#if you think pussy means female you are going no where near mine

[comfycozycrossfox]

on the subject of tranny doctor problems the first doctor to mention a gynecologist to me will have their last word be the word gynecologist because i will kill them at such speeds

bruh how tf am i supposed to leave a bra on for my EKG i don’t fuckin wear those

and binders cover the area they have to reach there . like looking at photos of people in bras getting ekgs like it looks like it just wouldn’t work

im fr just gonna have to be like “yeah you gotta give me something to cover up here i’m not gonna be TITS OUT”

[chlorinecake]

𓂃 watercolor eyes | park wonbin oneshot

⚡︎ pairing: Stoner!Wonbin x Female!Reader | ⚡︎ word count: 7.8k | ⚡︎ genre: mutual pining, college au, smut (⚠︎) | ⚡︎ contains: awkward relationships, an original character + sungchan and shotaro, swearing, drug use/distribution, angst (?), mild dacryphilia, sexual tension mixed with fluff, kissing, unprotected sex while buzzed, heavy petting, oral (m. r)

ON TOP OF countless other obligations in your life, upcoming exams were kicking your anxiety's ass with the biggest fucking boots imaginable.

All you wanted was to take the edge off, and at this point, you didn’t care what it’d take to do that.

Introducing Exhibit A: Your closest friend and roommate, Roxanne, who so conveniently happened to be a junkie.

You brought up your need for a “quick fix” (so to speak) while studying in your dorm together one afternoon. Though, she offered to get you some help from another friend of hers who you’d never met before.

“Wait, you want me to go with you?” You asked in confusion, already prepared to reject Roxanne’s proposal at the idea of personally consulting her drug dealer.

“Yes, you're coming with me… What do you think this is, Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

“No, but… I-"

“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out, ____,” she chuckled, turning the steering wheel as she trailed down a shadowy lane.

“No, I… I want this… I need this even, it’s just that…I don’t really know what to expect…”

“Then don’t expect anything,” she answered, giving you an encouraging smile that came off as more condescending, “Expectations are for pussies anyways.”

“Roxanne, I’ve never even met this guy before,” you pressed, hoping that she’d maybe let you sit outside in the car instead of actually speaking with him.

“Look, I’m close with my dealer, and as I always say, a friend of mine is a friend of yours.”

Cue your internal sigh of submission.

“Okay,” you said, straightening your posture in your seat with a feigned confidence.

“Uhhhh, are you sure with that ‘okay,’ or is it more like an ‘okay, I have more questions’ type of ‘okay’?”

“No,” you clarified, “it means what I said… I’m okay.”

“Okay,” she nodded, before giving you a brief synopsis about this friend of hers: STEM major, weed connoisseur, and art-hoe with a shy guy undercut.

Doesn’t sound anywhere near as daunting as the drug dealers on TV shows appear to be, right?

She pulled up to one of the apartment complexes a few miles from your university. It was one of the lower quality establishments, with the only oddity being how nice the vehicles parked outside the apartment divisions were, a sleek black motorcycle belonging to none other than the mysterious drug smuggler named Wonbin Park.

“Hey, take off your hood, silly, it’s rude,” Roxanne nudged, locking her car from the keys in her pocket more times than necessary.

“But… what if someone sees us?,” you whispered, walking closely beside her.

“Then I’m glad their eyes are working? Hell, I don’t fucking know what they’d want me to tell ‘em,” she shrugged, walking up to the front door.

“So are you acting like a nonchalant loser on purpose, or is this just your way of trying to calm me down?”

Roxanne laughed hysterically at your words, showcasing the sparkly pink gem decorating her upper canine teeth as she patted you on the back.

“We’re just here for weed, babe. That will help calm you down before I can.”

You had almost missed the part where she knocked as you got lost in your head, the front door suddenly opening and basking you both with a sudden warmth, contrasting with the cold evening weather.

“Roxie?,” asked the male from the doorstep that you fought with every bone in your body to avoid making eye contact with.

“Wonie?” Your friend mocked goofily, walking up to hug the boy briefly before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend.”

“Not at all, my place is always open to you and your girlfriends,” he chirped with forced yet gentle enthusiasm.

“Uhhhh, she’s just a friend, considering how we’ve only slept together while clothed before… but thanks anyway!”

“Any time,” he replied confidently, walking up to the sink that was conveniently in his living room before re-lighting the dead bud of the joint he held gracefully between his plump lips, ashes falling from the tip before he inhaled a thick huff.

Some of the ash fell on his lower abdomen, and you were just now realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on.

Good thing you were used to the smell of pot by now, thanks to Roxanne’s inevitable habit of greening out every Friday night.

“So, what brings you ladies in today? I’d hate to break it to you, but I used my last condom just a few hours ago.”

“Yeah, we’re actually here for a different kind of pipe this time,” Roxanne answered, blinking as if trying to communicate with him to ditch the wild language.

“Oh,” he said, doe eyes widening as his mouth hung a little, his bunny teeth shining right back at you.

Stop staring at his mouth.

Stop staring at his mouth-

“I uh… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” he smiled softly, and of course you noticed because that’s where your eyes were glued the entire time, so distracted that it startled you when he reached to shake your hand.

“I’m Wonbin, but… you can call me anything you like, really.”

“It’s alright,” you returned, finally coming back to the present, “I’m ____.”

His initially confident demeanor stemmed from his assumption that you were more flamboyant like Roxanne, but he made note to be less vulgar until he could tell you warmed up to him.

Until he properly warmed up to you.

“So uh, yeah, do you want the usual, or were you thinking to try something new?” Wonbin asked casually as he leaned on the back of the sofa.

“Hmm,” Roxie hummed in thought, “yeah, my usual’s good. Just lay off the stronger stuff in the mix, though. It’s her first time.”

Something about what she said made Wonbin smile, wide and excited, peeking at you through his shaggy bangs with zero intent of hiding it.

Was he… flirting with you?

“Well, it’s my pleasure to be your first then,” he winked, getting up from the couch and heading to another room on his flat.

“You two kittens just wait here and I’ll be back with your stuff in a minute,” he claimed, which actually ended up being around an 8 minute wait while you and Roxanne went on and on about something you can’t even remember now.

The smile evaporated from Roxanne’s face as Wonbin returned to the living room while reciting the order. “You’ve got two ounces of-”

“I know the recipe, moron. You might scare my friend away if you say it out loud…,” she joked, feigning a pout as she hugged your shoulder, “so how much do you want for it, candy man?”

“It’s on the house this time,” Wonbin said, “so long as you bring me dinner tonight.”

“Fucking fat ass,” she spat, “what’re you craving?”

“Something warm,” he replied almost immediately, “with seasoned meat and a sauce… Maybe some rice, too.”

“Gotcha,” Roxie chirped as she pushed off of her knees to stand up.

Wonbin walked up to hand her the goody bag with such politeness, almost in the way that a child would give something to his big sister.

“Cool. I like eating around 7 o’clock, so you know when and where to find me.”

“Yes, through your stomach and all the way up to your greedy little heart.”

“Mhm,” he said with a satisfied hum, taking Roxanne’s spot on the couch as she walked towards the door. You and Wonbin were now sitting next to each other, his arms spread out on the back of the couch in a relaxed manner.

“Uhm, ____?”

“Oh, right! Sorry… I didn’t know we were finished,” you stammered, getting up from the couch to meet Roxanne at the door.

“Yeah, took him long enough,” she rolled her eyes, “I was starting to think he wanted us to spend the night…”

“Alright, get out of my apartment already,” he said playfully, waving a hand as if shooing you two, “and make sure to secure the bottom lock for me, I don’t feel like getting back up yet.”

“Whatever.”

Slam.

The door was closed, 50% locked, and you two were heading back down the staircase, cold air greeting you once again before you both got back in the car, driving back to your dorm room to drop off the drugs first, and then to the grocery store…

… to buy a bag of rice and a fresh pack of chicken.

“WHAT’S THAT NOISE?,” Roxanne asked with animatedly furrowed eyebrows, holding the grocery bag you two had packed Wonbin’s “dinner” in.

You ended up making a chicken roast with carrots, potatoes, gravy, and steamed rice like he asked.

“Here, hold this,” Roxanne mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear before she dropped the bag, your reflects luckily kicking in fast enough for you to catch it before the glass container could hit the concrete stair well.

“It’s as cold as a snowman’s grave out here, Wonie, open up!,” She yelled while banging on the front door, the little dream catcher that hung on the inner side jingling with her forceful hits, “Hellooooo?”

“You’re like Doordash but with the temper of FedEx,” you heard a deep voice say from behind the walls.

“But I only charge herbal fees for my services,” she added while crossing her arms.

Creek.

The door slung open, Wonbin’s muscular arms framing the entrance with a fed up look plastered on his face.

There were two people sitting behind him on the couch playing video games. A violent game, you’d assume, given the sporadic and sharp flashes of light that filled the room.

“Is there some kind of a secret password now or something?,” Roxanne asked impatiently, not as entertained my the view of Wonbin’s still shirtless body like you were.

“Oh, right… come on in ladies,” he said with a feigned smile, extending a hand to welcome you two back in, “hope you brought enough food, because I have guests.”

You followed Roxanne and Wonbin to the kitchen, where you placed the steaming bag of food on the counter before taking out the containers. That’s when Roxanne started grabbing dishes from the cabinet.

The glass plates clinked behind you as you went to search for a serving spoon in the drawer. “Hey… where are the spoons and forks?,” you asked while still looking through one of his kitchen drawers before Wonbin suddenly tapped you on the shoulder.

“I uhm… I keep the utensils in here,” he smiled shyly, just as he reached for the overhead counter to grab the silverware he kept in a box. Your breath got caught in your chest as you felt his hips nearly fuse with yours in the moment. Luckily, he couldn’t see how flustered you appeared underneath his shadow.

“Gimme that,” Roxanne giggled, snatching the box from him and taking out two large ladles, one for the rice and another for the roast.

“Gosh, that smells amazing! Can you put cheese on mine, pretty please?,” you heard one of the boys ask from the couch, peeking over his shoulder with soft eyes.

“Yes, Taro, I can put some cheese on it for you… even though I think it’s weird,” Roxanne smiled.

“Ahh, thanks man. Oh- and who’s the new girl?” He went on, placing the controller down as he was no longer interested in playing.

“Just a friend in need of a good time—” Wonbin answered, which shocked you to say the least, “—so be nice, Sungchan.”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?,” The taller boy pitched in, “but does she even talk?”

The room went quiet for a moment, the only sound being Sungchan’s clicks from the remote controller before he got gunned down by a random player.

“Dammit, Shotaro! Why’d you stop playing? Now we’re tied with the other team!!”

“Too bad, so sad, bro. I’m hungry,” he chirped, getting up from the couch to help you bring the plates to everyone.

“Woah, who’s the big plate for?” Shotaro asked with widened eyes.

“Me and Sungchan,” Roxanne said with a satisfied smile, “we’re sharing.”

“Oh… you didn’t tell me you and Sungchan were on good terms now,” you said, breaking your awkward streak of silence, just now recognizing the taller boys face from Roxanne’s phone.

She always talked about Sungchan and his “big stupid dick,” as she liked calling it.

The pair stopped being cool with each other for reasons you don’t really remember anymore, but you’d take her sudden affection towards him over the violence you witnessed during one of her texting fits the other night.

“Shhh,” she giggled, meeting Sungchan on the couch before sitting on his lap, “I hope you don’t mind me feeding you in front of your little friends… unless that makes you shy,” she pouted.

All he did was open his mouth in response, savoring the taste of the first spoon she fed him.

It was a sickeningly cute sight to be honest.

“Sick and twisted,” Shotaro said as if reading your mind.

“Cry about it,” Sungchan joked between a mouth full of saucy rice, heart swelling from the way Roxanne cooed at him.

You and Wonbin were just now making it to the living room after getting some napkins for everyone. There was room left for the two of you on the couch thanks to Roxie sitting on Sungchan’s lap, but that meant you and Wonbin would be sandwiched together in the middle.

Great.

“Come on guys, take a seat,” Roxie said before taking a bite of the food, her teeth grazing the metal fork with a loud scrap.

“God, I hate when you do that,” Sungchan sighed, tickling her sides as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Stop that, asshole, before I drop this food everywhere!”

“That’d be a shame, this chicken is so good,” Wonbin hummed with a nod, stuffing his cheeks with more of the gravy.

“____ made it,” Roxie pitched, giving you a look.

Despite how hard you tried to fight it, you were started to feel pretty awkward.

You knew it had a lot to do with Wonbin, thanks to his cripplingly annoying quirk to not put a damn shirt on.

You did eventually warm up to everyone, even pitching in on some of Sungchan’s dad jokes.

Though, the stack of empty dishes in the center of the living room table seemed more alive than your spirits right now.

The inevitable tiredness that came with staying up late without a phone in your hand started to kick in.

“Hey, I’m gonna go wash up these dishes real quick,” Wonbin said, glancing your way for reasons you almost couldn’t process between the loud laughter of Shotaro and Roxie over whatever dirty joke Sungchan told about SpongeBob and Patrick.

Did he want you to come with him? Alone?

Yes.

By now, Wonbin was no longer in the living room, having walked to the kitchen sink where he proceeded to run soapy dish water.

The scent of lemon wafted through the dimly lit space as you stepped beside him to get the dish towel.

“Sorry,” you said nervously, noticing the way he jumped as your hand grazed his arm slightly.

“It’s alright, you just surprised me,” Wonbin smiled, drying his hands before walking over to the other side of the counter, opening a plastic bag filled with what appeared to be blunt wraps and another bag filled with fluffy green.

“You just leave that stuff out on your counter?,” You asked, voice kind of quiet over the running water.

“Mhm…,” he started, “it’s not like the cops are just gonna raid my house randomly… unless… you were to say something,” he winked, putting a filler along the inside of the wrap before sprinkling in some herb, then tucking it tightly.

“Your secrets safe with me,” you said, the faucet squeaking as you turned the water off.

“____.”

“Yes?” You asked in confusion almost… he was already starting to use your name so normally.

“Pass me that lighter from over there,” he pointed before sticking his tongue out, licking the inner side on the blunt wrap to seal it.

His pretty tongue glistened underneath the kitchen lights, captivating you once again.

Fuck, stop staring, you internally swore at yourself.

He put the blunt between his lips, waiting for you to light the tip. “Stop moving, silly,” you giggled, holding his face in place with your other hand to keep him still as he playfully moved his head around to give you a hard time.

A tiny giggle erupted from his throat, too, making your smile linger for a little longer before he bid his thanks, inhaling a huff of the smoke and exhaling it through his nose.

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he cleared his throat. By now you were leaning against the sink with no intention of washing the dishes any time soon. No intention of leaving the kitchen, either.

“C’mere,” he offered, reaching for your chin in the same way you did to him earlier before inching closer to your face.

“Wonbin-”

“Just part your lips for me, okay?” He asked in a light voice, “I want you to try it with me.”

You nodded at his words, hesitantly parting your lips as he slowly set the blunt between the opening you allowed for him.

“Okay now seal your lips,” he said, licking his own, “and inhale… slowly.”

You obeyed his words, taking a steady breath in as the warm and cloudy smoke filled your mouth… then your stomach… then your senses.

“Oh, shit,” you cursed, coughing at the way the smoke hit the back of your throat, to which Wonbin only laughed at your reaction.

“Good job, newbie,” he teased, running you a glass of water before passing it to you, your teary eyes staring back at him in a mix of embarrassment, regret, and intrigue.

“How was hitting it,” he asked, pearly eyes staring back at you.

“Just as bad as I thought,” you admitted.

“Yeah… they effects will start kicking in pretty fast, too,” he chuckled, proceeding to take a huff from the same blunt. “But,” he started, voice falling to an alto, “you know that wasn’t free, right?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, watching as he lazily cradled the joint in his two fingers.

“I only do favors for Roxie because we’re chill like that…,” he paused, biting his lip derisively as he tilted his head, “I hardly know you, though.”

You didn’t even bother checking your pockets because you knew you came empty handed.

“Aww, what is it, baby?,” he cooed, turning your chin to face him again as he took another huff from the joint.

“I didn’t bring any cash with me, unfortunately,” you replied with a halfhearted expression, already feeling yourself get dizzy.

He noticed the way you began to tear up even more from the smoke he was now gently blowing in your face.

“You’re eyes look pretty right now,” he smiled, staring way harder than he should’ve, “how do you feel?”

All of a sudden your core starting to heat up, making your legs feel as though you were merely hovering over the floor. You didn’t feel grounded anymore because you were overcome with a feeling of light.

“A little warm,” you started dryly, “but like… numb and euphoric at the same time.”

“In here?” He asked, placing a hand on your upper stomach, resting dangerously close to your tits.

“No…. It’s uh… a bit lower,” you said, reaching for his wrist before pulling his hand away from you.

That’s when you caught a glimpse of a colorful splash decorating his wrist. “That’s pretty,” you smiled, adoring the tattoo from afar.

“You think so?” He asked sarcastically before whispering in your ear, “too bad compliments won’t pay my bills.”

You sighed at his words, watching as he braced his body weight on the counter before your right hand found a mind of it’s own, reaching out to trace a line up his defined abdomen.

“Then allow me to repay you in another way,” you offered, poking his flesh with your nail a bit, “you like my cooking, don’t you?”

“Very much so, yes. But you could try pleasing me somewhere else… ‘A bit lower,’ like you said,” he whispered seductively, eyes in a daze as he guided your hand by your delicate wrist to the center of his belt buckle, a line of hair leading to the bulge buried behind his baggy jeans.

A thick vein trailed from his thumb to his forearm before his grip left your wrist.

“Wanna take a closer look?” He offered, drawing your attention back to the colorful spot on his skin even though your first mind thought he was talking about something naughtier.

“Sure,” you answered quietly, taking his hand again to examine the design, “a butterfly?”

“A moth, actually… it’s a little more masculine if you ask me,” he added, the shadow of a proud smile ghosting over his lips.

“But it has watercolored eyes,” you pointed out.

“True… So it’s like.. more ambiguous I guess?”

“Maybe… or it could just be a beautiful man,” you voiced, stroking over his skin with the pad of your thumb.

You liked this.

The look of his skin, but more so the way it felt.

The way touching him made you feel.

“Uhmmmm, guys?,” Shotaro cried out from the living room, the energy in his voice breaking the stillness of the moment, “I’m pretty sure Sungchan and Roxie are about to start fucking each other in a few seconds, and I could use a little help in here!”

You and Wonbin made eye contact at Shotaro’s words, the same thought filling both your heads:

“What?”

“Just get in here, quickly! They’re taking each others clothes off!!!”

“FUCK, MY STOMACH still hurts like a bitch from laughing so hard yesterday night,” Roxie sighed, cheeks a flushed hue either from the three shots of brandy she just guzzled or the three comforters she was wrapped in on her side of your shared room.

“Yeah… I had a great time hanging out with everyone,” you said, only half-present as other thoughts floated around in your mind.

Thoughts about when you would get to see Wonbin again?

What you two would even do?

How Roxanne would react if she knew Wonbin had been stuck in your mind like gum on a-

“What the hell are you thinking about?”

Oh shit.

“Uhm… Nothing, why?”

“It’s gotta be something,” Roxie pressed, staring at you from across the room through her false eyelashes, “you were moaning in your sleep last night with that same look on your face.”

Wow. She was quite a fast talker for someone so tipsy.

“I was?”

“Mhm,” she smirked cheekily, trailing a finger along the knitted seam of her bed sheet.

“Tell me who you were thinking about… I’ll know if you’re lying, too,” she pressed.

“I was just… gosh, why is that making me so flustered,” you sighed, hiding your face in your pillows.

“C’mon, spit it out, ____!”

“I was thinking about Wonie, okay?,” you finally admitted, hoping it would make her shut up.

“Hmm…,” she started with a satisfied smirk, “you’ve already starting calling him by a nickname, I see… what’s up with that?”

“Nothing at all,” you smiled aggressively, watching as she spread herself out on the mattress like a star fish, “would you like me to call Sungchan over to keep you company while I’m out?”

“He’s already on his way over, silly,” she smiled, flexing her fingers around nothing, “wait, where are you going, anyway?”

“Nowhere special… probably just gonna talk a walk around campus. But don’t worry, I’ll wait for your boyfriend to get here before I leave.”

She pouted at your words, lower lip poking out like a baby, “Aww… stupid… big dick Sungie’s my boyfriend… ehehe…”

SUNGCHAN SHOWED UP shortly after you managed to get Roxanne back to bed. Praying that they wouldn’t end up fucking in your bedroom while you were gone, you put on a jacket with hopes of taking that walk to clear your head, even though now you simply hit a joint to calm your nerves.

That’s when you heard a pair of footsteps approaching from outside your door, just as you were about to zip up your winter boots.

Knock, knock, knock.

A a warm feeling erupted in your stomach, making your fingers freeze at your ankles.

Standing up to peek through the door-hole, you saw Wonbin’s plump lips first, before his bright brown eyes stared back at you.

Shit, why was he here?

“Hey, I can hear you breathing from behind the door… well, whoever you are,” he giggled, which made you giggle a bit too.

There’s no way you were gonna get out of this now, but you still counted down from ten before opening the door.

“Hi,” you smiled, letting him in, “don’t know how you got on campus, let alone to my dorm room, but okay.”

“I’m friends with Roxie, remember?”

“Yes, but I don’t remember you visiting here before… like, ever.”

Even if he had, it’s not like you’d be able to forget a face or presence like his.

“Nice shirt, by the way,” you teased, poking him in the stomach to which he smiled.

That terribly cute smile of his.

“Yeah I uh… wear them sometimes,” he replied, adjusting the beanie he wore before speaking again, “Where is she, anyway?”

“Pretending to be asleep so I can cuddle with her while she sucks on me… well… not there but… nevermind,” Sungchan interupted, walking from the room with now disheveled hair.

“Hell, I left for like three seconds, what happened,” you asked, observing the fresh purple bruise on Sungchan’s neck.

“Roxie gets unbelievably horny whenever she’s drunk for some reason, and I refuse to do anything with her when half of her mind is on fucking mars,” he sighed, going to the fridge and pulling out a can of soda.

“She’s lucky I let her do this much… Wait- I thought you said you weren’t coming?” Sungchan said to Wonbin with a suspicious look.

So Wonbin was invited to your place. How fun.

“Ahh, I changed my mind out of boredom...”

“Right,” Sungchan nodded while walking to the front door, “I’ve gotta go get a lighter from my truck, but I’ll be back if Roxie asks for me.”

“Hey uh, me and ____ can go get it for you if you want,” Wonbin offered, flashing you a look.

“Really, I mean I parked pretty far away, but-”

“It’s fine, really, I saw where your truck on my way here.“

“____?” Sungchan said your name as if searching for your approval, to which you nodded which a humble, “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Alright then, go ahead. But take your time though so you don’t slip and break your asses…”

WONBIN LOOKED IN the roof compartment of Sungchan’s truck, just as the lighter fell down, slipping between the small crack in the seat.

“Shit,” he cursed upon trying to reach for it, “my hands too big to get it.”

“Hey, I can try getting it for you,” you offered, watching as he made room for you to take his place in the vehicle.

The drawstring of your underwear clinging to your hips as your shirt fell down your waist with gravity.

“Are you wearing a thong?” Wonbin asked, cold index finger hooking with the thin strap of your panties before pulling back and releasing it with a snap.

“Ahh, what the hell, Won!,” You yelped, retreating from the seat to swat his hands from you, “you’re supposed to be helping me!”

“No, we’re supposed to be helping Sungchan. Now get back to work,” he order you playfully, pointing back down to where the lighter fell.

You shook your head, bending back over in an attempt to retrieve the lighter once again.

He was only teasing you because he wanted to see more of your personality.

He couldn’t say that things were moving fast between you thanks to the inevitably awkward grounds your first impression of each other was cultivated upon, but he still wanted to get past the shy stage.

Skip all of the a baby steps and just start running with you.

Weakened grunts fell from your lips as you desperately fished for the lighter, your hips looking a mere second from bursting through your tight jeans given the position you were in.

“Shit,” Wonbin cursed under his breath, feeling a sense of warmth grow on his cheeks as he darted his eyes away from you.

“Oh,” you said with a muffled sounding voice.

“Um, y-yeah? What’s up?” He stuttered, still looking off into the distance.

“I’ve got the lighter… And some spare change,” you chirped, clasping the findings in your hand before reaching a foot down cautiously.

“Isn’t that stealing?” Wonbin teased, finally looking back to only see your foot slipping on the wet condensation from the truck’s running board.

“____, watch your step!” He called out with a slightly raised voice, his hands finding your waist to protect your fall, which only led to you both tumbling down together.

A strained groan erupted from Wonbin’s throat as his back hit the cold hard ground first, your body weight falling onto his center as your hands hit the gravel, slightly scuffing your skin.

You hadn’t even realized that your eyes were closed the entire time until you finally opened them, the coins you held being scattered about as Wonbin’s wide bunny eyes scanned you with shock.

His arms framed his head, nose a little red from the weather and a sprinkle of snowflakes dusting his black beanie.

“Are you…are you okay?,” he started, voice trailing off as it finally clicked in his mind that you were straddling him on the ground, essentially in public.

He couldn’t pin a finger on what it was about you that made him feel all shy like this, especially whenever he wasn’t buzzed.

“I-I’m… uh… I’m fine,” you stuttered, freeing him of your body weight and extending a hand to help him up.

“Thank you,” he huffed, a puff of cold air escaping his mouth before circling around your warm bodies, “I told you to watch your step….”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that those stupid coins distracted me,” you shivered, just now feeling the effects of the weather as goosebumps sprouted on your skin, “At least I got the lighter, though!”

Wonbin chuckled, both at your enthusiastic words and the uncanniness of this moment, taking off his beanie and adjusting it over your head before closing the door to Sungchan’s truck, pulling you close to him by the shoulder.

“Alright… let’s get back inside before we both freeze to death.”

AFTER GOING BACK inside, Sungchan had somehow managed to get Roxie out of bed, the four of you sitting on the couch while watching a random movie till midnight.

It all brought you a strange sense of déjà vu. You and Wonbin sitting awkwardly together while Roxie and her Sungchan sat like Siamese twins. The only thing missing, aside from some good home cooked food, was Shotaro’s infectious smile and a recreational drug in your system.

A soul booster.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts again, not even realizing when Roxie kissed Sungchan goodnight before he headed home.

Nor when Wonbin pretended to be sleep so no one would wake him as you slept peacefully on his shoulder.

Nor how he left your side once Roxie went to her room to sleep, reaching for the dust-ridden acoustic guitar hiding in a corner of your loft after a long forgotten ex-roommate left it behind as a “farewell” gift.

Nor the warm and woody melody he started to play from the other end of the couch, the gentle hums from his throat luring your busy mind from its slumber.

Your eyes opened with lazy blinks, vision slowly keening in on the lit joint that hung from his mouth, the sound of his fingers sliding against the fretboard and strings sending shivers down your spine.

Or maybe that had more to do with the winter air thrumming through your dorm room's cheap windows.

From the look outside, you’d guess it was sometime around 1am.

The stars were sparkling in the sky and the world beneath almost dead quiet.

“Oh- sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Wonbin said in a half-whisper, noticing the way you were glancing at him before taking the blunt from his mouth.

“Oh, no… it’s okay, I was just… I didn’t mind…” your words trailed off to a mumble as you sat up a little straighter on the couch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “What song was that? It sounded really pretty from what I heard.”

“Yesterday… by the Beatles,” he smiled, getting up to set the guitar back in its original place of abandonment, “it would’ve sounded even better though if I had a pick with me.”

He took another huff from the blunt, exhaling through his nose in a familiar manner as he offered it to you, “Want some?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, taking the blunt from his hand before inhaling the herb yourself, though, it was slightly different from the one you had in Wonbin’s kitchen the other night.

“It’s some of Sungchan’s pot,” he said in a husk voice as if reading your mind, “Don’t go too crazy though, ‘cause his shit’s pretty strong.”

He peeked at you through his wavy bangs, waiting for a cough from you that never came.

“Are you buzzed yet?” You asked after taking another huff or two yourself, playing with the smoke in your mouth before blowing it out slowly.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “don’t know how I managed to play a full song, but... yeah... I'm trashed.”

“It must be a talent, I guess,” you hummed at his words, just now noticing the lit candles sitting at random areas in the kitchen and living room.

Good thing, because it helped to drown out the scent of marijuana.

“What else are you good at doing while high?”

His tongue clicked at the roof of his mouth as a subtle yet unmistakable smirk creeped on his face, perfectly matching the rosy hue that began to stain his cheeks.

“You thought of something dirty, didn’t you?”

“Maybe…” he chuckled, widening the distance between his legs a bit as he sat.

Was he… teasing you?

Your eyes fell down to the blunt he placed on the ashtray beside the table, it’s lit bud ceasing with a quiet hiss.

“I’m guessing that wasn’t free either, huh?” You joked, shaking your head at yesterday's memory.

“Nope,” he smiled, “but… you still haven’t returned the favor from your first hit, so I won’t be too mean for now.”

Of course he’d bring that up again.

Right here, right now as you sat mere inches in distance from each other, both buzzed out of your minds.

“And if you were to be mean,” you started hesitantly, biting your lower lip before continuing, “what would that look like?”

He thought on your words carefully before answering, “Well, I doubt it’ll ever come to that anyway, so don't worry about it.”

“Oh, and is it the weed making you confident all of a sudden?”

“No, just the simple fact that you’ll pretty much do anything I tell you to.”

You scoffed, “That’s crazy talk.”

“Is it?“ he pressed, inching closer to you. "Kiss me,” he said, lips just a gentle wind's push from touching yours.

You didn’t budge, but your heart beat escalated all the same.

“Cute,” he smirked, his large hand finding the length of your neck, gliding up to your jawline as his thumb toyed with your lower lip. “I can see it all over your face that you want me, ____.”

“Then why are you asking for it?,” you teased.

“Because I wanted to hear you say it first… even though I already knew you’d let me do this,” he whispered, closing the space between you with a kiss, his warm mouth engulfing yours as the scent of his woody cologne filled your senses.

His other hand found your lower back, pulling you impossibly close to him as the sound of both your hearts beating and his needy grunts consumed you.

Much like the watercolor moth on his wrist, Wonbin’s gentle and vibrant masculinity couldn’t get any more precious in this moment.

This is exactly what he was looking forward to, whether he decided to guise it under the façade of a favor or be completely straight up with you, he finally got you right where you wanted.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you tugged a bit, desperate to hear more of his pretty sounds before the shadow of a smile wavered over Wonbin’s face at your actions, up until he felt your knee bump his hard-on through his pants, causing him to hiss.

“You’re being rough with me,” he said in between kissing your mouth, his hot and thick tongue darting past your lips as the kiss become messier.

Louder.

“And?” You asked, pulling away from his lips before leaving a trail of wetness down his neck, paying extra attention to a spot that made him twitch in his seat.

“And it’s so fucking hot,” he almost moaned when your teeth grazed his skin, his back meeting the couch arm as you subconsciously grinded your hips against his pants, straddling him.

“Is this how you wanted me earlier,” you said, stopping your movements, “when we were outside in the cold?”

By now his shirt was off and your fingers unbuckling his belt with gentle clinking sounds from the metal.

“No,” he said in an impossibly deep voice, looking dead at you as he spoke, “My first mind wanted to fuck you silly in the backseat… but I couldn’t to that to you.”

You giggled at his choice of words given how high you were, shimmying his pants down a bit further before halting at the waistband of his boxers, palming him gently through the fabric.

“Why not?” You asked in a soft voice, contrasting with the fierce grip you had on his clothed shaft.

“Because... even though you’re being an impossible tease right now, I felt like you deserved better than to be fucked in your best friends boyfriend's truck,” he said with a shaky voice, gripping at the couch to contain himself.

You appreciated his consideration in your heart, but didn’t wanna say anything out loud, especially not while your hands were on him like this.

And thank God for these thick curtains, otherwise the whole world would’ve seen how red his throbbing tip looked after finally being freed from the restrictions of his boxers.

You started at the base of his length before gliding upwards, spitting on the head that was already leaking a bit of his early release.

You started to pump him slowly, pearly white precum standing out as it mixed with your clear spit like watercolor.

“Use your mouth for me,” he almost begged, eyes falling victim to a blurry haze as his knuckles turned white with his grip on the cushions.

You teased him a bit by letting your warm breath ghost over his tip, eliciting a groan from him as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

The desperation inside of him only grew from here as your warm and wet lips finally wrapped around him.

You hollowed your cheeks a bit, hands resting at either side of his hips as you began using your tongue to help you take him inch by inch.

“Mmm, feels so fucking good, baby,” he said with a strained voice, his hands finding your head before his thumbs grazed your lips, one of them prying to squeeze itself into your mouth with his already thick cock.

The sight alone was enough to make him buss, so he threw his head back, biting his lip harshly to contain his sounds.

You hummed against his dick, almost feeling it in your chest once his hands pushed your head down further.

He just couldn’t deal with your teasing anymore, wanting to feel you more than he could begin to explain.

He bucked his hips upwards, rutting into your mouth like a bunny in heat. “Aww, fuck,” he cursed, watching the way your eyes glazed with tears.

He always managed to see you crying one way or another, and he loved it every single time.

Your fingernails dug into his sides as the sound of your gagging became hard to miss. He released your head with a sigh, panting as both of your faces burned with heat.

He didn’t expect you to start pumping him again though as soon as your mouth left his cock, but you knew he’d end up missing your warmth in seconds anyways.

“I wasn’t trying to be mean when I did that, by the way,” he sighed, biting his lip as you looked back at him with moist eyelashes, “I just couldn’t hold bac- nghhh~.”

A broken moan escaped his mouth once your hands found his balls, gently cradling them in your hands while alternating with pressures, your other hand still stroking him.

“I’m doing quite the favor for you, Wonbin,” you said with a rasp voice, your throat a bit sore from his actions on top of the smoke you huffed earlier, but he figured it made you sound hotter anyway. “Are you sure I’m not overdoing it?”

“Mmm… no, p-please don’t stop, baby,” he whimpered shamelessly, screwing his eyebrows tightly.

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the nickname, and judging from the way his face changed, you’d bet he noticed.

By now, he could hardly keep still, the muscles in his stomach flexing just as you felt his balls tighten, just as he was finished, chest heaving with need as you rode out his high.

That's when you started to take off your jeans, tossing them in the corner somewhere as he practically drooled at the sight of you in just a baggy top and panties, a dark spot forming at the center of your core where your arousal started to leak through.

“____,” he paused you, bringing you into his lap, your warm core sitting right atop his aching hardness, “you don’t have to go this far if you don’t want to.”

“Well maybe this isn’t just about me owing you anymore,” you whispered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth, “what if I want this?”

His cock stimulated you through your panties as he thought on your words, subconsciously rocking your hips back and forth.

“Then I’ll let you have your way with me…” he said with a rasp whisper, kissing up your neck as one of his hands massaged your tits, his other hand sneaking past your underwear to find your soaking wet clit, rubbing it slowly but with such a pressure that your fingers clung to his broad shoulders.

“I want you to make me feel like I’m falling apart,” he groaned against your skin, spreading your slick all over your aching pussy lips, “I want you to ruin me.”

You didn't waste any time with aligning him at your entrance, sliding down with ease most of the way given how wet you were.

He groaned as your tight walls fully consumed him.

“Fuck~,” you whined, feeling euphorically full as he started thrusting into you, hands gripping at your back as he became overstimulated inside you.

The drugs must've made you feel extra sensitive, especially with the way his tip fucked against your g-spot. You looked into his teary eyes, stoking his face as you helped to bounce with his movements, lewd sounds bouncing off of the walls.

“You’re being so fucking good for me, baby, just like that," he moaned as you clenched around him, too high to give a damn about filling you up raw with thick spurts of his cum.

“Wonie,” you whimpered, feeling as his hands roamed all over your climaxing body.

You felt every part of him in every part of you, and to say the least, it was worth all the awkward moments it took to get here.

THE NEXT MORNING, you woke up with your head resting on Wonbin’s chest, his messy hair spread about his head as you felt his breath faintly on your head. You probably looked like two babies with the way you were cuddling each other under the blanket.

It was a sickeningly cute sight, one might say.

“Sick and twisted,” you heard Shotaro say in the back of your mind, just as Wonbin groaned beneath you with a cat-like yawn.

“I still feel high,” was the first thing he said, making you giggle a little more than necessary before looking him in the face, the effects of your night together ever-present on his face.

“I feel…good,” you smiled.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” you hummed back, peeling yourself from his body as you blinked the tiredness from your eyes.

“You can keep a secret, right?” He asked hesitantly, voice barely audible given how quietly he spoke.

“With my whole life,” you answered, now making eye contact with him which was surprisingly way easier to do than a day ago.

He found your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “We should do each other favors more often… but… maybe not call it that.”

Was he initiating a sexual relationship with you?

Maybe something more?

“Well…” you started curiously, “what would you wanna call it instead, then?”

A grin peeped on his face that quickly softened when he licked his lips, giving your hand a squeeze once again before parting his lips to speak. “Maybe-”

“Fuck,” Roxanne sighed with annoyance, “you horny ducks didn’t blow my candles out last night… now the wax is no good,” she sulked.

“Oh, s-sorry about that, Roxie, we were smoking and it helped the smell,” Wonbin answered first.

“… wait, did you just call us horny ducks?” You asked with a mix of confusion, offense, and realization.

She heard you two.

Hell, of course she did.

“What? You think I didn’t hear Wonbin and his vocal ass practically singing as you did… whatever you did to him…?,” She rambled on, washing her hands in the sink before pulling some from produce from the fridge.

“Oh my God,” Wonbin cringed at himself, covering his face with his hands, though his ears were clearly burning red now.

“The blanket… you brought it in here, didn’t you,” you asked her, just now noticing that it was one she kept at the end of her bed.

“Yep! You’re welcome, freaks,” she chirped through a mouthful of raw celery, drawing your attention to the knife and cutting board she handled, “I’m gonna need your help soon though, ____. We're cooking for a mini get-together later with Taro and Sungchan.”

You hummed at her words, folding up the blanket while thankful that despite how high you two were last night, you managed to put your clothes back on before the sun came up.

“You guys should get cleaned up first, too, by the way,” she said, side-eyeing you as she diced a few green onions. “And preferably not at the same time, please... I’ve heard enough moans for the rest of this week, thanks to you two.”

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[wheezyseeker99]

Jealous

Warnings: pda to exhibitionism, swearing, teasing, fingering (female receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (fm) {it’s giving breeding too idk}

18+, MDNI

Summary: just jealousy inspired this one? His pov too because why not?

I don’t like the way he’s looking at her. Tonight she’s supposed to be mine. I’m supposed to be giving her attention, but she’s laughing at something this dumbass said to her across the bar.

I can’t pull my eyes from her. Her hair half up in a clip. Her dress that hugs her curves and her ass just right. Her sweet smile that I want to only be for me. I look over at the bartender and I clench my fists. He clearly wants her.

She was just sitting next to me a few minutes ago eating her dinner before she went to grab me a beer from the bar. I should’ve done it myself. She took my wallet so maybe this guy will see my name on my card and know she’s mine.

Her eyes reach mine from across the room and I tilt my chin up, puffing my chest out. I can see the way she bites her lip, but then the motherfucker distracts her again.

My blood boils in my veins. It’s not her fault that men hover near her, but fuck, do I get jealous.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when dudes try to swing in and disrespect my soon-to-be wife all the time, and it pisses me off. Just because she’s the full package of a woman doesn’t mean they need to prey on her. The ring should ward them off, but apparently I need to buy her a larger rock to wear on her hand.

Call me obsessed, but nobody will ever get to taste her again as along as I’m alive. The ones that came before me have a death wish, and so do the ones that think they can steal her from me. She’s mine. It’s animalistic, the way I think about her in situations like these. She’s everything I need to survive. I’m so damn possessive when it comes to her.

I glance back over as he hands her a beer, and she turns to walk back to me. I don’t drag my eyes away from her this time. I step out of the booth when she walks up and she slides in while sitting down my drink and wallet.

“Thanks baby,” I say and kiss her forehead. I turn my head back to the bar for a moment and the bartender is still looking at her. I slide into the booth after her and place a hand over her bare thigh, giving it a squeeze. I lean down and place a couple kisses on her neck before claiming her lips with mine. I pull away and take a sip from my drink. She looks at me questionably.

“What’s going on Cam?”

“Nothing, just need you today.”

She hums like she doesn’t completely believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either. My body is still on fire and it’s taking everything in me not to walk across the room to the bartender and throw punches.

She takes my hand, holding it in hers for a moment until she puts it back down on her thigh. I don’t say anything, I just tuck her hair behind her ear with my other hand and give her a chaste kiss.

“You know I know you’re jealous, right?”

“Of course you do,” I chuckle and place my forehead on hers, “you know everything about me.”

“You know everything about me too. So tell me what I’m thinking,” she says while placing a kiss to my jaw.

“You’re always thinking dangerous thoughts,” I tell her in a low tone.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Shes taunting me. It riles me up when she thinks she can be in control. I won’t allow that. I release my grip on her thigh and slide my hand below her dress. Usually she wears shorts under her dresses, but she didn’t tonight.

“Right here baby?”

She nods her head, giving me approval to keep going. She moves further into the booth and picks up her fork to keep eating her meal, looking at me expectantly.

I didn’t expect her to want me to finger her under the table, but I’m not objecting to it. Nobody will know a thing unless they see where my hand is. I cup her pussy under her dress and she whimpers quietly. I hold her eyes with mine as my hand moves aside the wet lace of her panties, tracing a finger up and down her slick folds. While picking up my beer with my right hand and take a drink, I circle her clit with my left hand. I place the bottle back down before I talk again.

“Is this what you wanted baby?”

She nodded her head in confirmation, not saying a word. I kiss her temple before pulling back to look at her. She’s biting her bottom lip. I want to taste her so bad.

“More?”

She nods again. I insert two fingers inside of her and I can tell she’s holding back a gasp. Fuck, that’s hot. I move them slowly in and out of her. She grasps my wrist under the table when I hook my fingers inside her.

“Anything else before I get the check for you two,” the waitress says from beside me and my eyes snap to her. My fingers still inside of my girl as her hand comes down to my thigh. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers. Shit. She definitely thought we were going to get caught just now.

“No just the check,” I say and take another swig of my beer. The waitress nods and turns away, then I take the opportunity to move my fingers faster. I move over so my mouth is next to her ear, “you know what’s going to happen baby?”

Her legs are starting to shake. I hook my fingers again, over and over. She doesn’t reply so I keep going. I circle my thumb around her clit and she gasps at the contact.

“You’re going to cum for me right here before the waitress gets back, and then I’m going to take you home and fill you up,” I growl into her ear and press a kiss just below it, “and baby, you’re going to take it like the good girl you are.”

Her head rolls onto my shoulder and her eyes squeeze closed as she bites her lip. I don’t need to hear her tell me she’s about to finish, I can feel it on my fingers. Her body shakes and she whimpers into my shoulder. Watching her cum is an addiction that I never want to be cured of. This is exactly what I wanted. I feel my dick twitch in my pants. I need to be inside her.

“That’s it, ride it out baby. I’ve got you.”

I kiss down her neck and pull her underwear back over her pussy. Slowly, I lift my fingers to my mouth and lick her cum off of them. She watches me until her eyes catch on the waitress coming back to the table. I fish out my wallet without looking at the check and give her more than enough cash for the bill and her tip.

“Have a good night you two,” she says and leaves again. I make sure she’s gone before I swing back the rest of the beer. I grab my girl’s hand and drag her to the car. Before we even get to the car she’s digging into my pocket to get the key. I laugh at her enthusiasm. I open the door for her and close it before getting in on the drivers side.

“Do you think you can wait until we get home sweetheart?”

As much as I need to unload inside of her and watch her eyes roll back into her head, car sex isn’t her favorite. That, and we’re also not far from home.

“No promises Cam. You have 5 minutes until I lose my control.”

There it is. There’s my feral girl. I smile and start driving. Not even a minute down the road she releases her hair from her hair clip, and her hand starts stroking me over my pants. It’s impossible, how hard she gets me.

“Slow down or I’ll cum in my pants. You know you want it inside you baby,” I grit out.

She hums to herself but continues to touch me. I gulp and try to stay focused, but it’s hard to do that. Literally. The feeling of her hands always makes me hard. And shit, sometimes the thought of feeling her body against mine makes it hard for me to even breathe. She really does have me wrapped around her finger.

I pull in my parking spot, and before I could even cut off the engine, my girl is out of the car. I unlock the door and immediately attach my mouth to hers. My hands dig into her hips as I slam the door shut behind us, my mouth never leaving hers.

We don’t make it to the bedroom. I thought we would make it to the couch at least, but we fell to the rug in the living room, her straddling my hips. Her lips break from mine and are on my chest after she peels off my shirt. She peppers soft kisses across it, and then she trails kisses up my collarbone and the base of my throat. Her fingertips run down my stomach, making the path to set me free from the confines of my pants.

I love it when she doesn’t keep her hands to herself.

I tug off her dress and take her breasts into my hands around the same time she unbuckles my belt. I suck a nipple into my mouth and she grips my head. I feel her grinding onto me. This is driving me wild.

“Jesus Christ,” she screams as I bite down on the stiff peak.

“He has nothing to do with this right now darling,” I flick it gently with my tongue before moving over to the other, “who’s making you feel this good?”

“Cam,” she moans and I moan too. Our bodies are overheating despite being almost naked. She smells so good like this. Sweat, vanilla, and sex. Her fingers curl into the sweaty hair at the nape of my neck and she tugs.

“Oh?” I ask and smirk against her skin, “are you going to cum from just this? I’ve barely begun to touch you baby.”

She nods and tugs my hair again. She’s everything to me. Fucking perfect.

”I love it when you pull my hair. It means you’re close.”

Holy shit, I want to taste every inch of her. Desperately. I slide my hands to her hips and moved her against me until her body shakes. She’s soaking through her panties when I lay her on her back. Pulling off the rest of my clothes is a task, but I manage it and then take off her soaking panties.

My pretty girl is still panting on the rug. I bring her lips to mine in another soul-satisfying kiss. I groan into her mouth because fuck, her lips are heavenly. Her leg hooks around my waist and she grinds into me, gliding my dick against her wetness. It wasn’t enough to ease the ache. I can feel every fucking inch of her beneath me and I need more. I’m so selfish. I can’t get enough. She gasps against my lips when I release her lips from mine.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I tell her. I grip her chin between my fingers, forcing her pretty eyes to meet mine. I run a finger over her bottom lip as she watched me, “that’s right, look at me. You belong to me.”

I’m too far gone for her, and I’ve had enough teasing. It’s beyond time to give my needy girl what she needs. What I need. I pushed into her slowly with a groan and she writhes beneath me.

“More Cam, please,” she breathes.

Somewhere in my consciousness, I know I’m going to bust in a matter of minutes, but I’ll keep going until she sees stars. I give in and speed up almost instantly, keeping a steady pace just how she likes it. She bucks her hips into me, taking me deeper with every thrust.

“That’s my girl,” I mumble, “take everything I give you.”

She clenches around my cock and it feels too good. It’s always too good. So wet and warm, and each stroke makes my spine tingle. I reach my hand between us and place my thumb on her clit. Her hands tug on the strands of my hair again. Yeah, she’s going to cum soon.

A guttural noise comes out of my throat and speed up my thrusts. My head falls to her chest. I’m almost on the edge, but the selfish part of my brain needs her to cum first.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I moan into her skin. Every roll of our hips is sending me into a never ending spiral.

I love being deep inside her. I love the way we fit together. I love her.

“Cum,” I command her. She whines out my name softly before crying out. I watch her as she climaxes. Her eyes roll back and her legs shake. She clenches hard around me and I hold onto her thighs while riding out her orgasm. I continue my thrusts, pounding into her.

“Fill me up Cam,” she whimpers.

I bring my mouth back to hers once again and I see stars. I cum into her immediately. I feel like I’ll never stop. Fuck, she’s ruined me. She drags her lips down the column of my throat as I cum into her. I sink deeper and still my thrusts inside her.

My head falls into the crook of her neck. I can’t stop cumming. My climax makes my body shake in pleasure. I never want it to stop. Everything feels so intense.

I don’t know how many minutes we stay in the same position. I feel like I melted into her. I roll over on the rug next to her and place tender kisses on her shoulder, and then bring her ring finger up to my lips, “so good. I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I shouldn’t have been jealous, huh baby?”

“Nope but I enjoyed the outcome,” she laughed, “now we need to go up to bed and do it again.”

My eyes flare at her, “at least give me 5 minutes to recuperate. You’re filled already.”

“Fill me more.”

She gives me a little smirk and leans up to bite my bottom lip. My feral girl. Tonight definitely isn’t stopping here.

She’s going to be the death of me, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

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Pairing- Jimkn x Named Reader

Word count- 3.7k

Includes- fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jimin POV

"I'm sorry Jo", I answer

"Nah it's fine Jimin. It's not your fault"

"You should of told me sooner that you liked him. I would of helped you out"

She shrugs, "It's not like I was in love with him. It was a crush and I'd want to see where it went. It's not a huge deal"

"Still, I'm sorry"

I had no idea my best friend, Joanne, had a big crush on Jungkook

She never said anything to me until today

And I mean it when I said I would of helped her

I would of talked her up to him, try to set them up

But he just recently asked a girl he had his eye on out

Like he literally just asked her out two days ago

"He probably wouldn't go for me anyway", she says

"Why would you say that?", I ask, confused

She's really pretty, she's funny, sweet, awesome personality

Jungkook would be lucky to be with her

So why is she putting herself down?

"Because look at me Min. I'm no where near as pretty as the girls that are around you guys. I have a crappy job, I have a tiny ass studio apartment. Nothing like you guys are used to"

"Jo what are you taking about? Are you insane?"

She glares at me, "No Jimin. You live in this million won apartment. You are around gorgeous female idols. You can get any girl you want. Dating is so much easier for you. Why would anyone like you and Jungkook pick an ordinary boring girl when you can have anyone you want?"

I honestly didn't know she thought about herself that way

She's far from boring and ordinary

I can see why she thinks the way she does though because I'm a celebrity

But I don't just want any girl

I want a girl I like, one I could love

It doesn't matter if she's an idol or not

And it's not like I look at every idol and think they're gorgeous

Not at all

I don't like how hard she's being on herself

"Stop Min"

"What? Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me with pity"

"I'm no Jo. I promise", I assure her

But I do look at her and I don't know, maybe it's what she said about herself but now I see her differently

Like I'm seeing her with new eyes

More than just my best friend

More like a girl

A gorgeous girl

Before I can even stop myself, I lean closer to her and kiss her

I'm waiting for her to push me away but she moves her mouth against mine, kissing me too

And I can't describe what I feel while kissing her

It's better than good, better than amazing

It's perfect

She licks my lip and I open my mouth for her tongue

I gasp when her tongue touches mine, softly playing with mine and I'm loving every second of it

I don't know how long we kiss for but I don't want to stop

But of course it ends like everything does

Pulling away slightly, I look in her eyes, both of us breathing hard

I'm worried I overstepped some boundary and she's going to tell me off

To my complete surprise, she moves her arms around my neck, pulling me back to her lips

And I go willingly

We meet in another kiss, this one getting heated pretty quickly

As we kiss, our hands touch each other's bodies, roaming everywhere

Her hands slips under my shirt, pulling it up

I break the kiss, so she can get it off me, then I get hers off, my mouth back against hers as soon as the shirts are discarded

Her arms move around my body, her tiny hands touching my back, running up and down leaving fire on my skin

I reach around her and take her bra off, tossing it in my room

She drags kisses to my jaw, one hand moving to my chest, softly touching me

I close my eyes when her kisses travel to my neck, a soft moan coming from me

I move my own hands on her back, feeling her soft smooth skin

Leaning my head down, I press kiss after kiss on her shoulder, wanting nothing more than to feel her against me

Gently, I push her back on my bed, her taking me with her as she lays down

She holds me right against her, skin against skin and I fucking love it

Her hand moves in my hair, moving my head, her lips against mine

Kissing her eagerly, I move my hand around her boob, squeezing softly

"Mmm", she moans in my mouth, her hands moving down my back, to my sweatpants

I feel her pulling them down and I immediately get so excited, my cock hardening every second

Pulling away, I stand up, getting my pants and boxers off, then putting my hands on her jeans

I look at her, raising my eyebrow

She nods and I quickly get her jeans undone and down

Her panties are some tiny red lace thing and fuck it's such a turn on

I pull the strings that are holding it in place by her hips, peeling it off her

Dropping it on the floor, I get my first look of her naked

And I almost fall down

Oh my god, her body is fucking perfect

Absolutely perfect

"Wow Min", she gasps, her gorgeous eyes on my body

Wow is right

Not me, wow for her

I had no idea my best friend was the hottest girl I've ever seen on my life

Getting back on the bed, I move on top of her, leaning down

She lifts her head, meeting me, our lips in a fiery kiss

God I want her so bad

I don't know where this want is coming from but if she wants to be with me too, then I'm going for it

As I kiss her, I open her legs, my fingers brushing against her pussy

Moaning in her mouth, I feel how wet and slippery she is, turning me on

Running my fingers along her, I rub her clit and her body arches, gasping

Continuing to play with her, I pepper kisses all over her cheek, her jaw and finally her pretty neck

She smells so fucking good, not any artificial scent, she just smells like her

The scent I've known since we were babies

Licking her skin, I suck briefly but let go before a mark forms

I don't know if she wants that and I'm not pushing anything

Moving my lips down, I kiss her chest then all along one of her boobs

I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking softly just as I slide two fingers inside her

"Jimin!", she cries, her body slightly shaking

I move my fingers in and out, starting off gently, increasing my speed every time I go in

Her nipple is so hard in my mouth and I love sucking on her

Moving my fingers, I press down on what I hope is her spot

"Oh god", she whimpers, her cunt flooding my hand

Found it

Keeping my fingers inside, I concentrate on rubbing my fingertips on that spot

Switching to her other nipple, I lick it over and over until it's hard, then I latch on to her, sucking hard

"Fuck fuck", she moans, her hand going in my hair, pulling hard

Fuck, I love having my hair played with

Stroked, pulled, tugged, fisted, I love it all

Pressing on her spot, I move my thumb to her clit, playing while I finger fuck her

Her pussy tightens so much on my fingers, pulsing fast

"Jimin...Jimin don't stop", she whimpers

Oh I won't

I want her to cum

And I'm gonna make her

Her body starts shaking, her hold on my hair getting tighter as she squeezes my fingers over and over

Sucking her nipple, I press on her spot just as I flick her clit and she moans my name so loudly, her pussy going crazy on my fingers as she cums

"Jimin", she moans, "Jimin"

Goddamn, I didn't know that I would love hearing her call my name in her beautiful voice

She finishes and I pull my fingers out of her, sitting up

Holy shit

My fingers are covered in her creamy cum and it's so pretty

Moving my fingers in my mouth, I suck her cum off and I can't believe how good she tastes

So sweet, just like candy

I look at her, her pretty boobs rising and falling, her eyes closed as she lays on the pillow

I need more of her

Moving between her legs, I lay down, place my tongue on her and slowly lick up

"Jimin!", she squeals, sitting up on her elbows

"Please let me", I ask, swiping my tongue on her again

God she feels soft on my tongue, so wet, so good

I can't stop

"Please", I ask, running my tongue along her

"Yes Min"

I smile happily at her, then swirl my tongue, devouring her pretty tiny pink pussy

She moans loudly, the more I lick, the wetter she is until her juice is all over my face, running down my neck

Circling her slit with the tip of my tongue, I poke inside her hole just a little

"Yes Min! Fuck", she moans so softly

I take that as a cue and move my tongue in her as far as I can, wiggling while I do

Her sounds tells me she likes it so I slide my tongue up and out of her, then I go down, dipping back in

Her pussy tightens around my tongue sending shivers down my spine

Fucking my tongue into her faster, she holds me against her by my hair, her hips snapping into my face

Fuck that's so hot

We move together, me tongue fucking her, her fucking my mouth as I hold her legs wide open, gripping her thighs hard

"I'm gonna cum. Jimin", she whines

I look up at her, nodding

"Oh Jimin", she moans, her pussy throbbing around my tongue as her cum coats it completely

Goddamn, it's even better right from her pussy

I swallow and swallow everything she gives me, her cum like fucking candy to me

"So good", I whimper

"Fuck Min"

"Please give me more"

"More what Min?"

"More cum. I want more of your cum", I tell her, "It tastes so fucking good. Please"

"You can have whatever you want Jimin"

Hearing that, I immediately lick her clit

Over and over, her moans getting louder and louder

Her clit was throbbing so hard, begging me to lick and suck it and I just have to

Wrapping my lips around her pulsing clit, I moan feeling the throbbing on my lips

My cock is so hard it hurts

But I have her pretty tiny clit in my mouth and I'm going to suck on her if my life depends on it

I start off slow, keeping my tongue on her clit too as I suck

"Min", she whimpers, her body shivering

With each suck, I go faster, harder, her pussy drenching my chin and neck

I keep her clit in my mouth, playing and tugging, just enjoying having her in my mouth

God I never liked eating pussy as much as I like eating hers

Never took my time, never asked for more cum, never kept eating after the first orgasm

I don't know what it is

Maybe because she's my best friend or maybe because she has the best pussy, I don't know but I love eating her out

"Jimin"

I suck as fast and desperately as I can, knowing by the way she's calling my name that she's close

I hold onto her thighs tightly, waiting

She groans, coming, holding onto me, the sounds coming from her mouth so beautiful

I suck her through it, then dive into her pussy, licking all the cream I can, swallowing and moaning

My new favorite taste

Licking her pussy clean, I press a kiss to her swollen lips

Then her thighs

As I move up her body, I press kiss after kiss everywhere- her stomach, in between her breasts, her chest, her neck and finally her lips

She opens her mouth for my tongue, pressing hers against mine as her hands move around me, on my back, pulling me against her

At the same time, I wrap her legs around me, my head right at her hole

"Please", she whispers between kisses

I move my hips forward, moving inside her

I gasp in her mouth from how tight she is as I sink into her

I feel her open up for me, stretch around me just enough for me to pass through but still keeping a firm grip on my length

"All of you", she whimpers

I nod, pressing kiss after kiss to her neck, pushing all the way in until I bottomed out

"Fuck", I whimper, feeling her pulse around me

We shake against each other, her hands moving up and down my back slowly

"Oh Jimin", she whimpers, "You feel so good. So hard. So big. Fuck so big"

I Iike hearing that

I don't think I'm particularly big but maybe I am for her

Because she's tiny and I don't know where my cock is going, how she fits me inside her but she does

"God Jo, you feel amazing. So tight. So wet, so warm", I murmur, nuzzling into her neck, "So perfect"

"Please Min. Want to feel you"

"I want that too", I answer, lifting my head and kissing her

I pull out, feeling her cunt clench around me, trying to keep me inside

I like that

When I sink back into her, her pussy sucks me back in, making it so easy to fuck her

Each stroke, I move a little faster until I have a good pace and force going, bottoming out every time, pleasure filling me fast

My head brushes against a spot inside her and she screams in pleasure, "There Jimin! Please"

I experimentally thrust into the same spot getting the same reaction

"There?", I ask

She nods rapidly and I concentrate on that spot, plunging in and fucking her into my bed

She clings into me, her nails digging in my back, her sweaty skin against my sweaty skin, her face in so much pleasure

I love all of it

Rolling my hips into her, I go deep in, my pelvis rubbing her clit

"Min", she whimpers, her body arching into mine

I wrap my arm around her back, keeping her against me

He head pushes back into the pillow, exposing her beautiful neck and I can't stop myself, kissing all over

Her pussy clenches my shaft in a vice grip, pulsing so fast, her body slightly shaking

"Min", she calls, her breathing increasing

She's gonna cum and I'm so fucking excited

"Cum for me", I ask

"Jimin", she cries

I watch her cum underneath me, her face is so much pleasure and she looks so fucking stunning

And the pleasure I'm feeling is out of this world

I haven't felt bliss like this before and all I know is I want more

When she finishes, I get on my knees, hooking my arms under her legs, pushing them to her chest, the angle letting me go in deeper, hit her spot harder, her sounds getting louder

I look down, moaning when I see how much she's creaming my cock

It's fucking everywhere

It's so pretty

"So much cream", I murmur, my eyes staying on where we meet

I'm mesmerized by how her little slit opens so wide for me, how her hole takes all of me, how her swollen lips look wrapped around my cock

It's so hot

Her pussy pulls me back in with each stroke, opening just enough for me to pass through, throbbing and feeling so fucking good

I hear her moans getting louder, her pussy clenching over and over and I know she's gonna cum

I already know the signs

Shoving my cock in and out, I make sure I destroy her spot, wanting to feel her orgasm

"Make a mess on my cock baby", I demand

"Jimin!", she screams, "Oh god Jimin!"

I watch her hole strain around me, cum pouring from her as she orgasms

The pleasure runs through me, making it hard for me to keep moving because I just want to feel her

But I force myself to keep plunging into her, to make her feel amazing, fucking her through it

She screams my name so loudly, her hands twisting in my sheets so hard, her knuckles white

Dropping her legs, I move on top of her, holding her against me as her orgasm ebbs

I pound into her harder, feeling myself getting there

"Gonna cum", I choke out, "Need to get out"

She shakes her head, moving her hands to my hips and stopping me from leaving her warm cunt

"Wanna be full of cum", she whispers in my ear, "Your cum Jimin"

I groan loudly at her words

Oh fuck

I'm so close, her perfect cunt tugging and clenching on my cock

"Please cum inside me Jimin"

"Oh god fuck Jo", I moan, stopping my thrusting and sheathing my cock inside her as I shoot my cum in her pulsing pussy

Burying my face in her neck, I call her name over and over as ecstacy takes over me

I feel her playing with my hair and rubbing my back, whispering softly as her cunt milks my cock

"Yes baby, fuck Min, you feels so good. Your big cock throbbing inside me", she murmurs in my hair, "I love feeling your warm cum inside me. Give me all of it baby"

I am, emptying everything I have into her

When my orgasm is over, my body relaxes as I fall out of her

I force myself to roll next to her so I don't squish her

She turns to face me, coming into my arms, cuddling into me, her head on my shoulder, face in my neck

Her arm moves around my body, hugging me tightly

"Can we sleep Min? Please"

"Yeah baby. We can"

"Ok Min", she answers sleepily, snuggling into me

I manage to get the blanket around us as I hold her

I look down at her, her eyes already closed

She's so fucking beautiful, how did I not see it before?

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I hold her and close my eyes

---------------------------

Stirring in my arms makes me open my eyes

What's happening?

"Min?", I hear her call

Glancing down, I'm surprised to see her in my arms

"Jo?"

She sits up and my eyes widen when her boobs are in my face

Right

We slept together and she stayed the night

And I loved every second of it

Her eyes move down, widening then grabbing the blanket putting it over her chest

Like I didn't see them all last night, didn't touch them, didn't suck on them

Like I wasn't everywhere on her body

Like she wasn't everywhere on mine

And a jolt of fear passes through me when I think that she regretted it

"Jo, uh"

"I remember last night", she mutters, avoiding my gaze

I hesitate but I have to ask

"Do you regret it?"

I don't

Not at all

In fact last night changed how I see her

"No Min. I don't", she says softly, her eyes finally moving to mine

"Did...uh....did last night change anything?", I ask, knowing my face is so red, "Any uh feelings....about me?"

Her brown eyes are huge and she doesn't say anything but she nods

"How?", I ask

"I uh....I....um", she stammers

It's ok

I'll go first

"It change everything for me", I answer, "I see you differently. Not just as my best friend"

She's looking at me intensely, waiting for me to continue

"I see you as a girl I...I like. A lot. As a girl I want to date"

She's silent and I think I may have fucked up

Until I feel her hand on my neck, pulling me to her, her lips against mine, kissing me softly

I go all in, kissing her back and pulling her against me, hugging her tightly

"I see you differently too Min", she says softly after the kiss, "I see you as a guy I like a lot. A guy I want to date. A guy who I'll be happy with"

I nod, "I'll make you happy Jo. I would never hurt you"

She smiles nodding, "I know Min"

"So...we...uh...are we giving this, us, a try?", I ask

"Yes Jimin", she giggles, "We're giving us a try"

A huge smile bursts on my face

"Great!", I say, then pull her to me in another kiss

Her mouth moves against mine and I swear, I cannot get enough of her kisses

After, I get out of bed and pull her up with me

"So let's go on a date", I tell her

"Now?", she asks, confused

I nod, "Now. Breakfast. I'm taking you out to eat. Then I have to go to practice so I'll drop you off and maybe we can hang out tonight?"

She frowns

What's wrong?

Did I mess up already?

"You uh....you don't want me to go to practice with you?"

I blink as I register what she's saying

"Of course baby but I didn't want to assume you'd want to come. I don't want you to feel like you have to"

She shakes her head, moving into my arms, hugging me

As I hug her back, she says, "I want to come Min. I love watching you dance and now that you're my boyfriend, I can oogle you"

I laugh, "Ok baby. You can come and oogle me. I promise I'll act extra sexy for you"

"Yay", she giggles, burying her face in my neck as I hold her, "And yes baby, we better hang out later"

"Yes ma'am", I answer

"And maybe do other things"

"Other things?", I tease, feeling her press her body againsty dick

"Lots of other things. I think someone needs a blow job. And to be ridden"

I get turned on hearing her and I so agree with her

"I think you're right baby"

Her hand, touches my semi hard on, squeezing gently

"Good baby"

Then she kisses my cheek and lets me go

"Huh?", I ask, wondering why the pleasure left

She smirks, getting her clothes, "But first breakfast"

What a tease

I roll my eyes but I smile, "Ok baby. First breakfast"

[heliotropehotch]

Silver - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @moonstuffsteve :If you’re taking requests, I’d love Hotch smut with a wedding ring kink where the cold metal gets you more worked up (maybe ft choking bc of the ring??) pls and thanks so much!!!!!!!!

a/n: AHHHH its my first smut for Aaron! (and first smut i've actually finished in years!) Al, i love you. Thank you for this. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing please let me know! I haven't written smut in a long time so I know this might be rocky. <3

CW: smut, under 18 DNI, 18+, jealously, unwanted ass grabbing, wanted ass grabbing, choking, wedding ring kink?????, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, marriage kink??, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, fingering

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author: abby<3

word count: 1919

have fun!

She hated cops. Entitled, jealous, and, for the most part, disgusting men, who thought well enough should be left alone. Meaning that, while help had been offered and given, it wasn’t wanted. What was wanted, however, seemed to deviate way too far off the course of the case, of the literal murders that were happening.

“Officer Walker,” Y/N’s teeth gritted out as sweetly as she could, as the man placed an unwelcome palm on the small of her back. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, sugar,” he chuckled deeply. “I was hoping you wanted to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” She pretended not to notice Agent Hotchner watching the interaction, slowing walking up behind him. “What do you mean, Officer?”

“I mean,” his hand swooped down, resting gently on her ass. Y/N’s eyes shot wide, mouth opening slightly with appall. “We should get out of here so we can have a little fun.”

“Excuse me-”

“Officer Walker,” Aaron Hotchner’s voice cut through the air of the precinct. “I suggest you take your hand off of my agent, and my wife.”

Walker’s hand shot off her body, smacking into his own side. “Your wife? Sir, I didn’t kn-”

“We have a case, Officer. There are people out there getting murdered. Get back to work. Agent, you’re needed in the conference room, please.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a straight face, but she knew her husband could read the smugness on her face.

“In the future, Officer Walker,” she called out before following Aaron. “At least check a woman’s hand before you make unwanted passes at them.”

Y/N sauntered almost cheerfully behind her husband stalking into the closed conference room. She could hear the gears turning forcefully in his head, and could clearly see his hand clenching and relaxing at his side. Entering the conference room, tension seeping into the air, confining itself in the room as Aaron forcefully shut the door behind them.

“Aaron-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, fingers smoothing out his eyebrows. “I was fine until his moved his fucking hand-”

She reached out to grab his arms, trailing down to intertwine their fingers together. “Honey,” she smiled sweetly. “I know, okay. I appreciate it, okay. But I had it handled too.”

“I should have him fired-”

“But you won’t,” she laughed softly. “If you fired every man who made a pass at me, we wouldn’t ever work with cops again.”

He grumbled indignantly, scrunching his eyes together in irritation. Y/N slipped her hands up his chest, sliding into their natural place at his jaw. Her lips pressed to his, seeping tension seeping out of him with every passing second. “Aaron,” she hummed against his lips, before pulling away. She smiled as his chased after. “I married you, remember? You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else. Like ever?”

He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of her pants. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“I’m only yours.” She smiled at him, taking a step back. “Now can we get back to work? I wanna go home with you as soon as possible.”

--

The case was nowhere near close to being solved, but tensions between all members of the BAU were running high. Derek, the ever hot head he was, had almost gotten into a physical fight with the Captain of the precinct, while Spencer had remained silent after a particularly loud conversation with one of the fellow officers.

“These cops just won’t let us do our jobs, Hotch,” Emily had groaned in the hotel elevator with Y/N and Aaron. “I’m two derogatory comments away from breaking Walker’s nose.”

Y/N snorted, eying her husband’s now tense back in front of her. “He’s a real piece of work huh?”

“I’ll be too glad when we get out of here. Why can’t we work with female cops for a change?”

It was Hotch’s turn to snort. “You would end up being the one that they complained about. You’re just as bad as Morgan.”

Emily gave an artificial gasp. “Am not.”

The elevator doors opened, and Y/N followed her husband out and down the hall to the left. “Night Em!”

Out of sight of the rest of their team, she jogged forward to grab his hand, giving a small kiss to his knuckles. A comfortable silence had settled between the heavy setted footsteps of the married couple. Y/N rocked on her heels as her husband fumbled with the key card to their shared room. She rolled her neck, letting the tension fizzle out in separated pops of her bones. She barely registered the click of the door, or the wrap of fingers around her wrist. She did however, notice the cool, fake wood of the hotel door being pressed against her back. “Aaron?”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips in the angle of her neck. She chuckled, winding her fingers in his hair.

“I thought we already clarified that, baby.”

He hummed a chuckle, his tongue lapping up whatever remnants of perfume traced his neck. “And I intend to make that painfully obvious to everyone in that precinct.”

His lips wrapped around the muscles at the junction of her neck, drawing out a moan out of her with passing second that the air left his mouth. Y/N hummed a laugh, lifting her hips to grind against his. “Seriously, a hickey?”

His hand snaked up her waist to rest under her chin, squeezing slightly. She could feel the metal of his wedding band warm to the temperature of her skin. “I’ve got a point to prove, sweetheart.”

His fingers left her throat and reached down to pull the backs of her thighs to wrap around his waist, grunting slightly at the movement. She worked on unbuttoning her shirt, the best she could. “Aar-” their bodies fell to the bed, his legs slotted between hers. Y/N squeezed his left hand that had found its way into hers. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, remember?”

“Oh I remember, darling,” his mouth moved to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before letting it free. “I think you’re the one who needs a reminder.”

Aaron’s hands pushed up her skirt, adjusting it to pool at her hips. His calloused hands traced the edge of her underwear, sliding softly under the band. His mouth, trailing back up to her neck smirked as Y/N’s hips squirmed under his delicate touch. “Be patient, love.”

His attached his mouth to hers as his fingers slowly, finally began circling her clit. The metal of his ring brushing deliciously against the skin above. His teeth tugged her bottom lips, a small whine escaping her. He watched her blissed out expression morph into one of need, eyes scrunched with tension. His fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance before dipping two fingers in slowly.

“Aaron,” she gasped out, clenching around the fingers inside of her. “Aaron, please.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he smiled into her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. “I’m gonna take good care of my wife, don’t you worry.”

His thumb, that had been rolling lazy circles against her clit, becomes more firm, with more intention. Y/N could feel the cold of her husband’s silver band pressing into her pussy as he pressed a third finger into her. The stretch of his hand, the way he stroked her walls with his fingers, and the words dripping from his lips were enough to put her body on edge.

“Oh you’re so tight, baby,” he chuckled darkly, breath blowing sweetly against her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is this all for me?”

Her fingers wrapped lazily between his black locks, tugging the strands. “Only you.”

“Of course, honey,” he cooed. “Look at you dripping all over my ring, I bet you’re gonna come soon, yeah?”

“Please,” Y/N whined loudly. “Please, Aaron, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come for me, baby, get nice and ready for my cock.” She let out a yelp, her back arching from the mattress as her husband continued to lazily stroke her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth for a taste, before pausing and redirecting his fingers to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him and she hummed around his fingers, tongue lapping at her own juices around his wedding ring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, tugging off his own shirt, and ridding his pants and underwear. Y/N’s panties now rested at her knees, twisting over on itself, until she lazily ridded the rest of her garments.

Aaron now positioned her on her knees, head resting on her forearms as her ass ground into his pelvis. “Please, baby, wanna feel you,” her muffled voice called out.

He sucked his teeth with mock annoyance, lightly smacking one of her cheeks with his left hand. “And what did I say about being patient?” he chided, before lining his dick up and thrusting in.

Her toes curled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. A groan left her throat as he began pounding into her pussy at a rough pace. Thrust for thrust, the room echoes with grunts and moans from both Y/N and her husband. She could almost feel his smug grin with every whine that fell through her lips.

“Fuck, Y/N look at you taking my cock so well. I bet you just love how I fill you up.” Her only responses were loud moans that flowed through his own voice as she clenched around him.

The metal of his wedding ring now almost burned against her sweating skin as he wrapped his hand around her throat once more, pulling her body to be flush against him as he continued to thrust into her at a bruising pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” She stayed wordless, only echoing in whines and moans. He squeezed her neck a little tighter, the imprint of the ring creating a delicious friction. “Answer me.”

“You!” her voice bursted out. “You, Aaron, only you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, your husband. I married you, I put that ring on your finger-” he groaned, attaching his lips to the juncture of her neck before speaking again. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me soon?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, and come for me like a good girl,” he panted, using his other hand to rub against her clit, squeezing his fingers again on her throat before speaking right into her ear. “Come on your husband’s cock.”

She yelled with her release, back arching to meet Aaron’s chest. He let out a few more strong thrusts before he found his own release and coated her walls with a groan. His forehead landed on her shoulder, her fingers lazily combing through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled himself out to clean themselves up and crawl into bed. She had rested on his side, but yelped when he pulled her to lay on his chest. She smiled softly, fingers tracing imaginary shapes along his pecs, then started chuckling softly.

He cracked a smile reserved only for her. “What are you up to?”

Her giggles quieted and she stopped her movements. “Oh, I was just thinking. I should make you jealous more often.”

He groaned, tugging her close to him, covering her ringed hand with his own. “Don’t you dare.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she chuckled sweetly. “You’re mine.”

[sunshineseung]

You Tried // Minho

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Lee Minho x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 1.9k 🌸 | includes: hard dom!minho, sub!fake dom!reader, consensual sleep play, mentions of safe word (color system), restraints via handcuffs, slight dd/lg because “daddy”, slight pet play because “kitten”, teasing, grinding, degradation, strong!minho lol, angry sex, dumbification, brat taming, unprotected PIV, spanking, doggy style, choking, possessive!minho, lots of dirty talk omg minho is loud, creampie, aftercare, affirmations :), cuddly ending

☀️ | synopsis: When you tie down Minho while he was sleeping, he’s absolutely furious, but there’s nothing he can do about it. You’re the one in control now... right?

Minho yawns loudly, stretching his arms out to find that they’re already stretched to the frame of the bed. He pries his eyes open, unable to fully comprehend why he can’t move his limbs. There’s a cold metal sensation on his wrists, and that’s when it clicks. Looking down, he sees you resting your head on his thighs, staring up at him with eyes glowing with innocence.

“Did you do this, little one?” Minho sounds calm despite his rage slowly boiling in him. You know he always wants to be in charge, his body controlling you, but ever since you had the okay to play with him in his sleep and vice versa, you’ve been wanting to test him a little. “Did you cuff me up while I was sleeping?”

“Maybe…” your voice was as sweet as sugar despite your intentions, “but I just want to play with you, daddy. Is that okay?”

“We can play when my wrists aren’t stuck to the bed, kitten.” He struggles against the restraints. “Until then, you better not try anything with me.”

“Try anything? You mean like this?” You run your hand over the bulge in his underwear, effectively making him semi-hard easier than expected. You continue to run your hand over his length as he hisses and curses under his breath. “Color?”

Minho takes a deep breath in, mentally weighing his options. Either stop now and rail you or see where this goes. As much as he wants to be unchained, he also wants to see just how far you’re willing to take this. “Green.”

“I knew you’d like this!” Your smile was so damn cute, Minho couldn’t help but giggle. You were so eager, beginning to restart your hand motions on his cock. He grunts from his chest as you expertly work his length from over his boxers. “Can I take your cock out?”

“Yeah, suck me off, kitten.” Minho bit his lip while watching you pull his underwear down his legs, revealing his hardened cock. You salivate at the sight of his hot, red tip. It was practically begging to be in your mouth. “It’s rude to stare.”

“But your cock is so pretty, daddy.” You whine as you take his cock into your hand, stroking him slowly to get him as worked up as possible. Your mouth hovers an inch from his member, your breath blowing down onto him. You look so enamored by his cock despite it being inside you countless times.

You kiss his cock before running your tongue along the shaft from his balls to the tip. Keeping eye contact with Minho, you take him into your mouth, taking him about halfway down your throat before gagging and pulling back.

“Aw, I know my kitty can take me all the way.” Minho raises his hips as you suck on the head of his cock, precum dripping onto your tongue. You lower your head back down his dick, and you finally take him fully down your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat as you hold the position for a few seconds, pulling back up to get air. The amount of drool coating his cock was absurd, but seeing his dick glistening with your spit was truly a godly view. “Alright, princess, untie me. It’s your turn.”

“What if I don’t?” You raise your head away from his hips, your hand still stroking his cock. He raises an eyebrow at your disobedience, anger filling his brain again. “I don’t want to uncuff you. You’re my toy today, got it?”

“Don’t play with me. Get these fucking cuffs off my wrists right now.” You shug, speeding up your pace on his cock. Minho twitches in your hand, biting harshly on his lip as he threatens to lose it. “Little girl…”

“Make me.” You smile, taking your hand off his cock so you can take off your underwear set, finally getting fully naked to show off to Minho what he’s missing. You spread your legs over him, leaning back and giving him a full view of your pussy. “Maybe I just want to watch my daddy suffer.”

“This is your last chance. Uncuff me or else, you fucking brat,” Minho growls through gritted teeth. He was really trying his best to keep his cool despite the rage bubbling inside him.

“Or else what? You’ll punish me?” You laugh, moving yourself to straddle him. His cock lays hard against his body while you grind against him, dragging your folds along his length. “I’m not scared of you, Minho.”

“Let these restraints off of me, bitch!” Minho’s voice is deep and serious, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His arms would be swinging violently if they weren’t held back by handcuffs. You look down at his spasming body and laugh, pressing yourself down even more onto his cock. “You’re so in trouble!”

“Aw, but daddy, you’re not saying the safe word, are you?” Your voice is calm and high-pitched, talking down to him as if you’ve ever been in charge. “Judging by how hard you are, I think you like being tied down by your little girl.”

Minho has had it. Officially. He pulls the cuffs from the bed frame, unable to get proper leverage to get freed. You raise your hips over him, raising his dick with your hand to line him up with your sopping entrance. While he struggles, you lower yourself down onto him, gently riding his cock at a pace of your liking.

“You’re so hard inside me. You must really like this.” You tease Minho, one hand playing with your clit and the other going to his chest to flick his nipples. His groans grow louder as your cunt tightens around him. “You’re such a good daddy for your little kitten.”

“G-gonna cum inside you, fill you with my cum.” Minho throws his head back, moaning curse words loud enough for anyone in neighboring rooms to hear. You speed up the pace, the stimulation from your cunt and your clit quickly becoming overwhelming.

You remove your hand from your clit to play with both of Minho’s nipples, something he never will admit that he likes. He starts twitching inside you, his wrists pulling against the handcuffs harder than ever. He feels his orgasm right on the edge until you stop.

You just stop. Instead of lowering back onto him, you pull yourself off of his cock and lay back, resting on your elbows as you wait for him to react. He bucks his hips in the air at nothing, cock still twitching. Sweat runs down his forehead as he whines from his ruined orgasm.

“Oh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He pulls one last time against the cuffs, one chain breaking and the other cuff swinging open on the side connected to the bed frame. You gasp in fear, scared he’ll be too angry to even look at you. “You’re in for it now, kitten.”

He pounces onto you, pinning you down to the bed so your feet are on the pillows. You know you can’t fight him off at this point. He turns you around so your face is pressed against the bed, but he ruthlessly grabs your hair and pulls your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His expression can only be described as lustful anger, the darkness in his eyes combining with the snarl on his face to create a terrifying sight.

And yet, despite the horrific situation, you’re absolutely dripping.

“If you want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.” He spanks your ass with his bare hand, creating a handprint on your skin. The mewls coming from your mouth are absolutely pathetic, and Minho is living for it. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you dumb.”

With your body flat against the bed, he pushes into your pussy, stretching you out in a matter of seconds. His thrusts are merciless, pounding into you from behind while his hands grip your hips. Drool drips from your mouth to the bed with every motion of his, and you can’t moan anything other than a hoarse “daddy~”

An arm swings around your waist, pulling you up against Minho’s chest. While his arm holds you up, his other hand comes around your neck, the pads of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You feel lightheaded from all the pressure, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Color, baby?” Minho grunts into your ear, clearly nearing his climax in no time again. “Cmon, baby. How are you feeling?”

“G-green, daddy. So green.” Your tongue hangs out of your mouth as you moan exactly what Minho wanted to hear. “Feel g-good.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl.” He chokes you harder, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster. You start to tighten around him as his cock rams into your g-spot with ease. As your vision begins to blur, all you can think about is Lee Minho. “Cum on my cock, kitten. Cum for daddy.”

For the first time this morning, you listen to his orders. The walls of your cunt spasm around his cock, locking him in with your wetness as you coat his dick in the juices from your orgasm. He groans against your neck, sucking a quick hickey on the side where his hand isn’t covering.

Coming down from your high, his thrusts start to get sloppy. The familiar twitching feeling of his cock shoots through you, the overstimulation taking hold of your aching pussy. Your whines go from pleasureful to painful, his cock tearing your pussy apart.

“Now I’m gonna fill you with my cum and you’re not gonna stop me, alright?” He spanks your ass again with the arm that was holding you up, your body falling limp onto the bed with your ass still in the air. As your body falls, his hand around your neck jumps to your hips. He pulls you closer to him by your lips, his cock hitting deeper inside you than before. “Your body is mine, princess.”

“My body is yours, daddy!” He lets out a string of curses and pet names as he shoots his load into you, filling you with his hot cum just like he said he would. You’re too braindead to feel anything other than fullness. His twitching cock holds still against your walls, fully bottomed out as he releases. Minho spanks you one more time before pulling out of you, watching his cum drip out of you before he pushes it back in with his finger, two of his digits thrusting shallowly inside you.

Minho catches his breath and falls back against the pillows. He pulls on your leg in an attempt to get you to get up and go cuddle with him, which you obviously do. His arms wrap around you as he kisses your forehead, holding you as close to him as possible. Your cheeks heat up as you feel his cum continue to drip out of you.

“I’m not actually mad at you, sweetheart. Please remember that.” His kisses continue from your forehead to your nose to your cheeks. “You did so well for me. You always take me so well.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You lift your head up to kiss his lips for the first time that morning. “Can we shower now?”

“You go in before me. I’ll join you in a minute.” You raise your body off of him before realizing that your legs are still jelly. Falling back onto his chest, you both laugh, his arms wrapping around you again. “Alright, I guess not.”

“That just gives us more time to cuddle, right?”

“Of course, baby. More time to cuddle.”

[always-against-the-grain]

on your own time

Summary: continuation of the morning after

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader

It had been over a week since your last hook-up with Negan. And he was craving you again.

He caught up with you in a hallway this morning.

“Hey, Eddie,” he called for you, spinning Lucille in his hand.

“Sup boss, what can I do for ya?” You decelerated to a stop and put your back to the wall.

He leaned in, bracing himself on the wall with his free hand. Your heart began to pound, and you felt your body temperature rise.

“There’s a lot you can do for me,” he said softly, his voice still rough, however.

“It’s been a while. What do you say we catch up?” He paused, “I forgot what that body feels like”

Your clit tingled at his words.

“Oh, you remember. That’s why you’re asking,” you cleverly responded.

“Haha, you might be on to something, doll. But that’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, okay,” you smiled.

“7 work?”

“Yes, daddy,” you teased.

“Mmmhhh,” he let out through his nose.

“I’ll see you tonight” he pushed himself off the wall and gently pinched your chin, grazing his thumb on it, before he walked away to do Negan things.

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Later that evening, Negan barged through your door.

A young man named Jack rolled off the full-size bed and thudded on the floor, squirming to button his pants, his hands jittering at Negan’s presence.

Once Jack was buttoned up, Negan gestured at him to leave.

“Get” Negan nodded at the door.

Jack swiftly grabbed his boots and shirt, holding his ítems against his chest as he did a quick walk-of-shame towards the door.

Negan aggressively grabbed him by the forearm before he reached his exit and calmly growled at him, “don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Jack nodded in understanding.

“Negan...” you started, straightening out the hem of your white shirt.

You didn’t know if to explain yourself or be pissed that he interrupted your action.

“What the fuck was that doll?”

“What the Fuck was what? You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I damn well plea—”

“Quiet” he put an open hand up, slowly closing it into a fist as he lowered his arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere tonight, young lady?”

“We said 7,” you counter-argued, “it’s not even—”

You looked at your clock on your nightstand: 7:30

“Awh shit,” you said to yourself.

“‘Awh shit’ is right,” Negan walker closer to you, to the corner of your room.

Negan set Lucille against the wall next to the file cabinet where the walls met. You used that metal furniture as a dresser. He took off his leather jacket to set on top of the cabinet.

“Fuck. Negan, my bad, we were smoking, and I lost track of time.”

Negan leaned against the file cabinet, crossing his arms, not caring much about your excuse.

“So you were just gonna let me fuck you right after Jack?”

“No- I- we were just gonna give each other head” As you said those words aloud, you realized that wasn’t much better.

“Oohh you’re DIRTY dirty. I like dirty, but you stood me up girl and that is unacceptable. And for me to walk in on you..” Negan clenched his fists, replaying the image of another man on top of you.

“You’ve pissed me off, doll,” He said explicitly.

You smiled a little, amused at Negan being riled up, “are you, are you jealous?”

“Shu— Be. Quiet.” He bent his neck side to side, like he was preventing from morphing into a supernatural being.

Negan took a deep breath and pushed himself off the filing cabinet, and launched himself to you.

“I see you’ve gotten too comfortable around me” He gripped your jaw and cheeks together.

“You need to be reminded who’s in charge”

“And we’re 30 minutes behind schedule, and that’s coming out of your end. Are you gonna make it up to me, doll?”

You nodded in his grip.

Negan leaned in to kiss you, his lips barely hovering above yours, before pulling away, leaving you craving his touch.

He carelessly released you from his grasp, even giving your noggin a slight push.

He began unbuckling his belt, making it obvious what he wanted from you.

You helped him pull his undergarment down, just enough for his dick to spring free.

You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. You heard Negan contain a raspy groan within his throat.

Once you brought him in deeper, he held your head in place and began to shallowly fuck your mouth.

You sucked harder, increasing the pressure around his member.

“Ah, yes. You dirty girl,” he praised you, “just like that.”

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.

I’m not saying that you thought to yourself.

He lightly smacked your face while his dick was in your mouth, “say it”

You refused. You kept sucking him off, hoping that you would cause enough pleasure to make him not care whether you said it or not.

That didn’t work. He pulled your hair close to your scalp, the taut strands causing intense but dull pain.

“Mmmmm,” you groaned, mildly uncomfortable with your hair being pulled.

“Say it” he clenched his fist more forcibly, causing a slightly harder pull on your hair, while also pushing himself to further, causing you to gag briefly before he returned to his original depth.

“I’m yours” your words muffled with his dick in your mouth.

“That’s right” he trusted a few more times before pulling out.

“Undress,” he ordered while he stroked himself.

You shimmed off your pants and pulled off your shirt, while Negan kicked off his boots.

Once you were completely undressed, you laid back on your elbows, legs spread at a natural distance, knees dangling off the edge, ready for reciprocation.

“What the fuck are you doing, doll?” Negan asked, almost rhetorically, “Turn around.”

You were a little caught off guard, as Negan had attended to your needs first in the past.

“Com’n doll, don’t keep wasting my time tonight.”

As you flipped yourself over, Negan slapped your ass hard.

“Fuck” you groaned, initially at the sting, then at the pleasure of the burn.

Negan pushed yourself lower back down into the mattress before you had a chance to create an arch yourself.

“You earned yourself a hard fucking Eddie,” he toyed with your vulva with his hard dick.

He spread your juices in sync with each word he spoke. “And. You’re. Gonna. Take. It. All.”

He entered you and filled you the brim.

He felt incredible as always.

He fucked you hard and slow. Before picking up pace. Eventually reaching a moderate pace, still inserting himself all the way with each thrust.

You felt your search for orgasm plateau, going nowhere near release. Negan was relatively quiet, only softly grunting once in a while.

You turned your head to face him, checking to see where his mind was.

You instantly caught his death glare.

Oh, he was fucking for sport tonight.

He roughly pushed your head so you’d face away from him, and he held the back of your neck to the mattress.

He decided to share his jealous thoughts with you, well, in a way.

“You can fuck whoever you want. But when I’m fucking you, you’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He gave you a brutal thrust.

“That pretty mouth is mine.” He continued as he briefly forced two fingers inside it.

“This ass is mine.” you felt his spit dribble over your other hole.

He began sliding a thumb in.

You clenched and tilted your hips away from him in response.

He pulled out his digit and smacked your ass cheek, “you are gonna let me in, so its best if you relax.”

He attempted to insert his thumb again, and you tensed up once more, having only had anal once before, with him, so you’re your relaxing methods weren’t up to tune.

Smack.

“Relax.”

Once his entire thumb was is in it was bearable than the initial intrusion.

He started thrusting at pace again and simultaneously wiggled his thumb inside you’re puckered hole.

“Ugh fuck baby,” you moaned.

“Baby? Nuh-uh, you don’t get to call me that.”

He pulled out his thumb and punished you with the reinsertion.

“I’m- I’m sorry”

His hard fucking and digit-play built your orgasm towards release

“Come doll. I know your there” he wiggled his thumb faster

“Ughhh” you came, body going limp.

Negan jackhammered into your oversensitive body, you almost had to tell him to stop before he pulled out and ejaculated on your spine.

Negan scooped some of his release form your skin and brought around your head to your mouth, “here, to get the taste of Jack out of your mouth”

You willingly sucked his finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s my dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear.

He looked for your shirt to wipe your back clean, so you’d think of him in the future when it was time to wash it.

He crawled into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. You felt his flaccid dick in the crevice of your ass.

“You alright, Ed?” he noticed you in a haze.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you were slightly confused as to who you were to Negan now, a mistress? A potential wife? His cum slut?

“Did I make up for my fuck up?” You asked

“Of course. Unless you want to repent some more?” He gently bit your shoulder.

“I mean, I do want more, but you had this look tonight. I mean, it was hot, but the whole thing right before...” you trailed off, not knowing how to ask Negan what your relationship status was.

“Listen, I know I don’t own you. I know you’re a sexual woman, and I love that shit. Just don’t eat your food in front of me”

You picked up what he was putting down. When it was Negan’s time, you were his. What you did on your time was fair game.

“Now that we got that outta the way, let me know when you want me to fuck you again. Whatever you want, hard, fast, slow, in your ass” he pressed on you with his last words.

“Anything you want,” he added as he leaned in for the first kiss of the night.

[mimento-more]

Bucky Barnes x reader – R U Mine?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x female!reader and a bit of Zemo x reader 

Type: smut, 18+ no minors accepted, fluff at the end

Warnings: TFATWS EP 3 SPOILERS, knife k!nk, daddy k!ink, dom/sub relationship, jealous s3x, bl0wjobs, f!ngering, chok!ng k!ink, trauma.

A/N: all of this started with this damn photo, i wish we had this oufit even without the mask because of Bucky’s trauma. 

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y/n, Sam, Bucky and Zemo were on a mission to find who recreated the super soldier serum and the clues led to Madripoor, a place that welcomed all the criminals and wanted people of the earth.

The only problem was that to enter the wicked city they had get undercover, which was not so bad for Sam and y/n, but Bucky had to pretend to be the Winter Soldier again and the only the idea scared both him and his girlfriend y/n.

They knew that this will bring back horrible memories for the super soldier but needed to have this shit get done so they could go back to their lifes.

The thing was, Bucky didn’t knew that his doll liked his Winter Soldier costume so much and sometimes she fantasized about him wearing it during their sex sessions. The leather, the mask and even the eyeliner turned the girl on so much that she had to satisfy herself every time she thought about it.

They were in Zemo’s private jet but Madripoor was near so they had to get dressed for their roles and Bucky hated the role of her loved one: being Zemo’s lover. The thought of the criminal touching her made his blood boil with anger and jealousy that he could kill Zemo right there and then take his girl in every way possible.

They landed; The Smiling Tiger, The Baron, The Winter Soldier and the Baroness were ready to complete their mission.

y/n was between Bucky and Zemo when she eyed her boyfriend: short jelled hair with a piece that had fallen on his forehead, dark black eyeliner that covered his steal blue eyes and made them even more threatening than normal, the black mask that covered his plumped juicy lips that only her got the chance to kiss all night and then the leather outift with the straps that made him even more dangerous like a madman in his strength jacket, the leather pants that hugged his thighs so well that they made him even more hotter and let me say what other thing they fit well… they showed everything under there. And for last his metal arm: the arm that she loved so much when he chocked her and played with her pussy, the cold feeling in contrast with her warm insides drived her mad.

y/n had to look away from his god-like body because she had problems to control herself in that moment, but she didn’t know that Bucky caught her starring at him like a kid stared at their favourites candies. He always thought that his doll had a thing for dark attitudes and dangerous man, after all she was with him, but didn’t know that she found his alter ego attractive and that thing turned him on so much that he felt himself twitch in his pants. When the mission would be completed he will have fun breaking her baby doll.

They arrived at the bar where Zemo knew that Powerbrocker would be. “Who are these three people?” asked the barista at the Baron.

“Smiling tiger, you already met him before, the Winter Soldier and my wife y/n.” said Zemo putting an arm around the girl’s hips and pulling her close to him.

“What do you want?” told the black man. “We are here to meet Selki” answered the man with his thick sokovian accent.

“You are not welcomed here. Guards take them out!” yelled at the boys dressed in black.

“солдат, атака.” (soldat, attack). Said Zemo putting y/n behind him to protect her from the soldier.

Bucky in that moment wanted to kill Zemo more than ever, he knew that he had to play the part of Winter Soldier again but this was like being him again and he didn’t want that. He was punching the guards and throwing people all over the bar, when they attacked him he felt a rush of adrenaline and in his mind only the words “attack” “protect” were heard.

y/n didn’t know why but seeing his boyfriend like that sent a shiver through her spine and her pussy clenched, she wished that the soldier did that to her. She wanted to be railed by that rough man.

After that they were taken to Selki, she greeted them and, as they expected, she asked for something in return for her information’s.

“You can have my husband’s soldat. He is very obedient, we will also give you the book to control him.” Said the girl touching Bucky’s mask and neck like he was her favourite play toy. In that moment in Bucky’s mind were only ways to punish her later because he was not her toy but she was his and she loved that.

With their luck, Sam’s phone rang and their cover was crushed to the ground and Selki was dead right in front of them: someone killed her and it was non the group.

They ran and, luckly for them, Sharon appeared and saved their asses again. She had taken the boys and the girl at her house where she would host a party later that night.

“How is the new Captain?” she asked. “Don’t let me talk about it.” Responded Bucky after taking off the mask.

“Well, tonight I will host a party for a client, if you want information’s you better be there.” She said leaving.

“Guys I don’t think me and y/n will take part in this we are kinda tired; Sam can you watch over Zemo for me? Thank you”. Bucky had a plan and he didn’t want anyone to interrupt it.

“Yeah sure, droid. Come’on Baron let’s head upstairs.” Said Sam eyeing the couple but leaving with Zemo.

“Buck what do you have in mind? I wanted to go and party, relax a bit.” Asked the h/c girl.

“Oh doll, you have no idea what I have in mind. Did you really think that I didn’t noticed how you were watching me on the bridge? You were eating me with your eyes, so I thought that maybe I could eat you tonight in return.” Whispered Bucky in her ear. His beath sent sparks to her body, the kind of sparks that only her man could create.

“Come’on now, go on that couch and spread your legs for me like you always do. I want to see how good you are, Doll.” Bucky always had the kind of dominant vibe in him but tonight he would go feral on her; she passed too many lines for his linking.

y/n followed his orders like a good girl she was and spread her legs only for him to see her already soaked panties. She wanted him so badly and his attitude didn’t help her neediness.

He walked to her like a predator still in his Winter Soldier outfit. Tonight he would not be Bucky, he will embrace the Winter Soldier once again. “Doll, I can see from here how wet you are, you little slut.”

He then began to touch her soaked panties and rub circles on her stud clit, he loved the sound she made for him; the whimpers that turned to full moans later on drove him mad. He was so hard but first he had to punish her,after all she left another man touch her without his consent.

“Do you like this doll? Uh? Do you like how your man touch your needy cunt? Would you let another touch you like this? Oh no you won’t, I won’t allow that. You are mine, and mine alone.” He growled near her neck as he leaved bites on her shoulder.

Her dress was very revealing: on long split on her left leg that leaved very poor things to the imagination and Bucky took that like an opportunity to flip her over his leg so her pussy will rub against the muscular thigh.

“why don’t you ride my thigh babydoll? I know you like my legs and how thick they are; so If you want to relieve yourself you will have to hump on it. I will not touch you this time.” He said smirking.

He knew that his girl loved his touch, from his kissed to his metal arm and oh boy she loved that metal arm and he loved to see her come undone under it.

She was humping on his leg, she could feel every detail of his pants, his side pockets touching her wet pussy drove her mad as she moaned in her partner ear. She was a mess, ready to come but as she almost let go, Bucky pulled her up and brought her to her knees.

“you had your little fun, now it’s my turn. I know you like sucking my hard cock like the naughty girl you are.” As he said this, the girl unzipped his leather pants only to discover that he wasn’t wearing underwear. She looked at him surprised and only got an answer like “what did you expect? This pants are too tight to wear it but I know you won’t mind, right?” she nodded with her head and proceeded to set free his throbbing hard cock that she loved so much. She palmed it and spat on her hand to not hurt it and then she began to jerk him off with small circular movements

Bucky had a hard time not to moan, he was a vocal guy after all. His girl was doing a very good job pleasing him like she always does but now she was taking her time, tracing every vein and leaving kisses on his tip.

“Stop teasing me, suck it. I know you want that, if you do a good job I’ll make you come.” He hissed at her.

After hearing that words she took him in her mouth and started bobbing her head along his thick dick. Bucky, tho, had another idea and grabbed the girls hair and pushed his dick even deeper in her throat making her gag. “Ooh girl, you are taking me sooo good, feeling your warm mouth around me makes me even harder, keep going, I might come soon.” He groaned and moaned, she was very proud of what she was hearing, meaning he was feeling good. “Doll, I’m coming. Swallow it. Don’t waste one drop.” He said as he pushed his cock harder in her throat as he came.

He released her head and looked at the vision that was in front of him: her mouth red and with drool on it’s side, eyes full of lust and some tears in them and he could see the arouse leaking from her heat. She was ready to be fucked.

“Doll get up, on the couch once again, spread your legs even wider than before. Would you like me to fuck you here and hard? I will make you feel so good that you won’t be able to walk next morning.”

“Oh yes please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore, Buck.” She whined. “Oh no doll, no Buck in here only Soldat tonight.”

“Yes, Soldat”. “Good girl. Let me take my knives and arms off, wait a second. While I’m doing this why don’t you put on a show for me and touch yourself BUT don’t you dare come.” He said to her.

“Actually, why don’t you use on of your beautiful knives on me Soldat? I always wanted to try that.” She asked her man.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be scared of me next time because once I’d do it there is no turning back.” He warned her.

“I am sure, Soldat. I want you to use it on me, please.”

“What a nice little doll that I have. Fine I will reward you tonight.” He decided. “Now come here, I can’t take it anymore. I want to be inside you so bad.” He growled against her lips as they kissed. He could taste himself on her tongue, not that he minded it. y/n loved his kissed, always passioned and full of love. Bucky Barnes was one hell of a kisser.

He pushed his thick cock in her and heard a loud pornographic moan leave her lips. He loved when she did that. He was going hard and deep in her, feeling her walls clench on him every thrust; at this point she was close and he wanted to feel her come around him.

“Come doll, I know you want to. I want to feel you release around my dick.” He said in a loud voice.

“Oh yes, I will. Thank you Soldat.” She said as she saw white spots in her vision as she came.  

She was a pathing mess. But her man had not finished with her so he pulled out.

“Did you enjoyed it? Well we are not finished yet.” He said to her.

Bucky took is pocket knife out and placed it against her dress: first at its shoulder laces cutting them and giving him a sight of her breast, then he cut from the split and up, destroying the dress that Zemo gave her.

“I liked that dress.” “Doll, I will buy you a better one, I couldn’t leave you in another man’s dress. You are only mine.” He growled and biting her neck. Then he traced the non-cutting part of the knife at are collarbone and went down to her chest and circling her already hard nipples. She let out a moan as he did that and so he went on, keeping going down to her belly and then her thighs careful not to harm her. She was so good to him.

“Do you like it, baby doll?” he asked before continuing. “Yes, yes I like it, please continue, please.”

That flipped a switch in him; he put the knife on her clit and started stroking it while his metal arm went around her throat like she liked.

“YES! Yes please, choke me daddy. PLEASE I BEG YOU!” her mind was in the clouds at that moment, even speaking was hard.

“You always know what to say to me, baby girl. Daddy will take good care of you.”

As he said that she came once again but this time it was not on him but on his favourite knife. He liked this new kink of hers.

“What a naughty slut you are, cumming on my favourite knife like that. You like danger honey.” He stated.

“I like you, you are dangerous Soldat.” She responded.

After all this plaything he was rock hard once again, precum leaking from his tip. He wanted her so bad.

“I will fuck your brains out, last time to pull back.” “Please, rail me daddy. I’m only yours.”

He went inside her once again, thrusting deep and hard. His mind only telling him to pleasure himself this time. He was pounding so hard that the girl felt a bit of pain but the pleasure she was receiving was too much to even comprehend.

“Doll, I’m close. I will come inside, okay?” he asked still thrusting in her.

“Yee yes yes yes, please come inside me, I want your cum daddy.” Her mind was long gone at that moment.

With one final thrust he finished inside. He pulled off and saw his thick cum coming out of her hole and he spread it around her clit as his hand leaved her throat.

They laid on the couch for a bit. Bucky put her on top of him so he could cuddle her and stroke her beautiful h/c hair. “Did you like it? Tell me if I went a bit too far but when I saw Zemo touching you like that I couln’t control myself. Are you mine, doll?” he asked.

“Always, Buck.” y/n said as she listened to his heartbeat.

[redhoodieone]

Too Late to Apologize Part 2

A/N: Part 2!!!!

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Oral Sex on girl, and a tiny bit of Smut.

I didn’t know what to expect when Jason grabbed my hand and literally dragged me all the way to his penthouse in Gotham. Of course, it wasn’t what I expected at all. It was my first time actually being there and I was quite surprised with how low key and comfortable it was.

While Dick requested a lot of help from Bruce’s female interior designers to give his penthouse a lavish and rich look in dark blue, white, and even black colors. His staircase is made with glass to match the humongous wide windows, and he has several pieces of modern furniture that no one is allowed to sleep on. He has historic and expensive art pieces on walls, bright lights hanging down to give a warm glow, and even a statue of the beautiful goddess Aphrodite.

Dick’s apartment is impressive, I admit. But something about Jason’s penthouse feels cozy and mellow.

After Jason locks his front door, I’m given a little more time to investigate his place. All his walls are painted black, and he does have a lot of windows that match Dick’s that show him the view of dark Gotham. Jason’s home decor may seem basic, but I can see he’s quite happy with just what he needs: two red couches and two leather recliner seats that are made for home theaters, a huge flatscreen TV with surround sound, a big toasty fireplace, and a tasteful long white fur rug in front of the TV and fireplace.

While Dick’s penthouse may have a lot of pictures and pricey artifacts on the walls and tables, it seems like Jason mainly focused to decorate his kitchen and dining room more. Jason’s dining room consists of a very big white dining room table and what catches my eyes are the many pictures of his family and friends that are on the wall in the same room.

His kitchen is EXACTLY what I would want. While he does have high class kitchen appliances, I totally envy his huge restaurant style ice cream machine and theater-like popcorn machine.

I hear Jason turn on his fireplace. I make my way back to the living room and see he’s already kicked off his boots. He looks up at me almost shyly. “Do you like my place?”

“Yeah. I really like your ice cream and popcorn machines,” I say.

“I know this place isn’t exactly...cool like Dick’s. I...I don’t really have any expensive taste. I’m nothing like him.”

I frown at him when he takes a seat on his couch. He keeps his eyes down and fiddles around with his hands in his lap. I take off his leather jacket and move to sit close to him.

“I’m actually...relieved you’re nothing like him. If you were, I don’t think I would even be here,” I say softly.

Jason finally looks into my eyes and appears confused. “What do you even like about me?” he whispers.

“I really like how you’re always yourself. You may try to come off as tough and bad, but deep down, you really come through for people you care about. You always put others first, and from what I hear from your family, you always try so hard to be good, and you may think that’s not enough, but the fact that you keep trying makes you more than good in the first place,” I confess.

Jason’s green eyes shine with unshed tears.

I unconsciously look down to his lips and lick my own. I’m still staring at his mouth. “And the fact that you don’t have to show off everything you are or what you have is wonderful. I mean...you’re a true badass Jason. But being here in your home, with you, just proves that you’re a serious, intimate guy, and maybe that’s the kind of guy I really need in my life,” I whisper breathlessly.

I can feel my breathing pick up. Jason’s eyes dart to my lips and back to my eyes. I can smell his delicious cologne and I shamelessly move closer to him. And from the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind it.

“You can kiss me,” I whisper, before I realize I’m putting myself out there. “If you want.”

When it looks like Jason might be having second thoughts or is just hesitating, I immediately fear the worst. My heart sinks down to my stomach, and I’m afraid I’m going to puke or ugly cry in his home.

Jason leans closer to me instead. Our lips are close enough to touch if he or I leans in more.

“Are you sure?” Jason whispers.

“I’m sure that I’ll die if you don’t,” I admit.

And on that note, Jason slams his lips against mine; like a starving man who needs to fill himself. I kiss back as much as I can, but it’s clear from the get go that Jason leads and takes charge, which is something I’m definitely okay with.

I open my mouth teasingly; hoping to get a rise out of the sexiest man who’s kissing me as if he’s the one who’s going to die. I quickly close my lips tightly, but Jason growls against my mouth, and uses one of his large hands to hold my jaw still. He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and we each take turns tasting and learning every little thing we each like.

Like how Jason loves having his bottom lip being bitten and nibbled on.

Like how I enjoy his hands all over my face and body.

Suddenly, he takes charge again and pulls back from my sore wet mouth. His lips move to my jawline and neck, where he peppers kisses, licks, and sucks my flesh; leaving me love bites I’ll be adoring in the morning.

Jason reluctantly pulls back again and I can see the lust in his hazy eyes. “Get naked and lie down on the rug, sweetheart. I’m going to show your sweet pussy all the love it deserves,” he says breathlessly.

I waste no time. I scramble off the couch and rip off my t-shirt. After I remove my shoes, socks, jeans and panties, I realize I never even wore a bra. I glance up at Jason and am shocked to see he’s already naked and stroking his hard cock.

“Like what you see?” Jason smirks.

I’m frozen. I know my mouth is hanging open, and I must be drooling. I want to taste him so much.

“Lie down doll, or you won’t be getting a taste afterwords.”

I force myself to get on the rug and lie down on my back. I take a peek down at my pussy and am relieved I shaved a day ago. Even if Dick never went down on me, I only groomed myself to be comfortable.

Jason drops down to his knees and pushes open my thighs as if he’s opening his Christmas present. His eyes leave mine, and his gaze travels down from my tits to my pussy. I can hear him groan quietly, he licks his lips as he stares down hungrily at my pussy.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so wet. You look good enough to eat,” Jason says roughly. He catches my eyes and leans down to closer to my pussy. “Holy shit, you even smell good enough to eat.”

I can feel myself blushing like crazy right now.

“Keep your eyes on me, Y/N. I want to see you fucking cum so hard in my mouth,” Jason commands.

I push myself up on my elbows. While we keep eye contact, Jason smiles and I watch his tongue lick from my opening to my clit. I gasp breathlessly, as he smirks and uses his fingers to open me wider. He slips a finger inside me.

“Oh my God...Jason,” I moan.

Jason adds another finger inside. He pushes them in and out fast. The squelching sounds from my wetness makes my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I fucking love how wet you sound. That just means when I fuck you, I’ll be able to fuck you as hard and deep as you want.”

Jason’s words turn me on more and I’m forced to grip the rug with both hands just to hold me steady.

I look back down at him and see that he’s ready to up his game. No more little touches. No more teasing. It’s on.

Jason’s tongue flicks my clit harder. Now with three fingers inside me, he fucks me harder and faster. He curls his fingers and expertly hits my g-spot every time. Jason quickly licks my clit side to side and sucks it gently and then puts a little more pressure against it. Jason moans against me; the vibrations send shockwaves throughout my body. It’s like Jason is actually turned on and is getting off himself while he’s getting me off.

“Oh my fuck!!! J-Jay! I’m gonna cum! I need to cum, please!” I beg loudly. The stimulation from my g-spot and his mouth licking and sucking my pussy with everything he has is driving me to the edge.

But I just need that one last push.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I want your cum. Fucking cum, now,” Jason demands.

He continues to finger me hard. He sucks my clit one last time and I gush hard into his mouth.

“JAY!!!! Oh-fuck!!!!” I scream in ecstasy.

My pussy tightens around his fingers. I whine in between gasps. My body jerks and Jason actually has to hold my thighs apart so I don’t crush his head and break his neck or something.

Jason licks my clit again and I squirm in his grip. I’m far too sensitive now.

“Oh my God...that was...that was soo fucking good,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Yeah it was! You fucking squirted all over me, doll,” Jason chuckles.

I turn my head to the side and blush hard.

“Aw, sweetheart. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about that. That was really fucking hot,” Jason says and moves up so he’s on top of me. I can feel his big hard cock below my stomach. “And besides, I haven’t actually made a girl do that before.”

I turn my face towards his. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. A lot of girls aren’t patient about it. But you...you actually let me take my time and focus on you,” he says and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue but it doesn’t actually bother me. “And now that I’ve tasted you and know that you can do that, I can’t wait to get you to do it again.”

I slowly grin up at him just as Jason moves a hand between us to guide his cock near my pussy.

“You ready for the big finale, doll?”

I smirk. “Show me what you can do, Todd.”

Jason smiles, and he shoves his cock inside my pussy.

[lubdubsworld]

Make you mine.

One Shot.

!8 +

Hoseok x OC

Angst , fluff 

OC is a popular solo idol  in love with street dancer Jung Hoseok. 

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“One date. Come on...let me take you out for coffee. Once, just once?” I sounded like a broken record at this point , hands gripping his arm as he leaned against the table, writing out something about positions on his notebook. 

Jung Hoseok, impatient as always, gave me a shove, causing me to trip and land on my butt.

“Ow.” I muttered glaring at him. He stared down at me, unimpressed. 

“I told you not to come in here when I’m working. No. I won’t get coffee with you. Now go climb into that million dollar car of yours and get the fuck away from me.” He said sharply and i flinched at the coldness in his tone. 

I swallowed. Grinning wide, i ignored the sharp sting of his rejection. i could process the hurt later. For now, i had to change tactics. Lifting myself up, I rubbed my tailbone , moving closer and trying to peer into his notebook. 

“Okay...no coffee..” I smiled, touching his arm gently and pulling back again when he glared pointedly at me., “ That’s fine . What’s your plan when this ends? I don’t have anything on my schedule for the next two hours. We could just hang out? Talk about stuff? Your sister told me you’ve been working on a mixtape recently? I’d love to listen ....”

Hoseok groaned.

“Leah, go get your fucking hair done or buy out the latest Gucci collection or whatever it is that you rich snobby bitches do in your free time. Stop hounding me... we have  nothing  in common? Why on earth would i want to hang out with you?” He snapped. 

I shrugged.

“Because of my rocking hot bod and angelic voice? Because I happen to be the nation’s sweetheart? Because i got voted, “most likely to offer you her umbrella in a thunderstorm “ last week? I’m kind and beautiful and sexy. I can cook you your favorite dishes  and  suck your dick under the table while you’re eating it? “ 

One of his students, who just happened to be drinking water a couple of feet away from us, spat it all back out, wheezing as he gave me a look of horror. 

I gave him a sweet smile and a wave. He blushed red and smiled wide at that and my smile faltered. \

 I was sick of the adoration, sick of the applause, the praise , the compliments and the flattery. Sick of the stage itself and I couldn’t wait for my contract to end this year. I wanted to get back to songwriting and singing in my studio. Releasing vocal tracks only. No more make up or pastel dresses or bunny years. No more aegyo in fansigns , no more pretending to get scared by fucking confetti on the stage. No more giggling when a guy looks at me. No more shying away from anything even remotely adult because i was delicate. 

I was drawn out of my thoughts by Hoseok clearing his throat. 

“So you’re not leaving?” He tilted his head in question.

“I love you.” I said simply. 

Hoseok sighed, reaching out and gripping my elbow hard. He yanked me close, till I was right in front of him and I licked my lips, shamelessly staring at the plump redness of his lips. He gripped me harder at that, fingers digging into the tender flesh of my arm and I gasped.

My entire body sang at the contact and it was impossible to explain how it made me feel. Hoseok looked angry. He was angry. But I didn’t particularly care. Not when he was touching me like this.

I stared at his face, his beautiful fucking face with the sharp angular features, his dreamy body ,broad shoulders and lean waist,  those mile long legs and those thick thighs. 

I wanted something raw and real and heady and strong and there was nothing more breathtaking than the man in front of me. A  real  man. The kind of man you wouldn’t mind getting on your knees for, even in public. the kind of man who makes your breath catch in your lung. Makes your lips part and your thighs wet.

 He smiled. 

“You don’t know what the fuck love is, you little--- ” He shook his head , swallowing the insult and I bit my lips, making to move closer but his grip tightened holding me away from his body. Pain began shooting up y arm but I ignored it. 

“Then show me...I want you.  “ I said softly.

“I’m not a sextoy you can buy because you saw me in a catalogue. if you’re horny go fuck one of your cotton candy haired oppas. ” his free hand shot up, gripping my jaw . 

I wanted to scream . 

“That’s not what this is.” I choked a little when his thumb slipped down to my neck and squeezed . I kept my eyes trained on him, refusing to back away. I’d done a lot of that in the early months. But after nine months, this crush or whatever sure wasn’t going away. and i wasn’t even going to try denying how badly I wanted him. 

“What is it then? Because right now all I’m seeing is a desperate little slut, so eager for attention she’s willing to beg for my di-”

“Hob-ah...let her go.” Min Yoongi’s calm voice rang out from behind us and hoseok smirked. He stepped away and I knew he’d bruised my chin and my arm. But I resisted the urge to rub against the skin. 

“One date.” I whispered. “Please.”

He smiled , his face softening .

“Never in a million years. Get the fuck out of here before I call security.” 

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Yoongi watched Hoseok go through the routine one more time, flat on his back, head cradled in his arms . 

“Why do you keep refusing that girl?” He called out . 

Hoseok didn’t stop dancing.

“Cos I don’t like her.” he grunted, hips rolling in tune to the music, sweat dripping down his neck. 

Yoongi scoffed.

“You do know I’ve seen your search history right? For someone who doesn’t like her you sure spend way too many of your waking hours watching her fancams. ‘ 

That made Hoseok pause.

“Whatever hyung, she’s just joking around. “ 

“For nine whole months? i think she means business.”

“What business? Fuck me once and leave... not into that.” 

“ Or maybe she wants to get to know you...”

“What’ there to know hyung... nothing that would interest someone like her, for sure. She probably spends more many a day than i make in a month. I’m nowhere near her level.”

Yoongi sighed. 

Hoseok’s mind seemed to be made up. 

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When i first heard that they wanted me to debut Solo, I’d been so flattered. Debuting solo meant I would have no one else to please or get along with. i could do my own thing and just the fact that they trusted me enough for that made me feel on top of the world. 

But as time went by , I realized that all it meant was I would be saddled with bone-crushing loneliness.

Alone in the waiting rooms.

Alone on the stage. 

Alone while the other female artists crowded together. 

It was lonely on the top and I had to smile and laugh through it all. 

But the loneliness was most pronounced when I was stuck without a friend. A girl i could confide in and trust . 

When everything is silent and quiet,  that is when the loneliness inside you screamed the loudest. 

I sat with my knees drawn up , leaning against the wall  and staring out of the bay windows, watching the rain pound the glass.

And in the vast emptiness of my apartment, it was always silent and quiet. 

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“Alright , that’s it!!!” Hoseok grabbed my arm, hauling me straight off the small stool i was sitting on and I yelped, surprised.

“Hoseok-”

“Get the fuck out of here. I know for a fact that you’re only looking for someone to play around with and I’m not going to be the poor pathetic sod who get caught on camera with you only to get hated on and cancelled and whatever the fuck else your cult does..... I want you out of my life.!!” He shouted and I dug my heels into the ground, yanking my arm away from him.

“I don’t fucking care about any of that. My contract ends in two months ...I’m not going to sign back on with my damned company!! They can’t control who i see and neither can my fans!!” 

“You’re going to quit your company...? the biggest label in the country? You expect me to believe that?!” He scoffed.

“It’s true! I’ve had enough of being on the stage. I don’t enjoy it anymore ! All its done is “  left me sad and alone and without a single friend. 

‘”Paid for all your ridiculously expensive lifestyle?” He sneered.

I sighed.

“You’re obsessed with my money Hoseok. I’ve never flaunted it in front of you. I’d be happy eating dukkbeokkie from a street stall with you. I don’t care about money or my company.” 

“Really? you don’t care about your company?” he shook his head in disbelief . 

“I don’t.” i insisted. 

“then how about this. I’ll be done with the day at nine o clock tonight. Meet me at the dance studio at ten. Come alone. just you. And not in that flashy car of yours. Take a fucking cab. Don’t bring your fucking bodyguard or your manager. Don’t even tell them where you’re going. If you can do that, I’ll believe you.” He said softly. 

I swallowed. 

“I...that’s... that’s dangerous.”

He scoffed.

“Thought so. Your money and your label is a part of you. And they’re things i can’t stand. So just stop-”

“Okay!” I blurted out, heart pounding. 

Hoseok stopped talking, staring at me with a frown. 

“What?” 

“Okay.. i’ll... I’ll take a cab from my apartment.... I’ll come meet you at the studio. “ I whispered. 

“Don’t be a fucking idiot.” He said harshly.

I felt my anger rise. 

“You asked me whether I can put aside my money and label.... I can! I fucking can!” 

“Just leave Leah! ” He turned on his heel.

“I’m going to be there!! At ten , tonight. And if I show up and you don’t, let’s just admit that you’re a fucking coward, Jung Hoseok!!!” I screamed at him.

He didn’t even look back. 

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The studio is deserted. 

Of course it is. 

Feeling a little bit like a fool, I wrap my arms around myself, sinking into the shadows as I walk up and down the hallways. Its still just a little past ten. I could wait a while. Just in case he changed his mind. 

Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. 

I swallowed, the darkness seeming to close in on me. 

Footsteps made my ears perk up but then anxiety spiked when i heard unfamiliar voices.

“....she fucking pants after him like a bitch in heat and the bastard is too much of a pussy to take her up on the offer.” One of them says .

“I know. Holier than thou Hoseok. Fucking prick. Like if you don’t want that a grade cunt, why not just pass it on to one of us huh?”

“....fuck ...just wanna run into her in some dark alley. I’ll stuff my fingers in her whore mouth and give it to her nice and hard , like she obviously wants. “ 

Nausea rising, I stumbled to my feet and made to move away but they had already turned the corner, both of them stopping at the sight of me. 

I felt my heart leap up into throat... stark terror blooming inside me. I opened my mouth to scream but my voice wouldn’t come , I was too petrified to even breath. 

I turned on my heel, adrenaline making me run really hard.

I’d barely moved a few inches when i crashed into a very familiar chest.

Strong arms wrapped around me, drawing me into his warmth and i heard Hoseok’s voice growl from above me. 

“You’re fired. “ His voice trembled with rage. “ You have five minutes to get the fuck out of here.” 

Both of them stood frozen.

“Hyungnim...we’re...”

“If you leave right now you’ll be walking out. If not you’re gonna be needing a fucking ambulance , Jaehyun.” 

The sound of them scarpering away made me relax, exhaling in sweet blessed relief as I sagged into his arms. The cry that I couldn’t vocalize earlier came back with a vengeance and i choked, pushing away from him. 

“I... I’m... i need to go.” I sobbed out, my nerves completely frayed as I stumbled a little. Hoseok’s hands reached out gripping my waist when i lost my balance and I flinched trying to pull away.

“Leah...wait. Leah...” He said , sounding upset and i felt like a stupid, pathetic fool. 

“They were right. You’re.... you don’t want me. That’s not your fault...I’m such a... “ The tears threatened but i refused to cry in front of him. That’s what my big, expensive apartment was for.

“Leah...no. Its not fucking true...Fucking look at me, Damn it” He grabbed my shoulders shaking me and i was forced to stare at his face. 

“I like you.” He gritted out. “ Fuck I may even be a little bit in love with you and I feel like the worst kind of bastard, making you come here tonight..alone but i swear I didn’t think you would turn up... It was so fucking reckless baby.... You could’ve gotten hurt, why would you come here....”

“you like me?” I whispered, stunned. 

He stopped , sighing.

“Yes... I do.. Always have. i just... I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea what with who you are and....You deserve someone who can spoil you and I’m far from being made of gold....” 

I cut him off with a kiss, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my lips against his. 

He laughed and kissed me back, lips soft and gentle against mine. 

“It’s a good idea. “ I whispered, nodding my head. 

He hummed, rubbing his nose against mine, gripping my thighs and hauling me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him. 

“We have a lot to talk about.” He said softly. 

“We do.” i agreed.

His lips pressed against mine again. 

“But than can wait?” He asked softly.

“Yes it can.” 

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author’s note : just a snipper for that prompt i wrote earlier :D I’ll probably make one more part of this later :D 

[brittababbles]

Target Practice

Din Djarin x female reader          

Authors Note/Warnings: Well… this is Young Din, and Young Din was a wild child. He’s about 23 here. So… warnings, let’s see. A hint of dub con, various somewhat light bdsm elements (tying up, blindfolding, biting without drawing blood, overstimulation), possessive Din, drug use, Din’s a mean lover. I don’t know you guys, this just kind of came out…

You ever have the feeling you’re being watched? you think, feeling the hair on your scalp prickle slightly.

Even across the hanger, easily a thousand meters away, with at least ten people between you, you can feel the Mandalorian’s gaze upon you. It makes you shiver, though certainly not from cold. Hardly. The hanger is hotter than sin today. You’ve stripped down to a thin, practically transparent slip of a shirt and a tight pair of shorts. Which is maybe what is drawing his gaze. Maybe.

You swivel on the spot and return his stare, meeting the line of his visor solemnly. He’s leaning casually against the loading ramp of his ship, the ship you’d worked so hard to repair over the last week. He’s completely ignoring the activity behind him as the crew loads the Razor Crest for a job. No, he’s not interested in that. He’s interested in the long expanse of bare skin of your legs, the way your top clings to your breasts. You can’t even see his face, but you can feel it in his stare.

It wasn’t completely unjustified. You were lovers, of a sort.

You’d never once seen his face; no one had, as far as you were aware. But you knew enough. He was a 20-something young human man under all that beskar. Young, and fiery. It came out in waves as he pounded your body into his mattress.

You tried hard not to think about what he did when he was off the station. You’d heard that Twi’lek cackling as she retold the story in the cantina.

Target practice…

Not that you were surprised particularly. It was just so… brutal.

But that wasn’t an especially unwarranted descriptor when it came to Mando. Brutal.

You turn your attention back to the blaster you’re repairing, and with the comings and goings of ships in the hanger, manage to miss the Razor Crest’s exit. When you look back up, he’s gone.

The job will take hours. You shrug to yourself and focus on your work.

When you straighten your spine several hours later, it’s quiet in the hanger. A few odd engineers are scattered about the large room, but otherwise there’s very little movement. Deciding you need a break from your small pile of half-repaired weapons, you stand and stretch, reaching your arms toward the ceiling and arching your back.

A gloved hand snaked around your throat. There’s no pressure, but you gasp all the same.

“Come with me,” his modulated voice growls in your ear.

You put up no fight. Why would you fight him when a faint buzz is growing in your belly? He steers you almost mechanically through the corridors, passing nobody along the way until he reaches his quarters. Without a word he opens the door and shoves you inside.

He’s on you in an instant, crowding you, pressing you backward into the bed. His beskar is cold; you can feel it through your shirt easily.

“Looking so pretty, out there where anyone can see you, hmm?” he hums softly, pinning you beneath him.

Abruptly something cool snaps closed around your wrists, and he deftly adjusts your arms until he can lock the binders to the thin metal bars that make up the headboard of his bed. You squirm, adjusting to your new position, as he leans back to admire the way you’re stretched out before him.

“So lovely. But even in this, I think there’s more to see,” he says.

He caresses your collarbone gently. Then, abruptly, seizes the neckline of your shirt and rips it clean down the middle. You give a soft squeak of surprise as the much-cooler air of his bunk hits your skin, making your nipples pebble. Mando tears more strategically at the sleeves, ripping the shirt off your body completely. You eagerly lift your hips, allowing him to finish undressing you. Then he wraps the ruin of your shirt around your eyes.

He’s off the bed in an instant. The room goes dark as you stare at the ceiling, already breathing heavy. You hear the sound of metal impacting metal as he discards his armor. There’s the unmistakable hiss of the locks of his helmet, a final muted clang of the beskar hitting the floor, and then silence.

Without warning, he’s between your thighs, making no effort at subtly. He bites harshly at your legs, causing you to yip with each impact.

“Mine,” he growls, “your pretty little legs are mine, cyar’ika.”

His voice is no longer modulated by the helmet. The tenor of his words spread up your spine.

“That pretty face is mine. Your ass? Mine. And this wet little pussy? Whose pussy is this, (y/n)?”

You crane your neck to look at him, knowing full well you can’t see a thing, and gasp out your answer as he slowly sinks a finger inside you for emphasis.

“Yours” you whimper.

You feel him grin against the skin of your inner thigh.

“That’s right, sweet girl. It’s all mine.”

His lips impact your pussy so suddenly that you find yourself trying to scurry up the bed. He pins you down with one arm slung across your pelvis, slipping the finger on his other hand, already buried inside you, out only to push two in. His tongue swirls around your clit, eagerly laps at your lips, then returns to your clit again. You don’t realize you’re shrieking, only that there’s some sound filling the room. He pulls your orgasm from you rapidly, far faster than you’ve ever come, stroking your insides with a pair of calloused fingers as you clamp tightly around them. Your hips try to buck against the pressure from his arm, but he’s far too strong for you to throw him off. You’re gasping for breath, eyes rolling, when the soft ripple of his laughter finally penetrates your brain.

“Good girl,” he purrs, slipping his fingers out of you and arching over you.

You’re far too out of touch with reality to respond, and barely notice as he reaches off to the side of the bed momentarily.

“These perfect tits are mine too, sweetheart.”

You feel something powdery fall across your chest. The strange, harsh scent hits your nose a moment later. Spice. He presses his face to your breasts and snorts the powdering substance off your skin.

“Oh, Maker,” you groan, unable to contain your words

“Not quite, sweetheart,” Mando mumbles.

He nuzzles against your chest for a moment, though you can practically feel his skin warming under the influence of the spice. His hips are cradled between your legs and you can feel how hard he is against your oversensitive skin. He strokes his fingers over your ribcage before abruptly rearing back to inspect his work on your pussy.

“Think you’re wet enough for me, sweet girl?”

You whimper in response. You can feel the soft press of the head of his cock against your entrance as he waits for your answer.

“Use your words, pretty girl,” he says smugly.

“Yes,” you whisper, “Yes yes yes please…”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He sheaths himself in you in a single thrust, punching the air from your lungs as he does so. The stretch is magnificent, and you gulp in a breath of air before letting out a cry of his name.

“Mando, gods, Mando, please…” you whine as he pounds relentlessly into you.

You have no idea what you’re pleading for, only that it feels like the only thing you can say. Your cries mingle with his grunts of effort. His fingers wrap around one of your ankles and you suddenly find your leg draped over his shoulder. The angle allows him to somehow hit a deeper spot inside you. You can feel your body tightening, the spring under your skin preparing to release. You want to scream, but he’s pounding into you so hard you don’t think you can catch your breath enough to scream.

“Uhn. So tight. So perfect. Come for me, pretty girl,” he growls

As abruptly as the first, this orgasm hits with the force of a sucker punch. You writhe underneath him, shuddering as electricity tears up your spine. You finally let out a scream, feeling your pussy clamp down on him. It doesn’t slow his pace at all, however, and he continues to pound you straight through it. You twist your free leg around his hips in an attempt to draw him closer, fuller inside you somehow, as the throbbing inside you eases slightly.

“Mando, Mando… Mando,” you chant his name at him.

“That’s my girl. That’s my girl,” he answers, equally as mindlessly.

More unexpectedly than anything, your body reacts to his words in a third orgasm so strong you arch off the bed, nearly yanking your shoulders from their sockets in the process. Your vision blinks with stars as your head presses downward, shoving your chest further up into his. This time he groans, and his thrusts lose their rhythm. You’ve got his cock in a vice and his ragged thrusts seems to drag the walls of your pussy with them.

Abruptly, he lets out a loud groan, arching away from you and pulling himself from inside you. You feel something hot spill over your breasts. He groans again and collapses into your chest. You can feel his cock twitching against your thigh. His full weight is on top of you, but the solid mass of his body is oddly comforting in the moment.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he mumbles into your skin.

Lazily, almost as if it’s a reflex than an actual thought, Mando reaches up and unlocks the binders around your wrists. The moment your hands are free, you tangle your fingers in his hair. His curls are lightly dampened with sweat. You scratch your fingernails against his scalp lightly, earning you a languid moan. He slowly arches down your body, coming to rest with his head near your chest.

You’re so distracted by the sensation of his body weight that you don’t notice the catlike licks to your breast until he’s nearly finished. It penetrates your stupefied brain that he’s lapping his own cum off your chest, and the thought alone makes your pussy clinch.

“Mando…maker….Mando…” you pant.

He smiles. You can feel the edges of his teeth on your breast.

“Ready to go again, cyar’ika?” he purrs.

You moan. He chuckles softly.

“I guess so…”

 You wake up on your back, your eyes still covered, aware of the weight of one of his arms slung across your midsection. The room is pitch black, but you make no move to take off the blindfold. You reach out carefully, finding the soft strands of his hair with your fingers. You brush a little curl off his forehead, earning you a soft grunt.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” he mumbles.

You don’t answer but continue to trace his features unseeingly. Mando closes his eyes, seeming to enjoy your touch.

“I’m sorry I was little rough with you last night,” he says slowly.

“A little?” your voice cracks and harmonizes with itself, still recovering from your shrieks of the night before, “Mando, I can still feel you inside me.”

“Good,” he mutters, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his.

He pulls the breath from you with a single, deep kiss. You drape your arms around the back of his neck and twist your fingers into his hair. He gives a soft groan into your mouth, making you shudder under him again.

And then he’s gone, his weight fully removed from you as he unclasps the binders from his bed. You hear the clatter of metal again as he reapplies his armor, then something soft drapes across your chest.

“You can’t walk the corridors like that,” he says slyly.

Unable to find a response, you trace the object on your chest and realize it’s one of his own shirts. You hear the door open, then close, and you abruptly yank off your blindfold.

You’re alone in the room. The ruins of your shirt hang in one hand. The sheets are tangled around you, showing the full evidence of your exertions the night before. Carefully, you shimmy into Mando’s shirt, then hunt up your shorts from yesterday and pull them on. Your legs feel weak, wobbly, and you lean against the wall while getting your bearings.

When you’re sure you can walk the distance to your own quarters, you slip from the room, hoping to catch nobody’s eye as you slink along the corridor. There’s no glint of beskar; Mando’s nowhere to be seen.

When you reach your own bunk, you slide inside and immediately rip his shirt from your body, inspecting the marks he’s left across your breasts, your ribs, your belly. You pull the shirt to your face and inhale his scent slowly before sinking into your own bed, feeling oddly empty without him near.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Bathroom & mirror

Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could request being at a party with Chris and he goes to the bathroom and you follow only for him to lift you on to the sink and eat your 🐱 then bend you over and fuck you hard watching you in the mirror

Warning: smut, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, public place

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word count: 1.2k

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Chris was looking absolutely amazing at the party you both were at. You just wanted to rip his tight shirt off and make love to him. It didn't help that every time you looked at him, his eyes were already on yours, with a smirk on his face. You had to quickly turn away before you ended up melting on the floor.

You took a sip of your wine, feeling it run down your throat. Setting the glass down on the table, you felt a hot breath near your right ear. "I'm going to the bathroom, I hope y'all Join me." 

His words made you shiver. He pulled away and walked to the bathroom. You turned around and looked at him. He turned to look at you, before turning back around and walking to the bathroom. You groaned, hoping out of your seat before making your way to an individual bathroom. Chris was barely in one when he turned around and saw you. He smiled and held the door open for you to come in. You walked into the bathroom, not before Chris slapped your ass. A yelp escaped your lips and you turned around to him. "Chris." He gave you raised eyebrows. "What, I can't slap your ass now?" You rolled your eyes and walked up to him. "It just caught me off guard. He nodded, humming softly.

Chris didn't waste anytime kissing you. His tongue slipped in your mouth making you moan from the warmness. His hands roamed your body before he settled on the bottom of your shirt. After a few minutes of intense kissing, Chris pulled away to take off your shirt, only to attach his lips back on to yours when it was off. You cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss. The sound of your moan mixed with Chris's deep one filled the room. 

Chris picked you up, sitting you on the marble sink. He pulled away looking at you. "Your so fucking hot baby." He attached his lips onto your neck, sucking your sweet spot. "Mm, Chris." You ran your hands through his hair pushing him close. Your eyes were screwed shut as you felt his warm tongue swirl over your skin.

Chris pulled away from your neck and looked back up at you. You could see the hungry in his eyes. He hands went to the back of your neck to give you a quick kiss before he pulled away. His hand fell to your back to unclip your bra. After a few seconds of fiddling, he had your bra off. Chris ran his thumb over your left nipple. The feeling of his cold hands against your nipple made you shiver. He latched his mouth around your right nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, before pulling away with a pop. 

He trailed kisses down from your cleavage, down to your lower stomach. When he did reach it, he unbuttoned your pants, hucking his hand on both sides before pulling them down, along with your panties. He tossed them somewhere on the ground. He spread your legs open, settling himself in between them. You watched as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. "Can't wait to taste you." 

Chris wrapped his arms around your legs before he started devouring you. "Oh my gosh!"

 The sound of his tongue against your sex echoed through the bathroom. You could hear the party still going strong outside the door, but that was not where your mind was.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good." You moaned loudly, wrapping your hand around your breast. Chris hand squeezed your thigh making sure they didn't close. He moaned Every Time his tongue lapped at your swollen clit. Chris pulled away briefly, replacing his mouth with his left hand. "Does that feel good baby." You nodded, gasping when he swirled his fingers faster. "Yes Chris, it feels so good." 

You heard Chris hum. "That's not my name pup." 

"Fuck daddy." Chris nodded "good girl." He praised, placing his mouth back on your pussy. His tongue ran in between your fold tasting your sweet honey on his tongue. "Taste so good." He whispered before licking up your fold again.

You placed your hand in his, pushing him closer. "Fuck daddy, make me cum." Chris dipped his tongue in your core. You could feel how sloppy it was down there as he ate you out. You rested your shaking arm on the counter, trying your best to hold yourself up. "Mm, daddy I'm so close."

You could feel the familiar warmth of your orgasm coming in your lower stomach. Chris glanced up at you, not bothering to remove his mouth from you. You shook under his touch and before you knew it, you were coming on his tongue. Chris made sure he didn't move until he knew he tasted all of you. When he was sure, he pulled himself away from your pussy right after placing a small kiss on your pussy.

As soon as he was standing up you kissed him. Chris' hand rested on your waist as he kissed you back. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it turned you on even more.

Chris pulled away from the kiss after a few minutes. "Get off of the counter." You did as he asked, hoping off of the sink. Chris turned you around harshly. You looked at him through the mirror seeing his eyes on your. "I want you to watch me while I fucked you. Do you understand?" You nodded slightly. "Use your words pup." 

"Yes daddy." 

Chris started to unbuckle his belt. His eyes never left you as he did. He pushed his pants down, then his boxers. You could see his cock pressed against his stomach as his boxers came off. Chris took a hold of his member stroking it a few times. He used his other hand to push you onto the counter. 

He pushed his swollen tip against your cunt. You moaned softly, still watching him through the mirror. Chris pushed further into you, thrusting in and out during the process. You bite your lip as he gets further in you. When he couldn't go further Chris started fucking you.

He grunted softly when he felt how tight you were. "Shit baby, you're so tight." He gripped your hips getting better leverage. Your eyes were starting to water from how good it felt. 

"Uh.. daddy, you feel so good." Chris' eyes closed as he felt your warm pussy around him. Your hand was gripping onto the counter as he fucked you relentlessly. 

Chris opened his eyes back up looking at you. He let go of your right side and placed that hand around your neck. You lean back against his chest, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck. "I want you to scream as long as you can, so everyone can hear that you're mine."

Chris speeds up in you making you hiss and moan louder. "How's are you doll, huh?" 

"Yours." Your voice was low and that wasn't good enough for Chris. "Louder." He whispered into your ear, while his pace became faster.

"Yours." This time you said it a little louder, but Chris wanted more. "Louder."

"Yours!"

"I SAID LOUDER!"

FUCK I'M YOUR DADDY!" At that moment you came all over Chris's cock. "I'm yours daddy, all yours." Chris spilled his seed deep in you, grunting. You feel against the counter, using your shaking arms to hold yourself up. Chris pulled out of you, pulling his pants back up. 

"I don't think I can walk." You mumbled against your arm. You looked up to see Chris Smirking at you. "That means I fucked you good."

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

A HIGH PRICE TO PAY

Prompt: When Y/N pranked Finn for his birthday,she could never have imagined that a certain Prince would appear to collect the debt of her bad behavior.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Prince Devitt(Finn Bálor) x Reader

Warnings: +18. Degradation,name calling,cursing,bondage,zapper wand(electroshock),masturbation(female),slight chocking.

@ziasaph I hope I can make you proud sis

Notes: What can I say? I love me some Fergal Devitt hahahahahaha,this man does things to me y’all...Alright my loved ones you know the drill,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Tsc,tsc

*Oh no,I know that sound,and I don’t like it even one bit* I thought

“What’s the matter my reckless little fuck toy?Are ya scared?” He deeply chuckled,before continue “Ya thought it was funny when ya pranked me!Now it’s not so funny anymore huh?”

“I knew that stupid shock pen prank was going to come back and bite me in the ass!” I whispered to myself,while tightly tied up to the Saint Andrew’s cross.

“And you’re right about that my brat little girl,but if I would have to say it, I wouldn’t use the word ‘bite’ ya in the arse... I would go for something more accurate,like ‘shock’ “ He touched my ass with the zapper and I jumped and gasped loud at both the surprise of the action and the slight pinch due to the electroshock. He laughed out loud,amused with his own action.

“Ya should’ve known better than to disrespect your Prince like that! I think it’s so funny how ya thought that your little bratty behavior would have no consequences.After all this time that you’ve been my play toy,ya should’ve known by now that it doesn’t matter how long it takes...I NEVER forget and I will ALWAYS put ya in your place.”

He proceeded to touch me with the ‘devil’s wand’ (as I like to call it) only this time,on my upper thigh.

When I pranked Finn on his birthday(precisely one month ago),he was leaving for a one month European tour with the WWE.Today’s he’s first day back home and I honestly couldn’t see this coming.I thought he had forgotten about it.Hell,I did! But one thing I could NEVER have expected was that my innocent prank would push ‘Prince Devitt’ out,and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss that sadistic fucker! He was nothing like my sweet Finn.Devitt was a cold hearted,sadistic,sarcastic,egoistical,cocky asshole! And fuck me,I like that man,I like that man a lot!

Don’t get me wrong, I love Finn,I really do! He’s funny,smart,sweet,caring,goofy,loving man.But there was something about Devitt that fulfills all of my dirty,slutty,wet,kinky fantasies! When Finn is able to ‘bring the Prince out’ his whole energy changes,he becomes more dangerous,more cynical,his eyes become a cool shade of blue,he smells like trouble...you know that one guy your mamma warned you about? That’s what he becomes and I could die a happy woman being able to have the best of the both worlds: the gentleman and the manwhore in just one beautiful Irish man.

“I‘ve missed ya my sweet brat! It’s been too long,don’t ya think? Too long since I got to play with ya...”

Tsc tsc

“Devitt,I swear it wasn’t my intention to disrespect you.It was an innocent joke!”

“Oh c’mon now lass,I don’t believe that,and neither do ya! We both know that ya were dying to see me” He stepped closer until his face was mere inches from mine “We both know that ya were dying to have me play with ya,just the way ya like it: rough and dirty...” He pinched one of my nipples,hard enough to make me whimper. “Treat ya like my good little whore” He pinched my other nipple “My filthy little slut” He zapped me underneath one of my breasts and I gasped loudly

“Oh no,Devitt please don’t do this to me! I’m sorry my Prince,don’t punish me like this please..” He backslapped my face.I gasped again,more from the surprise slap,than from the actual pain.

“Don’t ya dare lie to me! I know and YA know that you’ve had ya fingers buried deep inside your pussy every fucking day thinking about me! Because you can’t get enough of tha Prince! I got you addicted to this dick haven’t I?” He said grabbing his hard cock through his jeans.

“Tell me,tell me what do I do to ya?Do I make ya so turned on that ya want to rub yourself everywhere like a fucking horny dog? Do I make ya so wet that ya thank God the fact ya work from home,so ya don’t have to deal with people staring at your wet pants? Did I made ya so hungry for my cock that not even your fingers can help you anymore?” His words were getting dirtier and rawer with every sentence.Working that primal need inside of me.

“Devitt..” I whispered and he got so close to me that our lips brushed together.

“You’re my favorite of them all ya know that right? Ya are my favorite,dirty,filthy,fuck hole.” He roamed one of his hands through my body and Zapped my belly with the other.

“Look at ya,so helpless..” He wrapped his fingers around my neck and applied some pressure enough to make it hard for me to breath.

“All tied up,looking so deliciously beautiful with the thing I love the most about ya at my mercy.” He stated,gliding two fingers through my wet folds.Once he felt how wet I was,he darkly laughed before saying

“See? That’s what I mean! Where else can I find such a perfect cum dumpster like ya?” He slides two fingers inside of me before continuing “My favorite toy” His fingers started moving at a agonizing slow pace. “You’re my perfect little slut,aren’t ya? Always such a filthy little girl...just for tha Prince!” He begin to finger fuck me at such a brutal pace that my mouth molded a perfect O shape.

“ ‘Oh’ what brat?” He cackled “Do ya want me to go faster?” I shake my head at a ‘no’ motion,just to have him laugh at my face and say “Well,since ya insist!” And he turned up the pace of his fingers.

I was a whimpering,whining mess.

“Please,Devitt..please can I cum? Please let me cum on your fingers?Pleaaseee?Have mercy on me..”

“Mercy on ya?Oh little pet,WE know ya didn’t want to play with me for my merciful side,right?!” He zapped my arms,breasts,thighs and ass.

“I love the power I have over ya! This face you’re making right now...this cum slut face ya make when you’re about to cum,makes me wanna fuck ya until ya can’t walk straight for a week!” He zapped the side of my hips,threw the Zapper on top of the bed and begin to rub my clit at a furious pace while his fingers mercilessly fucked me.

I was so hypersensitive from all those stimulations that I felt like I would pass out once my walls started to clench around his fingers.

“Is my lovely slut gonna cum for me?” He smiled and I could only nod in response.His lips came near my ear and he whispered

“So what are ya waiting for? Show me how much of a whore ya are.Soak my fingers,now!”

My orgasm was so intense that I lost the track of time and space, I didn’t realized he had unbounded me from the Saint Andrews cross until my knees hardly hit the ground with a loud thump. He looked down at me,deviously chuckled before saying

“And where the fuck ya think you’re going slut?” He pulled my hair so I could stand up “I’m just getting started with ya!” He smiled before tossing me onto the bed.

Oh how I’ve missed my Prince...

[niksixx]

Patience

~Part 3. I hope you’re loving it.~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader 

Warning: Vince hits Reader 

A/N: Please reblog for me :) 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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The ride home to your house is eerily quiet. In the passenger seat, Vince leans his head out the window, slowly breathing in the cool air while a trash bag hangs between his legs.

Eyes focused on the road, your grip on the steering wheel tightens as Vince empties the contents of his stomach into the bag. Knowing that Vince isn’t phased by his antics fuels a fire in your bones.

As you park the car, Vince stumbles out to the curb. You throw open your door, locking the car, before walking past him. He mutters under his breath, most likely a string of curses, steading himself on the metal railing before throwing his body against the door.

On your couch is Mick Mars, book in his lap, glass of water on the side table. He turns his head, blinking twice at Vince who ignores him and heads for the shower, before gazing at you.

You lock the door, throw your purse, and slide down the door, face buried in your hands. You should have waited until you went to your room to let the tears fall, not wanting to drag poor Mick into your relationship drama. The boys had witnessed plenty of the fights between you and Vince, and most of the time they were at a loss for words on how to help. Nothing would be different this time.

Mick lifts you to your feet, arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you in. You go slack against him as he runs a hand up your back, dusting a sweet kiss on your head. “I’ll deal with him tonight. You rest, okay?”

You nod as Mick stalks off toward the bathroom, waiting just outside for Vince to finish up. In the fridge is a brand new bottle of Chardonnay, which you pop open, pouring a generous amount into a glass. From the kitchen you spot Nikki and Tommy in the pool, beer in Nikki’s hand, cigarette in Tommy’s mouth. It wasn’t unusual to find the boys in your house while you weren’t home.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you kick off your shoes and slide open the doors to the pool deck. When the boys see you, they stop laughing. Setting your glass off to the side, you roll up your work pants, dipping your legs in the heated pool water.

As you guzzle the sweet wine, Nikki and Tommy exchange looks before swimming over to you. Tommy rests his arms on your legs, Nikki squeezing your arm gently.

“Half the time I’m too embarrassed about our fucked up relationship to say anything,” you mumble, licking the leftover liquid from your lips. “But I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“AA?” Tommy suggests, blowing a smoke ring.

You shake your head. “He won’t go on his own. I can’t force him to do something he doesn’t want to do.”

Even if he was forced, Vince wouldn’t thrive in rehab. The people in rehab want to get better for their friends, their families, for themselves. Vince? He wants no part of it.

“He thinks he’s invincible, and he’s not,” you whisper solemnly. “Who drinks a whole bottle of Jack and then gets behind the wheel?”

“If it helps, I tried to take it away from him at the studio,” Nikki offers, pointing to a bloody cut on his eyebrow. “I mean it didn’t work and then he punched me, but I tried. Really did.”

“Dude,” Tommy warns, shaking his head. “Not really helping, my man.”

“And then to make matters worse, he sees me with Axl and then--.”

“Wait, Axl?” Nikki asks, eyes widening. “Axl Rose?”

“What were you doing with him?” Tommy questions, frowning.

You’d never told them about your childhood best friend. For one, they wouldn't approve. And God only knows what would happen if they met Axl in the street after finding out you were once close to him.

“Axl and I go way back,” you confess, swirling the wine as the memories resurface. “He was my first best friend. We were friends all through high school too, that is until I left to move here. Since then I hadn’t spoken to him. I actually bumped into him today while I was picking up lunch. First time I’ve seen him in seven years. We went back to the store to eat lunch together and I lost track of time. And then in comes Vince.”

The picture is ingrained in your brain. Vince stumbling in. The anger and rage on his face. The surprising calmness on Axl’s. And even though you couldn’t see your own face, there had to have been a mixture of panic and horror.

“You know this gives Vince even more of a reason to hate him, right?” Nikki asks. “He’s not going to let you near the guy.”

“I don’t care,” you state, standing your ground. “I finally have him back in my life. I won’t let Vince ruin my friendship with Axl.”

“Your what?”

Slightly sober, Vince struts onto the deck in only a pair of silky white shorts. Mick follows sheepishly behind, avoiding your gaze.

“What are you doing awake?” Standing from the pool, you give Vince a hard look. Nikki and Tommy heave themselves up onto the deck, coming to your defense if necessary. “Go to bed, Vince.”

“Since when are you friends with that self righteous prick?” He questions angrily, lips curled in a snarl. “He’s nothing but trouble, Y/N. Stay the fuck away from him.”

“You don’t even know him!” It was just like old times. You coming to Axl’s defense. Only this time, he wasn’t around to witness it.

“People talk, sweetheart. This is Hollywood. You think I don’t know about him? About his fucked up childhood? How his step-dad used to beat the shit out of him? About how he was bullied his entire life? The guy’s got pent up rage brewing, Y/N. He’s a fucking hothead.”

“He’s nothing like you try to convince me he is. I’ve been friends with him since I was ten years old, Vince. I was the fucking person protecting him. We were best friends until I moved to California.”

“Oh so he’s a pussy too,” Vince concludes, arms crossed over his bare chest. “And you’ve been here for seven years, baby girl, and not once did he try to contact you. He’s a dick. Open your eyes.” Vince spits, disgusted that you’re defending him.

“He didn’t know where to find me, you asshole!” Tommy’s hand lightly squeezes your shoulder, but the touch isn’t comforting. Shoving his hand off your body, you step up to your boyfriend, who leans against the side of the deck. “The sad part is, he tried. When Axl moved to LA, he tried to find me. Asked anyone and everyone if they knew who I was or where he could find me. And if it wasn’t for you and your stupid fucking label keeping me hidden from the public eye all these years, I would’ve had my friend back.”

Vince groans dramatically, hanging his head. “Goddamn it, the same fucking conversation. You know why you have to stay under the radar.”

“It doesn’t mean I like it or agree with it, Vince!”

Mick holds out a hand. “Hey, guys, maybe we should take this inside--.”

“God, don’t I mean anything to you?” Your voice cracks. “Don’t I deserve better than this?”

Vince hangs his head, hand on his hip. “I really don’t know what you want me to do.”

Grabbing his chin, you make him look at you. His jaw clenches under your touch. “I want you to fight for me. I want you to say ‘fuck the label’ and treat me how I deserve to be treated as your girlfriend. Take me out in public, show me off, kiss me when the cameras are on us. Goddamn it Vince, I want you to love me. Why can’t you do that?”

Mick stares.

Nikki whistles.

Tommy elbows Nikki.

This isn’t how you imagined your night. The last thing, the very last thing on this Earth you wanted to do right now, was fight. Your bed had been calling your name ever since you set foot in the house. It’s eight-thirty at night and you’re exhausted. You should have just gone to sleep.

Vince had no answer. Shaking your head, an empty laugh falls from your lips. “You know what? I’m done. I’m done doing this with you. I deserve more than an alcoholic boyfriend who can’t stand up to his label, and who treats me like I’m his bitch. I deserve better. Even Axl fucking knows I deserve better, and he hasn’t been in my life for seven years,” you say, stepping back. “Maybe I should date him instead.”

Vince does the unthinkable.

When his hand collides against the side of your face, the wine glass shatters against the wooden deck as you stumble. Nikki catches you as Tommy leaps over your body, towering over Vince to shield you as Mick grabs Vince’s shoulders, watching the scene unfold in horror.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Nikki shouts, pulling you to your feet, pushing you behind him. “Are you kidding me, dude?”

“You think you’re tough hitting a woman? Huh?” Tommy taunts, shoving Vince’s chest. “Huh?! Get your shit together, man!”

Reality hits Vince as Tommy continues to shove him. Choppy breaths leave his lips, eyes wide, jaw dropping. He swallows nervously, glancing at his hand, before his eyes lock back on you. “B-babe?”

There’s no hesitation as you push past the four men, throwing open the deck doors, snatching your purse, and sprinting for the front door. They’re all shouting for you, but Vince’s voice is crystal clear as it stands out.

“Baby, wait! Please!”

He chases you out the door, but you’re already running down the street, legs on fire.

“I’m sorry! Babe! Please, come back!”

You run. You run as fast and as far as your legs can carry you, weaving in and out of people crowding the sidewalk. A few call out to you, asking if you need help, but you keep running until you end up back at your store.

And as soon as you reach the store, it begins to rain.

And then you break.

Tears mixing with the rain, you collapse on the pavement, letting the water soak your body. Your hair is damp, clothing drenched, and you don’t even have any shoes on. You’re a mess, physically and emotionally.

You remember that your car is still parked on the street from having to drive Vince’s back home, and you run to it, settling in your seat as the rain pours down from the heavens. You’re alone, and the sound of your cries is louder than the thunder that accompanies the downpour.

You can’t go home. Not yet. You don’t want to see him, you can’t. Your cheek still burns from the sting of the hit, and if you see your boyfriend again tonight, one of you may end up dead.

The notepad. It’s in your purse.

You fish it out along with your phone, dialing the numbers with your thumb. Holding it to your ear, you choke back a sob as the man on the other end of the line picks up on the second ring.

“Are you home? Can I come over, please? I need you.”

~~~

In the corner by the TV, Izzy Stradlin sits on a chair strumming his guitar as Steven Adler lounges on the floor, drumming furiously on the TV stand with two wooden salad spoons. Slash is lying on the couch, hat covering his face, while Duff sits at the tiny kitchen table, enjoying a platter of buffalo wings all to himself.

Their heads turn as Axl walks through the door, more jubilant than he was before he left to grab lunch almost four hours ago. He shrugs off his shoes, fishing around in his back pocket for a pack of cigarettes.

“Where in the hell have you been?” Duff asks as he bites into a wing. Untying the bandana around his head, Axl lets his hair fall, shaking it, and runs a hand through it. “You left at two. It’s almost six-thirty.”

Axl’s smile broadens as he heads for the couch, pushing Slash’s legs to the side. The curly haired guitarist grumbles and flips him off. “I ran into an old friend today.”

“Oh yeah?” Izzy asks, setting his guitar on his lap, full attention on Axl. He’d always been that kind of friend. The one who stopped everything and listened if someone had something to say. “Who?”

“Y/N.”

Steven and Izzy exchange a look before Steven pipes up, “Wait. The Y/N? From high school? Like, I came to LA specifically to find her and couldn’t after all these years and somehow magically ran into her today, Y/N?”

Axl nods. “I ran into her at the restaurant and I swear my heart stopped.”

“Spoken like a lovesick fool,” Slash groans, flipping Axl off once again when he knocks the hat off his face. “First time you’ve seen her in what? Seven years? What’s up with her?”

Axl grabs a cigarette from the pack, lighting it. “She owns a bakery on the Strip. Cute little shop, not much business though. It’s a shame. She’s damn good at what she does. I tried one of the little chocolate cakes on display? Best damn cake I ever had.”

“I wonder what her cake tastes like,” Steven mutters to himself, snickering at his own joke.

There was a sparkle in your eyes whenever you talked about your bakery. It was your passion. From the decor inside the shop to the variety of desserts, it was clear that you dedicated so much to your little business. If only more people knew about it.

“She look the same?” Izzy asks.

Axl’s mouth twitches. “She’s even more beautiful now than I remember.”

“Oh fucking barf,” Slash teases, sitting up from the couch, brushing hair from his eyes.

“You smashing that?” Steven grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Izzy rolls his eyes.

“Do you think of anything else?” Duff questions, shaking his head as he chucks a chicken wing bone at Steven’s head.

“Okay first off, no,” Axl points a finger.

“But you want to smash her?” Steven challenges, pointing a spoon right back at the singer.

Axl glares. “Just say fuck, Steven. Fuck. And second, Y/N isn’t just any girl to me. She never has been.”

“Then quit whining and go after her,” Izzy says, pursing his lips. “You’ve been in love with this girl since you were sixteen you told us.”

“Yeah and there’s one big fucking problem, Iz. She’s dating Vince Neil.”

Slash turns. “The bitchy blonde fuck from Mötley Crüe? Are you kidding me?”

“Their label is keeping their relationship on the downlow. Apparently it’ll fuck with Vince’s image if word of their love life gets out.” Axl sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“How does that make sense?” Duff asks, standing from the table. “Wouldn’t it harm his image if they let him run around like a madman and shag a bunch of women?”

“You’d think,” Axl agrees, holding up his hands. “But apparently, that’s the kind of image they want their frontman to have. All I know is I need to get Y/N out of that relationship, and fast.”

Axl had promised himself he’d never interfere with any of your relationships. Now, he was considering going back on his word. You weren’t happy. He could easily tell by the way your body tensed around Vince, from the sheer terror in your eyes when he was mad or cursed or raised his voice.

“Look man, I know you’re in love with the girl, but is that really your place?” Steven asks, serious for the first time that night. “What if she really loves the dude? Who are you to try and ruin something good for her?”

Axl shakes his head, leaning forward on his knees. “He drank a whole bottle of Jack Daniels and drove drunk to Y/N’s store. It might not be my place, but I’ll be damned if I sit around knowing she’s in harm’s way and I don’t do anything about it.”

~~~

“Ah, shit, sorry about that fellas,” Duff says, slapping his guitar. “Take it from the top?”

Axl nods, yawning, before checking the time on the clock. Eight-thirty and it feels like two in the morning. To wake himself up, he goes to the fridge for ice water, only to be interrupted by the screeching of his phone.

He picks it up. “Hello?”

“Are you home? Can I come over, please? I need you.”

He knows your voice without even needing a greeting. It’s soft over the phone, and Axl’s gut tells him something isn’t right. “Yeah, of course. Is everything okay? You remember the address?”

“I do. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

You hang up quickly, startling him, before he hangs up and turns to his bandmates. They look at him curiously. “Y/N’s coming over.”

~~~

Your wet feet slide against the metal stairs as you ascend toward the address Axl had given you earlier that day. Looking from door to door, you shuffle down the chilled hallway, warming your arms, until you find yourself out front of apartment 6C. Christ, this place was more like a hotel with all the damn rooms it had.

You knock timidly, but loud enough to be heard.

The door opens. Axl stands in front of you, gray cutoff covering his top, white sweatpants on his legs. He looks warm, comfortable, and you want to hold him. His face falls when he sees your soaking wet figure and bare feet.

“Hey sugar,” he says softly, and it tugs at your heart. “Let’s get you inside.”

And when you step foot inside the apartment, you're greeted by four other men, all staring at you as if they’d never seen a woman before.

The first blonde shakes his head. “Damn, bro. You weren’t kidding. She’s hot.”

You laugh slightly, looking at Axl, moreso to see his reaction. His cheeks are noticeably pinker. “Steven, fuck off. That’s not even what I said and you know it.” He turns back to you shyly. “These are my bandmates. From left to right, meet Steven, Izzy, Duff, and Slash. Guys, meet Y/N.”

The one named Slash steps forward, giving you a nod. “Wanna see my snake?”

Oh, he’s bold. “Um...is that like...code? For your penis or something?”

And they all burst out laughing. Even beside you, Axl lets out a chuckle.

“No, he literally has a pet snake,” Izzy says, hiding a smile.

Oh. Whoops. “Then, sure. I guess so.”

A smile spreads across Slash’s face. “I like her.”

Axl wraps an arm around your shoulder, leading you down a hallway. His room is surprisingly neat, with only a few hats and bandanas scattered around. He rummages through a drawer and hands you a tee shirt and sweatpants. Without thinking, you begin to pull off your damp clothes.

“Uh,” Axl licks his lips. “I uh-.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen me change before,” you tease, turning your back to him. “And don’t act like you’re not enjoying it, either.”

“Hey, you won’t get any complaints from me,” Axl grins, eyes roaming over your backside.

Fully dressed, you spread out your arms, showing off the new attire. Both the shirt and sweatpants are extremely comfortable. And they smell like him, too. “How do I look?”

Axl swallows the lump in his throat. If he wanted to name all the ways you looked absolutely beautiful, you’d both be there all night. “You look like you belong in my clothes.”

You give a half smile before following Axl out into the main room. The rest of his bandmates are in different parts of the apartment, and they all give you smiles as you walk past them.

“Y/N, are you hungry? There’s some left over pizza in the fridge.” Izzy offers, pointing toward the kitchen.

“Damn it, I was planning on eating that for breakfast tomorrow,” Steven pouts, chucking what appears to be a wooden spoon at Izzy’s feet.

A chuckle falls from your lips as you settle into the couch, instantly relaxing as a blanket is draped over your shoulders. You look behind yourself just as Axl comes around to the front of the sofa, settling back in the spot beside you.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asks, grabbing another blanket for himself.

You shake your head, positioning yourself so that your head rests gently in his lap. It was something you did as kids. Whenever you were upset but didn’t want to talk about it, you’d settle into his lap. He’d let you lie there for as long as you needed, always making sure to scratch your head or run a hand through your hair. It was his way of letting you know he was there.

And just like when you were young, Axl’s hand finds your hair, lightly kneading your scalp. Your eyes flutter shut briefly, sinking into his gentle touch, and when you open your eyes, Steven and Izzy are standing to leave the room, sending not so subtle winks in Axl’s direction.

When it’s just the two of you, you’re finally at peace.

Until Axl asks the question. “Does Vince know you’re here?”

Chewing on your lip, you pull the blanket closer to your neck. You could only hope that Axl would leave it alone after you answered. “He’s the reason I came here.”

Why Vince truly hated Axl was a mystery. He’d never explicitly told you. Thinking about it, you couldn’t even come up with a reason.

“Did something happen?” He presses. Not that he’s nosy, but because he cares.

Sitting up, you tug the blanket around your body, legs curling in a pretzel. Axl watches you carefully, and the three words he never expected to hear crash into him like a wave on the shore. “He hit me.”

Blood drains from Axl’s face. He blinks twice, letting the words settle in his head, before sitting up straighter, body locking. “He did what?”

“It’s no big deal,” you brush it off. You had to. If not, you’d be a puddle of tears on his couch. “It was an accident. I said something and it triggered him. Plus, he was still a bit drunk from today. I instigated everything. It was my fault.”

Axl feels rage ignite in his body, fists clenching as he listens to you wrongfully blame yourself for Vince’s actions. His fingers twitch, itching to meet with Vince’s face, give him a taste of his own medicine. Because no one, no one, laid a hand on you and got away with it.

He grabs your jaw and you flinch. He sees it now. The outline of a hand on your cheek.

He softens his grip but makes sure to keep your face close to his own. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, but he knows you won’t let them fall. “I’ll make him pay.”

“Axl--.”

“No, listen to me,” he says, forehead against yours. He’s breathing deep, heavy, angrily. “I swear to you, I will make him fucking regret the moment he put his hands on you.”

The roles are reversed. Once the victim, now the protector. In this moment, this very instance where your bodies are only an inch away, noses brushing against each other, lips centimeters apart, you see Axl in a whole new light.

And there’s now a part of you that wants to find out what would happen if you pushed forward gently and kissed him. Would he pull away? Kiss you back?

But you don’t find out. Instead, you’re the one that pulls back, fingers twisting around his wrist to keep his palm flat against your burning cheek. There’s something between you. You felt it the second you bumped into him at the restaurant. A certain force, a pull, bringing you together.

“I can handle him, Axl.” What you’ll say isn’t clear. It could end in tears, in a fight. Or, on a brighter side, it could end in forgiveness. “When I see him tomorrow, I’ll just—.”

“You don’t need to go back there,” Axl says, almost pleading. If he has to get on his knees and beg he’ll do it. He’ll do anything to make you stay. Keep you safe. “Stay here with me. You’re more than welcome here. You know that.”

His heart, his caring soul, his love for you shines through. He’d turned into such a wonderful, handsome, courageous man, but even you could still see some glimpses of the boy he used to be. He wants to protect you, but he’s nervous. Nervous for you. “I want you to hold me. Can you do that?”

He nods, quickly kissing your forehead before he pulls you down, nuzzling the side of your head as you sink into the couch. It’s a tight fit, but he manages to wrap both arms around you. You’re safe this way. And after a few more moments of talking, and Axl promising that he’d come to your home tomorrow to help you bake the cupcakes for Lei’s son’s party, you fall asleep blissfully in his arms.

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Kinktober; Day Three

SUMMARY; Threesome with Becky and Rhea

WARNINGS; sexual content, female on female on female

REQUESTED BY; @hungmanhorsecarriage

BETA’D BY; myself and @sithstatlander

CO-WRITTEN BY; @sithstatlander

WORD COUNT; 1,865

GIF CREDIT; Becky; @becky2straps Rhea; unknown

*All GIF credits to the rightful creators. If they are not tagged it was because I wasn’t sure who it was. If it is yours or you know the creator please let me know. I would be happy to tag them as credit or replace the gif.*

A small smirk graced Rhea’s mouth as her fingers dug into Melissa’s hips, pulling the orange haired lass closer. Her lips pressed just under Melissa’s ear before she stepped away completely.

“I’m going to get us fresh drinks, princess. I’ll be right back.”

Rhea stepped towards the bar, leaving a slightly confused Melissa on the dance floor. On the other side of the room, Becky chuckled to herself and made her way towards the younger woman.

“Need a partner, lass?”

Her hands came to rest where Rhea’s had been moments earlier as their bodies began to move against each other.

“Um, Rhea only went to get drinks. She should be back quickly.”

Becky chuckled again as she tightened her hold just a little.

“Don’t worry, little one, she won’t mind.”

Melissa started to argue but let it go. If she was being honest with herself, she has always wondered what being in Becky’s arms would feel like. Surely it wouldn’t be a big deal if she stayed there for a moment or two.

Melissa let herself get into the music and into Becky’s arms as they danced together for a few moments alone. That was, until she felt another pair of hands come up on her from behind. She knew those hands more than her own; Rhea.

Melissa tried to turn back to see her, but Becky’s grip kept her body facing forward toward hers.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Rhea questioned her in a steamy whisper near her ear, which sent a warm tingle down Melissa’s neck.

Melissa couldn’t find words to speak at that moment so she rapidly nodded. There was no denying that she liked this. She was pressed between the two hottest girls she could ever think of, how bad could that be?

“That’s a good lass.”

Becky chimed in.

Rhea pressed herself into Melissa, sending her into Becky more, before kissing her neck gently. Becky followed Rhea’s lead and kissed Melissa’s collar bone. Between the two of their lips on her skin she was already being pleasured.

“Do you know what we’re going to do to you?”

Becky whispered near her ear, once she finished kissing her sensitive skin, sending another round of warm tingles down her body.

Melissa shook her head.

“You’ll just have to see.”

Rhea spoke from behind her.

Soon their words weren’t the only thing doing the teasing. Becky looked back at Rhea and winked, Rhea smirking back at Becky, them both knowing what was coming next while Melissa waited in suspense.

Becky’s fingers made their way up Melissa’s thigh until they found the fabric of her dress, she quickly pushed passed and found the thin, soaked, lacy fabric of Melissa’s panties. With a swift movement, Becky had them pushed to the side, her fingers able to touch her soaked slit and give her clit a little teasing touch.

Melissa could only react by throwing her head back, holding in her moans as her head now rested on Rhea’s shoulder. Their eyes locked on each other, but only for a second before Melissa’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, Becky’s fingers circling her clit. With Melissa’s exposed neck in Rhea’s sights she decided to take advantage of it and began kissing it again with some roughness that dared to leave a mark.

It wasn’t until Melissa’s legs began to shake and her moans were becoming almost audible that they finally decided maybe it was time to get her to the hotel room before someone noticed exactly what was going on.

The drive to the hotel felt like forever to Melissa. Squished between the two, she couldn’t help but squirm as their hands continued to caress her body. With a deep blush over her cheeks, she was thankful it was dark and the taxi driver couldn’t see them.

Once they arrived, Rhea ushered them up to the room, the door closing with a hard ‘click’ behind them.

“Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this?” Her voice came out husky, almost a growl as she backed them towards the bed. “Becky and I have been planning this for weeks. Now, you’re both mine.”

She grabbed Melissa and pulled her to her. Wasting no time, her hands clawed and grabbed at her clothes as her mouth sucked marks into her neck. Beside them, Becky followed, stripping her own clothes off before taking Rhea’s place. The Aussie stepped back and removed her own clothes before gently smacking Melissa’s ass.

“Onto the bed, my love. I want those legs wide open. Need to see how wet you are for us.”

Melissa bit her lip as she nodded, slowly making her way onto the bed and towards the pillows. She fell onto her back just as her legs parted, giving the two women in front of her the perfect view of her dripping core.

Becky moaned gently as she looked to Rhea, silently asking permission. Rhea nodded as she moved to sit beside Melissa.

“Look at that, princess. Already making a mess on the sheets.”

Becky nodded, licking her lips as she crawled onto the foot of the bed. Her hands wrapped around Meliisa’s thighs as her mouth got closer and closer to the younger woman’s core.

“I bet she’s going to taste fucking amazing too. Sounds so good moaning for us.”

Becky surged forward then, licking a stripe from Melissa’s entrance, through her folds, and over her clit before groaning. Her eyes closed as she did it again, this time her tongue pressing harder before sucking on her clit. Melissa cried out gently, her hands moving to tangle into the Irishwomans hair. Rhea’s eyes darkened as she watched, her own hands moving to knead Melissa’s breasts and nipples.

“That’s right, Becks, taste her. Slide your finger into her like we talked about. Just a little taste. We want her dripping before she cums for us.”

She leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around Melissa’s nipple as Becky curled her finger inside her. Her hips lift off the mattress as she cries out.

“Daddy!”

Both Becky and Rhea smirked as they continued their onslaught, Rhea growling gently.

“That’s right, babe. Cry out for your daddy.”

With Melissa’s hips up Becky took the time to slide another finger inside of her and joined it with her other curled one while Rhea swirled her tongue around Melissa’s hardened nipple.

They were working her up, but they wouldn’t let her get off too easy.

Just as Melissa’s moans spilled more frequently from her lips and her breath began to shake, Rhea and Becky both popped off of her at the same time, earning a desperate whine out of her.

“Shhh.”

Becky cooed as she took over Rhea’s position on the bed, distracting Melissa as Rhea left the bed.

Rhea quietly opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her new strap on. She had been meaning to try this with Melissa before, but they just never got around to it, but tonight seemed perfect for trying new things.

Becky was doing a good job with distracting Melissa with small kisses and teasing her nipples that she hadn’t even noticed Rhea had returned and was positioned between her legs. Rhea took advantage of going unnoticed and lubed up her dildo with Melissa’s slick before positioning the tip at her entrance and sliding in slowly.

That’s when Melissa finally noticed Rhea’s presence along with the filling feeling that she was fairly unfamiliar to.

Rhea’s eyes were lust filled, a smirk across her lips, just before sliding more inside of her causing her to moan out again.

Becky winked at Rhea before teasing one of Melissa’s nipples between her fingers and whispering in her ear.

“You like your daddy’s fake cock?”

Melissa moaned in pleasure just as Rhea withdrew from inside of her and rammed herself back in.

Becky kissed her ear before whispering in it again.

“Tell your daddy how much you like it, tell daddy now.”

The way Becky demanded Rhea’s little princess around turned her on even more. She liked it more than she thought she would.

“Daddy, I like it so much. I-I love it so much, daddy.”

Melissa’s words seemed to push Rhea over the edge, earning an even deeper growl from her and a much harsher pace.

Becky made a quick decision to help Melissa reach her orgasm and her own. She laid herself over Melissa in a sixty-nine position which took Melissa by complete surprise, but not a bad surprise, she licked her lips looking at Becky’s wet cunt just before she felt her own being licked again. Becky was so good at that and Melissa tried to follow her lead. She spread Becky’s untouched lips and let her tongue taste her wetness just before focusing on her throbbing clit, earning a moan from Becky.

That moan vibrated onto Melissa’s clit, the feeling giving her even more pleasure, making her moan back and cause the same effect for Becky.

Rhea kept her pace in Melissa as rough as before as she kept her eyes on what was unfolding in front of her. Her girlfriend's face buried in Becky’s wet pussy and Becky’s face buried in her girlfriend's soaked pussy. It was sending her over the edge fully, but she wouldn’t let herself cum just yet. She wanted to take care of Melissa and Becky first. Rhea knew it wouldn’t take her much longer, but she loved watching her princess unfold for her and wanted to know what Becky looked like when she came too.

Melissa was close to her orgasm at that point. Her one hand gripped onto Becky’s hip and her other roughly held onto the bed sheet beneath her. Her tongue rapidly flicked onto Becky’s clit, not forgetting about helping Becky get off just as she had imagined in her head many times before, but still letting out a moan every few seconds from her own pleasures.

Rhea spoke with her demanding tone.

“Cum, cum for daddy!”

Rhea knew how her demanding words worked and just like that Melissa’s body released and her orgasm hit her, leaving her with shaking thighs and a loss of breath. Becky came almost as quickly as Melissa did, Rhea’s words must’ve worked for her too.

Rhea moaned before collapsing beside them, her own legs shaking as she came; the sheets below them now a mess. The three of them couldn’t help but smile, basking in the after glow and smell of sex in the room. Rhea smiled as she turned her head towards Melissa and kissed her cheek, their hands clasping together.

“I hope you enjoyed it, my love.” Rhea smiled as she pulled the strap on off and tossed it aside. “But I think the shower is only big enough for the two of us. Sorry Becks.”

Becky just laughed as she winked and went to get up. “Just let me know if you want to do it again. I'm always down.”

She dressed quickly and slipped from the room, leaving Rhea and Melissa alone as they enjoyed each other’s company. A few minutes passed before Rhea smiled and got up, chuckling gently.

“Come on, baby. Round two in the shower.”

Hello lovelies! Here is the much anticipated day 3! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it and the opportunity to write with someone as talented at my co-writer! Looking forward to far 4. 😊

Much love, Rose xx

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hear your voice ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1503

request?: yes!

@iswearinthatmomentwewereinfinite “Could you do a smutty MGK imagine that goes along with this (picture below)?“

description: with colson away touring, you find yourself missing his voice and decide to call him

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, phone sex, daddy kink, swearing, i mean it y’all this one is dirty

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The sound of Colson’s music blared through the house as you did your nightly routine before bed. It was one of those nights that you were really missing him while he was away. It was probably because it was so close to when he would be coming home. You knew you were so close to having him back in your arms, and yet it felt like a lifetime.

When you finished brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed, you laid down in the bed that you and Colson usually shared. It felt extra empty tonight, extra lonely. His voice was still singing to you through your Bluetooth speaker, but it just wasn’t the same.

You weren’t really sure where he was, or what time it was wherever he was, so you didn’t know if he was free, or even awake. So you decided to send him a text to see if he’d be able to call.

“Can I call you? I’m listening to music but it’s not satisfying. I want to hear your voice.”

Near seconds later, your music cut off and the sound of Colson’s ringtone replaced the sound of his voice. You turned off your Bluetooth and answered the call.

“Hey babe,” Colson answered. “You’re really missing me, huh?”

“Tonight more than anything,” you admit. “What are you doing? I hope I didn’t interrupt your sleep or party or anything like that.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything. I just got home. I declined going out after the show tonight. I’m too tired for that. What are you doing?”

“Just lying in our bed. It feels lonely tonight.”

“Yeah? Do you wish I was there, baby?”

The tone in his voice alerted you exactly where this conversation was going, and you definitely were not complaining.

“I do,” you said, your voice sultry and lustful. “I wish I could feel your warm body next to me.”

“I wish I could be next to you right now, babe. What would I see if I was? What are you wearing, sexy?”

“Just one of your shirts,” you told him. “Absolutely nothing underneath. You wanna see?”

Colson hummed in response. You switched to Snapchat and took a picture, positioned just right that he could see you were wearing his favourite shirt that he left for you and it was hiked up far enough to see that you weren’t wearing any panties under.

After sending the picture, you put your phone back to your ear and listened for Colson’s reaction. You knew he received them when you heard him groan in pleasure. “Fuck baby, I really wish I could be next to you right now. You wouldn’t even be wearing that shirt.”

“Well I hardly think that’s fair granted I don’t know what you’re wearing.”

There was another moment of silence until your phone vibrated against your ear; a Snap from Colson. You opened it to see him on his hotel room bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, the outline of his hard dick the forefront of the picture.

“I think you should get those off,” you informed him.

“Only if you take my shirt off.”

You giggled as you pulled his shirt over your head, leaving you completely bare. You closed your eyes and imagined Colson throwing the shirt onto the floor then hovering over you. Knowing Colson, the tease that he was, he’d still be wearing those boxers, and he’d press his hard bulge against your heat.

Replicating what you wished you were feeling, you pressed two fingers against your throbbing clit. You let out an accidental moan at the action.

“Starting without me, babe?” Colson questioned. “How naughty of you. Daddy will have to punish you when he gets home.”

“I definitely deserve punishment, daddy. I’ve been very naughty while you’re gone. There’s been times I’ve started without even calling or Snapchatting you.”

Colson gasped in mock offense. “Oh, princess is definitely getting punished when daddy is home. Maybe he’ll punish her right now.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“If I hear you pleasuring yourself without my permission I’ll hang up. You won’t get anymore pictures tonight, or at all until I come home. I won’t even answer your calls until I’m at the airport calling you to set up a ride home.”

It was a pretty solid threat. It wasn’t unusual for you and Colson to send each other dirty pictures while he was away. In fact, most mornings started with a dirty picture spree from the two of you to help each other with your morning situations. Every other night you’d call each other for one of these dirty phone conversations. To lose all that cold turkey till he got back, even if it was a few days, was going to be very hard. It just wasn’t the same without him.

You whined as you took your hand away from yourself. You could hear Colson chuckle at your response. “Good girl. Now, no touching yourself until daddy says so.”

In your head, you could picture Colson’s face right now. His smug smirk as he watched you pout. You could picture him running his hands along every inch of your skin as his lips kissed and sucked on your neck, leaving a trail of love bites and hickies that he would refuse to let you cover the next day.

“You know what I’d do if I were there princess?”

You slightly smiled to yourself. “What would you do daddy?”

“I’d kiss all over your neck, leave hickies so that everyone would know you’re mine. I’d kiss down your chest, giving each of your perky tits the attention they deserve. I’d kiss down that adorable stomach of yours, kiss up and down each of your sexy thighs.”

He stopped then, leaving that last statement to linger between you. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the built up tension you were starting to feel.

“What then, daddy?”

Colson chuckled at your desperation. “I don't know. I think maybe I’d just stop there. Show your thighs some extra attention, just lightly graze your wet pussy maybe.”

You whined again. “God, you’re such a tease even over the phone!”

“You better not be pleasuring yourself.”

You sighed in frustration. “I’m not. I wish I could be, although more than anything I wish it could be your dick pleasuring me.”

Colson moaned in pleasure. “Oh yeah? You really miss my dick that bad, huh?”

“More than anything. I miss being woken up by it in the mornings, getting to go to sleep at night after getting railed, our quickies in the studio when no one was around. I miss it all, daddy. It’s been so hard without you.”

You could tell your words were getting to him. You could hear his heavy breathing and could imagine him starting to stroke himself.

“Are you imagining me, daddy?” you purred. “My mouth around you, or my wet pussy? How princess will pleasure you the moment you ask?”

“Oh, fuck princess,” Colson groaned. “You’re killing me here.”

“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

Colson groaned again, finally deciding, “Okay princess. You can touch yourself, but make sure daddy can hear you, okay?”

With the permission given, you immediately returned your fingers to your aching heat. You moaned loudly as you pushed your fingers into yourself, causing Colson to moan in response.

Soon enough any conversation between yourself and Colson turned into moans and little slips of dirty talk as you both pleasured yourself. With your eyes closed, you pictured Colson hovering over you, fucking you hard like he did after a long tour when he was particularly horny and needy. You could almost feel his breath on your neck as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, and the sound of him moaning on the phone really helped you picture him there with you.

You started to feel your legs beginning to shake, signalling your coming orgasm. You could barley hold yourself together as you stuttered out, “Oh God, Colson, I’m gonna come.”

“Let me hear you finish, baby,” he told you. “I wanna hear who makes you feel this good princess.”

That was enough to send you over the edge. As you felt your orgasm rush through you, you screamed out Colson’s name in ecstasy. Soon after, you heard Colson grunt in pleasure and moan your own name, signifying that he was finishing, too.

You both lay in silence, the only thing to be heard was your own panting. You stared up at the ceiling, wishing you could be looking into Colson’s beautiful blue eyes instead.

“God, I can’t wait till I can come home to you,” Colson breathed. “There’s nothing I love more than having you in my arms after an intense fuck session.”

You giggled. “Oh Colson, you absolute romantic.”

Colson laughed as well. “Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you more. Come home soon baby please.”