time, accepting his offer to have a seat.

His name is Oscar and you're so glad he's not a grouch. The only sport of any kind you've ever been interested in was little league softball and you'd been horrible at it, so when the brown eyed man from Australia says he's a race car driver you nod. Lando comes back with a drink for you and it's not a rum and coke but you drink it, enjoying the conversation you're having with Oscar. And when your friends start texting you you sigh, almost sad to go.

"My friends," you say, texting them that you'll meet them at the front of the club. You start to take off the jacket, surprised when he reaches to close it. The spill is dried now, your top sticking to your skin.

"Nah, keep it. Don't want you flashing a bunch of men." He smiles softly and stands, holding out his hands to you.

You don't need his help to stand but you slide your hands into his. They're large, swallowing yours, and you think you may have had a little too much to drink because the difference in size makes you feel fuzzy. He pulls you to your feet, hands still holding yours as you stare up at him. "Thanks," you tell him. And, emboldened by the small amount of alcohol, you lick your lips and lean up on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You feel his little breath of surprise and his hands gently squeeze yours as you pull back.

"Can - Christ," he groans when his voice lifts an octave in the middle of the word. His cheeks are red and your phone is buzzing with an incoming call. You ignore it, wiggling your fingers against his. "Can I walk you out? And maybe get your number?"

Later, after you're home and showered and have exchanged several texts with Oscar, you think that maybe you like clubs after all.

#inbox #f1 x reader #oscar piastri x reader #Oscar Piastri #oscar piastri fluff #drabbles

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leeyammie · 2 days

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Wonbin def is a top but likes sucking stuff yk yk. He always teases the reader whilst practice or before a concert. And when they are alone at a hotel. Wonbin would def say stuff like “cmon. It’s my turn to get head..” and the reader has no choice but to suck him off

No One Got To Know

Warning: Minors DNI / NSFW

Masterlist

Pairing: Top!Wonbin Park x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1,154 words

Summary: It wasn't the first time you and Wonbin insist on sharing the same hotel rooms butting in "your comfort" as a reason, except that this night seemed a little more special than the others.

You and Wonbin have known each other for ages now, and it wasn't anything for you to engage and partake in each other's sexual life. It actually became a daily habit for you two to sit in your room at night watching sexual videos while wanking each other off, bringing yourselves to your limits. However, tonight was a little different. You don't recall how things escalated that way but you do know that it all started by you ending up faced with Wonbin's proud dick in front you, it's rose tinted tip glistering with precum.

"What's the matter pretty boy? Are you gonna keep this big guy waiting?" Wonbin asked lifting your chin your eyes interlocked and forming a grin on his face. "Big?..." you thought to yourself, indeed, his "big" would be an understatement to describe his shaft. It had that nice, round, and proportional girth along which bulgy veins added to its structure. Having snaped out from your daydream, you grabbed it by both hands feeling its warmth and hardness. You then wiped off the precum leaking from the tip and smeared all along his dick. "You know if I wanted a handjob, I would have done it myself" he said looking down at you with those lewd eyes of his.

Having understood the assignment you leaned forward, sticked out your tongue and started running it all over his member. You couldn't believe that even his precum tasted better than expected. You then went back up to his tip again before engulfing his shaft slowly yet fully for the first time in your mouth. It went all the way back until it touched your throat, feeling about to gag. "Fuck~ It feels even better than any of the fleshlights that I've used before~" he let out moaning softly. You never pictured yourself getting compared to a fleshlight, let alone by Wonbin, yet for some reason you felt so turned on by his lewd comments that you wanted more.

You started sucking his member at a steady pace, lowkey enjoying the way it would twitch inside. "You like that pretty boy? You like feeling a meaty cock inside that slutty mouth of yours huh?" he started whimpering while matching your speed as he was thrusting his hips up and down, every time his small manly bush hitting your nose, which made you inhale his mighty musk. Eventually, you could feel how pleasured he got once he grabbed by the hair pulling his dick roughly in and out of your mouth, practically face fucking you. "Oh yes baby~ Keep on sucking it out~ I'm gonna be done soon~" And by "soon" it literally took him 5 seconds before emptying his thick, sticky and surprisingly sweet load inside your mouth.

As he got up standing, he grabbed near the bed turning you around. "Hop in all four bitch". And you didn't even think twice before obeying his orders. Looking down at your exposed butt he bit his lip before spanking it forcefully, the sound resonating in the whole room. You gasped at his touch while tearing up. You turned around amazed by the figure in front of you, there stood Wonbin with his shredded and sculpted body, holding his throbbing dick in his hand, "Binnie~ I- I need inside~ Please it's itching~..." you requested shyly looking down embarrassed to meet his gaze. Then, he caught you off guard as he shoved one his long fingers up your hole forcing you to whimper and look back at him. He leaned forward "I'll prep and fuck you so good you'd beg to ride this stick every night~" You'd lie if you said that you didn't feel hard almost leaking from his words.

Soon enough you found yourself generating muffled moans, gripping on the bedsheets as Wonbin was eating out your ass like a buffet to feast on. "Your ass tastes so much better than I've expected. Have I known we'd get to this I would have fucked you up a long time ago" he said as he took a breath from attacking you hole. Unconsciously, you replied to him "Then what is taking you so long to get inside me already~" You didn't realize what you said until you were brought back to your sense by sharp sensation of getting penetrated. Wonbin seemed to have gotten a little to excited and decided to get it in all in one go. He remained still for a minute allowing you to adjust to this new feeling.

"I'll make you regret those words fucking whore~" and he sure was a man of his word. He gripped at your hips tightly as he pushed himself in and out of you enjoying the view of your ass eating up his dick so nicely. He gradually started to quicken his pace, feeling the way his bulging veins would rub against your inner walls, sending shiver up your spine. "Fuck~ Wonbin slow down a little you're too big to handle~" you whimpered in despair as your body started to sweat out. Yet, Wonbin didn't listen, quite the opposite, he increased the force of his thrusts turning them into a rhythmic motion. "I. Finally. Got. To. Tame. That. Hole. Of. Yours. And. You. Want. Me. To Stop?" he said in a groaning tone after every single thrust.

He pushed you down further as he leaned down his own body, still maintaining the same pace fucking you into oblivion. He started to kiss your back praising how good you were taking him. "That's right~ Milk daddy's dick that you love so much~ You're taking me in like a champ big guy~" Those words only made your hole grip around his cock even tighter as if it feared feeling void again. "Eager to squeeze out that load inside you aren't ya?" He then flipped you around spreading your legs apart before cruising inside you again. "That's right~ I wanna see the way my cock makes you feel when it brushes that sweet spot of yours~" Feeling to lightheaded to speak you brought him closer to you, your lips crashing into each other. Yet, you couldn't hold yourself from moaning in his mouth and that only turned him on even more until he finally felt it coming, and so did you. Your insides got warmer, fuller, messier but you were feeling so pleasured that you gripped on his shoulders as he kept on emptying into you what felt like an endless amount.

As you rested your head back to take a breath, you found yourself carried up with your legs locked around Wonbin's waist and your hands wrapped around him. "You really thought that would be it? " He asked with a frown on his face as he carried you, pressing you against the wall. And let's say, you felt too sore the next day to even move a finger spending the rest of the day in his arms.

note: Hey! Hope you enjoyed the read. If you'd like to write about other idols or other themes where you see that my style would fit do not hesitate on sending them away! Thanks again for passing by! (I apologize in advance for any typos)

#kpop #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #riize #riize wonbin #wonbin x male reader #wonbin x male reader smut

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ratedfleur · 3 days

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hi mikha!! it's been a while... haven't dropped by kasi finals term got me so busy bUT i've been having thoughts and since there's not much zerosegenes (??) to go to, i'm here again hehehe

ik it's a really random duo but they're both my biases soooo i was wondering what you think a threesome w/ jake and gunwook would be like?

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📔: omg hi darling! it really has been a while since i’ve seen you drop by 🥹 but Anyway! i just love this pairing bc they’re both my golden retriever babies ueueue

kings of vanilla sex! those two would not have the heart to hurt you at all, the roughest they’d go would be smacking your ass absentmindedly when they’re fucking you from behind.

jake and gunwook’s utmost priority would be making sure you’d cum for them at least twice, if you could squirt for them it’d be an additional bonus.

they’d have you in the classic making you sitting on one’s lap while the other laps up your slick, tongue dragging painfully slow in between your folds as you whimper their names. jake is a man of his word— he indeed was a god when it came to oral. all it took for him to do was lick and suck your nub, eyes fixed on your face as he watched you moan and throw your head back before you started creaming.

meanwhile gunwook would mutter the sweetest praises as his hand held onto yours gently, keeping you in line as he kisses your shoulder. his other hand would keep your thighs apart, hiking it up to make space for jake who got busy with your cunt.

and then they’d switch places, jake would be sucking marks on your neck as gunwook drowned in your pouring slick, lapping it all up before taking turns with jake as they fucked your cunt.

if you weren’t too far gone, the two would’ve taken you in the ass after much preparations and a bottle of lube later.

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bombuni · 9 hours

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the post-show high

summary: Jongho spots you in the crowd once and can’t let go of you. Unfortunately, so does Yeosang. Good thing they don’t mind sharing. (Or Seonghwa and Hongjoong are terrible wingmen, but they get the job done.) genre/pairing: lead singer!jongho x reader x bassist!yeosang, smut, band au, ft. drummer!mingi, guitarist!hongjoong & seonghwa’s there for vibes wc: 4.8k (i have issues when it comes to jongsang) warnings: SMUT MDNI, threesome, cursing, mentions of drinking, mean!dom!jongho, soft!dom!yeosang, sub!fem!reader, fingering champions jongsang, box munching king jongho, name-calling (jongho loves sluts), edging, creampies, spit kink, degradation, finger sucking, sloppy seconds, sort of cum-eating, aftercare, idk why it gets so soft at the end bom note: i had this thought and i said ‘i must bring chino moreno jongho to life’ jongsang stans pls fw my vision. also here’s a playlist i made! i think the music they’d make in this au is very much deftones style. lmk if i missed anything for the warnings!

It’s hot.

You don’t mind supporting Hongjoong and Mingi in their musical escapades, but it’s crowded. When they’d told you they were in a band, you half-expected them to be playing in a low-down unknown bar with 2 patrons. You hadn’t expected to be crowded by fans, all (not) patiently waiting for the set to start. Seonghwa stood beside you, pouting every time he was shoved into. He looked out of place, elegant and prince-like in a sea of punk-rockers wearing crust pants and in yesterday’s makeup.

He seems at ease, though. Having been to multiple of Hongjoong’s shows at this point, he’s become accustomed to the intense pits, the broken noses, and the lingering stench of weed. The multitudes of drinks he’s been having seem to help too. You stand by and watch as his cheeks get redder and redder throughout the night.

He points his drink at you while he speaks, “You know, Hongjoong wants to set you up with the singer, Jongho. Said he seems like your type,”

You scoff at that, “No way! The last guy he tried to set me up with ended up being a total weirdo,”

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, “A foot fetish isn’t the weirdest thing out there. Besides, Yunho’s actually pretty cool,” he raises his brows at you, but continues when he sees you’re not changing your mind, “Fine. Go with my option. I wanted to set you up with their bassist. You like nice guys, right?”

The lights dim, giving you an easy out to Seonghwa’s terrible match-making ideas, “The fact you think I’m ever trusting you or Hongjoong again is laughable.”

Seonghwa can’t respond as the band steps on stage, a rush of excitement flowing through you when you see Hongjoong and Mingi in their spots. They both wave at you in the front row, Hongjoong’s smile growing extra wide when he sees Seonghwa. The bassist smiles at the crowd, his pink cheeks shining in the light. You wonder how such a cherub-looking guy ended up in a hard band like this. Though, his black tank top revealing his muscular form makes your head spin from how different his body is from his innocent-looking face.

Hongjoong seems at home on the stage, “How we doing tonight?” His hype seems to work as the crowd cheers loudly and unapologetically, “Thanks to KQ bar for having us. I’m Hongjoong, that’s Yeosang, our bassist, and we got Mingi on drums. Seems like we’re missing someone, though,”

Mingi’s voice rumbles through the microphone, “Bring Jongho out!”

The crowd seems to squish you impossibly more, their screams nearly drowning your own thoughts. Rightfully so, as the lead singer walks out with a confidence that you envy. His leather pants shine under the stage lights, and he seems to bask in the attention he gets. His smirk grows with every step he takes towards the main stage. You feel he’s cocky, and you hate that you like it.

“Hello, KQ,” He seems to command the room, silence enveloping the crowd when he speaks, “I’m glad you could make it tonight-“

Jongho scans the crowd, but he seems to pause at the sight of you. He still wears the smug look, ego wafting in the room and getting under your skin. It’s a smaller venue and you’re somewhat close, so it’s easy to tell that he’s staring at you and no one else.

He points directly at you, finger seemingly digging into your soul, “Let’s have fun tonight.”

With that, the set starts. Mingi’s drums burst through your chest, the slow start to their first song hypnotizes you. The sound of the bass is what draws you in, and you look towards Yeosang, who’s putting his entire heart into the sound. His fingers are delicate and pretty, the complete opposite to most bass players you’ve seen. They strum expertly, long digits reaching to find the right note every time. You figure they could reach anywhere.

He must feel your eyes on him. Yeosang looks up with a focused, stoic look plastered on his face as he watches the scenery. As he looks around you lock eyes with him, a shy smile growing on his face when he realizes you aren’t looking away. It seems to fuel his performance when he goes back to looking down at his bass.

The music is intense, Hongjoong and Mingi clearly pouring their passion into it. You know them and expected this fervor, but it surprises you when it comes from Jongho and Yeosang too. Jongho’s voice sends chills down your spine with every high note sung. It reaches out to you, pulling the passion and feeling from you and taking that energy for his own growth. Watching him is watching art being made.

The set ends, and the 4 sweaty men on stage bow and thank the crowd. You feel Jongho’s eyes on you again, that same soul-marking finger calling your attention to wink at you before he walks off the stage. Yeosang seems to call your attention too, a subtle wave landing your way before he too disappears behind the curtain.

As the lights flicker back on, Seonghwa turns to you with a sparkle in his eye, “That was amazing! We need to go buy them drinks,”

You shrug, imposing nonchalance even though your face is turning red at the thought of meeting face to face with them after that, “Sure, sounds good.”

Seonghwa raises a brow before laughing at your reluctance, “Don’t think I didn’t see that by the way. Yeosang was totally into you,”

You scoff and turn to walk towards the bar, “Shut up, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa harrumphs, but follows behind you. It’s easy to spot Hongjoong’s blonde head of hair among the sea of people, “Joongie, stop hogging all the talent,”

He turns laughing at you, his warm arms wrapping around you, “Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby,”

“Hongjoong! That was your best performance yet. But can we talk about how Yeosang was totally eye-fucking Y/N the entire time?” Seonghwa’s somewhat tipsy, you conclude.

Hongjoong leans on the bar, “Uh…no. I’m still betting on Jongho and her. You know he was asking about you?”

You roll your eyes at their insistence, “You just finished a set, why're you worried about my love life?”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at you as he’s given a tray of drinks, handing some off to you and Seonghwa before walking ahead, “Come on, Jongho wants to meet you.”

He leads you towards the backstage. Hongjoong opens a door marked with a flimsy sheet of notebook paper, their band name written in purple marker. You hear Jongho’s voice before anything else. It’s embedded in your brain at this point. As you walk further in, his large frame and slicked back hair intimidates you. You fear you’ve fallen for him already. With his hands in his leather jacket, he greets you with a lazy smirk. You can feel the stardom radiating off of him. It lets you know that whatever arrogance he has is completely warranted.

Before you can even say anything, Hongjoong makes a dumb excuse about forgetting something that requires him, Seonghwa, and Mingi. They leave quickly, knowing your protests would come faster.

You sigh inwardly to yourself, but Jongho seems all too pleased to be alone with you, “How ‘bout a drink?”

He sits on the battered leather couch, legs spread and waiting for you to sit next to him. He raises a brow when you sit on the seat opposite him before handing you a shot glass, “Hongjoong said you’re looking for a date,” His voice is quieter, softer now. There’s certainly a step down from his stage presence to the Jongho you’re talking to now. Maybe you were just being harsh in the assumption he’d be a pompous asshole earlier. You don’t let yourself soften, though.

You snort, “Well, Hongjoong doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

Jongho downs his glass in a flash, turning to you with a charming smirk that makes you want to kiss it off his face, “So it’s off the table?”

He says this like it’s an easy, everyday question. His poignant flirting sends a blush to your cheeks that glows under the dim lightbulb of the broken down room. Jongho thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. You down your shot and he’s ready to up the ante on the flirting before Yeosang appears, wiping a towel over his sweaty face and greeting you with a soft smile that sends butterflies down your tummy.

“Yeosang, this is-“

“Y/N, right? Seonghwa told me about you. How’d you like the show?”

God, you did not expect a voice like that, to come out of a face like that. His brown hair sticks to his forehead and his pale skin glows under the light, those same fingers you were admiring on stage are much more daunting close-up. They distract you as he taps on the arm of the seat across you, almost tauntingly.

“Oh-um, it was great. You guys seem to really enjoy what you do,”

They stare at you with half-lidded gazes, like they’re chewing on your words in their heads and analyzing you as a person. You’d believe they hate you, if it weren’t for the teasing, venemous grins they wore on their faces. They’ve been around groupies long enough to recognize them, and you might not be one of them, but God, Jongho wants to train you until you only remember their names.

Jongho doesn’t take his eyes off you, but he addresses Yeosang, “Y/N was just telling me about how much she loves the band,”

Yeosang leans his head on the palm of his hand, his biceps popping in the lighting, “Hmm, do you?”

You scoff to try to shake off their gazes, reaching for another glass, “You guys believe Hongjoong way too much,”

Jongho grins at you like a predator, “I heard it from Mingi,”

Yeosang’s smile is teasing, “I heard it from Seonghwa,”

You’re outnumbered, so you don’t even bother saying anything about the teasing. The overflowing chatter outside and booming music drowns out any thoughts you attempt to have. You fear they can somehow hear your beating heart, like they’re zeroing in on you and preparing to eat you alive. Yeosang’s hands tap against the chair again, your eyes flying to study the way they flex.

Jongho pipes up again, “You seem to like Yeosang’s hands a lot. You know, he’ll play whatever song you like.”

Yeosang stretches his fingers, watching the way your blush grows and the way your grasp tightens against the glass in your hand, “I’ll do whatever you want,”

Yeosang stands from his seat and moves to stand in front of you. It forces your eyes upwards, his body heat and proximity turning your entire body into jelly. Suddenly, Jongho speaks up and his soft voice is the worst vice you’ve faced yet, “Why don’t you let us give you a private show? Hmm?” His head tilts softly, the smug smile on his face as he leans back into the couch filling you with annoyance and desire.

You nod softly, mind a haze and heat pooling inside you. Yeosang reaches his hand up to your chin, pulling your mouth open with his thumb before pushing it between your lips. He watches with rapt interest as your tongue swirls around his digit, lips fighting to pull all of the sweat clean off his hand. The sound turns them on more than ever, the feeling of your saliva coating his fingers fueling the fire in his gut. He removes his thumb, playing with your lips as you leave tiny kisses over his fingers before he inserts his forefingers. You work on them again, saliva strings building between his hand and your mouth every time he pulls away.

“You’re nasty, baby,” Jongho’s smug voice pipes up.

Once Yeosang deems his hand wet enough he sits down next to you, slowly trailing his hand down your tummy and into your jeans. It’s a tight fit, but Jongho reaches over to unbutton your pants for him. As soon as he does, Yeosang’s hand slips into your panties and finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over it and groaning at the wetness that grows underneath his fingers.

Jongho seems content with watching you break. You writhe underneath Yeosang’s fingers as he expertly finds just the right spot and abuses it. You feel dirty with the wet spot that continues to grow on your pants, quiet moans filling the room alongside Yeosang’s panting breaths. Your hand grasps Yeosang’s when he runs his fingers along your folds, spreading your wetness against your skin and moaning at the feeling of you so turned on. He takes his hand out of your pants, the shine of your slick glistening in his eyes. He brings his forefingers to his lips, running his tongue along the length of them before he sucks them clean. He makes sure to be lewd about it, licking every single drop of your juices and smiling at you with your slick on his lips.

“Hmm, you liked that didn’t you?” Jongho hums as he stands to you, pulling your pants off in one swift motion. He kneels in front of you, running his palm over your wet panties. His large hand is different from Yeosang’s delicate fingers. He has a domineering touch that doesn’t stop as he holds your thighs over his shoulders, pulling your panties down. His hands send tingles of pleasure down your spine when he kneads your skin, taking his time to feel and memorize every inch of you.

Jongho’s fingers run through your slit, smearing the wetness that drips out of you. He teases you, watching as your impatience grows while his fingers stray from where you want them most. Suddenly, his lips are on you. He devours you like you’re the first meal he’s had in days, a man starved of the fruit between your legs. His tongue slips inside you and over you, tracing every inch of you and leaving a path of pleasure. He ravishes you while Yeosang watches beside you, his hands making quick work of your shirt.

They seem to have developed a system. They’re far too comfortable with sharing. The thought doesn’t really form in your head as Jongho keeps marking you with his mouth, small kisses landing anywhere he can reach. He smirks at you when a whine slips from your lips when he spreads your thighs further, a glob of spit flowing from his pouty lips and onto you. He hisses at the sight, the shine of your pussy filling his gut with desire. His lips latch back onto your clit, his forefingers making their way inside you. He curls them ever so slightly, fucking you over and over again as his tongue flicks your button. Jongho’s already figured out how you work, destroying you with a smile and a glint in his eyes from below.

Yeosang giggles when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra, “You got a nice rack.”

You admit if anyone else spoke those words to you, you would’ve found it demeaning. But the way Yeosang’s soft voice compliments you sends a new wave of flames over your body.

Jongho grins and removes his lips from you, “Knew you were a fucking slut,”

You shake your head, but Jongho’s got you pegged. The feeling of having two men’s attention on you at once is exhilarating. It has you on cloud nine. Jongho raises the speed of his fingers, the squelch of your pussy sounding out into the room. Yeosang’s hands fondle your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple and bringing a sigh out of you.

He sends butterfly kisses down your jawline, “Hmm, she’s a nice slut, though. The prettiest one I’ve seen,”

He’s too angelic. Everything about him is elegant and graceful, even the way he touches you. His low tone vibrates through your body, clashing with the harsh way Jongho keeps fucking you. He dominates the lower part of you, as if his hands have found their home. The juxtaposition between them sends your system into overdrive.

“You wanna cum?” You nod frantically, “Use your words, slut.”

“P-please, Jongho…”

Yeosang coos, “Even the way she begs is cute,”

Your legs are shaking at this point and Jongho’s cock is leaking in his pants, weeping to be let out. Still, he lives to torture, “You can’t cum without my permission,” Your leg muscles clamp up, pouring all of your energy into not letting your orgasm slip out of you. Jongho notices your strain, “Look at you. What a good fucking slut you are.”

His fingers slip out of you and you whine at the loss, Yeosang’s gentle fingers playing with your nipples is simply not enough friction. Jongho stands, pulling you up with him, “If you can take Yeosang’s cock, I’ll let you cum on mine. Deal?”

You don't even understand what you’re agreeing to, but you follow Jongho’s orders. You feel Yeosang stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your torso and walking you until you’re in front of the coffee table in the middle of the room. He bends you over it, your knees knocking onto the soft carpet underneath. You don’t think about how long ago it must’ve last been cleaned. You just think about Jongho sitting cross legged on the couch in front of you, his hand resting on his hard cock in his pants. He’s eyeing you like a piece of meat as Yeosang leans over your back, his nose nuzzling against your hair. His long fingers run over the expanse of your back, the cold feeling sending shivers down your spine.

He leans back and spreads your ass, groaning at the sight of you dripping. You hear the sound of his belt buckle dropping and your nerves rise before a soothing hand drops onto your hips, massaging your skin. His voice rings right into your ear, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not as mean as Jongho,” Said man scoffs, the slightest hint of a blush noticeable under the light. Before you can say anything, Yeosang’s cock teases your entrance, playing with your pussy with his tip. The feeling makes you whine, already edging into dangerous territory.

Yeosang slides in entirely, his long cock reaching the deepest parts of you. Your entire body goes numb as he gently thrusts, bouts of pleasure rising through every part of your body. He’s whining pathetically, trying not to lose his mind and keep control at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, “S-she’s so tight, Jongho, shit.”

Jongho’s fidgeting in his seat, palming himself like there’s no tomorrow and attempting to hide how weak he is already, “How tight, Yeosang?”

Yeosang steadies himself on your hips, the speed of his thrusts increasing. He’s like a desperate puppy trying to get his rocks off, his sweaty shirt on your back as he leans his head on your shoulder. He’s lost himself to the pleasure. He moans into your ear, his heavy breaths a performance made just for you.

“This is the best pussy I’ve had. Right, angel? You’re being good for me?” he pants out.

You moan at the praise, “Y-yes, Yeosang, all for you,”

Jongho’s restless now. Watching the way the table shakes from Yeosang’s thrusts and the way you take it so well has him anxious to get inside of you. His cock strains in his pants, but he’ll wait until Yeosang’s had his fill. Yeosang’s balls slap against your ass, the lewd sounds of his cock ramming in and out of you filling Jongho’s ears. You feel yourself dripping down your thighs as Yeosang’s hand comes down to your clit. That seems to reignite you, an unbeatable wave of pleasure flooding over you. As Yeosang rubs circles on you, you clench down on him. He moans at the tightness, his hips and hand stuttering against you.

Jongho senses your struggling, “Remember what I said, slut,” your thighs tremble, “Or are you too cock-dumb right now?”

You shake your head but quickly fix your mistake, “N-no, Jongho,”

Your voice shakes against Yeosang’s hips pistoning into you, all rhythm lost as he chases his high. He’s practically breathing for you now, his arms wrapped around your chest while his head rests on yours. He exerts all of his power, which is quite a lot surprisingly, into making you feel every inch of his cock. Jongho’s eyes bore into yours as he watches you unravel, your glistening skin and teary eyes making his cock jump.

Just to make your torture worse, he leans into your face. His thumb pries open your lips, inviting itself into your mouth and taking control of you, “You’re the best cock-slut I’ve seen. Taking Yeosang so well. Is he making you feel good?”

His voice is silky and entrancing and you can’t help but give an honest answer, “S-so good, Jongho. Can I cum? Please?”

His sick smirk grows, “Nope.”

A desperate whine drips from your lips, the burning desire bursting through to Yeosang’s cock as you squeeze him again. This time, a myriad of beautifully pathetic whines fall from Yeosang’s lips as he’s drained by you. He stills deep inside you, letting himself fill you and mark you as his property. He watches it drip down your thighs, the pearlescent liquid falling in droplets as you tremble.

Yeosang catches you before you can fall onto the table, “I think she’s broken,”

He carries you, again with surprising ease, onto Jongho’s lap. You lay limp against him, the leather of his jacket waking you slightly as he wraps his arms around you, “Already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”

You nod your head, “I-I can take it, I wanna cum, Jongho,”

He laughs at you, head tipping and revealing the kissable dot on his neck, “See? You’re a fucking slut, baby,” his arms wrap tighter around you, one of his hands coming down to your clit and rubbing lazily, “Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you,”

Yeosang sits next to you, sitting and watching the way your pussy tries to keep his cum inside. Jongho’s fingers stuff it back in, catching any that’s still stuck on your thighs and putting it back where it belongs. He brings his hand up to your lips, your mouth opening automatically and accepting what he gives. Your tongue swirls to clean every inch of his hand, licking the sweat and cum off of his skin. Jongho lets out a shaky breath behind you.

Yeosang feels his cock standing again, the sight of you so easily submitting to Jongho getting him ready to go all over again, “Fuck, I need to feel that pussy again.”

Jongho unzips his pants underneath you. You feel his cock at your entrance as he slides it in between your folds, wanting to torture you even more. He’s smaller than Yeosang but much, much thicker. Yeosang’s cum lets you take Jongho’s cock much easier, the stretch from before easing him in. You moan at the feeling, the fullness overtaking your senses.

Jongho leans back and stables himself on the floor. His voice is powerful against you, the sound of it alone making you shake in anticipation, “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, and then you can cum all over me. Understand?”

He doesn’t even let you answer before starting a wicked rhythm. He claps against you with no mercy, his grip on your hips holding you steady on his lap. It’s delicious, the way he bounces you up and down on his cock and thrusts up into you at the same time. Jongho growls as your cream and Yeosang’s cum makes a mess of the both of you. Yeosang watches your tits bounce. The stench of sex fills the room and depravity fills his senses.

The power of Jongho’s thrusts almost has you toppling over. He’s ravenous with the way he fucks you, thick cock ramming into you over and over from below. Jongho fucking loves the feeling of having you broken atop him, having you at your most vulnerable and sensitive right under his fingertips. He squeezes your hips, groaning when you squeeze back.

His head drops to the couch, letting you drop and feel every inch and vein of his cock. The stretch of him is painfully delicious. Yeosang takes this moment of pause to snake a hand to your clit, causing you to jolt when he begins rubbing circles.

“Y-yeosang…” you plead as you feel a tsunami of pleasure coming closer and closer to falling atop you.

He kisses along your neck, the ticklish sensation sending you into overdrive. Along with Jongho’s cock filling you and taking over your very being, you feel like you’re fighting a losing battle. You’re determined to follow Jongho’s rules, though.

Yeosang chuckles into your neck, “Just let her cum, Jongho,”

“Yeah, baby? Do you need to cum?” He asks flatly, slamming you down harshly onto his cock again.

“P-please, I need to cum so b-bad…”

You feel like you’re about to burst and you’re sure Jongho can feel it too. He doesn’t care, laughing as you continue to writhe and moan against Yeosang’s fingers, “I told you I’m gonna fill this pussy with my cum first, okay? Stop being so fucking cock-dumb already,”

He leans back further into the couch, bringing your back to his chest as he gathers his last bit of force to fuck up into you. He hangs off the edge of the couch slightly, but that’s not even a thought in his head as he continues to ram himself into you unforgivingly. Yeosang continues to tease and probe your bud, an evil smile forming on his face the longer he watches you unravel atop Jongho’s rabid hips.

Jongho hisses when he feels you tighten. Your hole is too fucking good, draining him for all he has. He gives one last powerful thrust before releasing his load inside of you, his balls tightening up against you as he jolts and spasms underneath you. His cock twitches inside of you and with the feeling of him finally filling you and Yeosang’s relentless fingers, you come undone. The pleasure that’s been building this entire time finally releases like a broken dam. It washes over you, unabated even after all this time. You feel every single one of your nerves explode inside you, your body seizing up against Jongho’s as your pussy tightens impossibly more to take all Jongho has to give.

Yeosang sighs against you, “Oh, angel, you take us so well,”

Just knowing that you have Yeosang’s and Jongho’s cum flowing inside you has your entire body tingling. It sends you into an even higher tier of gratification, your orgasm prolonging every time Jongho spurts another shot of cum into you.

Jongho’s voice is strained as he speaks, “Fuck, look what a fucking dirty cum-slut you are.”

It’s hard to get off of cloud nine once you’ve reached it. You can distantly hear their soft voices in the back of your head, vastly different from their tones before. You feel the leather couch underneath your back, their cum dripping out of you, and Yeosang’s hand gently running through your hair.

He tries to lure you fully awake, but that doesn’t happen until Jongho brings a warm towel to clean you. Your teary eyes squint under the light and you’re surprised at how weak you feel. Your body feels like jelly as Jongho hands Yeosang a towel to clean up the sweat on your upper body.

You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, but a blur of emotions is still flowing through you, “Hey…you don’t have to…” you sleepily let out.

They don’t say anything in return so neither do you. Jongho slips your panties back on, Yeosang pulling you softly upwards to put your shirt back on. You feel surprisingly cared for after getting your brains fucked out. You hadn’t expected it from two guys who probably do this every night.

They sit with you as you gather your bearings. Jongho traces patterns onto your legs, mindlessly staring at you. It sends a different kind of heat to your body. The kind that has you shrinking into yourself, blushing and hiding your face in your hands. You pretend it’s from sleepiness, but Jongho knows better. Yeosang hums beside your head, still running his hands through your hair delicately.

You feel more alive after a while, finally gathering the energy to sit up, “This doesn’t mean I’m your groupie now, by the way,”

“You would’ve been my favorite,” Jongho grins.

Yeosang pouts, “I don’t think Hongjoong would approve,” You both raise a brow at him, “What? He has the power to kick me out of the band, I have to be careful.”

Jongho laughs aloud as you giggle alongside him. You sort of feel at home with them, and not just because they rearranged your guts. They touch you softly, in ways that say they know everything about you. You’d rather not fall into that hole. Right now, you lay content in the moment in between them in this dingy room with their hands on you.

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munivrse · 13 hours

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me personally i love when fics go in detail about how the top gets lost in giving their partner pleasure so i give you my take on this but in bada form. enjoy!

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shes got you laying down on your back, shes between your legs, leaning back onto one hand as the other presses down on your stomach. the way you clutch the sheets between your fingers, the way tears are rolling down your cheeks, nose red and lips puffy. loud whines slipping out of you, begging her to go faster, slow down, go deeper.

she wants nothing more than to make you feel good; hit it just right. see your eyes roll, drool slip out of your mouth. its then that she starts to lose it. she's the one doing this to you, making you feel so good that you can't think straight. its the way she languidly rolls her hips into you, she presses down on your stomach to make you feel it more.

it makes her chest tight when she knows the effect she has on you. the power she holds over your own pleasure. her breathing picks up and she starts to lose her own grip on reality. sweat beads at her forehead, her eyebrows knit together and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. her ears ring and she knows shes being just as loud as you are. she knows shes letting out stuttered moans and airy whines, babbling out just like you are,

"feels s'good, honey..."

she shakes her head a little to bring her back down to earth,

"greedy pussy sucking me in." she lowers her eyes to your hips, watching as your cunt clenches around her strap. this was her biggest mistake. taking in the sight of her fucking into you, shes able to register just how wet you are. she can feel your arousal drip onto her thighs, wet squelching as she pushes back inside of you.

"so fucking..." she trails off as you interrupt her with a moan that sounds like angels are singing in her ears.

tears well up in her eyes, she knows she looks stupid. she feels so fucking dumb, can't think of anything other than fucking into you and making you cum. she's desperate for it, doing anything you ask.

"please kiss me. i need-"

bada immediately swoops down, pressing her mouth onto yours. the hand that was holding her up has made its way to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper into the sloppy kiss.

sloppy doesnt necessarily cover it- there's drool running down the sides of your mouths, tongues dancing with eachother. it's messy and uncoordinated but neither of you can think far enough to fix that. bada knows you're close when your hands grip her shoulders, nails digging into her skin. it makes her brain melt and she tries to focus on the sharp pain to ground herself, keep her focused on making you gush and cream and spill out around her.

"c'mon honey," she whispers in between kisses, "let it go for me."

the hand on your jaw slides down your body and her fingers dance around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

"'s too much bada, please-"

she presses her lips against yours again, "please give it to me baby," she hiccups, "fuck- please, baby, please let me have it-"

you feel the taut band in your stomach snap. euphoria flows through your veins as your body tenses up. you can feel hot tears stream down your face as you come undone under your girlfriend. bada continues riding out your orgasm for you, slowing down her pace as she feels you relax. she peels herself off of you and smoothes down your hair. she runs her hands down the length of your body as she takes in the sight before her.

"so pretty," her hands squeeze your hips lightly, "my pretty baby."

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee smut #bada x reader #smut #swf 2 #swf2 #swf 2 x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee x y/n

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phyrestartr · 4 hours

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Heyyy I'm not sure if you take requests but I have an idea-

Reincarnated! Husband sukuna x Dead spouse (husband) Male Reader: this one is kind of like sukuna fucks up a lot, I think this can work out as an omegaverse? He cheats, fucks around, or doesn't even give af about m reader who is his fated pair, but then m! reader died and since they were mated he's like “shit I can't live without him” so he tries to be good to him the next life and they have happy family the end.

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) | Sukuna x Male!Reader (Part 1 of 2)

W/C: 1.6k #alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, ABO dynamics, mentions of stalking, mentions of toxic exes, sukuna sucks, sukuna sucks less eventually, reincarnation, next lives, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, infidelity/cheating

NOTE: Thank you for your patience!! It's still not quite done, but I wanted to post the first part up while i think of the rest of the story (got a vague idea of how it'll go, so should come out soon). Ty for the req!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

♪ Here With Me - d4vd

==I CAN'T ADD A PAGE BREAK/READ MORE THING FOR SOME REASON AND I'M SPIRALLING HERE'S A CUSTOM PAGE BREAK YEEHAW==

♪ Watch the sunrise along the coast

As we’re both getting old ♪

Sukuna puffed on a cigarette, staring out at the city lights. You always liked coming here, to this little cliff hanging above the city–especially when you were stuck on lyrics or tabs of whatever song you were working on. This hillside spot was cheesy and stupid, but you loved the way it felt like an old-school chick flick when you drove up here in your beater.

In this spot, Sukuna realized you had an old soul, one that basked in the simple, mundane things like stargazing and city-watching. It was a step away from feeding pigeons in the park, your producer decided. The way that made you laugh still sent his heart on a wild chase. That, too, was the first moment he realized he wanted you more than just a collaborator.

And, maybe, if he had pushed aside the partying, the drugs, the women, he might’ve bothered checking his phone. He might’ve been able to apologize for wrongs done and words said, to get back on the right track. He might've not found out about you on the news. Maybe he could have given you everything you wanted–

But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

♪ I can’t describe what I’m feeling

And all I know is we’re going home ♪

Even after locking you down and starting on that stupid journey to start a family, his spirit still yearned to wander free.

So it did.

Primal wants controlled him. He allowed them to steer him away from the safety of your touch and into the gnashing jaws of excitement, of danger. All because the two of you were starting to make it–you were starting to leave your mark on this world, and Sukuna let the fame and greed get to him.

But how could he not jump at the chance to fuck the famous and infamous? How could he stay faithful to just you, a smalltown boy, when big city celebrities reached out to him, pulling him into big deals and bigger beds? How could he–

His phone blitzed to life again, ringing in the hollow quiet of a too-expensive car. The call went to voicemail, leaving him in the pits of Tartarus again, drowning in the frigid rain beating against his car windows like a million bullets trying to seek the death penalty.

Did angels do that? Take revenge for their own kind? He’d understand it. Jin, an angel in his own right, exiled his Luciferian twin from the celestial plane, barring him from what was left of that tiny spark of love and hope he called “family.”

♪ So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go ♪

His phone rang again. He remembered picking it up once upon a time, listening to your shaky voice as you told him the worst and best news he’d ever heard in his entire existence: “I’m pregnant.”

Sukuna didn’t know what true fear and excitement were until that moment. You laughed through waterworks, lifted by Sukuna’s uncontrolled motor-mouthing and celebrating as he hooted and hollered on the other line. The women your husband was with gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care–you were pregnant. You were going to–

You were going to have his kid. His pup. A shared little joy, a spark of hope for the future. And then–then someone took that away.

The sorry waste of life, the obsessive ex you vehemently feared, left behind a note for whomever found the tragedy: “I'll take care of them from now on.”

Sukuna knew there had to be more to it, there had to be more of an explanation, but the media wasn't interested; they only wanted to use and abuse your name and face for articles and news reports, not to reminisce on you nor the woe of a murder-suicide.

How come no one cared? Why did no one fucking care?

♪ Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me ♪

He snapped. Sukuna kicked the dashboard. His boot cracked against the console again and again and again until your siren song died in a quick fit of static. He crashed his heel into the broken screen a dozen more times, each impact punching shout after shout out of his tight throat as the weight of the fucking sky collapsed on him. He wasn’t Atlas. He couldn’t hold it up. He never could, not by himself.

Sukuna heaved in breaths. His stomach swirled and churned with nausea. He held his head and leaned back, screaming into the thunder that shook the world with a vital roar, hiding heartbroken howls.

Why? Why? Why?

“Deep breaths, Sukuna,” your voice cooed. It came from the darkness, from the forgotten corners of his mind. Why were–ah, right. He’d been here before, overcome with agony and grief. Unable to breathe, unable to cope, unable to exist.

He followed your instructions.

“In. Out. In. Out.”

In. Out. In. Out.

The phone rang again. Sukuna answered. He hoped whoever it was would tell him this was all just a bad joke. A bad dream. It wasn’t real.

“Finally,” Wasuke sighed on the other end of the line. “Kid, where the fuck are you?”

Sukuna stared up at the roof of the car. Words smeared and oozed like molasses in his mind. He couldn’t understand the words he knew he could understand.

“Sukuna.”

“What the fuck do I do?” Sukuna asked. His voice quivered. Chipped and cracked.

His father fell quiet. But he was wise. So fucking wise and so good at everything that came with life and death, morality and love.

“Become a better man,” he said, like it was so simple.

Sukuna scoffed. “H-How the fuck–”

“Quiet, kid.” Wasuke sighed. “That boy loved you. He had faith in you as a partner and a father. Remember that. Honour that, and become the man he knew you could be.”

Sukuna didn’t know his heart could break more, but it did.

He sobbed. To his father, to himself, to you, to that unborn joy, to whatever fuckhead created life and love in the first place. He cried for forgiveness, for a second shot.

“I’ll try,” Sukuna bit out. “I’ll try.”

–

♪ I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind ♪

Sukuna woke up to that song. It was the same one that played in his nightmares, the same one that robbed him of sleep until he lost his mind and–and–

“What the fuck happened?” Sukuna croaked to whatever singing nymph fluttered around him.

The damn song stopped, leaving Sukuna in just a second of tumultuous silence.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The rhythmic chirping of some machine–a heart monitor, maybe? A metronome?--kicked up into double time, jamming an ice pick into his skull further and further with every hellish second that passed by. He could almost hear the radio static, the warp of a ballad calling to him. And it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey,” your voice cooed. Your hand rested atop of Sukuna's and squeezed. “Can you hear me?”

Sukuna cracked a tired eye open to look up at you; you were perfect. God-given. A blessing he needed to see right now with your gentle eyes and kind smile, the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla cutting through the disgusting sterility of the room.

“Can hear you,” Sukuna rasped. His hand tried to turn to hold yours, and you helped by slipping your palm into his. His heart rate slowed with the rhythm of the machine.

You nodded and covered your clasped hands with your other one. “Good. You probably don't remember, but you were in an accident. A car side-swiped you when you were on your motorcycle.”

“No shit.”

“Yes shit. But you're alright. Would recommend wearing a helmet from now on.” You pat his hand before slipping both of yours free. “I'll call the doctor and your family. They'll be glad to know you're awake, Itadori-san.”

He wanted to ask you to stay. He didn't want you to go, not right then, maybe not at all.

But you flashed him another comforting smile and slipped out of the room before he could object.

–

His father came by. Jin and his son, too. Uraume and Yorozu scolded him for not wearing a helmet. The ragtag group of hooligans he unfortunately associated with (just for the sake of going to their fancy-ass parties, he reasoned) came and went, too; Gojo gave him headaches, Getou made it worse, Ieiri wasn’t so bad.

Then there was you. You were always humming some sort of tune, whether it be the song from his nightmares or something he'd never heard before. Sukuna liked it, the sound of your voice, but you'd always clam up the second you realized someone might hear.

It led him to pretend to be asleep far too many times during his recovery. Your songs eased his wildfire spirit, let it simmer down and curl up comfortably in a ring of stones to keep those near safe and warm without the fear of being burned alive. Hell, they could probably even make some s’mores if they wanted.

Eventually, though, Sukuna wanted to know more. And what better person to ask than the burgeoning med student herself?

“Oh, [Name]?” Ieiri asked, sitting beside Sukuna’s bed and looking over the machines connected to Sukuna with rapt attention. “He’s a new-ish nurse from what I get. Pretty cute, huh? Apparently passed his exams no problem and–”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “If you don’t know relevant shit then just–”

“He’s single. Omega. Likes men. Kinda older than us. Gojo and Getou got rejected already.”

That shut Sukuna up.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #cw: abuse #cw: murder #cw: suicide #cw: death #cw: infanticide #cw: toxic relationships #cw: cheating

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 days

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When the Lines Blur, Part Two

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Rating: +18 Only

Warnings: tw: porn, tw: filming porn, tw: boss/secretary porn, tw: cheating porn, oral sex (m rec), p in v.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Jensen had the job. You were sure of that before he’d even removed his clothes. But throughout the shoot, he remained sweet, charming, and professional, confirming your decision. Like Jeff, Jensen had a great body. He was strong without being overly muscular. They were both tall, broad-shouldered, had a chiselled jaw, and their dicks were the same length, with Jensen winning slightly in girth.

But Jensen intrigued you with his adorable freckles and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He almost made you cum during his audition, something that had never happened to you in porn before. If you’d fucked him for much longer, your moans would’ve been real.

At the end of the shoot, when you dropped to your knees to finish him with your mouth, you became a wanton whore, desperate to suck him down your throat and swallow every last drop of his cum. You know you need to be careful; the second you catch a whiff of feelings, it’ll be over. Still, working with Jensen would be a hell of a lot of fun, and you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Thanks for your time, Jensen,” Jeff’s voice brings you out of your daze. “We’ll be in touch.” Just like you, he knew Jensen was the one, and the bastard didn’t hide his delight at the flustering mess you’d become on the green-eyed man’s cock, smirking at you in that all-knowing way he liked to piss you off with.

“Thank you again for the opportunity. Y/N, it was a pleasure auditioning for you,” Jensen shook your hand again, keeping it as a handshake, much to your displeasure.

“No, the pleasure was all mine. Thank you, Jensen,” you say, watching him go around the room, thanking everyone for their time before leaving the room a little less bright when he left.

“Well,” Jeff exclaims with a smirk so cocky, you’d gladly punch it off his face, “I think our girl’s got her guy. Should we send the last one away?”

“Fuck you, Jeff!” you yell, frustrated by his teasing. “Bring in the next one.” Defying Jeff in that moment is all you can do to save face. Your entire team know Jensen is the one and that you’ve found yourself quite enamoured by him. Still, you’re not going to admit that.

“Alright,” your manager chuckles. “I guess we’re getting Jared Padalecki in here.”

“Hey, Jensen. Thanks for meeting me here,” you smile, thankful his chivalry wasn’t an act when he stood and helped you into the seat across from him.

“It’s no trouble. Honestly, I’m glad we’re doing this. I know you and Jeff had a good working relationship; I did with my last partner, too, and I’d like us to have that if we can,” Jensen says, breaking the ice.

“Jeff and I are also great friends, and we were lucky enough to work really, really well together. You and Jessica did, too. If we can get there, great – we’ll have the time of our lives, but what’s more important to me is that we work well, build trust, and have open and honest communication at all times.” Jensen nods in agreement, and you smile. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. So, if there’s anything you want to ask me, please, I am an open book.”

“Okay, why me?” Jensen asks, and you frown. “Because the guy going in after me was… something.”

You laugh, adding Jensen’s coffee of choice to your order and making your way to a table out of the way of other customers. “Jared is an attractive guy, but he was a little too inexperienced in the industry, and I’m not looking for a project right now. Although I did pass his name on to a good friend of mine, I think they’re going to start working together for a little while. He also isn’t my type.”

“You have a type?” Jensen smirks.

“I just mean that this job is difficult enough, and feeling nothing at all for the person you’re going to be filming with makes it even more so. There’s no doubt that Jared is handsome, but I’m not attracted to bulging muscles and six-packs. Unless the bulging muscle is a cock, and it’s a six-pack of beer!” you joke, grinning when Jensen laughs with you.

“Being serious for a second, most women in our industry are used to needing help down there for what we do, and that’s fine on occasion or a one-and-done shoot or even a threesome video. But as a permanent partner that I’m filming four videos a week with, I’d much rather the person was more…”

“Your type?” Jensen grins.

“Yes, Jensen, my type. And before you ask, yes, you are my type,” you admit bashfully.

“Well, Y/N, I think you and I will work very well together because you’re my type, too.”

It surprised you when Jensen said you were his type because his previous partner, Jessica, was your total opposite, and they had impeccable chemistry on screen. You couldn’t wait to see what you’d produce together if you were each other’s ‘type’.

“You ready?” you ask Jensen as he comes out of his dressing room in a smart suit that leaves your mouth dry.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” he says, his eyes dropping to your chest, which is close to bursting out of your blouse because it’s purposely one size too small. “I’m nervous, though.”

“Jensen, have you seen you?” you chuckle before raking your eyes over his body. “Trust me, honey, you have nothing to be nervous about. Now, come. Dick isn’t one for waiting on the actors.”

“I still can’t believe a guy called Dick directs porn movies. Is that even his real name?” Jensen laughs, and you giggle along with him.

“Richard Speight Jr. is his full name, but if I were him, I'd make sure I was known as Richard or Ricardo… or even Rich, but to willingly be credited as Dick? The guy’s crazy!” You fluff your hair for the last time in the mirror at the end of the hall.

“Great director, though. From what I’ve heard. I haven’t had the pleasure yet,” Jensen nods, his gaze concentrated on your bulging cleavage in the mirror.

“He is. Sweet guy, too. He’s a big teddy bear. But don’t tell him I said that!”

“Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

“So, I see you applied to be my secretary?” Jensen says in a deep rasp, portraying his porn persona, Duke Wood.

You nod, biting your lip and shuffling your feet, pretending to be nervous. “Yes, sir.”

“What makes you think you deserve the job?”

“I’ve served Mr Delarge for several years now. With his upcoming retirement, I felt now was the perfect time to enhance my career,” you say rather meekly. Innocence is what Dick asked for, and innocence is what he’d get.

“Oh, I’ve heard all about how you… serviced Mr Delarge,” Jensen drawls, scanning the length of your body and biting his tongue a little. He pushes his chair out from the desk and spreads his legs.

“Interview starts now, Ms Wilde,” he states, loosening his belt.

You don’t hesitate, stepping between his legs, lowering to your knees and pulling at his belt and slacks.

Jensen’s hard cock is a sight to behold, and it makes your mouth water. It’s not a professional response, and you know it means trouble, so you do the only thing you can… swallow him and your budding feelings down and give the best damn performance you can for the camera.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Jensen barges into your dressing room, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a colourful gift bag.

“Thanks, Jay,” you giggle bashfully.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugs, handing you the gifts.

“It’s not nothing, Jensen. It’s incredibly sweet of you.”

“So, uhm…” He’s never really been one for embarrassment, but the slight pink tinge gracing his cheeks makes you smile. “What are the birthday girl’s plans for later?”

“I have a hot date with a book, a bubble bath, and a huge glass of red,” you answer, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of the stunning blooms he’d picked for you.

“Come on! That is no way to celebrate your birthday!” Jensen protests.

“Maybe not, but it’s my way,” you shrug, standing up and fussing with your outfit, making sure you look perfect for the shoot.

“Seriously, Y/N/N, you’re not going to celebrate your birthday? No drinks with friends or dinner with your family?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’.

“Nothing?” Jensen confirms, not even trying to hide his shock.

“Nothing.”

“Y/N celebrates other people’s birthdays,” Jeff chuckles from the doorway. “But never her own.”

“Jeffrey!” you cheer enthusiastically, glad to have the heat off you. “I’m so glad you decided to try working behind the camera. I always said you’d be a great director!”

“Yeah, I thought I’d give it a go. As it turns out, I’m pretty good,” Jeff walks towards you and wraps you in a big hug. “Hey, darlin’. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Jeff. Come on, let’s get this done!”

Today’s shoot was the classic lonely housewife fucks the hot bachelor neighbour after inviting him in for lemonade when he fixes her car.

“How long has Harry been away for this time?” Jensen’s deep voice booms as he places the glass on the kitchen worktop.

“Almost a week. I took your advice. I told him how lonely and scared I get when he works away and asked him to work at home more.”

“How’d that go?” he asks, picking up the glass and slowly swallowing the sweet ‘homemade’ lemonade.

“He was supposed to come back two days ago, so not well. I’m starting to think he has a whole other family in another State!” you chuckle sadly, and Jensen grasps your chin, tilting it to make you look at him.

“Sweetheart, if he’s cheating on you, he’s a goddamn fool,” Jensen responds, kissing your lips softly. He pulls away, checking your reaction, and when your breath hitches, he leans in for a longer, deeper kiss.

“I shouldn’t…” you gasp as you pull away.

“He doesn’t need to know.”

Jeff was a perfectionist as an actor but took it to another level as a director. Jensen’s been pounding into you for almost an hour. How he hasn’t come yet, you don’t know, but he’s fucked you in every position and angle possible.

Right now, you’re lying on your side on the kitchen island with one leg hanging down and the other on Jensen’s shoulder. With the slight height difference, he has to tilt his hips up a little, and every thrust hits you right there, and you know there’s a chance you’ll have your first real orgasm on camera.

As your walls flutter, Jensen's voice rumbles loudly, and he clenches his jaw. You’re both trying not to come but for very different reasons. Jeff hasn’t given the sign that it’s time, and you don’t know how you feel about actually coming on camera for the whole world to see.

Finally, Jeff gives the signal, and Jensen lets go with the loudest cry you’ve ever heard from him. His release is powerful, the violent twitch of his cock inside your pussy pushing you closer and closer, but it’s not enough to make you fall over the edge. You’re hit with a strange sensation of relief that the world doesn’t see the most intimate side of you and disappointment that you didn’t get to finish.

Jensen leans down and kisses you, grabbing your chest one last time before he slips out of you and moves out of the camera’s view. At this point, you know the cameraman is zooming in on your cum-dripping, spasming cunt to get the money shot, so you remain still, legs akimbo, and listen to Jensen’s cum pour on the floor, waiting for Jeff to call cut.

“You wanna go for a drink with me?” Jensen asks as soon as you come off set.

“Don’t take pity on me because I’m spending my birthday alone,” you smile.

“That’s not what this is. Am I a little sad you’re not celebrating your birthday? Yes. But, we also haven’t been out for a drink in a while, and I wanna catch up.”

“Catch up? Jensen, we see each other four times a week!” you chuckle.

“Not with our clothes on! Come on, Y/N,” he sighs. “Just one drink. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Alright, one drink. Then I’m going home and having that hot date with the bubble bath and the wine.”

“Don’t forget the book!” His boyish grin makes you giggle. “I’ll be back soon, and we can head out. Check out that new wine bar on 5th you keep talking about!”

Jensen leaves your dressing room, and you try to fight the bubble of affection for the green-eyed man from rising too high in your chest. He’s definitely something, and you don’t know how long you can deny falling in love with him.

With a sigh, you sit at your vanity and go through the arduous process of taking off the thick, cakey makeup before hopping in the shower to clean up and getting dressed for a drink with the man who’s stealing your heart.

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mdni | haku shota x reader (smut) wc 2.3k

it was supposed to be a cozy date night with your boyfriend at the local drive-in theater.

supposed to be.

except it’s proving difficult to focus when he looked too good laid back on the driver’s seat, your mind spinning from obscene thoughts of just wanting to fuck within the cramped car. especially when he has his legs spread in those damned gray sweatpants… you’re not going to last long staring at him sensually like this.

a/n: thank you for the request! the amount of times i've included finger sucking in my fics im😭

warnings: sucking him off, in public... kinda... no one gets caught though! deepthroat + finger sucking (a bit)! whiney n adorable sho <3

you were left with no choice but to leave your clothes strewn across the floor of your room when you heard the honk of shota’s car at the front of your house, hurrying to grab your bag and making a mental note to arrange your stuff back in the closet after the night out. it wasn’t even such an elaborate date for you to make a mess, but anticipating seeing your boyfriend in person after you weren’t able to meet up with him for a while had you mull over for the perfect outfit.

shota leans against his car, watching as you wound your way to him with a smile he dearly missed. he’s swift to open the door to the passenger seat for you, stepping towards his figure after the sweet gesture.

“i think you’re forgetting something,” you tap a finger on your bottom lip, batting your lashes at him trying to act clueless. his gaze falls to you, laughing it off before swinging an arm behind your waist to meet your lips in a searing kiss. ultimately recalling the routine when you still had the chance to frequently meet up before. “i missed you a lot.” and there it was, the words he’d been meaning to tell you ever since the evening’s begun. “of course you do~” he rests his forehead against yours as he lets out another subtle laugh, hearing the usual charm in your tone once again.

everything falls into an eased silence before he presses a quick peck to your cheek, ushering you to take your seat in the vehicle before gently closing the door to sprint to the other side to join you.

“oh—sorry, i forgot i left them there…” he utters rather sheepishly, watching as you reach toward the paper bag you accidentally sat on with a crumple. you peered inside, eyes automatically lighting up in surprise.

“sho, you got me my favorite!” a smile quirks on his lips as you do, twisting the keys to start the car. “i passed by the store on my way to yours, and i remembered how much you love them so… i knew i had to get some for you.” you turn to him with warmth in your gaze, latching on your seatbelt as he kept his eyes on the road.

“i love you sho, really...” you broke the silence, shota’s hand sneaking onto your thigh as he hums in reply. the car falls into a comfortable silence, except for the sole rustling of the paper bag as you begin munching on some of the snacks he’s gotten you. “love you too, but hey… wait, leave some left for when we get to watch the movie later!”

time blurred until you arrived at the drive-in theater, a flurry of other cars coming into view as you scanned through the window.

“what movie is it gonna be tonight?” you spoke, leaning back on your seat as he made a turn to find a parking spot somewhere. “hm? i’m not sure, i didn’t bother checking though… guess it’s gonna be a surprise then?”

minutes passed.

and you were itching for the movie to start the soonest it can despite the fact that you don't even know if you're going to enjoy it or not. anything, just anything to distract you from how your boyfriend's looking too damn good tonight, especially with the loose fit of his shirt over him.

and those gray sweatpants.

it's getting worse when he's trying to strike up a conversation with you as he waits as well, yet all you could muster were mere nods and hums as a reply to his words, praying he doesn't notice you're too focused on his thighs tight against his sweatpants.

alright, as for whatever movie it was, it didn't matter. not even a single ounce of importance when your mind wanders into speculation. maybe he couldn't care less about what movie it ends up being, because he didn't really bring you here to seriously watch it from start to end.

you fiddle your legs together, biting down on your bottom lip as obscene ideas hover in your mind. really now, y/n... where was this even coming from? it was a battle in your head as you tried to suppress the thoughts brewing within you. oh... it's so difficult to shake them away though.

pondering on how he smelled so good when he pulled you into an embrace when he picked you up earlier this evening. when you were still lost within the waft of his perfume—the way his lips melded against yours so softly. and his hand over your thigh as he drove with the other. it wasn't even suggestive. it was just your subconscious blowing it out of proportion.

from the way you were thinking so deeply you didn't realize the movie had already started, far too in, even... and yet it didn't pique your interest the slightest. not when your attention's all over your boyfriend, hoping that maybe he's feeling quite pent up from going through endless schedules without your touch that he's set up tonight for a quick fuck.

and so you waited and waited until the minutes stretched out. unfortunately for you... he never initiated. in fact, he turned out to be very much interested in whatever the movie ended up being!

you were adamant on stealing his attention back to you though, sending gentle pokes to his cheek and nudging his shoulder a bunch of times. even going as far as to boop his nose. yet you sat waiting there waiting for nothing.

well, if he won’t budge at all from mere pokes… you figured you’d be much more direct, brushing your fingers over his biceps, down to his elbow, past his thigh… except your eyes widen once he catches your wrist in a firm grip right before you neared his crotch.

"not here... y/n." you would've shrunken back to your seat if shota didn't look so hot when he's frustrated, his side profile lit from the glow of the movie, glossy lips parted, and his furrowed brows. you wanted to fuck so bad even if it meant having to do it inside of this cramped car. well, no... you don't even have to fuck. just need his cock in your hand, even your mouth. that is, if he lets you.

“okay, okay… i’ll stop. you can let go of me now,” you withdrew back to your seat in a slump, feeling his fingers loosen around your wrist. “is the movie really that interesting? much more interesting than me?” you playfully coo, blinking at him.

“i didn’t say that. and it’s not like i would turn down a quick fuck with you, especially since i’ve been missing you so so much these past few days. it's just—there’s too many people around us and we might get caught.” you let him ramble on, your eyes locked onto his lips as you let his words fade away. “isn’t that fun though…hm. whatever i guess, i can wait until we get back home. let me hold your hand for now?”

he softly nods in agreement, settling to lace his fingers with yours before turning back to the movie.

and so you sat there, holding his hand for as long as you can do so. it probably even only lasted a maximum of a minute until you’re starting to get restless once again. struggling to stay put as you shift your thighs together.

until a brilliant idea struck you… drawing his hand close to your lips as you press sweet, chaste kisses over his skin, blooming with warmth from every peck you leave. shota leaves you be as he thought your intentions were pure this instance until he’s shocked by the sudden feeling of your mouth engulfing his finger, tongue wrapping around it in a sultry manner.

“i said not right now.”

his voice held the same firm tone from earlier, but he didn’t pull his hand away. he finally meets your eyes once again, catching the piercing look of desire it carries.

“the bulge on your pants says otherwise.”

he clicks his tongue, sitting upright on his seat before turning to face you. “just… make it quick okay.” his brows narrowed together while his lips twitched into a frown. you couldn’t care less if he’s the least bit frustrated by your antics, as you knew he’s gonna have a bit of trouble driving back home with a hard on anyway. so he lets you take the reins to care for his little problem down there.

you were already at it though while he was still halfway through his words. leaning towards him to drag the hem of his sweatpants down without trouble, freeing his cock from the constraints of his underwear. despite how dim it is in the vehicle you could feel how hard he was underneath your grip, batting your lashes up at him as he could only beg for you to begin stroking his length.

and so you do, his gaze drifting out of focus once you dragged the flat of your tongue from the base, languidly moving up and making sure you lick the bead of pre-cum leaking on his tip. “ah… more,” he managed to utter between heavy breathes, the head of his cock sat in your mouth the moment he asked, enveloping it with your glossy lips.

it took everything in him to hold himself back from snapping his hips up into your mouth. clutching whatever surface he could reach to keep himself grounded from the dizzying bliss, especially when he feels himself grow insane from the work of your sloppy tongue and your mouth sucking on him like your life depended on it. he couldn’t bear it anymore and let his lids shut tight, focusing on the sensations of your mouth tight around his cock, unabashedly wet and messy.

"someone's passing—by, fuck." shota breathes out, abruptly pushing your head further until your nose touches the base, your moans vibrating around his cock, the tip ghosting at your throat. "want it so bad, take it all for me then."

“mhm...” he can’t help but flutter his eyes open when you firmly grip on to the plush of his thigh for support. it was difficult to blink through his bangs sticking to his forehead despite the air conditioning being turned on. the hot sight of your frame bent over him, repeatedly bobbing your head up and down relentlessly to suck him off. you pulled away, pausing a moment to catch your breath, watching the glistening trail of spit connecting your bottom lip and his sensitive tip. “did it feel good, sho?" he recognizes how you spoke with familiar desire, trying to catch his breath to say something except he trips over his words once you went back to deepthroat him once again, tears in your eyes.

you’d endure it though, always, just to hear the pathetic whines drawn from his throat. he couldn’t help it, not when the rest of the movie wound down without both of your attention. shota chants your name over and over like a prayer, his head thrown back against the car window with a thud and his mouth agape from his rising moans. just a blend of his adorable noises and how you continued to sloppily blow him within the confines of the car.

you know he’s close when his hand’s in a fist threaded through your hair, subtly bucking his hips up so that you’re starting to meet his faint thrusts halfway every time you bob back down on his length. you struggle to keep pace by the minute, digging your nails onto his clothed thigh once you begin speeding up even more. “hngh, want it—”

“want what, sho?” you release his slick cock from your mouth with a pop, your other hand stroking the rest of his length while you left your tongue lolled out for his heavy tip to rest on, swaying your head side to side so teasingly. “fuck, keep your mouth on me—nghm, want to… cum in your mouth. don’t make a mess in my car.”

you listen to his words, engulfing him once more in your mouth. only his tip though, humming on his sensitive head as it turns into erotically moaning around him. he peers down at you while his nerves are rendered numb from being too blissed out, finally slobbering him up whole once again.

he’s not even lasting longer when you took him so well, rapidly swirling your tongue over every single inch of him. eventually making his knees tremble as you felt the taste of his cum filling your mouth, drool dribbling by the sides of your lip. you wanted to swallow it all, you really do… but you wonder what’ll happen if you do just the opposite of what he’s told you earlier, make a mess instead. besides, it's easier to fuck yourself on his cock when he's already slicked up with his release. he’s far too gone still, the edges of his vision blurring in pleasure as he rides his orgasm out, gently thrusting his cock into your sloppy mouth.

when it subsides into a raw daze does he finally realize the way you left his sensitive cock a sticky mess, remnants of his cum splattered even over the fabric of his pants. “i told you not to make a mess… it’s… ‘cause i ran out of tissues for the car a day a go. i wasn’t able to get some—” you shut him up with a kiss, tilting his head so he could further swirl his tongue against yours, even tasting himself on you.

"really sho… i don’t care about the last time you went grocery shopping right now when i need you to return the favor.” he shudders under your grip, dragging his hand over to touch between your thighs.

you wasted no time trying to move closer to him, heartbeat pounding in your ears until you’re startled by a sudden car honk out of nowhere, abruptly pulling away from your boyfriend as you shared a mutually surprised look.

“sorry i, suddenly hit the steering wheel with my elbow.” he’s so adorable with this sheepish grin on his face, the both of you erupting into hushed chuckles within the vehicle. your attention's brought back outside once you glanced out the window, watching as a few cars started moving around again, your eyes flickering towards the credits rolling in over the big screen.

guess you have to wait until the drive back home just so you could finally feel him split you open with his cock. unless he’s up for another round as soon as the rest of the other people have left. what’s a more perfect place to fuck other than a deserted drive-in anyway?

#p1harmony smut #p1h smut #haku shota smut #soul smut #p1harmony x reader #p1h x reader #soul x reader

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suskz · 11 hours

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bro I'm the biggest nerd emoji I've ever met so I loved what you wrote w chan and nerd!reader... do you think you could do it w changbin my bias??? I need his muscles pinning me down to the bed i swear... ty your writing is so yummy and perfect food 🤤

pairing: Jock!Changbin x Nerd!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; piv sex ; unprotected sex (don’t do that kids) ; coming untouched ; size kink ; submissive reader ; a lil’ bit of dirty talk ; use of pet names (baby, bunny).

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: decided to combine those two together. Hope you like it! ^^

It’s only when he stands in front of you that you notice his presence in the house. You didn’t hear him come in, with the volume of your headphones turned up.

You startle a bit but quickly dismiss the surprise, returning your gaze to the TV screen.

“Hi baby,” you pout your lips seeking a kiss which he doesn’t refuse. You take one side of the headphones off, “Sorry I’m not looking at you, can you wait til I finish this game?”

“It’s okay, baby.” he reassures you, settling down behind you on the couch, placing you between his legs.

“How was practice?”

“As usual, but the coach took it a bit easier on us this time.”

“Oh, that’s fortunate!”

It’s not fortunate, it’s just practice before a match. And you should remember what usually comes before one of his matches, and he would like to remind you, but he’d feel selfish interrupting you, so he just sits quietly.

—

He moves his eyes from the phone to you when you curse once again at the video game. He looks at you for a few seconds and then glances at the clock.

He silently complains about how quickly time is passing and goes back to watching the video on his phone. He doesn't want to disturb you; he knows how important it is for you to win that battle in the video game and he doesn't want to interrupt your gaming night. But you're taking a really long time.

And he knows how long these gaming nights of yours can be. He doesn't want to go to sleep after 2 a.m.; he needs to be awake tomorrow.

He turns off his phone and sets it down next to him. He can't talk to you because you're wearing headphones and wouldn't hear him, so he places his hands on your hips and you jump slightly between his legs at the sudden contact.

"You scared me, babe." You chuckle and move the side of the headset without the microphone away from your ear. "Felix, Felix, you've got it, you've got it!" You almost shout to your friend on the microphone, but then a sigh escapes your lips as you feel your boyfriend's lips gently kissing the back of your neck. But not innocently. The kisses are wet and long, sometimes lightly sucking the skin.

And you start to grasp the situation.

"Fuck! I'm about to die!"

"Get to safety! I'm coming to help!" Felix says from the other end as his character runs toward yours.

"What are you trying to do?" You whisper to Changbin as you wait, turning your head to look at him.

"I know you know." He responds in a slightly pouty voice.

And it's at this moment that you remember. He has an important match tomorrow.

That’s why at the end of the game —naturally won— you say goodbye to your friend, ready to log off from the game.

“Go fuck your man.” He responds and your cheeks flush violently. “And tell him I said hi! Bye, Y/nnie!” He says, and before you can say anything, he exits the game.

“Why are you so red?” Changbin innocently asks you, and fuck, how much you just want to smash your lips against his to wipe that childlike expression off his face.

You don’t need to though, because he’s the first to unite your lips in a needy kiss. His tongue requests access to your mouth and you immediately part them to let him in.

It’s between heavy breaths, steady hands on hips and in hair that you stop, but only to undress.

And he doesn’t know if it’s from that time when you playfully measured arms with the other guys and he saw how small yours is compared to his, or from those comments you make about the size of his muscles compared to your body, or because right now your body seems to shrink when the loose clothing you were wearing is removed from it.

But what he does know is that his cock twitches at the sight.

You glance down to where it rests on your thigh, already half-hard, and smirk, a light blush covering your cheeks, “What was that for?”

His cheeks flush and he can’t bring himself to tell you, “You’re sexy.” He says instead, caressing your thighs with both hands, tracing your stretch marks with his fingertips. It’s not a lie though, you really are sexy.

But you know what it’s really for. You’ve noticed it for a while now, seeing it in the way his eyes fixate on you so intensely every time he lifts you up, emphasizing how small you seem in his strong arms, and in how every time he craves to have your hands on his chest, making them seem so small and his chest even bigger, and in how he squeezes his legs together every time you point it out.

You get up but only to sit on his lap. His hands don’t stop caressing you, reaching up to your ass, while your faces are so close they almost touch —your lips almost brushing.

“You’ll have to give me a good luck wish for tomorrow.” He smiles against your lips.

“Good luck.” You say cheekily.

“You are my luck.” He captures your lips again with his.

That’s right. It has become a habit; every night before a game he has sex with you, and every time the day after the game ends well. It has become a kind of good luck charm.

When he feels you shift, he interrupts the kiss. You sit on his lap now with your legs in front of you, knees bent upward with your pussy on display, placing a hand on his leg behind you to try to balance yourself.

You take his hard cock in your hand, watching the muscles of his abdomen tense and immediately relax, and you move it so it can hit your pussy, its tip right on your clit, eliciting a slight moan from both of you.

You slide it up and down, moving your hips, “Your cock is so thick, always stretches me so well.” You guide its tip to your entrance and tease him by moving it in and out a couple of times.

He groans, “Come on, put it in.” His breath is shaky and muscles tense, waiting for you to do something.

And there’s no need to be told twice. You let him in just like this, in this position, keeping your legs wide open so he can see clearly how he’s being sucked into your wet hole.

And he practically throbs with his eyes fixed on that spot as he feels the tight stretch his cock makes in your cunt.

“Mhh, tight pussy.”

And you move like that, legs spread wide, grinding on his lap, moving back and forth.

“Think you can take more?” He looks up at you. Yes, you can, but it’s always fun to play a bit.

“Yeah, but- you’re so big, you know how it ends.” you pout as you say the last words.

“I know you can do it, you’re my good girl.” He encourages you, “My pretty princess can do everything, can’t she?”

And he knows how it will end, you both know it, that’s why he talks to you like that. It doesn’t take long, in fact, before your legs start trembling and you feel a burning sensation spreading through them from the effort. It’s difficult to ride him with his thick thighs between your legs, forcing you to spread them so far.

Your pace falters and a frustrated huff leaves your lips. Changbin’s eyes settle on your face and he smiles.

“Aw bunny, everything okay?” He asks you, feigning concern, stroking your side where his hand was gripping tightly just a moment ago.

And you know he’s just pretending, because you know well how much he gets off on watching you struggle like this to take him.

A whimper escapes your lips.

“Aw, is it too big for you to take?” He fake pouts, not expecting an actual response from you. “Want me to help you, baby?” You quickly nod at his words.

And he doesn’t need to be told twice. His arms rest on your back and he reverses your positions without pulling out.

“Let me take care of you now, I’ll make you feel real good.”

And he does, so much so that your nails are now digging into the flesh of his biceps as he pounds into you, seeking the perfect angle to hit your most sensitive spot and make you come untouched on his cock.

You’ve told him so many times that these nights are for him, not for you, and that the focus should be on him, but he still wants to do his best for you to make you feel as good as possible.

His hands grab your arms, detaching them from his muscles and holding them steady from the wrists at the sides of your head.

“I know you really love my muscles,” he grins proudly, “And you love when I use them to hold you down like this, don’t you?”

You do, you both enjoy it. He loves seeing you so helpless beneath him, moans and gasps the only things you can manage to utter. And you love knowing you can’t do anything to free yourself because he’s too strong for you, and that you are completely at his mercy, for him to do whatever he wants with you.

“Bin, deeper, please,” you plead, “Spread me w-wider, however you want, I wan-wanna take all of you, want- to make you feel good.”

He groans at your words, at how desperately you want him to do whatever he pleases with you, “You’re too good to me, bunny.”

His arms move so that they end up under your knees, and his hands return to hold yours steady just as they were before.

It’s obscene. Almost humiliating for you, the way you completely surrender to him and how easily he has control over your body.

A lewd moan escapes his lips, finding himself balls-deep inside you.

“Bin, keep going, please don’t stop.”

“Are you- are you going to come?” He asks, and he’s close, you can clearly tell from his tense tone.

“I’m- I’m almost there.” You want to use a hand to reach between your bodies and touch yourself, to give yourself that last push to climax, but you remember you’re restrained when you try to move it. “B-Binnie, please, can you let go? I need-” your words are interrupted by a surprised moan as his hips give a sudden, stronger thrust.

“No, you don’t,” he asserts, “I can make you come like this too, I-I want to make you come like this.”

He’s done it before and knows how to do it, it’s just challenging, especially with how close he is now.

But oh, he manages it and does it really well.

Your body trembles as he rides you through your high and follows shortly after, pulling out of you and vigorously stroking himself, painting your cunt with white ropes.

Only a few minutes later, you’re lying in bed, cuddled together under the warm covers, his arms wrapped around your body.

“After this, I’m sure we’ll win tomorrow.” He says confidently.

“A good night of sex is just what gets you pumped, huh?” You laugh teasingly.

“Actually, it’s you who gets me pumped,” a smirk forms on his lips at your sweet laughter, “You’re my little lucky charm.”

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There was a trembling in hell. The acid rain came down in buckets, lightning scorched every building no matter how large or small, the booming of the thunder echoed calamitously. Citizens were blinded and deafened, the rain burned worse than normal. The Pride ring was in chaos.

Lucifer beat his wings as he looked down in horror. Chained to the gates of heaven and forced to watch as sinners and hell born alike suffered.

He needed to find Charlie, he needed to save her, he could do nothing but watch and scream for her. His voice mute even to his own ears from the booming of the thunder.

The ground shook, cracked, and the ring fell away. Crashing down on the next ring. The chaos starting anew. And he could do nothing but watch.

He watched as ring after ring was destroyed. His fellow sins appeared, chained to the gates. Those with wings like him strained to break free, the other could do little as they hung suspended in the air. Their voices screaming and bellowing discordantly. For their people, for their lovers, for their children.

Charlie, there’s no way she survived. As the last ring fell into the darkness his fellow sins turned on him.

Their eyes blank as they blamed him for everything. Their voice one.

Why couldn’t he just do his job?

Why couldn’t he be satisfied with his place?

Why did he have to be jealous of the humans?

Why did he want them for himself?

Why did he desire them?

Why was he so quick to the punch?

One by one they vanished in smoke. He was on his knees on the ground that didn’t exist. Lucifer doubled over sobbing, alone as he’d always knew he’d end up being.

A voice that could be sweet as honey or as smokey as a wildfire pulled him out of his spiral, “Hello dear.”

Before him was Lilith. His beautiful, wonderful, Lilith. She fixed his hair and kissed his forehead. How many millions of times had she done exactly that before? Afterwards she would say, “I love you.”

“Right on cue.” He muttered and enjoyed her touch a moment longer before pulling away and standing up. The chains on him breaking. He walked past the memory of her.

“What do you want this time, old man?” He called to the darkness. “You only pull this one out when you need something from me, so spill or I’ll wake myself up.”

He was home. In his palace. In his bed. Alone.

Hell was fine. Charlie was fine. Lilith wherever she was, doing whatever she was, was fine. God was trying to make him feel guilty for his sins again.

“Always so impatient.”

“Always sick of your mind games.” He retorted to the voice with no point of origin.

“Never willing to just listen.”

“Never willing to be your mindless bitch.” The prick could suck his cock.

“I’m giving you a present. Be grateful.”

“I’m sure. Another cast off for me to take care of? A pet is not a present, it’s a responsibility. It doesn’t matter how many bows you put on its collar.” Lucifer was done. He raised his hand to slap his face but found he couldn’t land a hit.

“Oh we can’t have that.” God’s voice was smug.

“Cunt.” He hated being that asshole’s play thing.

“Always thinking with your dick, aren’t you? I should have realized testing that feature out on you would have consequences.” God mocked him. The bitch knew exactly what he was doing. “But if it makes you more agreeable,” before him was a sudden golden light, it flashed and disappeared, left in its place was Adam, “I could modify him a bit for you.”

Adam stood, limp, but standing. Like a marionette puppet left to hang at the ends of its strings.

“What do you say? Are you going to give into the temptation? He’s your present. How can I make him more fuckable to you? You like women, perhaps I can make him one?”

Lucifer stumbled back, “fuck you. I’m not fucking taking care of your little golden boy so you can fuck off again. I have always done what you wanted. I gave the apple to Eve and Adam like you said and Lilith still died. I let the exterminations happen and it almost cost me my daughter. I do everything you ask of me. No matter how terrible. I’m the most hated being in all of the universe so you can be the good guy. You set me on this path to be this person.” It wasn’t fair. Why didn’t this happen to anyone else? “Why am I the only angel like this? Huh? And why is it when I do what you tell me, I’m punished? You should be thanking me for doing all that shit for you!”

“I’m giving you a present aren’t I?” The condescension was crushing. “I don’t need him anymore. But I know you have a soft spot for him.”

The strings cut and Adam crumbled, Lucifer rushed forward to grab him, to keep him from being hurt in the black void.

“Congratulations. He’s yours now.”

Lucifer gasped as he jolted up from bed. He clutched his chest. “That, fucker!”

God was always doing this sort of shit. Lucifer always ended up taking the blame. It was always somehow his fault.

Somewhere out in hell was Adam. Lucifer needed to find him. He could left Adam go, let him discover the joys of this fucked up place in person. But Adam was as much of a pawn as he was.

He pushed aside the blankets when someone rolled over. A hand landed on his thigh and other person made a sleepy moan, “Lucifer? Where are you going?”

The man looked different, like a sinner different. Horns and golden eyes set in black, sharp teeth and claws.

“It’s late babe. We should sleep.”

The hand on his thigh had a golden band. A wedding band.

‘Oh no.’ God wouldn’t? He didn’t?

“Babe?” Adam sat up, his brows knitted in worry. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Ye-yeah. A bad dream. I just need a glass of water. I’ll be right back.” Lucifer slide out of bed.

Down the halls and to the kitchen he walked. In the bright overhead lights he looked at his ring. Lucifer pulled it off and looked inside. Lilith’s name was crossed out and Adam’s replaced it.

“That bastard!” Lucifer couldn’t even throw away the ring. It was his original ring. Throwing it away would be like throwing Lilith away.

He checked his phone and called the only person he gave a fuck about.

It rang a few times before a groggy voice answered, “dad? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine. I just-“ what could he say? She would confirm how far this thing spread. “I had a bad dream. I might still be having it. Who am I married to?”

The line was quiet for a moment, “are you sure you-?”

“Charlie, please. I just need to know.”

“Mom, Lilith Morningstar. You’re separated but married.”

Lucifer sighed. Okay, okay. That meant that only Adam thought they were married. He could deal with that.

Of course, God probably married them, maybe to spite him, but it wasn’t common knowledge so everything should be normal. His bank accounts were probably altered but that wasn’t important.

“Oh thank fuck.”

Since he had her on the line, he spilled the beans about finding Adam in his bed and what Adam believed. No use showing up one day with Adam in tow and surprising everyone.

That done, he got down a large mug and started the kettle. He set the tea to seep in the freshly boiled water and got down a bottle of whiskey. What he needed was a hot toddy to help take the edge off.

He splashed the whiskey in the empty mug, then a little more, a bit more, it was a hell of a night so a bit more, he kept pouring until the mug was full and gulped it down. Then grabbed the whiskey and started to chug.

It was too bad he’d be sober before he got back to bed.

He dumped the tea and went back to his bed.

In the moonlight he watched Adam sleep but one eye opened. His face screwed up in disgust and he backed away, “I thought you went down for glass of water, not a bender. Your breath reeks of booze. Go brush your teeth.” Adam rolled over and pulled the covers up higher.

Lucifer did as he was told. His mouth already felt gross anyways.

Once he was done he slid in on his side. It was too late to try and explain to Adam why they weren’t actually married. He’d deal with it tomorrow.

His breath hitched as one of Adam’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled Lucifer flush to him. Adam nuzzled Lucifer’s neck, “much better. You know, since we’re up, you wanna?” There were soft kisses on the back of Lucifer’s neck and they were definitely doing something for him.

‘Oh no.’

“I think it’s best we sleep.” He patted Adam’s hand to indicate that Adam should let go, but that hand entwined their fingers.

‘Oh no.’

Adam gave a sad little sigh, “okay, babe.” A yawn breezed across Lucifer neck making his shiver, “I’m pretty tired anyways. Good night.”

“Good night.” Lucifer wasn’t sure how he was going to possibly fall asleep. He had so much to explain tomorrow. He might even have to break Adam’s heart.

Adam was warm.

He’d have to actually tell someone about God’s little plans. And the nightmare visits.

He was kinda soft.

Lucifer yawned. Maybe he should get Charlie’s help?

Was that Adam’s heart?

There was so much to consider and to…

Lucifer’s eyes started to drift shut.

To do. He should…

It was nice to be held.

He should… something about tomorrow?

He gave a content sigh and was lost to sleep.

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