#if i have ever wanted to fuck a man raw until his hips break HE IS HIM

[casmybelovedass]

I want to fuck peter b parker so rough and hard that he fucking collapses and not even his spider stamina can get him to function again for at least 20 minutes. I want to fuck a canon event into him. I want that to be engraved into the multiverse. UNCHANGEABLE.

[missaengg]

A Lazy Sunday Morning

Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: mdni, mild smut, fluff and humor, p in v sex, sleepy sex, sleepy cuddles, sleepy kisses Word Count: 1365 It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido! ao3 link here.

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Rafayel was pressing his morning wood against your butt from his position as big spoon. But it was no accidental position-related pressing. No, he was most definitely, not so subtly grinding it into your ass.

“Rafayel…” 

Your voice came out as a mewling whine. He had ridden you last night until two in the morning! You were still covered in the remnants of last night’s activities, still red from where he had marked you with his mouth, still raw from the multiple moments of bliss he had given you, and still sore from where he had driven into you many times… so many times. 

“Mornin’,” Rafayel’s sleepy voice mumbled into your hair.

You could tell from his heavy breathing, the way it whistled in your ear, the way his chest pushed against you slowly as he breathed in and out that he wasn’t fully awake. He pressed himself closer to you, one leg hooking over yours until they were tangled. All while he was still grinding his wood… into… your… ass.

You were exhausted and sore and sticky. Neither of you could muster the short trip to the bathroom to wash off after last night’s activities, instead falling asleep soon after in each other’s arms. It was a lovely quiet Sunday morning, the first Sunday you’d been off in weeks, god damn it, and all you wanted was to sleep in, wake up refreshed, and maybe grab a coffee with brunch, not be assaulted by your boyfriend’s half asleep libido — and my god did Rafayel have a little needy libido. The man was insatiable, trying to stick some part of him into you constantly. (Not that you’d ever admit that maybe you couldn’t get enough of him either, and that technically you did wake up refreshed just not in the way people would assume.)

And yet… you felt a pooling begin in your core, a familiar warm, wet arousal, a familiar swelling of your pussy, a familiar aching throb between your legs. You desired to enjoy your lazy Sunday morning with much needed sleep, especially after your — ahem — activities last night, but your body was betraying you, reacting to your boyfriend’s actions behind you.

He was burying his nose into your hair, deeply breathing in the smell of what was left of your shampoo. His hands were creeping up to fondle your chest, fingers lazily tugging at things he had explored thoroughly last night with his hot, pouty mouth. You wanted to protest for him to let you fucking sleep, but that was a lie— you were relishing his touch. He was driving you insane. His hot breath. His desperate hands. His firm body running along yours. His long length pressed against your ass cheek.

Rafayel stirred from behind you, little sleepy moans breaking the silence of the room, his little Rafayel growing even stiffer — was that even possible?!

“I wanna— I wanna feel you.”

The nuzzles in your hair were demanding. He moved his hips so that he was aligned with you from behind, a little sleepy hum of approval in his throat when his tip grazed along your sweet arousal. And then he slid in.

You softly gasped, a little sensual breathy, holy-ducking-shit-that-feels-so-ducking-good gasp. He slid in without much effort because you were so fucking wet, burying himself deep until he reached the hilt. Despite how many times he had been inside you the night before, he still left you feeling absolutely, deliciously stuffed. He wasn’t too big or too small, he was just right almost like his dick was made just for you. You reactively clenched around him, shivering from the anticipation of what he would do to you.

But then nothing. His normally greedy hands were still on your body. His normally desperate cock remained only buried. His labored breathing finally floated into your ears. You turned your head around to glance at him. 

“Raf?”

He didn’t respond. He had a peaceful expression on his face, an adorable little grin gracing his lips, strands of his soft purple hair falling into his closed eyes. You reached a free hand back to softly brush them out of his face.

“Are you… sleeping?”

A noncommittal grunt rumbled from within him. Your mouth dropped open. The man had fallen back asleep! You oscillated between feeling incensed at his sleepy, horny, greedy, insatiable self riling you up, rousing all the sleep that you needed away and between feeling giggly, blushy schoolgirl at how goddamn adorable he currently looked in his sleep… with his dick twitching inside you.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his eyelid. Adorable won. Adorable always won. You startled when his eyes fluttered open, gazing into you, still hazy from slumber.

“Mornin’.”

“You said that already.” You giggled at his disorientation. How was he still so cute after all this time?

“I did?”

You nodded. His lips quirked into a lazy smirk.

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“…And wet.”

“…yes?” 

Your voice cracked as you blushed. There was no denying that you were very much turned on, but in your defense, there was a Rafayel inside of you and well, your boyfriend was attractive. Very… very… attractive…

“Again?”

His voice was still heavy from the lingering haze of sleep, but there was a naughty gleam in his eyes now, a wicked mischievous gleam, one that both delighted you and made you shiver.

You didn’t say anything, pouting at his teasing. God, he infuriated you, in both good and bad ways. You felt a hand trail its fingers down your side to your thigh where it lightly traced the letters of what felt to be its owner’s name, R-A-F-A-Y-E-L, so lightly you squirmed from his ticklish strokes.

“Do you want me to claim you again? Last night wasn’t enough?”

The amusement was evident in his tone. It only spurred on your excitement, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“Raf, it’s Sunday. I’m off. I want to sleep,” you whined, but your cunt decided that moment was the moment it would spasm around Rafayel’s cock betraying what you truly wanted. That little fucking mini you bitch.

Rafayel shook in laughter behind you, each laugh vibrating from his body to yours, his damn little mini Rafayel twitching inside eliciting a shiver – or two – from you. He entwined his fingers with yours, and slowly, he moved, but only just. He pulled out only about an inch or two before sliding in again.

“I’ll be gentle after last night’s… activities.” 

His whisper tickled your ear, goosebumps prickling on your skin. He gently pressed his lips along your nape, grazing his nose behind your ear. Last night he was feral, but this morning he was sweet. So deliciously sweet.

You closed your eyes feeling a quiet bliss, content at how his arms enveloped you, how warm his body felt against yours, and how full you felt — physically and emotionally. You reveled in the lazy thrusts of your partner.

Rafayel slowly pulled out, and you looked back confused as to why he stopped, but you soon understood when he carefully rolled you onto your back, positioning himself above you. He guided himself back in, sinking down until all of him was fully flush against you save for his upper chest and face.

“Wanted to see you.”

He rubbed his nose against yours, briefly resting his forehead on you before placing tender, fluttery kisses on your eyelids, your cheeks, the corners of your mouths, anywhere he fancied. He still moved inside of you, but today, it wasn’t so much about the movement, but rather the proximity. If yesterday’s ecstasy was a burning inferno, today’s was a cozy blanket.

You returned his kisses with one of your own, also tender and chaste. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck pulling him as close to you as physically possible without melting into one another.

“Is this lazy enough for you?”

You smiled, a lovely little agreeable smile. Your pussy clenched around him also in agreement, and the most delectable little groan spilled from his lips.

“Yes, I think it is.”

[madhatterbri]

My Girl | D.P.

Summary: can you please write something smutty/flirty with Damian Priest and Fem Reader where both are part of the Judgment Day and they constantly flirt with each other, after an successful Monday Night RAW they are out to celebrate and again Reader and Damian are constantly flirting and teasing each other which causes the rest of the Judgment Day Crew to leave them alone, Damian and Reader stand up to go back to his room where they have passionate sex and spending the night together in the morning after they lay in bed cuddling and Damian asks her to be his girl because the last night shouldn't be and one night stand. 18+.

Requested by anon.

Happy Monday Night RAW. ❤️

@brideofinfamy @mrsarcherofinfamy @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps

Impure Fiction

The constant flirting between Damian and Y/N was kept quiet at first. Glances and flirtatious whispers were only they could hear occupied the majority of their time when they were together. They didn't want to make things weird in their group. Things were pretty well hidden until JD caught them flirting. After they were caught, they were more open about it in the Judgment Day space. The other members of Judgment Day weren't exactly thrilled about it.

"You do look really good with a championship belt on you," Y/N giggled and pulled up a picture of him on her phone. The picture showed Damian in a button-down blouse with the top buttons left open, showing his bare chest.

She had her arm placed on his shoulders. Her fingers traced random shapes on his back. His arms wrapped around her waist to keep her close. He smiled, and the two looked at the picture together.

"I can think of something other than a belt that would look much better on me," Damian teased. She giggled in delight.

"Just fuck already," Finn groaned in annoyance. He placed a wad of bills on the bar countertop and stormed off like the rest of the members before him. Damian and Y/N couldn't hide their fit of laughter as he disappeared from the dim lit bar.

"Want to see how good you would look on me?" Damian whispered in her ear. His lips nipped at the shell of her ear. She bit her lip and blushed. They were friends, she told herself, so this would be okay. Just get it out now and go on like normal. Y/N paid for their tab and followed him to his room.

He unlocked his hotel room with his key card and stepped inside. Ever the gentleman, he held the door open for her. She stepped in. The door closed behind her. The two of them stared at each other. The tension from the past several months of flirting led to this moment.

"Just going to stare at me all night or-"

Her words were cut off by his lips crashing onto hers. Her back pressed against the door. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck while his other hand slipped underneath her short dress.

"Dam," she whispered his nickname. Her arms were raised as he lifted the dress over her body. He balled the article of clothing and threw it somewhere in the room. His eyes looked over the newly exposed parts of her body.

"I've waited for this for so long," he admitted and kissed her again. She wrapped her hands around his neck. Damian hoisted her legs around his hips and carried her to the bed. Her back met the sheets. Y/N hoisted herself on her elbows.

Damian removed his shirt. He placed his hands behind the back of her knees. His strong arms dragged her closer to him. The archer of infamy placed his hands at her sides. His lips met hers once more before going south.

"Oh Dam," Y/N whispered as his hand grabbed her right breast. He greedily sucked on her nipple. His tongue swirled around the nub. She squirmed under him and drew her head back. Breathy pants and moans filled the room much to his delight.

Once he separated himself from her breast, he didn't give her a break. Her left breast was given the same treatment. She couldn't remember the last time a man took his time on her. Her delicate nub was toyed with. Licking and sucking were met with purrs of his name. He sucked a little more and slowly hovered over her.

"Don't worry," he chuckled once he saw the disappointment on Y/N'S face. "I'm not going anywhere,"

The tips of his fingers ran down her stomach and in between her legs.

"Ah!" She called out and gripped his muscular arm. His other hand rubbed her over her underwear. He gulped upon feeling the wetness and cursed.

"God, you are already so wet for me," he whispered and kissed her. His hand rubbed her up and down. He moved to keep his legs between her thighs. His hand never once left her underwear.

A jolt of pleasure struck her the moment his thumb toyed with her clit above her underwear. Her body temporarily froze in shock before giving him the sweet sounds he was so desperate to hear.

Y/N's eyes were closed. She could only hear her sounds. It wasn't until she felt the cool air between her legs that she noticed he moved to lay on his stomach in the bed.

Damian parted her thighs to spread her wife open for him. He leaned down and tasted her for the first time.

Another jolt shocked her system. His lips sucked her clit illiciting more moans. He tested the waters and lapped at her sweet juices. The moans grew louder as his eyes met hers. This went on for a while before he adjusted himself. A whine of disapproval told him she was so close.

She felt his finger slowly push inside of her. Y/N's walls clamped down on his finger. His finger pumped in and out of her at a steady pace. A second finger was added to stretch her out. He curled his fingers, hitting a sweet spot that she had sworn before tonight wasn't there.

The tightness in her stomach became too much to ignore. She dropped her mouth open as her orgasm washed over her. Damian never relented. His fingers pushed in and out of her while she came down from her high.

Damian slowly pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. Her juices tasted like the best thing he ever had. Y/N laid, still trying to catch her breath. The mess of her mind slowly started to clear up.

"Welcome back," he teased once she came back down to Earth. She gulped.

"That was amazing," she complimented and stared at the ceiling.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he joked and sat on his knees. He unbuckled his belt and lowered them. His hard on finally free from the confines of his black pants.

Damian scooted closer to her. His hand on himself as he slid his dick up and down her lips. He toyed with her for a bit before slowly pushing into her entrance. He remained still allowing her to adjust to him.

"More, Damian, please," she begged and weakly thrusted her hips towards his. He pushed more of himself inside. His hands were placed by her head as she felt him stretch her.

"Such a good girl by taking me so well," he whispered in her ear. She licked her lips and bit down on her bottom lip. She was a good girl. His good girl.

He kissed her. His tongue licking the bottom of her lip. When granted access, his tongue slid inside of her mouth. His thrusts were shallow as he still gave her time to adjust. He waited so long for this that he wanted to make it the best night for them.

"Are you ready?" He asked. To his delight, she nodded eagerly.

Damian remained on his knees. He moved one of her legs around his body. His dick prodded against her entrance once more. His mouth dropped as his eyes watched the moment he sunk completely inside of her.

Her walls clung to him as if never wanting him to leave. Truth be told, he never wanted to leave. Each thrust opened her up more to him. Her hips rolled to accept all of him. Her arms wrapped around his back. She didn't want him to be far from her.

His thrusts picked up when he felt like he wouldn't hurt her. Each thrust met with one of her sweet sounds. The bed creaked under them. The headboard smacked against the wall. Rhea would definitely give her an earful in the morning.

"Oh!" She called out the moment he hit her sweet spot. It was the same spot that made her orgasm last time. The tightness in her stomach came back to life. Damian didn't let up. The spot was his primary focus.

When he was confident that he could consistently hit that spot, he wrapped his arms around her. All the longing from the past few months caught up to him. His thrusts felt rushed, yet he was able to fill her each time.

"I'm so close," she whimpered. He kissed her neck before sucking on it. Something to devil the rest of Judgment Day, she was sure. His pants quickened in her ear. His eyes closed as he buried his face in her neck. Once her second orgasm hit, it was over for him.

Her walls tightened around him. He moaned her name. His sweet Y/N. He thrusted one last time as his body jerked some. His seed spilled inside of her. Damian pulled out once he caught his breath.

"Incredible," she whispered and watched him. Damian crawled next to her and laid down. His arm wrapped around her. She scooted closer to him. Her eyes felt heavy.

"You are my girl. Of course I'm going to take care of you," he teased and kissed her forehead. He traced shapes lazily on her back. Her hand in his other hand. They talked until falling into a peaceful sleep.

Y/N woke up once she heard an alarm. She groaned and squirmed around. Arms held her tighter once she started moving around.

"Don't. Let's just lay here. We can catch another flight," Damian grumbled and pulled her closer. Y/N rolled over and stared in his dark brown eyes. She used a finger to outline his various tattoos.

"So about last night," she sighed, unsure of which way to go. More than anything, she didn't want to be an one night stand. They were friends, but this being an one-time thing would destroy her. Her heart sunk at the thought. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't want last night to be an one night stand," he confessed. Y/N felt her cheeks flush. At least they were on the same page. His hand grabbed her chin. His thumb traced her cheekbone. "Be my girl,"

"I was wondering when you'd finally ask," she smiled and kissed him.

[dark-and-kawaii]

begging and pleading for more mean raphael 😭🙏🏻 the way you write is so ajahdhejdjsj i literally check your blog DAILY

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Summary: Raphael uses you like the eager pup you are, using you as a precious little cum dump. That’s all you’re good for anyway, to entertain him until he grows bored.

♡ Content: NSFW - Degrading - Used - Creampie - Mean Raphael

♡ Notes: Whaa!!! Thank you darling (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )!!!! I can’t believe you check my blog daily, like wow!!! I really hope this satisfies your mean Raphael needs!!!

Raphael fucks you raw until you’re begging, crying for him to cum inside you. Until your mind has completely blanked out. The man- the devil, always makes your body his own, his hands bruising your hips, your throat, your wrists as he manhandles you into the perfect position to pound your abused cunt, “You bend so easily, little pup. It’s almost dull.” He laughs low, his grip on your hip tightens as you sob his name, your arms barely keeping your chest off the ground.

Your body is sore and used, your mind exhausted, unable to do much more than feel the pleasure of his thick cock, his cum leaking from your swollen, aching cunt… “I barely exert any effort, and there you go, crumbling at the seams. It's like you were made to be broken. Pitty. I like when they can at least put up a decent fight.”

You whine when the devil pulls out, leaving your core empty so he can watch his seed spill from you. His voice is cruel as he chuckles, watching you intently, “So eager to fall apart. I wonder-“ he places his hand on his chin, “do you enjoy it? The descent, the collapse? It seems to come so naturally to you.”

You're not sure how to respond. You don't have the strength or mind to argue, not that he'd ever listen to anything you say anyway. Not that you mind being treated in such a manner…

He leans in close, his nose pressed to the shell of your ear, his breath hot, sending chills through your tired body, “Each time I think you've hit the bottom, you find a new way to disappoint me. It's an art form, really, your knack for disappointing me."

You don't have the strength to move. He grabs your chin and forces your head to the side, making you look at him, his lips against your skin, his words a dark, twisted promise, “You’re not worth my time I’m afraid, only good for one thing and that’s a hole for me to fill. But don’t worry, if you wish to get off little mouse, Haarlep will happily keep you company.”

You wanted to tell him no, that you’d do better, that you’d get him the crown and all would be well, that you worshiped him like some kind of god- like an archdevil, but the words wouldn’t come. And even if they did, would it matter? You know this is what your devil likes, tormenting you. Using you, breaking you... Watching as Haarlep his precious incubus fucks the almost ever living life out of you. Stroking his cock as you call out to him while impaled on Haarlep’s grossly thick cock.

This was your life now, a plaything for the devil and all you could do was nod with a lazy fucked out smile. Your body limp as Raphael lifts you up, tossing you on his bed near Haarlep’s lap, “do try to make this an entertaining performance, Haarlep.”

The incubus nods, lifting you into their lap, “Oh, little pet~” Haarlep moans, their hands roaming over your tired body.

Raphael chuckles, sitting on a plush chair across from the bed, a bottle of wine in hand as he watches the show.

[thesassypadawan]

The Master (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Saying that Hay is good at edging is a SEVERE understatement…the man is the master (bad joke) when it comes to it.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Edging and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

- “What’s wrong, angel? You seem…upset,” he murmurs. Placing ‘soothing’ kisses along your neck, his hips slow to a stop…and you choke back a sob.

- To say that Hayden is good at edging is a SEVERE understatement. Your man is the master (bad joke) of it. He never admits to it, but you know that he knows. Especially when he’s looking down at you with that damn smirk…as you wriggle and moan like a bitch in a heat beneath him.

- “Haaay, please,” you whine. Hips bucking against his, walls fluttering desperately. By now you’ve lost count of how many times he’s denied you. Of how long he’s left you teetering on the verge of your orgasm.

- Yet he remains firm, fat cock sitting deep inside of your pussy. Large hands gripping your waist, holding you in place. Teeth nipping at your sensitive skin, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Please, what?”

- His chest vibrates with his deep voice. Teasing and making your buds harden. A whimper falling from your lips. “Cum. Lemme cum.”

- Biting hard at your sweet spot, you clench around him. Still he doesn’t move. Tongue running along your collarbone, muttering softly. “Oh, you want to cum?”

- Frantically you nod, clit throbbing with need. Tears pricking your eyes at just the thought of finally having blessed release. “Y-Yes.”

- Trailing his lips down, he captures your nipple. Sucking it into his hot mouth, teasing it with gentle licks. Until you’re begging and mewling, squirming in pleasure. Which was a little too much for his liking.

- With a wet sounding pop, he pulls away. Your back arches, chasing after his lips. But you’re pressed back down, his hand resting on your sternum. Keeping you exactly where he wants you.

- “Greedy girl,” he chuckles. Shifting, he kneels before you. Raising your legs over his thighs, he begins to slowly rock his hips. “I’m not sure you deserve to cum…do you?”

- Hayden’s eyes glow with lust. Gaze burning as he stares at your prone and trembling body. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” you moan softly.

- Brushing his long fingers ever so lightly across your clit, he picks up his sluggish pace. Now thrusting in and out, dragging his length against your gummy walls in the most sinful way. “I don’t know. You’re not asking me very nicely. Why don’t you try again?”

- At this point you’re having a total meltdown. He’s pressing so firmly on your little nub, rolling and pinching it. “Please, Hay! Want to cum so badly! Need you to fuck me so good! Please!”

- “See; that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Speeding up more, his hips bounce off yours. Thumb now circling your clit vigorously, cock pounding into you so deliciously.

- You can feel the heat rising up, the knot in your stomach tightening again. It’s all so wonderfully overwhelming, every nerve is buzzing in ecstasy. And you’re close, painfully close and approaching fast. “Gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna…”

- Leaning forward, he captures your lips in a steamy kiss. Swallowing up your words, sinking his teeth into your soft cushion. Nearly breaking the skin.

- This sends you spiraling. Vision whiting out. Wave after wave of raw pleasure rips through you. Whole body clenching around him. Squealing into his lips.

- Breaking the kiss, Hayden lets out a low groan. “Shit, angel. Gripping me so good. You’re going to make me…”

- Driving into you brutally, balls slapping against you lewdly. All you can do is whimper, nails scratching at his broad shoulders and back. Until his hips stutter and pumps you entirely too full of his cum.

- Fire. Your body feels like it’s on fire, muscles screaming from how tense they had been. Legs shaking as you flop back onto the bed, panting. “Fuck… Just fuck…”

- “You alright?” He mutters, trying to catch his own breath. Thumb rubbing your bruised lip gently in an apology.

- Shaking your head; you laugh softly, blissed out grin on your face. “Yeah, but my legs are like dead. Might have trouble walking tomorrow.”

- The words barely leave your mouth…before he slowly starts rocking his hips again. “Hay?! What are you-”

- He gives you that damn smirk. “Might. You said ‘might’, so we can go a little more until you ‘can’t’.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @cacti5539, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16

[drunk-on-dk]

U requested hard thots I'm delivering 🫡

The thoughts i have ab seokmin these days will eat me alive so let me share: in my opinion he's a soft dom....so i was thinking and thinking about having raw sex for the first time together and he's so so whipped for you but also has to prep u really well because MAN'S HUGE and he's all lovely u know praising u etc but when he gets u stuffed and relaxed for him you're in for a looong looong night just him going at it until u both cant take it anymore and manhandling u however he wants cuz he just wants his baby full u know 👀

afakfjdlksajfdlks YES..... yes yes yes.... i completely agree this man is a soft dom, like he's just so sweet and only cares about your pleasure, but i know he can't bear to not be in control, like he 100% gets off on watching you lose yourself beneath him and can't hold himself back sometimes. therefore, i can't help myself and wrote a lil smutty smut... please ENJOY my good anon friend <3

✦pairing/genre warnings: bf!seokmin x fem!reader, smut (minors DNI), established relationship, NSFW content warnings under the cut

✦wc: ~1.3k 

content warnings: soft dom!seokmin, begging, overstimulation, seokmin calls reader baby, praise, fem reader but no specific pronouns, unprotected sex (established relationship, but still stay safe friends), creampie, oral (female receiving), big dick seokmin agenda, not too filthy but he loves to manhandle reader and it is v much enjoyed

Your boyfriend always makes sure to take his time with you, Seokmin’s satisfaction fueled by watching you tremble beneath him every time he thoroughly takes care of his baby. He knows your body like the back of his hand at this point; Seokmin always being so devoted to delving into your body to worship every part of you, methodically working you through each orgasm until you are sopping wet at the core and begging for him, not caring if he’s overstimulated you before finally being inside you himself.

Seokmin swears he’s in heaven when he’s with you, forever thanking the higher powers for giving him someone who becomes putty in his hands. Seokmin loves the way your thighs grip the sides of his face, cooing in adoration between each lick of your clit, sharp nose nuzzled tightly against the swollen bud as he ferociously laves at your core. He doesn’t waste a single drop of you, lapping up your juices and pushing his face and tongue even deeper into you when you arch into the bed, hands tangled in his hair to keep him close to you as you writhe against his mouth.

He’ll drag it on as long as possible, hours even, coaxing multiple orgasms from you with his tongue and fingers until you can no longer keep your legs tightly wrapped around him. Seokmin knows you’re ready for him when you begin to shake, muscles finally relaxing as incoherent pleas slipping past your lips begging for him to give you his cock finally. He loves feeling appreciated and needed, chest swelling in pride whilst he pebbles a trail of hot kisses from your cunt all the way to your lips.

Your body so easily molds against his, toothy smile breaking your kiss after tasting yourself on his tongue. He’s got you so worked up at this point that any contact against your clit has you convulsing in his arms, making you buck your hips towards him when the tip of his cock runs through your folds.

Today was extra special, as you had both finally agreed to fucking each other raw, being in a relationship for long enough now warranting you to enjoy each other to the fullest. This is all Seokmin needed to know you in every way possible, wanting to feel the warmth of you without a barrier, and wanting to please you by letting you feel every ridge of his ever-so-large cock.

That was the other important aspect of why Seokmin took his time preparing you, he was massive, his cock much larger than any other partner you’ve ever had. It still took time for you to take him in, his length always so hot and heavy, brooding leaky tip pushing past your folds and making you feel impossibly full each time.

The way you quiver beneath him as he pushes inside of you only makes his heart grow fonder, each time burned into his memory as your jaw falls slack, pornographic moan escaping you as he gets closer to bottoming out with inches to spare. He’s deliciously thick too, the stretch making you hiss out and grip his cock in a way that has his hips stuttering for a second.  

Just when he thought that your begging earlier was pitiful, you always shock him with how cock drunk you get from the second he fills you up. Oh god, how sweet his little baby is, and oh god does he want to ruin you.

Seokmin is always so sweet to you until this point, up until he can pull his cock out just to slam it back inside of you and indulging in the way you scream in pleasure.  He’s sickeningly sweet, hips ramming slow with precision into yours as he mocks you, “does that feel good, baby? Tell me with words, how do I feel? Let me know what this sweet pussy wants.”

He’s almost teasing, smiling against your skin as he buries his face into your neck, light chuckles making you dizzy as he presses his body against yours. “S’good, Minnie, stuff me nice n’full, won’t ever get enough,” it almost comes out like a slur, but he understands you enough to be satisfied by your response.

He tries to drag it out as long as possible, his long, thick cock dragging agonizingly slow as you lift your hips towards his, begging for him to pick up the pace as you feel the overwhelming pressure building at the apex of your core.

Even though Seokmin is determined, he can only hold out for so long until the pleasure starts to become unavoidable, knowing when to really fuck you before he’s long gone and cumming inside of you prematurely.

This is what you love the most, Seokmin handling you a bit more harshly before railing you deep into the mattress. All the painstaking foreplay always leads up to him needily fucking you, needing to fill you to the brim with his cock as you scream from under him. Crying out from the loss of fullness, Seokmin flips you to your stomach before grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him, hastily filling you back up until his hips slam into your ass.

The pleasure has you clawing at the bed sheets, back arching with your chest and face buried in the mattress while he fucks you from behind, your cunt well adjusted for his size now. You can hear him panting behind you, knowing that he is watching the way your walls suck him back in each thrust, your boyfriend losing himself as he uses his grip on your hips to bounce you back on his cock.

Once again, he’s proud of how overstimulated he’s got you when he wraps a hand around your body to play with your swollen clit.

“Taking me so well, baby,” he’s praising you as you’re moaning out, body shooting up to press your back against him whilst his thumb rubs circles harshly against the bud. “So proud of you, I love you so much.”

“Love you so much,” you’re moaning in response, his cock still thrusting deep within you and his thumb working at your clit as your head falls back onto his shoulder, lips hungrily reconnecting with his before he’s shoving you back into the mattress.

“So perfect,” he’s breathing heavily now, lips trailing over the back of your neck and to your back as he relentlessly pounds you into his bed. His hips are stuttering at the way your cunt clamps around him, the fit still tight even after all his efforts to prep you. “Finish with me, want to feel you squeeze my cock even more, beautiful.”

Both of you are moaning together as your walls flutter around him, the loud squeal that sounds from you indicating your orgasm as you clamp around him, seeing stars for the nth time tonight as he brings you to yet another high.

Seokmin is filling you up actually for the first time, the warmth of his cum filling you making your orgasm more intense. You can feel him throbbing inside of you as he groans, filling you with his seed and pulling out to watch it seep out of you.

He can’t help but chuckle in disbelief at the sight, unable to stop himself from diving right back down to your cunt, wanting to taste the mix of you and him before fucking his cum right back into you with his tongue and making you squirm.

You’re in for a long, long night as per usual. You can’t complain though, not when you have a determined boyfriend who focuses on treating you this well.

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Hello! ✨ Welp, here we go!! Could I maybe request *deep breath* breeding kink headcanons for Sawashiro, Takabe, Ebina and Kuwana? 🙈 🙈 🙈 Thank you!

Hmmm? Yes, please? I have s HUGE thing for breeding kinks, oh my God 😭😭

Jo Sawashiro

Oh boy, does it take you ages to convince him. To be fair, he’s had a horrible experience with being a dad with Masato. Sure, you don’t want to get pregnant for real, but even the thought of it occurring on accident unsettles him, why lie. Even when you’ve got him on board, he will only do it on days where you are 100% sure there is no chance of you actually getting pregnant.

Once you’ve got him nice and comfortable though, it’s like a switch has flipped inside his head. He goes harder than usual, grunting in your ear, his hips slamming against your ass as he takes you from behind, tugging at your hair occasionally. He’s not usually so rough, so you can tell this is your little kink’s fault. Not that you’re complaining. You knew he had this ‘boss from hell’ side to him, but you never got to experience it, so consider this your first.

If this is what he gave his boys back in the Arakawa family, then they were some lucky bastards, that’s for sure. Especially if they got Jo to grab them by the neck like this—which they probably have, just not like this: on top of you, breath hot in your ear, coming deep inside like you’ve been begging him to the whole time.

“That’s it, stuffed full. Just what you wanted, right? Don’t let a drop spill out of that greedy cunt.”

Mamoru Takabe

It’s not that he has a breeding kink, exactly. More like he sees how into it you look, and it makes him eager to try it out. And once he does, he kind of... it’s like he just discovered a new world, and he is weirdly into it? He doesn’t want a family right now, necessarily, but it is really hot regardless.

It never takes long to talk him into doing something new. If you are into it, he is willing to at least give it a try—If after that he realizes it’s not for him, then it will stay a one time thing. This breeding kink of yours however, is definitely not a one time thing. He sees his cum dripping out of you after coming down from his high one time and it instantly becomes his favorite new sight in the world.

Expect him to suggest going raw more often after the first time. So long as it’s safe to do so, he would love to come inside you again. Not as rough as Sawashiro by a long shot—the complete opposite, in fact; he’s pretty gentle, making eye contact and kissing you pretty much all the time. He is pretty harsh when he grabs a handful of thigh (expect it to leave marks on you by the next morning), but then he’s coming inside and you couldn’t care less how forceful he was.

“That’s my girl, taking everything I give you. Let’s take a little break and I’ll fill you again, yeah? Make sure you’re all full.”

Masataka Ebina

He was into the idea of coming inside you raw even before you mentioned it, just never brought it up thinking you wouldn’t be into it and it would all be a colossal waste of time. But then one day, in the middle of sex, you just blurt out the raunchiest shit he’s ever heard (something something “Fucking come inside me, wanna feel it dripping down my legs. Want you to get me fucking pregnant, want everyone to know I’m your whore!”) and he goes ‘Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.’

Honestly, he has way too much fun making you beg for it. That’s nothing new, but with this new add-on of yours, it takes a new angle. You better beg for his cum and you better beg for it nicely, or he will come literally anywhere else and leave you longing for it. Don’t test him, he is a man of his word.

Even when you are all tired and spent after sex, if he is up for a round two, he’ll pull out only to shove his cum deep inside you with his fingers. It’s almost too much but in a good way, and overstimulation is nothing new with him either. He’ll give you a rest for a few minutes, until he thinks you can go again, and then, it’s back to fucking.

“We’ve got to make sure it takes, don’t we? So just lie back and relax, darling. The night is still plenty young.”

Jin Kuwana

This poor man has wanted a family for so long, you don’t even know. Ever since his teaching days, he knew he wanted his own kids. Then everything went to shit and he realized it may not be a good idea after all, and it all stayed in the past. And then you had to come and make him think about it all over again.

You mention it once in the middle of sex, that you want him to come inside and fuck a baby in you, and he’s never come so hard in his life. He gets a bit teary-eyed afterwards though, and that’s when he tells you all about it. You feel for him, really. Sure, his attitude towards the whole Mitsuru situation wasn’t the best (quite the opposite, actually), but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve his own happy family. Not if he’s learned his lesson, which you know he has. So, why not make him a daddy one of these days? Or at least play pretend until he’s ready to be one for real?

It’s more love-making than straight-up hot, filthy sex with him. Lots of kissing, lots of praise and gentle touches. He’d be looking at you with the softest eyes. He’s imagined so many times already just how good you’d look if you got pregnant for real, and God, the things that image does to him.

“Fucking beautiful... You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful pregnant with my child. Everyone will look at you and know you're mine.”

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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 8 - Letting go

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Chapter 8 - Letting go

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~Jieun’s POV~

The next morning, I woke up and got dressed, then I went to work and managed to get through yet another tiring day with too little sleep. It was hard to focus, because my mind kept wandering off to Charisma, which made me unable to fall asleep, and my heart was beating too fast in anticipation for today’s meeting.

When 6:45 finally rolled around and Charisma came in the room, the first thing he did to greet me was peck my lips while caressing my hair.

He was so tender, I lost control over my heart again. Why was he treating me like this – like a lover he cherished, and not like a simple whore? I didn’t get it, but then again, I wasn’t exactly treating him like a mere client either, nor did I ever think of him as such.

Charisma to me was… special, to say the least. He was a man I didn’t know the face of, who still treated me way better than I probably deserved, who took care of my needs even if he was paying me to take care of his, and the way he kissed me was…

Intense…

Incredible…

And passionate.

He kissed me like he loved me, and even if it was a lie, I wanted him to lie to me more. I’ve definitely never been kissed like that before, with such desire and raw passion, and now that I got a taste, I just couldn’t stop.

So, I didn’t.

When he moved away to other parts of my body, I grabbed his face and kissed him again. I didn’t want us to part at all, I wanted to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until my mouth grew tired, just to make up for all these weeks we haven’t kissed.

He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me, his mouth still on mine, and we just stayed like that and explored each other’s mouths, hands trailing on the other’s body tenderly and softly, all the while our tongues were fighting a passionate battle against each other.

I was once again just in my underwear, a different colour than yesterday, but still made of lace, so, with Charisma on top of me, it felt like he was keeping me warm and protected from the cold outside.

Charisma moved against my core slowly and I felt myself get wetter and wetter with each movement of his hips. I was already dizzy from the euphoria his kisses gave me, so I let my hands roam down his chest until I reached the hem of his pants, and I pulled on them to show him my intention. He caught on quickly, as not even a few seconds later, I heard his zipper open and felt his hard dick rub against my pussy, still covered in lingerie.

With his other hand, Charisma moved my panties to the side and entered me slowly, leaving me enough time to adjust to his length, although I doubt that was even necessary anymore, since I was so used to him by now, I was almost sure my body and his were crafted together, and we were meant to meet up at one point of another just to reunite, to become complete.

I moaned in his mouth, my hands moving around his neck just to make sure he wouldn’t move away. I needed him so badly, I was dreading this hour being over, my body getting cold and my lips feeling lonely.

He understood me, and even with my legs around his torso and him deep inside me, he kept kissing me. It was hard to breathe, and I found myself moaning again and again in his mouth, unintentionally breaking the kiss from time to time, but he didn’t mind it, he just reattached his lips on mine and kept fucking me until the knot in my stomach grew too tight, until we both let go and welcomed the pure bliss of our orgasms.

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Charisma

Rate Flame from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Were all your special requirements fulfilled? (Leave empty if not applicable): Baby, today was… I don’t even have words anymore. Fuck. Let’s do it again tomorrow.

What did you enjoy? You have no idea how stressful the past weeks have been, not only at work, but especially so, and this was just what I needed. I’m sending you a little gift so you can get yourself something nice. Thank you, Flame. Truly.

What should be improved? -

Would you like to tip Flame? (Any amount you write will automatically be deducted from your Card after submitting this form. Leave empty if you don’t wish to tip your host): 2000$

Thank you for using our service!

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Flame

Rate the interaction with the customer from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Did the customer fulfil your special requirements? -

Tip received – 2000$: I don’t even know what to say… I’m glad if our meeting helped alleviate your stress at least a little bit. I didn’t do anything special, I just followed my heart, and it turned out that way… I was actually scared it would be too much, I just knew that I wanted to kiss you, and never stop. I’m happy you didn’t find it annoying or anything. I can’t wait to meet up with you again.

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2000$?!

As a TIP?

No fucking way.

I shook my head in denial, not understanding how, or what happened for him to tip me this much. Sure, I loved the sex, and the moment was extremely intimate, but… what?

What was making him so stressed?

I read his message again and again, and it took me so long to form a coherent reply and send it back.

‘This was just what I needed.’ He said, and it might’ve been true. Kissing releases oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin, and makes you overall more relaxed, but… isn’t this a bit much?

2000$ for kissing me for one hour?

Really?

I was simply dumbfounded. It was like my mind was a puzzle and a piece was missing.

~

~Time skip: Saturday~

Ugh, I hate waking up in the morning. I groaned while getting out of bed with a yawn, cursing after seeing that it’s 9 something and I’m already awake, even though it was a Saturday and I could’ve slept in.

After Thursday, Charisma ended up not booking me anymore on Friday, and even if I panicked at first that I might’ve said the wrong thing in my Review Form, I tried to be more rational and figured out he probably had a lot of work, since he explicitly said that work’s been really stressful lately.

After getting out of bed, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw I had 4 unread messages. After seeing who they were from, I probably never opened something so quickly.

Huh???

He wants me to take care of Nari today?

Without thinking it twice, I dialled his number, and he picked up after just one ring.

“Good morning.” I said, but my voice didn’t come out right. It was groggy, and it was way too obvious that I just woke up.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey, Jieun. Thanks for calling. I hope I didn’t wake you up with my messages.”

Well, shit.

He noticed.

“No, not at all. Uhm, about that…”

“You can’t come, can you? That’s fine, I’ll just-”

“No, actually, I’m free today, so I can take care of Nari.”

“Really? Oh God, you’re a lifesaver, I swear. Can you come here?”

“Sure, when do you have to leave for work?”

“In about an hour.”

“Okay, then I’ll get ready and come.”

“That’s amazing. Thank you so much, Jieun! Let me know when you’re ready, I’m sending a taxi to get you.”

“A taxi?” I chuckled. “What, aren’t they dangerous anymore?”

“Pfft.” He laughed briefly. “It’s different now. It’s no longer 3 AM.”

“Sure, sure.” I laughed as well. “Okay, I’m gonna let you know when I’m ready.”

“Thank you!”

I ended the call and got ready relatively quickly, and I dressed myself in something warm, because I wasn’t sure what type of activities Nari would like us to do today. I needed to be ready in case she wanted to go outside.

Of course, I didn’t call Minho again, because I didn’t want him to pay for my taxi. Instead, I started walking towards their apartment building, stopping at the supermarket to grab some ingredients to cook lunch, since I was sure Nari would want us to cook something, and then I ordered a cab myself and headed to Minho’s apartment.

I knocked on the door, and Minho opened with a surprised face. He was dressed in smart casual clothes, and he smelled so nicely. His perfume must’ve been expensive.

Thinking about it… when he picked me up that night after I met Charisma, I felt like they had the same perfume…

And even now, his perfume is so similar. Not the same, but… similar. Too similar.

Is it the same brand? 

Yeah, that must be it...

As soon as Minho saw it was me standing in the doorway, he grabbed the shopping bags from my hands and started scolding me.

“Why didn’t you call? I would’ve sent a taxi, or we could’ve come picked you up from the supermarket. Don’t tell me you took the stairs. You should’ve at least called to let me help with the grocery bags-”

“Okay, okay, dad, you can calm down now.” I chuckled. “It’s just some shopping bags, no need to get so worked up.”

“MISS PARK?!” Nari’s voice rang loud in my ears, and a few seconds later she ran full speed in my arms, hugging me.

“Nari, dear, hello.”

“I missed you!” She said and looked up at me, a bright smile on her face.

“Didn’t we see each other yesterday, though?” I tilted my head and pouted in a playful way, and she nodded.

“Yes, but I still missed you. I wish we could spend time together every day!”

“Aww, me too.” I pinched her cheeks. “I got something for you.” I went directly towards one of the bags in Minho’s hands and urged him to open it, and after searching through it for a bit, I finally found what I was looking for.

“Chocolate!” Nari shouted.

“And for you-” I looked at Minho, and he looked back at me confused. “-here.”

“A protein shake?” He chuckled.

“Isn’t it good?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-”

“If you don’t want it, give it back.” I reached out for it, but Minho reacted quickly and put it above his head, where my hands didn’t reach.

He was too damn tall.

“I want it.” He chuckled. “No way I’m giving it back.”

I stuck out my tongue at him, and he burst out laughing.

“Thank you for coming.” He said after a few seconds. “Really.”

“Now, now, stop thanking me and go to work already.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Nari, be good today and have fun with Miss Park, hm? I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled and hugged him, and then Minho left.

~

“So, now that there’s just the two of us, what should we do?” I turned to Nari who seemed a bit upset.

“I want daddy to come back.” She pouted, rubbing her eyes. Small tears started falling down her round cheeks, so I put myself on one knee and took her in my arms.

“I know you do, dear. But he has to go to work-”

“I hate his work!”

“Shh. We can’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because he works so hard for you.”

“But I want him to spend more time with me!”

“Off baby, didn’t he promise you you’re going to spend the whole day tomorrow again?”

“He did…”

“Look, that’s amazing! You’re gonna have a fun day tomorrow together. But until then, don’t you want to have a fun day with me as well?”

To that, Nari simply nodded, and I wiped off her tears.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, and she nodded again. “Let’s cook together, hm?”

~

The day went on, and after lunch, Nari asked to go see her grandmother in the hospital, and after checking in with Minho through text and getting his approval, there we went.

“Nari, it’s such a surprise to see you!” Mrs. Choi smiled brightly and sat up.

“Grandma!” Nari jumped on the bed in her grandmother’s arms.

“Hello, my name is Park Jieun, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I smiled and bowed politely.

“Miss Park is my teacher!” Nari explained, and her grandmother nodded.

“Well, then, I’m going to leave you two to catch up and I’m gonna come back in – 30 minutes?” I ask Nari, but she shook her head.

“Can’t you just stay here with me and grandma?” She pouted.

“Yes, it would be nice to hear more about Nari from you, since I couldn’t come to her new school so far.” Mrs. Choi urged me to sit down next to her, and I followed suit.

“Okay, what would you like to know?”

“Everything.” She chuckled. “Is she getting along well with the others?”

“Yes, grandma, I told you about my friends!” Nari spoke.

“Indeed, she made a lot of friends, and she loves talking to them too much, sometimes during classes.” I threw Nari a scolding look, and she hid her face with her hands, making us both laugh at how cute she was being.

“Nari, it’s not good to talk during class!” Mrs. Choi said and caressed her hair gently. Watching this duo made my heart melt, as it reminded me so much of my grandma and how she always treated me with such care, especially during my younger years, after my parents passed away.

We chatted for some time with Mrs. Choi, she thanked me for taking care of Nari, and then I asked the girl if she would mind dropping by my grandmother’s room as well. She seemed quite excited to go, even going as far as letting go of my hand and running in the room before me.

“Grandma!” She screamed loudly, and my grandmother had a bewildered look on her face, as she was probably taken by surprise.

“Oh, my! If this is not Nari! How are you, sweetie? How come you’re here?”

“Hey, grandma.” I entered the room as well. “I’m on babysitter duty today.”

“No! You’re not my babysitter!” Nari retorted quickly, and I realised I said the wrong thing.

“Yes, of course not. Sorry, Nari.” I smiled gently, and she dropped it.

“I’m so happy to have some company today! Didn’t think you’d be coming!” Grandma talked with venom in her voice.

“As if I haven’t come yesterday.” I rolled my eyes.

“Nari, make sure you don’t grow up so indifferent of your grandmother!” Grandma said, and Nari started shaking her head.

“No, no way!” She said.

“So, what brings you two here?”

“Granny is sick, so we came to visit her!” Nari clarified.

“Oh, is that so? I’m so sorry to hear that darling. I hope she’ll feel better soon.”

“Me too! And I hope you’ll feel better too, so we can all go play together in the park.”

“That’s so sweet of you. I’d like that very much!”

“Do you want to see my paintings?”

Nari then looked at me expectedly, as I was carrying her drawing pad in my backpack. She asked me to grab it for her before we left the house, but she didn’t bring it up while seeing Mrs. Choi, so I was quite surprised she remembered she had it.

“Of course, let’s see what our little Picasso is painting!” Grandma replied excited, and she looked so much better than yesterday. Maybe she really needed some more company, and Nari’s optimism was contagious.

I pulled out the drawing pad and handed it to Nari, who happily showed grandma all of her recent paintings, some of them which I also haven’t seen before. She explained what all of them meant and what we were seeing and were supposed to see, and by the end of the talk, grandma thanked her for being so kind to spend time with an old lady, and they even hugged goodbye.

“Why didn’t you show your grandmother your paintings too? I bet she would’ve been happy to see them.” I asked Nari. We were now in the taxi, heading back to Minho’s apartment.

“Hmmm…” she contemplated for a bit. “I could’ve. But… I wanted to show them to my other grandma today. That’s why I asked you to take the paintings.”

“To my grandmother? Why?”

“She seemed sad last time, so I painted happy pictures so she can be happy too!”

“Did you know we were going to visit her?” I asked, tilting my head.

“I was going to ask you if we could, so I’m happy we went to her too!”

“Nari, that’s… so sweet of you, baby.” I hugged her, feeling my eyes swell up with tears. She was such a precious child, and so empathetic, always thinking of others.

“Do you think I made her happy, Miss Park?”

“Yes, I’m sure you did. Didn’t you see how much she was smiling?”

“I had a lot of fun with my other grandma.”

“She had a lot of fun with you too.” I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Nari.”

~

After we got home, we watched a movie, and by dinner time, Nari helped me make some pesto pasta with chicken. Just as we were getting seated, the front door opened, and Nari jumped from her chair and ran towards it.

“Daddy!” She screamed. I got up as well to go to the door.

“Princess! Had fun today?”

“Yes. We had a loooot of fun! We painted together, and I saw 101 Dalmatians with Miss Park! And we cooked! Two times!”

“It smells really good. Hey.” Minho acknowledged me with a short nod.

“Hello. Welcome back. Do you want some?” I asked. “We were just starting to eat.”

“That would be amazing.” He smiled. “I’m gonna go wash my hands and join you.”

~

“So, tell me more about 101 Dalmatians.” Minho asked Nari who was munching on the pasta happily.

“They wer leeaaalllyyy cuuute nd-”

“Nari, not with your mouth full, please.” I reminded her, and she quickly swallowed her food.

“I’m sorry, Miss Park. I wanted to say that they were really cute, and I want a dog too!”

“Oh no.” Minho chuckled.

“Pleaaaseeeeee!! Pleaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Minho seemed to fight a battle inside his head. On one hand, he surely wanted to please Nari and give her everything she wanted, but on the other, he probably didn’t want to get a dog, especially with how much time he was spending away from home.

“Nari, I…” He started, but she kept pleading, moment when his eyes found mine and it was like he was saying You did this, now please save me.

“Nari, animals aren’t toys.” I shook my head in disapproval. “They are not something you can get on a whim just because you see a film. They have feelings just like us, and they have so many needs. They have to go to the bathroom outside, at least three times per day, you have to feed them, give them water… Would you give up on your art classes to take care of a dog? What would happen if you and daddy weren’t home? Wouldn’t the dog be lonely?”

“But… they are cute.”

“They really are, right? Look, daddy can take you to a dog café so you can play with dogs while eating cake, wouldn’t that be so much fun?”

“Yes!!! I want it! Can we go tomorrow?” She looked at Minho, who nodded, happy that he was out of trouble, for now at least.

“Okay, so what else did you do? Did you see grandma today?”

“Yes! We went to the hospital, and I showed my other grandma my paintings, and she was really happy!” Nari replied innocently, continuing to eat.

“Your other grandma…?” Minho tilted his head confused, then looked at me for more clarifications. However, before I had the time to swallow the food in my mouth and reply, Nari started speaking again.

“Yes! She told me she loves how I painted, and she hopes I visit her again!”

“She means my grandmother.” I quickly explained, and Minho nodded.

“That sounds like so much fun.” Minho smiled, and we continued chatting for a while, hearing Nari talk about her day and how sad she was that it was ending.

It was quite the contrast from this morning, when she started crying seeing her dad go to work. I continued watching the father daughter duo with a smile plastered on my face and my heart warm.

They must love each other a lot.

~

After eating, Minho went to put Nari to bed while I cleaned up the kitchen.

“Hey…” He came in just as I was finishing up. “Thank you for taking care of Nari today. You helped me out a lot.”

“No problem.” I waved my hand around. “We had a lot of fun, and Nari is a good kid. You raised her well.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled.

“Really. I almost started crying when she told me she brought the drawings to the hospital because she wanted to cheer my grandmother up.” Saying it out loud, a few tears made their way in my eyes again, and I rubbed my eyes and chuckled. “Sorry.”

Minho watched me and smiled, without saying anything.

“So… I should probably be getting home. It’s getting late again.” I concluded after a few seconds of eye contact. I didn’t want to outstay my welcome like last time, and it was a reasonable hour to go home.

“Oh, are you going back already?” He replied somewhat dejected.

“Already?” I chuckled this time. “I’ve been here for… over 9 hours?”

“Won’t you… stay? For a glass of wine, at least? I got this bottle-” He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a bottle of wine, taking me by surprise. “I thought you might be in need of some adult conversations.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be wrong about that.” I chuckled. “I did have some adult conversations today, though. I met your mother.”

“Was she nice to you?” He chuckled.

“She was.” Almost as nice as you. I wanted to say, but maybe flirting with Nari’s dad at 9 PM wasn’t the best idea in the world.

“Jieun, scratch that. It was just an excuse. I am in need of some good company, so please stay.”

“But still… wine? You must’ve noticed last time that I’m kind of a mess when I drink.” I tried to refuse once again, but Minho’s reply cut my air supply off.

“You’re a pretty mess, though.”

Not flirting with Nari’s dad is out the window, apparently.

Why is HE flirting with me???

I stood silent for a few seconds, my face flushing as red as the wine in the bottle, and after thinking it out, or rather- NOT thinking it out, I nodded sheepishly.

He smiled satisfied and took out two wine glasses, then made his way to the living room, and I just followed him, like the submissive cunt I am.

“Agh, finally being home feels good.” He plopped down on the couch, placing the wine glasses on the table and opening the bottle, and I sat down next to him while the red liquid flowed in them.

“Wish I could say the same, but someone convinced me to stay for a glass of wine.”

“Just one glass?” Minho chuckled and shook his head. “No way, Jieun. I got 3 bottles for us.”

“Point still stands.” I shrugged and tried not to think about it.

But still, he said ‘for us’. Fuck. My heart was going crazy.

“You just gotta make yourself home here. Isn’t it cozy?” Minho replied nonchalantly, as if he just gave me the most logical solution in the world.

“Are you this cheeky all the time or did the alcohol already go to your head?”

“No, I need a few more glasses for that. I was just stating a fact there.”

“Yeah, I already conquered the kitchen, which I’m pretty sure has never been used before.”

“Oh, but it has. We have a personal chef during the week.”

What?

I must’ve made a weird face, for Minho started chuckling.

“Have I never told you?”

“No, why would you?” I asked, and it was true. There was no reason for me to know this information.

I was still spiralling though.

A personal chef?

“I obviously can’t cook, and I didn’t want to burden my mom with that, so I hired someone. Easy peasy.” He shrugged.

Easy peasy?

This was certainly not normal for a regular family, so how was he so nonchalant about it?

How much money did Minho have, exactly, to be able to afford this luxury?

“That’s pretty cool. I wish I could have one.”

“Why? You’re an amazing cook. I love your food.”

“Thanks.” I grinned, feeling like the Cheshire cat.

“How did you learn how to cook?”

“Hmm.” I united my lips in a thin line, waiting for Minho to fill up my second glass. Then, I took a few sips, and talked. “After my parents died and my grandma took me in, I was home alone a lot…”

“Sorry. I didn’t know about your parents…”

“I never mentioned it.” I smiled.

“What happened?”

“They had a car accident on their way back from work… I was younger than Nari when that happened.” I replied and downed my second glass.

Was it the wine that was making me feel so vulnerable and be… so honest?

Minho, of course, kept up with my pace and drank as well, so we were already starting up our second bottle.

“I’m really, really sorry.” His hand found mine resting on my knee, and he squeezed it hard, before resuming his initial position.

His hand felt nice. Warm. Comforting.

I wished he would’ve let it stay on top on mine instead of taking it away.

Huh?

“That’s… it’s been a long time since then.”

“Still. For me it’s been 8 years since I lost Ellie, and some days are still hard…”

“Ellie… she had a pretty name.” I smiled.

“She was… a really amazing woman.”

“She left Nari for you, though. I think that’s beautiful.”

“I don’t know… I mean, don’t get me wrong. Nari is my whole world, and being her father is the best thing that’s ever happened to me… I just wish it didn’t come at a price, you know?”

“Minho… I don’t know if… it’s appropriate for me to say this… but… I hope you know it’s not your fault things turned out this way, right?”

“How can it not be? If I didn’t want Nari, she would’ve still been-”

I didn’t want to let him finish this painful sentence, so I cut him off, throwing my body against him and hugging those negative feelings away.

I didn’t want him to blame himself.

“You know, Minho…?” I started, still hugging him tightly. He didn’t push me away, so that was a good start. “When my parents died, they were rushing to get home because it was my birthday, and I cried on the phone and told them to hurry up. They did, and they slipped on the road, my dad lost control of the car and they ended up colliding with a tree trunk.”

“Jieun…”

“My father would’ve never driven so fast on slippery roads, but because I asked them to come home faster…” I hesitated a bit, feeling myself start crying. “Was it my fault, Minho…?”

Truth is, I’ve also blamed myself, but it was not fair to us to put the blame on ourselves, just because life happened the way it did. Life was a bitch, and sometimes she liked fucking with our heads way too much. I didn’t want Minho to blame himself too, for I knew that feeling all too well, and it was agonizing.

“Of course it wasn’t your fault. You were just a kid. How could it ever be your fault?”

“So why is it yours, hm?” I pulled away from the hug and looked straight in his eyes. “Why is it your fault that your wife died giving birth to your child? Were you wrong to want a baby? Is that such a crime, deserving of you blaming yourself for the rest of your life?”

It was harsh, but the truth could be harsh and painful, and he needed to hear that.

He looked at me dumbfounded and opened his mouth a few times to say something. However, no words would come out. Instead, a single tear rolled down his right cheek. I grabbed my sleeve and pulled it higher on my palm, then wiped it off.

“We are not guilty of anything, Minho, so why do we hurt ourselves like that?”

~Minho’s POV~

I didn’t know what to say. She was right, and even if my friends told me so many times it was not my fault, convincing me that Ellie also fell in love with the idea of being pregnant and ended up wanting the pregnancy, I could never get rid of that feeling of self-loathing in my chest for making her do the one thing that ultimately led to her losing her life…

… until now.

Hearing Jieun’s words was like a slap across the face. My emotions were all over the place, but somehow a weight got lifted off my heart. My chest was lighter, my mind clearer, and I finally understood what my friends told me all these years.

I finally got it.

“Jieun… thank you for saying that. Truly.” I responded after a while. She was so patient with me. She didn’t try to fill the silence at all. She let me process everything in peace, silently sipping from her wine, throwing a glance at me once in a while and wiping away with her sleeve any stray tear running down my cheeks.

“Mhm.” She nodded, acknowledging me.

“I…”

“You should spend more time with Nari once you’re less busy with work.” She cut me off. “She cried today, after you left.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“I will. The album I’m working on will be ready in about 2 weeks from now, so…”

“That’s good. And don’t forget to take her to the dog café tomorrow.”

“I won’t.” I chuckled. She was pretty cute trying to take care of mine and Nari’s relationship. “Thank you for looking after Nari so well.”

“She’s my favourite.” She whispered.

“I think you’re her favourite too.” I chuckled again. “She likes you more than she likes me, probably.”

“No, she doesn’t. You’re still her dad.” She laughed in response. “So, just two weeks and I’ll no longer babysit?”

“Exactly. Just two weeks. Wait, are you saying you’ll take care of her next week as well?!” I asked, surprised.

“Of course. Who else? Since I’m her favourite and all.” Jieun chuckled and finished up another glass of wine. We were already getting started on the third bottle, and I felt myself get a bit tipsy. Her laugh was intoxicating, and so pleasant to hear.

I must’ve caught courage after kissing Flame, because otherwise I would’ve never done this, I would’ve never been this bold. 

Without thinking, I muttered “You’re my favourite too.” And I grabbed her hand, leaning over her and ending up on top of her on the couch.

“Minho…” she said softly, and she was so beautiful under me. Her cheeks and lips were as red as the wine we’ve been drinking, and fuck, seeing her caged like that under me made my dick throb in my pants uncontrollably. I wanted her so badly.

Her hands touched my hands as she made way for my body between her legs, and she looked at me expectedly, her eyes trailing from mine to my lips.

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

Without missing a beat, Jieun raised her head and captured my lips in a fevered kiss, and I lost all control, kissing her back. We kissed for a while like that, my body feeling way too comfortable on top of hers.

“Baby…” I whispered.

“Fuck, Minho, why does it feel like we’ve kissed a million times before? Fuck…” She spoke between hurried breaths. The curse words felt sweet on her lips, and she was right.

The thought that she was Flame crossed my mind again, and I wanted to ask her, but…

I was too much of a coward, and I didn’t want her to know about Flame, in case I was wrong.

That was so selfish of me, but I wanted Jieun so, so badly, and I didn’t want to ruin whatever was going to happen between us.

I moved to her neck and the way she whimpered was once again way too familiar.

“Fuck…” she cursed again, leaning her head back and giving me more access to kiss and bite her neck as I pleased.

My left hand moved around her waist, and her form seemed familiar, too.

Am I going crazy?

I separated myself from her and looked straight in her eyes, and they were full of desire. Did they just reflect mine?

Just as I moved my mouth back on hers, Nari’s quiet sobs came from down the hall, and both of us froze. Jieun and I just looked panicked at each other for a few seconds, before I moved away from her and we sat upright on the sofa, waiting for Nari to inevitably reach the living room.

“Daddy…” She sobbed softly. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh, princess. Let’s go back to sleep, hm?” I stood up from the sofa and went to Nari’s room to help her fall back asleep.

After comforting her for a while, I exited her room and saw Jieun at the front door, dressed and ready to go.

“Where are you going?” I asked, confused.

“Minho… it’s really late… Thank you for the wine, and… I’ll see you on Monday when you drop Nari off to school, hm?” She smiled, but the look on her face was almost… guilty.

“It’s late, yes. So just stay here.” I reached to her hand to grab it, but she pulled it back.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go…”

“Okay…” I didn’t push it any further, not wanting to make her uncomfortable in any way. “Let me order a cab for you, hm?”

“Sure…” She looked away and hugged herself.

“Just so you know… I’m not regretting anything that happened tonight…” I felt the need to add, and she sighed.

“Me neither. It’s just… I think we are moving a bit too fast, and we really should think of Nari first…”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Jieun. Can I see you downstairs?”

“You should stay here. What if she wakes up again?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Thank you again for today, and… I’ll see you Monday morning?”

“Of course. Good night, Minho.”

With that, she left, and I felt a pang of longing in my chest, since all I could do was watch her go.

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Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

[milo-is-rambling]

I see my fathers corpse when I close my eyes. Words I never thought would leave my mouth are now exiting. I am begging to some higher power I do not believe in to make this all stop. I am holding the knife to my chest to my hips to my throat. I do not split the skin. I stare at old scars, I tug at my scalp. I pick my cuticles until I cannot move without breaking fresh skin. Days pass faster and slower than ever before. My mother is doing better with her husbands death than I am doing with my fathers. I didn’t even like him when he was alive. He is burning a hole into my chest. This large ache I cannot fill. I need to find another angry horrible man to fit into this space. I fear I am taking the role myself. I am bitter I am lost I am cursing the gods I am driving myself off the bridge I am screaming until my throat is raw I am smiling telling my mother what to wear on her date and when she leaves I collapse in on myself like a dying star. I am sucking everything into my darkness and calling it love, calling it rebirth, calling it redemption. I am struggling and wearing it as a badge of honor. After you have survived a suicide attempt you can see yourself as a god among men. I cannot hold a job or someone’s hand. But I am alive. I am still breathing and that in itself is my religion. I cannot get myself to cry even if I wanted to but the second I open my mouth and speak of him i feel an itch at the back of my throat my chin is wiggling I am holding back the tears as they threaten to pour over. I am all anger and sadness. We used to say my father only had one emotion and it was anger I am his little girl I am his disappointment I was nothing and he loved me despite despite despite. He never liked my brother after he went to college I feared that if I ever went away and came back he would hate me too. I never left. Dropped out of high school and spent most days talking to him. I saw through this emotional mask. I sat in the back of the car last January while my parents smoked and talked. My father talked about his father. My mother reminded him that we are no longer children. I sat in silence. I felt I could’ve been strapped into a car seat, pitifully small. My mother passed me the joint as my father tears up. She didn’t notice. He put all this effort into being likeable when we were young and once we formed our own personalities and weren’t parroting him he decided he didn’t care anymore.

Am I the same way? Am I growing away from my friends or are they no longer playing into my ego and I’m just as miserable as my father. I need to catch my breath. I need to remind myself what is real. I need to forget where we keep the knives. I need to forget where he kept the knives. I need to forget that he held the knife out to me and was proud when I took it in my hand. He wanted me to be angry. He trained me like a fucking dog. Every peer a competition every teacher a source of praise every stranger a friend every family member an enemy. His go to advice was “beat them up” I carried it with me through high school. I carried this violence in my chest that my parents did not know what to do with. My brother and I threatened each other like it was a sport. I always got the last word. Shocked silence at the dinner table. Storming away. Slamming doors. I was the violent presence in my house it was never my father he passed the torch when I was so young that I forgot if it even burned me. I still have the scars to prove that it did. All this violence. Getting scolded when I projected and so I put it all inside. I hacked away at my skin in the dark. Those were the quiet years. Family dinners. Long silences. Friends lost touch. Strangers calling me wonderful things. Strangers years older than me. Men with the same anger in their hearts as me. As my father. Men who talked about fights they got into and how sexy my voice was. I was twelve. I felt wanted for the first time in my whole life. My parents found the messages. Didn’t look me in the eye for two years. I knew what they thought of me. Dirty foul slut who was asking for it. And I was in a way. Asking for power asking for praise asking for anyone to be more broken than me. Is this the price of girlhood? Am I meant to be full of rage? I am still that child watching my mother read through my phone in horror. Listening to her cry through the walls. She asks what she did wrong she asks what she ever did to make me do something like this. The anger in me was something that spread like a disease. My first real girlfriend once got so mad that she smashed her phone with a brick. I had this sick joy in my chest knowing there was someone like me. Is it really sickness when there’s two of us? Partners in crime is still just two criminals. We tore each other apart and left no identifiable evidence. My mother tells me years later that my first girlfriend was crazy. I tell her about the way I treated her. The way I drove her to behave that way. The way I didn’t know what I was doing and so I tore her apart with my teeth. I still have scars on me from the guilt. I use it as an excuse to ignore the way I treated her. I hurt myself because she hurt me. Well who threatened who? Who said they were going to kill themselves because of the way you treated them? Because you were leaving them? I remember my shaky hands calling her mother and telling her to call out of work that night because I was afraid she would do something horrible. That guilt follows me everywhere. Being angry feels like getting in touch with who I was then. Who I hurt and how I hurt myself.

I grew up and lost more friends. Grew more and thought I finally had it figured out. Lost friends again. Each loss felt like a blow to the chest. I wanted so badly to be mad at them. Be mad at anyone but myself. I know I am to blame for the way others react to me. I do not hurt myself but I am constantly thinking about it. Some days I shower just a bit too hot and think about your touch. Some days it’s enough just to think of him. Some days I have to hold the knife in my hands and put it back down again to truly hurt myself. It hurts more to deny myself the blood than it ever did to create these scars. When I hold the knife I am brought back to when it all started. Scale in the bathroom with a notebook beneath it. Weight listings. Up then down then up and up and up again. Couldn’t get it to go back down. The word fat carved into my thigh. It’s mostly faded now but when I hear your knock on the door it all comes rushing back to me. Don’t notice don’t notice don’t notice. Ignore the blood. Ignore the tears. Ignore the way I am shivering under your touch. I deserve this. My mother sits me down at the dining room table. She washes my sliced up arm with alcohol and apologizes for the sting. She wraps me with a long bandage and tells me that just because I cut myself doesn’t mean that I don’t have to do my math homework. I had never wanted to die as badly as I did then. Thirteen and sobbing onto a placemat from dollar tree, better than my tears staining the wood table. My father never got mad at me for being depressed like my mother did. I know somewhere in him the same sadness resided. He may not have cut himself but he found other ways to hurt. He has tried every drug he could get his hands on. He’d pick every fight that wasn’t his to win and haggle until everyone in his life was miserable. It’s a wonder my mom never left him. It’s a wonder she hasn’t left me. When i close my eyes I see my fathers corpse. My greatest loss. My greatest disappointment. Forever wondering what could have been. I wonder if when my mother closes her eyes she sees me instead. Sees me as a young kid with bleeding wrists or as a disgusting slut calling men twenty years older than me Daddy online just for a chance at affection. I wonder what about me disappoints her the most. I still imagine myself dying before her. I do not know what I would do with myself if I had no parents left to disappoint. The knife so close at all times just begging to see the blood. The car full of gas and waiting to be at the bottom of the lake. Maybe I have a problem. Maybe I always have. Maybe it’s hereditary. Maybe it’s all me. Maybe it’s always been me. Maybe the knife is the only family heirloom I have left.

[littlcfreaks]

how two men that had only ever considered themselves lost had found stability in each other, lucian wasn't sure. the only thing he was sure of was that he had fallen deeply in love with cruz. flashbacks of the night in his car, cruz crying, flashed through his head again and was struck with a realization - he had fallen in love then. he had fallen in love with cruz's honesty, with how raw his emotions were. lucian was someone who could only let him emotions out in a few ways - anger and sex being the main ones. cruz, without even trying, opened him up to a new way, a softer way. never in a million years would he have guessed that he was capable of the kind of romance that had the people around him questioning where the man they had once known had gone to. soulmate was never a word that lucian thought about - it wasn't even that he thought they weren't real, it just wasn't something he thought about. but he wasn't sure how else to describe cruz most of the time - it felt like their bond ran so much deeper than dating that it didn't seem like the appropriate way to describe their connection. not when from the first time cruz had touched him, he had been left craving more, not when he could never be satisfied without cruz. not when cruz made life worth living.

lucian's relationship with sex had never been a positive one - he had consistently been the one using people. he never let himself get attached, only chased people long enough to satisfy himself, rarely with a concern for the other person. but everything was different with cruz - instead, lucian couldn't take his eyes off of cruz, never wanted anything more than to make cruz fall apart in his hands, to create a space that was safe for the both of them. knowing now that he could have had this left him full of regrets on one hand and on the other, grateful that he had waited for cruz. to be able to experience a laundry lists of first with cruz had been otherworldly; so much so that there was no way it could have been the same with someone else. cruz's eyes filled with lust almost sent him over the edge - embarrassingly early and even if he was able to hold his composure by letting his eyes squeeze shut, he couldn't stop the low groan that falls from his lips as cruz pulls his mouth from him to catch his breath, his fingers losing the grip they had on his hair slightly, tugging as they fall back to his sides. he wasn't sure if the break was a second or a few minutes, time moving in slow motion while seemingly speeding past him at the same time as he watched cruz on his knees, chest still bare from waking up, lips swollen from being wrapped around lucian's length. so enamored by the sight before him, it barely registers when cruz is dipping back forward until lucian's hips are pressing forward with a moan, "fuck, cru-," his head tilts back, knees giving in slightly underneath the touches. it wasn't enough though - as much as he loved having cruz on his knees, it wasn't enough. hands rest securely on cruz's shoulders, pulling him up, "get up here." pulling him into a kiss immediately, his tongue greedily taking residence in cruz's mouth, hands raking over his skin. a soft groan is muffled by the kiss, teeth nipping on his bottom lip as he breaks it, "as much as i love that pretty mouth," him thumb brushes over where he bit - a gentle, soothing touch, "i think i need more."

lost was perhaps the only word fitting of the person cruz was before lucian — aimless, with no real sense of direction. some could say he spent his life standing still, letting anything with the potential to be good pass him by in a sleep-like haze. this thing between them had only meant to be a casual fling, but if cruz were being honest it had never really felt that way for him. the first time they kissed he was hooked on lucian's lips. from the very first touch, he was putty in the other males hands. in fact, the very first time his eyes had landed on lucian mid-fight at some party he was never even supposed to be at, it felt like something in his mind clicked. his heart recognizing someone he'd never even met before. it had been a strange occurrence, but the gravitational pull he'd felt ever since showed no signs of going away. his sense of direction was still slightly askew, but for the first time in his life it felt like he was actually headed somewhere. the desire he felt for lucian was unparalleled. sex had once been a tool cruz used to make himself feel worthy, wanted, only for him to feel numb and worse about himself in the aftermath; fleeing from every bed he woke in to never seek the person out again. because it never felt like their interest was in him, only what he could do for them. he'd spent a good portion of his adult life allowing himself to be used, but it wasn't like that now. lucian seemed to long for him, to care for him so deeply sometimes cruz couldn't fathom it. even in the moments where they got carried away, were a little rough with one another, there was still an underlying delicateness between them. every word, every unfiltered sound that spilled from the other males mouth only heightened his own arousal. lustful eyes soon began to gloss over, lucian's tip repeatedly meeting the back of his throat as cruz took in as much of him as he could manage, unable to stop himself from gagging softly at the increase of pace. fingers dug into lucian's thighs harder than intended, cheeks hollowed, head following his lead as he let him take full control. the praise he was being given only spurred him on further, a hum of acknowledgment as he lapped it up. cruz was so eager to please, to pleasure. to make lucian feel like he was on top of the world. more than anything else, he trusted him to lose some of his composure. a few more thrusts and eventually he pulled back for air, gasping as his lips stayed parted, plump and wet and still lingering with the taste of the man he loved. his pause was brief, a few seconds at best, before he went right back to it. head bopping up and down as his hand moved in sync. he didn't think he could ever get enough of this. was determined to watch the other male come completely undone before him, be at his mercy for once.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Bonus: Birthday Sex.

Fandom: Chucky { Curse of chucky and on }

Character: Andy Barclay

Warnings: oral{ f receiving }, sex { against the table }

A/n: Making the reader know him since Military school but didn’t do anything since they thought he had a thing for that other girl.

This one is kinda long because my boy Andy needs love and self indulgent since today is my birthday or will be when I release it.

Andy Barclay, possibly the sweetest man you’ve known always liked to go all out for your birthday. The man seeming to makes up for lost time ever since you parted ways as teenagers.

Your just ignoring the fact that he was wrongfully arrested though you were happy you kept in touch with his sister. Though you were in your twenties when you met him again and it did not take long for you two spark up a relationship that quickly formed into you becoming engaged to the man. His mother, step father and foster sister couldn’t have been happier for the man finally finding some happiness after the years of hell he went through and you fully intended on giving Andy the life he deserved.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!”

A laugh escaped your lips seeing Andy’s face covered in flour and in his hands was a tray of pancakes. “Andy, you didn’t have to do this you know.”

Placing the tray next to the bedside table the man gave you a gentle kiss. “Nonsense….it’s your birthday…how can o not spoil you.” He stated sitting down though dipping your finger in the syrup you glanced over him, something else taking over your mind. “Hmm while I’d love to have these. Their is something else that I want.” You confessed pushing the blankets away.

Grinning you shifted onto the man’s lap pushing him down on the bed. “You.” Nuzzling your nose against his you then captured his lips for another kiss. His hands already gliding under the over shirt you wore, his shirt as you slowly rolled your hips into his lap, the man groaning against your lips.

Breaking the kiss, Andy then placed a kiss on the nape of your neck. “If you wanted sex you should at least let me take care of you first.”

Grabbing a hold of your hips, the man flipped your bodies so you were laying on the bed. Your fingers clutching the silk sheets as you felt Andy push your shirt up, his lips kissing the exposed skin. You felt his lips trail down your stomach to the hem of your pajama pants, you could feel the man smirking against your thigh as he tugged the bottoms and your panties down. “Already wet and I haven't even done anything yet.”

“Andy.” A whine escaped your lips as you quickly hid your face into your pillow, your hips arching off the bed once you felt his tongue suck your clit. You cried out his name when he finally pushed his fingers in your warmth. You begged him to pick up the pace, begged him to let you reach your peak but right now he was going to take his time. He was going to enjoy this, was doing to make you enjoy this. This day was all about you and Andy wanted you to remember it.

It was not long as you felt the tightness in your stomach, your walls clenching around your boyfriends tongue as he continued to eat you out, then soon you were screaming his names. Your voice raw as your hands clutched the sheets tightly in your finger tips. Andy pinning your hips down, his mouth not letting up until your body stopped shaking. Peaking up from your thighs the man gave you a pleased grin, his face covered with your juice's. “Happy birthday beautiful.”

Licking his lips he did not expect to get yanked, he did his best not to fall on top of you. “I want you to fuck me Andy…but not here…I want you to fuck me where you fuck up that prick. I want him to know.” You whispered against his ear, he shuddered feeling your lips against his skin.

“R-right I can do that.”

Grabbing your hand he tugged you towards a small room. Taking a deep breath, he was happy the pajama pants he wore weren’t tight. God he couldn’t not imagine if they were, he would probably bust in his boxers.

Leaning against the table you gave the man a innocent smile, your pussy was still slick with the juices from when he ate you out. “Well, are you going to fuck me or should I have to take care of it myself.”

Shuddering, Andy stepped close to you as he lowered his boxers. Grasping his dick the man gave it a few strokes then slowly pushed into your folds. A groan escaped your lips as he started to thrust though it did not take long for the man to pick up the pace. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed into you.

Your hands clutching the table tightly a cry leaving your lips, you would have been embarrassed of the cry’s leaving your lips if it didn’t feel so good.. “god Andy! Harder.” Your nails digging into the wooden table. You cod feel your juices coating your thighs, his cock as the man above continues his relentless thrusting.

You knew your legs would have given out if he wasn’t holding you, your breasts pressed into the table as another cry tore from your throat, saliva escaping your lips as you felt Andy pinch your clit then soon you were seeing stars as he man clutched your hips to stop you from spasming. Your walls clenching around his cock as he finally released in you, he groaned deeply in your back as he felt you milk him for all he was worth.

Both panting, Andy placed a kiss to your head as she slowly removed his softened dick from your swollen pussy, his cum along with yours dripping onto the floor. Lifting you up, a laugh escaped you lips as you kissed him gently. Andy carrying you off to the bathroom so you could relax.

“Happy birthday y/n…I love you.”

“I love you too Andy.”

[dorimena]

Yea request are open! I’ve been thinking about it lately from another fic but would Hawks be able to get off from his own feathers being used on him like a vibrator? Maybe not just on the outside of him but also the inside if possible or would the feathers break? Really I just want the bird man to get overstimulated but I didn’t know if you’re okay with writing for him so just ignore this if you don’t

Hey! Nice to see you slide into the confessional again! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Hope you don't mind that this is going to be Hawks' debut into the covent for the thirsty people ready to confess their deepest desires on what to do with this man-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Takami Keigo - Hawks

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 855

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; gender neutral reader, sex toys (vibrator, dildo, fleshlight), but the mentioned toys are somehow made from his feathers, implied orgasm denial, masturbation, caught, mentioned choking, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; silly monologue, Keigo wondering how he didn’t know he could do this sooner, reader wondering why Keigo didn’t know

𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘

It was probably something he didn’t even know was possible until he made it become possible.

As far as Keigo knew, his feathers were either to be weapons, an aid, a shield, even a tracking device, kinda. But he never thought he could use them for his own selfish pleasure.

You’ve been neglecting him for weeks now, always running off and around because of work. It has him tempted to try convincing you, for the hundredth time, to quit your shitty job and work with him in his agency, but you always told him that this job is your dream job. So he’ll just respect that, but he won’t ever respect your boss or coworkers for using you like some slave to the industry.

Okay, maybe he’s just giving himself an unnecessary backstory to justify how the fuck he managed to get his feathers, the ones he grew up with for most part of his life, to fucking vibrate against his dick.

Vibrate. How do feathers even vibrate?

Well, how could feathers become lethal weapons is another question to answer another time.

But holy-

“Fuck! Fuck, that feels good.”

Keigo can’t help but groan, and if a little cute whimper followed, he ignored it. He doesn’t want to accept he’s already close to cumming, less beginning to already lose his cool.

Not like it mattered, considering you would always figure out new ways to make him lose his cool, his tranquility, his collectiveness, his ‘she-calls-me-daddy-too’ persona.

God, what would you fucking do to him if you found out his feathers are transportable, automatic, intensity level 7 vibrators?

He jerks his hips away from his 3 feathers, breathing heavily as he watches how they move, how they shake, how the tip of each feather was covered in his own precum. Ew, no wonder he keeps feeling something sticky cooling on his cheek, and here he thought he was beginning to cry-

Wait, nevermind, his hand can very much confirm he might’ve shed a tear.

Wiping away the droplets of water, whether it be other tears or simply his sweat, Keigo ponders over his next question: could he fuck himself with these newly discovered vibrators?

Great, now he feels weird.

Not because of his question but because of how… Well, his feathers still feel soft, even if having them in a certain abundance and covered with a condom. His makeshift vibrating dildo made by his dearest and loveable feathers keeps prodding at his already prepared hole (thanks to one of your buttplugs.)

Which reminds him: will you be coming home soon? Not so much because of the sheer embarrassment of having to clean your buttplug instead of one of his, but more so to maybe see your raw reaction about this scenario-

“SHIT- FUCK!”

Okay, maybe he should’ve also, like, paid attention to the fact his feathery dildo (ugh, come on, Keigo, name it something else) had been trying to enter him for the past few minutes. But instead of some slow, gentle, sensual insertion, he decided to fuck himself as hard as you usually thrust inside of him.

Just how much did he miss you?

“S-so much! Too much- Miss you~” He whispers to absolutely no one but his feathers and pillows under him, cheek planted on one of the plush, soft materials as he prepares himself for-

“Hnngh!”

That pornographic whimper once he activated the vibration mode.

And when you finally came home, instead of a clingy, pouty, loving boyfriend greeting you at the door and helping you with your stuff, you’re lead by the invisible string to your bedroom, eyes widening in amazement at the sheer impossible yet fucking sexy scene before you:

Keigo, in his trembling, toe curling, back arching and chest puffing position, thrusting into the makeshift fleshlight from his vibrating feathers-

Huh!?

You quickly cover your mouth, hoping that your choked gasp of disbelief drowned in his equally choked gasping and moaning.

Oh, he’s choking himself.

Let’s assess the man who the public admire as their #2 prohero and how he’s never, ever mentioned how his feathers could vibrate.

Again, you’ve walked into him trembling while he’s fucking a fleshlight and being fucked by a dildo made by his own feathers that, for some reason unknown, are imitating the sound and movement of the 7th setting on his wand vibrator.

You don’t really get much time to actually find the reasons and name facts to explain this erotic scene before Keigo’s grabbing one of the pillows and smothering his face with it, drowning out his screams and growls of being overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm his body catapaulted into, especially with how, prior to your arrival, he had been trying to convince himself that denying his orgasm for possibly the 10th time in barely under an hour was going to do more harm than good to him and his sanity.

[shorkbrian]

That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

[msmarvelwrites]

For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter. 

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills. 

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over. 

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else. 

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried. 

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face. 

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for. 

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either. 

You could, however, blame yourself. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand. 

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!” 

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you. 

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background. 

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at- 

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you. 

“Y/n?” 

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before. 

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off,  “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.” 

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Here we go again, huh?”  You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose. 

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold. 

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in. 

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.” 

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity. 

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked. 

You just fit. 

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought. 

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?” 

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts. 

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say. 

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did. 

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver. 

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it. 

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience. 

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him. 

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil. 

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open. 

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat. 

“You didn't even call…” 

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did… 

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt. 

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his. 

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm. 

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.” 

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!” 

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car.  “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes. 

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze. 

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. 

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough. 

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on. 

“Well, if you had just called me—” 

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt. 

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before. 

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he. 

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine. 

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips. 

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more. 

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped. 

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him. 

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.” 

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers. 

“Do you still love me like you did?”  He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice. 

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat. 

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you. 

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt. 

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix. 

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.  

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure. 

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core. 

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!” 

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck. 

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant. 

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

 “Doll, that was-” 

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?” 

[duskamethyst]

deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth. 

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to. 

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50. 

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead? 

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself. 

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day. 

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him. 

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.  

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead. 

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.” 

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone. 

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face. 

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you. 

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away. 

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too. 

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet. 

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls. 

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious. 

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion. 

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you. 

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture– 

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.” 

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop. 

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face. 

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum. 

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate. 

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth. 

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair. 

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues,  “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?” 

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist. 

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication. 

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath. 

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. 

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him. 

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–” 

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time. 

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal.  “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.” 

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full. 

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning. 

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time. 

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself  before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed. 

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you. 

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.” 

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock. 

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you. 

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt. 

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high. 

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly. 

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked. 

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not. 

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all. 

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak. 

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.” 

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips. 

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. 

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart. 

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully. 

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face. 

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation. 

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes. 

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.” 

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too. 

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time. 

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2