#im waiting for push pins to do the red thread thing

[august-racoone]

thats it, im taking notes now

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 14 - Discoveries

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Evie hung one of the last dresses on the transportation rack, when a knock sounded on her door. She pushed the dresses apart for her to step on the other side and called out; “come in!” Doug entered moments later, a smile on his face.

“Hey! How was the camping trip?” Evie turned to him with furrowed brows.

“C-Camping?” Doug's smile diminished and he looked at her slightly confused.

“yeah?” He tilted his head at Evie “Carlos and Jay said you and the others went on a last-minute camping trip to relax?...is-is that not what you did?” Evie sighed, the questions running through her mind stopping as she realized what had happened.

“oh, um, yeah they lied to you” Doug looked a bit offended “you see, Ben was kidnapped on the isle” now he looked alarmed “let me finish, we saved him and saved Auradon” Doug let out a small sigh of relief and took Evie's hands.

“is everyone okay?” Evie looked off to the side for a moment “you hesitated what happened” She grimaced and shook her head a bit.

“um, well…you know how our parents are kinda pieces of shit?” Doug looked surprised at the swear but nodded “well… Harry's dad is…kinda really bad and…that didn’t turn out well on Harry's side…that’s all I’m saying” she gave a small smile and turned, grabbing some of Dizzy’s accessories that she had brought back with her and sliding some on her arm to carry easier.

“Is he okay now?” Doug asked quietly, stepping to her side and leaning into her field of vision.

“yes” Evie assured him “Mal healed him when we left the isle and he’s with (y/n) now, he should be just fine for cotillion tomorrow~” Doug nodded and gave Evie a small smile.

“that’s good, you had me really worried for a moment there, was anyone else hurt?” Evie thought for a moment then shook her head.

“Mal has a cut on her cheek but that was the worst of our end thankfully.” She gave another smile and looked back down at the accessories “you know…while I was there…I realized something” Doug put his hand on her shoulder “I was lucky enough to be given a chance, and now I need to give someone else a chance too” her mind flashed back to five months ago when Harry had asked Ben to bring Uma over, and maybe after cotillion she could ask about Dizzy?

“My uncle bashful used the say that” Doug switched the topic, sensing Evie was not in the mood to talk about what had happened on the isle with him. Evie smiled, happy with the sudden change and turned to him, her brow raised a bit.

“did he?” Doug nodded, then pursed his lips a bit.

“but, really-really quietly” Evie laughed, spinning around to face the transportation rack and gesturing to it.

“come on, we have dresses to deliver~!” Doug happily obliged to her non-verbal request and moved to the rack, pushing it as Evie pulled it out of the room.

-

Two hours later, after every dress had been delivered, Evie returned to her room and grabbed her last two outfits she had to deliver.

A red rose gown and a red and black suit.

She handed the outfits to Doug and dug into her bag again, finding the red ruby earrings with small crossbones skulls hanging from the top. “perfect” she muttered, carefully holding them in her hand and leading Doug to (y/n)s room.

She knocked on the door, humming as a couple of moments passed by and no response came. She knocked again and sighed when again no response came, she gently opened the door and cooed as she looked inside the room.

On (y/n)s bed was her and Harry, curled up together under her many blankets as soft yellow fairy lights hung above them, the title screen of a movie playing on her tv.

Evie snuck into the room, gesturing Doug to be quiet as she set (y/n)s new earrings on her desk and motioned for Doug to hang hers and Harry's outfits on her closet door.

Evie spotted (y/n)s notepad on her desk and wrote out a small thank you note, pinning it to her corkboard that hung just next to her desk.

She ushered Doug out and turned, smiling at the sleeping couple, and slowly closed the door behind her, shushing it as it shut with a loud click.

“There we go” Evie sighed, turning to Doug and wrapping her arm around his “I’m starving, how about you?”

“Food sounds good” he chuckled, guiding Evie to the cafeteria.

-

Carlos watched from afar as Mal swung her feet just of the gazebo floor, her toes just grazing the cool lake water. He froze as she turned to look at him, her emerald green eyes softening and she invited him closer, turning back to the water as he did so and sat down beside her.

Mal laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, while she and Carlos hadn’t been friends before Auradon, she was glad that she had him by her side now.

“so…you broke up with Ben?” Carlos started, giving Mal a soft smile as she looked up at him. She slowly looked back down at the water as she thought of what to say.

“I…yeah” she sighed, letting her weight fully lean onto Carlos, who lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder. “I’m just…not ready for the relationship he wants…I know I hide my feelings and shit but…I really don’t know how he expected me to just, be good with all of this Auradon lady stuff within six months…I feel like a failure” Carlos let out a low hum, squeezing Mal's shoulder.

“well, you aren’t, you did your best, and your best was good enough, you just found out that that life…isn’t going to work out for you, it goes against your mental wiring, yes maybe you could adjust to it but would you be happy with it?” Mal pursed her lips, Carlos shook her a bit “well?”

“no” Mal muttered, picking at the loose thread on her pants “no I wouldn’t be happy like that��Ben…he said he wanted me…the real me, the isle me-wait…no he wouldn’t want her, she's rude as fuck” Mal smiled at the snort that erupted from Carlos, before it slipped off as she remembered something. Mal stopped Carlos as he was about to speak again “Hey…I did this for Evie but…I wanted to do the same for you” He looked at her confused “I’m sorry for the way I treated you when we were on the isle” he looked off to the side for a moment before he realized what she meant.

“oh! Yeah, it's no biggie” he attempted to brush it off but Mal adamantly shook her head.

“No! it's not “no biggie!” I treated you, Evie, and sometimes Jay, horribly! Even after we became friends! You were and are deserving of kindness, and I’m sorry that I was so fucked up that I was the rottenest little brat to you” Carlos stared at her with wide eyes. “what?”

His shocked look melted into a comforting grin “Thank you Mal” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling into a tight hug that only lasted a moment “sorry, just remembered; you’re not really affectionate” he laughed, grinning wider as Mal giggled along.

“it’s-its fine when it comes from you three” Mal hummed, turning to look back at the lake.

“sooo back to the Ben break up talk?” Carlos tried, smirking as Mal blew a raspberry “come on, you need to talk it out with someone, or else you’re gonna explode keeping it all bottled up.”

“…I’m happy I broke up with him” Mal spilled, not looking at Carlos as his brows shot up “I thought about our future and I realized if I kept doing what I was doing, and we kept going with how we were…neither of us would have been happy…I need to learn to love myself before I can love him properly, because…if (y/n)s forced quote an’ unquote therapy sessions” Carlos laughed at that “taught me anything. It’s that…I rely on someone else's love to measure my self-worth”

Carlos hummed, squeezing Mal's shoulder again “that’s not a good thing”

“no!” Mal huffed, running her hands through her hair and pulling at the roots “it isn’t! I've been trying to earn my mother's love for 16 years, then I just hop to doing so much bullshit to make sure Ben will love me! I dyed my hair blonde, I dressed in those itchy dresses, I dropped my entire personality for all that! And-and it wasn’t good, I felt like I was slipping away Carlos” Mal sobbed, tears trailing down her cheeks as she finally broke “I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to act like without all that because I spent so long doing it I just-I forgot what being ME felt like” Carlos fully wrapped his arms around Mal and pulled her tight to his side.  “I-I know it sounds like I’m being pathetic and having a fucking pity party but I’m just so fucking scared Carlos” Mal whimpered, throwing her arms around Carlos’ torso and pushing her cheek against his shoulder “on the isle my life was commanded by my mother and my identity was pleasing her, and here my life has been being Ben’s girlfriend and pleasing the people of Auradon so they think I’m not some villain whose just after Ben because he’s king…I-I do really like Ben Carlos”

Mal sniffed, pulling back one of her arms and wipe her nose “I do, it's just that…being with him hasn’t helped me move on from my mother bullshit and im-gah!” Mal let out a yell, pulling back from Carlos and burying her face in her hands “I’m having a fucking identity crisis because of my fucking mother! Why can’t she just leave me alone! Why can't all this dumb shit be left behind five months ago! Why do I still have to deal with it?!” Carlos let Mal rant, rubbing her back as she broke down.

“because life is unfair that way” Carlos sighed “Mal I know exactly what you're dealing with right now” Mal peeked out from her fingers, her eyes shining “I still have nightmares from living in my mother’s closet, getting trapped in the bear traps on the ground, or when she would burn me with her cigarette…even ones were she sends dogs at me to kill me…I still hear her voice in my head, telling me I’m worthless, that I’ll never be better than dog chow, my only use was being her servant” Carlos swallowed down the lump in his throat “but I know she's wrong, I’m not anything she says. I’m a tech genius, I've made several computers on the isle just from scraps, I've enhanced my 3D printer to be the best in Auradon, faster than any other and the quality is still top-notch, I've made a tiny little device that was able to make a hole in the barrier, I've gotten offers to work for Tony fucking Stark!” Mal gasped, reaching forward to grab Carlos' shoulders in excitement.

“holy shit what!? When? How? Why?!” Carlos smiled, prying off her grip.

“I knew you all were distracted by something else, especially you, so I didn’t want to make you stressed by my stuff either, it was two months ago. I didn’t take the offer because I want to finish school, but the offer still stands when I graduate in two years” Mal grinned, but it turned to a pout as Carlos gave her a look “Now back to the original topic, I’m not letting you deviate from it, you need to let it all out”

Mal stared at him for a moment before shrugging “I…feel like I already did…Auradon is stressful, my mother is the base of all my mental shit, and I’m not ready to be in a relationship with the dude I love because until I can love myself and learn not to rely on others value of me as my own value I can't be with him in a way that won't hurt him” Carlos slowly grinned “what?” “you said you love Ben~” he teased, laughing as Mal turned red and smacked him.

“I did not!!” she screeched, yelping as Carlos half tackled her and pulled her into an arm lock “Let me go you heathen!”

“you love Ben~ you love Ben~” Carlos sang, laughing as she tried to smack at his face “Come on, pixie! Let's get you back to the dorms, I think you need a nap”

“Don’t call me pixie!”

“How bout gremlin?”

“Carlos!!”

-

Chad carefully pulled the 3D printed copy of the king's crown from the printer and pressed a kiss to the emblem on the front. “Finally,~” He walked over to the mirror that was installed in Jay's standing dresser and carefully perched the crown on his head, smiling as his full cotillion outfit came to light.

He looked like a king~

He tilted the crown down a bit and laughed, posing in the mirror “oh what's that? Why no Audrey, I haven’t chosen my queen yet~” He purred to the fake Audrey in his mind. He turned and started to walk away before spinning back around to pose again “why no Audrey-”

Suddenly his phone rang, and he turned, raising his brow as he walked over to his phone “who could be calling me?”

Caller ID - Audrey <3

Chad let out a high-pitched scream of excitement, dropping his phone to the floor as he gripped his head “ahhAH! Audrey!!!”

“chad!” Carlos groaned, glaring as the other dived to the floor for his phone, and shushed him “Chad! This is my room chad!”

Chad shushed him again, making Carlos roll his eyes. Chad hit the answer button on his phone “Audrey?”

“Hey Chad um, I’m kind of stuck in Sherwood forest, my tire went flat. Could, could you come help me?”

“yeah of course!” Chad covered the mic and turned back to Carlos “she got a flat tire in Sherwood forest and she wants me to come fix it~” Carlos squinted a bit and looked at Chad with an odd look.

“that’s six hours away”

Chad looked at him as if what he said wasn’t a long road trip. “Really? Only six?” he turned back to his phone and put it back to his ear “I’m gonna be there faster than I thought”

“Thanks Chad, I was going to come to cotilli-“ he pulled the phone away and pressed a kiss to the screen, hanging up on Audrey and starting to walk out the door when Carlos stopped him.

“Ah-My printer my crown” Carlos took the crown off Chad's head, who chuckled and gestured back from the printer to the crown before shrugging it off.

“I’m coming Audrey!” he ran down the halls towards his car, leaving a bewildered Carlos in his dorm.

“wow,” Carlos snorted, shaking his head and walking into the room, tossing the crown on Jay's bed. Carlos flopped down on his bed, Dude hopping up next to him moments later “these last two days have been crazy huh?”

“You can say that again” Dude snorted, halfway crawling on Carlos' chest and laying his head down “Nap time?”

“Nap time” Carlos chuckled, pulling his pillow over his face to block out the afternoon sun and sighed.

-end of part 14-

yep, part 14, we’re almost to Cotillion guys! also yep, Doug does not accuse Evie of cheating on him even though he had no reason to do so in the movie and he shows concern over Evie and her friends safety when she tells him about the isle~ what?? no~ this isn't a dig at Doug's awful D2 writing!! how could you accuse me of such a thing~! (Doug had alot of potential but like Mal it got ruined in the second movie and he was pushed as a full on background character in the third) also MORE CARLOS CONTENT~ yes he is smart boi and deserves that recognition and yes, the avengers exist in this universe. hopefully that Mal talk didnt sound like a pity party. 

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[gallickingun]

hiii im in love with your writing!! and i surprisingly fell hard for that little oneshot of kirishima arriving home and just snuggling SO i thought it was the most adorable thing. i was wondering if you could write another wholesome sweet moment, perhaps during an afterglow or during pregnancy or just another snuggle i dunno jaj sorry if it's not from a prompt list i couldnt find one PLEASE AND THANK YOU YOURE AWESOME BYE

a/n: omg thank you SO MUCH YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!!! i love love love kiri, and i love making him soft. he deserves a sweet lil SO who will love him and hold him tight! here we go!! 💕

ps, you got a pregnancy afterglow!!! hope that made you doubly happy! spicy, so below the cut!!

pps, we have.... daddy kiri here. in BOTH senses of the word. hope that’s cool with you!

“That okay?” Kiri asks, hands gentle around your waist as he shifts you on the mattress. His fingertips brush the slight swell of your belly, thumb finding your navel as his eyes wash over your full figure.

You nod, biting your lip as you gaze up at him. Really you want to beg him to go faster, your hands in his hair and his name on your lips, but you can’t help to keep yourself quiet when you see the way he’s looking down on you in pure adoration.

Kirishima’s mouth brushes over the highest part of your stomach, dragging his tongue and teeth up your sternum until he connects to the upward curve of your chest. He smirks up at you, “These are nice.”

“Kiri!”

“What?!”

You giggle, shaking your head as your hands drift into his hair, threading through the bright crimson strands. You tug a little to guide his mouth down to your chest and he takes the hint pretty quickly. He licks over your skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface as the air conditioning hits you from above.

“Gonna start movin’, ‘kay?” Kirishima mutters, teeth catching your nipple. You whine and whimper, trying to force your head to nod up and down. He must understand because he starts rolling his hips forward again, using your gathered slick to slide into you easily.

It’s not hard for him to work you over the edge, not at this point. He’s had you going for a little while now, sweat sticking to your temples and lower back from the effort. The tinge of red on his cheeks reminds you of the amount of effort he puts into loving you.

Kirishima pulls away from your chest with a pop, lips bright red as he meets your mouth in a kiss. One of his hands rests in your hair, the other drifting around your torso, indecisive in his desire to touch your belly or support your back. His tongue presses into the seam of your lips and you part for him willingly, keening into him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel good,” Kiri murmurs into your mouth, the stroke of his cock within you turning your head away in pleasure. You whine, jaw dropping to let your panting gasps fall free from your tongue.

Kiri takes advantage of your wanton state, mouth ravaging your throat. The sharp ends of his teeth make quick work of your thin skin, nipping until you’re crying out and then soothing with his tongue and lips afterward. It’s like he lights you on fire only to then calm the flame.

You palm over his back and shoulders, the rippling muscle underneath your fingertips doing little to quell the wetness gathering between your thighs, distributed as he ruts into you. Kirishima has sucked at least three hickeys into the curve of your neck but you have little mind to care. You’re overwhelmed by him; the scent that fills the room, the heat that radiates from his body, the calloused pads of his fingers.

“C’mon, baby girl, tighten up for me.” Kiri’s hand in your hair tightens, yanking at the base of your head. He smirks, that confident persona he puts on once the clothes come off becoming much more evident the longer his cock is in you.

You nod in acknowledgement before focusing as much as you can on clenching yourself around him. Kiri nods, chewing on his lower lip as he loiters above you, thumb traveling down the expanse of your thigh to eventually find your clit.

"Such a good girl," Kirishima kisses the top of your knee, using his thigh to prop you up, "You always come so good for me, yeah? So pretty."

You're a blubbering mess, words unable to form on your lips, catching on your teeth like a net. You push them out anyway because you think Kiri loves to get you flustered; the smirk on his face and the tensing of his shoulders only does more to confirm your suspicions, so you continue.

He twists so he can get your leg over his shoulder, penetrating you at a whole new angle. You cry out at the first thrust but your cheek is pressed into the pillow so it's muffled.

Kirishima chuckles, "You like moanin' for me, baby?"

"Y-Yes, Kir-"

He tuts his tongue against his teeth, mouth scraping over your knee cap, "What was that?"

It's a warning, a promise that there will be repercussions if you don't follow his lead.

You turn, blinking wide eyes up at him in an attempt to have him forgive you, "Yes daddy."

"Good girl."

Your hand wanders around in midair, something you can't see, in search of him to help him ground you, to anchor you to this world before your spirit flies too far away. He slips his knuckles between yours, effectively grounding you. His mouth pressed to each of your fingers, soothing the nonexistent pain of your bones.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," Kirishima mutters. You can barely hear him over the mixture of panting and blood pumping in your ears. You let out a wanton cry, eyes screwing shut as he drills into you mercilessly, hips slamming into you, surely leaving bruises.

You gulp, your throat sticky from whining into the open air, "Please, I-I want your come. I want you to come in me!"

He chuckles and the deep baritone sound rolls like a wave, the vibrato of his chest making you shiver. You only wish he were talking in your ear instead of so far away.

"I already gave you a baby, sweetheart, what else do you need my come for?" Kirishima snaps his hips particularly fast and you feel your cervix cry out from within you, a jolt forcing its way up your spine.

You whine once you realize what he's said, tears beginning to pin prick the corners of your eyes, "B-But, I-I wan'it."

"Yeah?"

He's mocking you, you know it. His tone is too patronizing, the glimmer in his eyes sarcastic. You pout, squeezing his hand, "Please, daddy. Please. Want you to co-come in me."

Kirishima has his thumb circling your clit, hardening the tip of his finger just enough to give you added friction. You grind your hips upward, chasing the high that will have you crying out his name and stuttering for moments after.

His free hand wraps around your neck from behind, pulling you forward so he can kiss you on the mouth, "Such a good girl," the words are mumbled into your lips, muffled and distorted by the skin, "takin' me like the perfect little slut you are, huh?"

You whine into his mouth, palming at his back as you buck along with him, but he's got you producing waves of slick already. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues fucking you through the crescendo, his own release building and begging in the form of his cock twitching within your dense muscular center.

"Please daddy, please," you know your irises are swallowed by your pupils, eyes blown wide with serotonin. You whimper, sifting your fingers through his hair before digging your nails into the tops of his shoulders, "Wanna make you come, wanna make you feel good, please."

Kiri pushes both of your knees back so he can butterfly you open, your thighs pressing into your chest as he ruts into you sloppily. You can tell by his rhythm that he's nearing the edge of his resolve, his mouth twisted and his nose scrunched at the center.

Your begging for him pushes him over, beckoning a wave of pleasure for him to ride just as steady as he's riding you. Kirishima's hips stutter and his cock twitches from base to tip and you can't help the moan that parts your lips.

After he's come down from the aftershocks, Kiri nuzzles his face into your neck, tugging your legs just enough to help you lay flat on the mattress. He kisses your cheek, "Such a trooper, sweetheart."

"Worth it," you giggle as he blows raspberries against your throat.

His mouth trails, pert blushed lips tickling your body, from your collarbones to your belly. He laughs once he gets to your navel, his voice soft as he speaks, "Not givin' mama a hard time, are ya'?"

Your heart warms at the sight of Kirishima mumbling to your unborn child, his fingertips tracing patterns and names over the stretched skin. He never fails to make you feel beautiful and important, especially not now. Kiri is always telling you how amazing you look, even if it's in a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts.

"You’re so perfect, you know that?” Kiri kisses the top of your belly before pushing himself closer to your face. He’s smiling as he kisses you gently, much in contrast to the past couple of hours you’ve spent between the sheets. He doesn’t mind, though, not right now when your hormones are raging and you want every bit of him that he has to offer.

Kirishima kisses your cheek before pulling away, tugging you close so you can curl up into him, “I don’t know who I had to bribe in another life to get lucky with someone like you, but thank goodness I did it.”

You lay your palms flat against his chest, the muscles of his pectorals flexing under your touch. A smile tugs on the corners of your lips, but overall your body is tired and slow to move. He notices, dipping his head down so he can kiss your forehead and temple.

“You’re gonna be such a good momma,” Kirishima murmurs against your cheek, voice a low rumble in his chest. “I can’t wait to put another baby in you, keep you full all the time, yeah?”

If you were being honest, you’d have as many children as Kiri wants you to have, so long as he’s willing and ready to help you take care of them. And you know he will; Kirishima has been fawning over being a dad since the day you got married a couple of months ago. You’d been together for too long for him not to know with his whole heart that you were to be the mother of his children.

Even so, you scrunch your nose and swat him away, “I’d need a break sometime, you goof.”

“There’s my girl,” he’s peppering kisses over your cheeks now, giggles passed between the two of you at the action, “I can’t wait to meet them. I hope they’re just like you.”

“Kiri,” you whine.

Another bout of laughter escapes his lips, the vibrations in his chest making you feel whole somehow. You never believed any of those sappy romance stories before Kiri; everyone else had played with your heart - toying with it like it was some sort of thing detached from you as a person. He had been the first to throw himself at you and be truly vulnerable, the kindest person you’d ever met.

“What?!” He has you caged into his body now, knees on either side of your waist and elbows by your shoulders. In every sense of the word, you should feel panicked, frightened by the proximity and your inability to escape it. However, the only things flooding through your system are comfort and safety.

Your hands float to meet his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the tops of his cheekbones, “I hope they have your heart. You have such a rare one.”

A blush paints over his cheeks, starting at the neck and making its way skyward. You smile at him, the hormones making a raging comeback as tears fill your vision, “I am such a lucky woman, a lucky wife. You’re going to be a wonderful father.”

Kirishima tucks his face into your neck, careful not to let his hips hover too close to your belly. You feel the wetness of tears on your neck so you drift one hand into his hair, soothing his scalp with your nails. His mouth presses openly to the column of your throat, nudging his nose over your jugular. You smile at the warmth that spreads throughout your body as he curls closer around your, tightening his grip.

“You’re amazing, Kiri,” you murmur into the darkness of the bedroom, “I love you.”

He kisses the juncture of your jaw and neck, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The next few moments are spent in silence, hands finding different patches of warm skin and mouths touching over bones and muscle. His fingertips roam over your belly, hushed words whispered as he brushes his nose over your rib cage. You are sure to echo the same amount of kindness in return, your nails mapping out the dips of his muscles and your mouth littering kisses over the top of his head, planting seeds of kindness like flowers in a garden.

“Wanna take a shower?” Kiri asks after a particular lull in conversation.

You scrape your fingertips over his back, a shudder running down his shoulders at the motion. A hum from you tells him that you’re in agreement, so he shifts away from you, standing to his full height beside the bed. Kiri holds you by the hand, but you tuck your legs into yourself as a shiver racks your body.

“S’cold, Kiri,” you whine, pouting in hopes that he’ll pick you up like he always does.

The redhead chuckles before tucking his arms underneath your shoulders and knees, plucking you from the bed and cradling your body into his chest. You rest your head on his collarbone, nuzzling your nose into his pectoral, “You’re so warm, honey.”

Kirishima kisses the top of your head, turning his body as he walks through the bathroom doors. He sets you down on the counter, your legs swinging slightly while he starts up the shower. The mirror fogs at the top from the heat and you feel a little dizzy from the sudden amount of steam.

You blink when he comes to stand between your legs, hands brushing over your ribs and down over the growing swell of your belly. He’s smiling, a genuine grin that you can’t help but mimic. Kiri leans forward to kiss you on the mouth, hands palming at you to keep you close. He is slow but deliberate, melding his lips to the shape of yours, gently tugging you toward him.

He hums, disconnecting just enough to press warm kisses from the corner of your mouth to your ear. A sigh from his lips makes you shiver, your hands instinctively threading into his hair. Kirishima kisses the juncture of your jaw before pulling away, “Ready?”

You nod and he helps you down from the counter, holding your hand as you step into the shower. Kirishima is quick to pick up your shampoo from the corner shelf, lathering it in his hands while you dampen your hair. His hands are gentle, smooth, much in contrast to his quirk’s abilities. He slides his fingertips through your hair, building up the bubbles as he works the soap into every inch of your hair.

A gasp parts your lips when you feel him press up against you, his torso completely parallel with yours. Kirishima kisses your shoulder, hands slipping down over your body, settling at your hips. He chuckles, “Relax, angel, you’re so tense.”

Kiri’s hands continue to map out the planes of your body, soap trails in his wake. The water from the shower washes over your body, erasing the evidence of his touch. Kirishima helps you to wash the soap out of your hair, turning your body so you’re facing him now. He dips his head under the water to kiss you on the lips, hands still massaging in your hair to relieve it from shampoo and suds.

“You’re so pretty,” Kiri murmurs against your lips. He tugs you forward, rolling his hips up into you, “God, you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad that you’re mine.”

Your hands find his shoulders and you pull away so you can look up at him, stars in your eyes. Just as always, the truth in his gaze - the reality that he really does love you with his whole heart - turns your insides into hot lava, warmth licking at your ribs the longer you stand in front of him. You smile, leaning into him so your bodies are entangled.

You’re not sure when it happened, when you truly became one. But now, you’re satisfied with the idea that you can’t truly tell where you end and he begins.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

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[maybe-your-left]

BITCH YOU KNOW IM GONNA ASK FOR SOME MORE ABOUT COLLEGE KYLO. I ALREADY CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. thank you. I love you.

Claire… Claire Claire Claire. thank you. I feel as though we get each other, almost a hive mind of sorts. College Kylo is the hottest thing ever, he’s a feral bad boy with a cock….that does not fucking quit. It's CANON. Let us muse over him… 

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Chemistry lab is honestly the worst, nothing makes sense and you’ve already taken it twice. So you should actually be a master at it, but nooooo. You can’t focus in the lab, not one fucking bit because your beautiful, lovely and utterly fuckable boyfriend is in it with you and he does NOT keep his hands to himself.

Today was no different, your lab instructor told the class that today you were to work on your end of the year presentation with your partner. Which should be fine, because you and Kylo definitely hadn’t been prepping for it. Every time you tried the both of you would end up throwing your clothes off and Kylo would be balls deep inside any hole he could get to. However, today you were to work on it in the library, lots of space for the two of you to actually work on the project. Once the instructor gave you all the good to go, you flashed a smile at Kylo. Grabbing your bag and his hand to make it to the library.

“What’s our project again?” Kylo groaned. He had spent the past 10 minutes trying to stick his hand down your pants, and now he was pouting because you kept ripping it away. He had his head banging on the table, trying to keep you from focusing. “Baby please stop that,” you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “I think we are doing it on the properties of slime?”

“Slime?” he whined.

“I don’t know!” You leaned back in your chair, pulling your hair up into a bun, “I never wrote it down, but I’m like 90% sure that's what it was.”

Kylo sat up, a red mark on his forehead from the table, “Where do we get slime?”

You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your laptop for useless information on the children's toy, “I’m not getting you slime, I know you’ll get it in your hair.”

Kylo scoffed, standing up from his chair and pacing the table. His hands flexing in and out of fists as he walked, he was irritated. You could feel it rolling off him in waves, the entire library could hear his angered breathing. He rounded the table, placing both hands on the back of your chair, “Can we take a break?”

You leaned your head back, laying it on his stomach, “Kylo we haven't even started.”

“But I’m bored,” Kylo growled, “And we haven’t had sex today and I’m done waiting.”

You scrunched up your forehead, opening your mouth to debate back to him. But you were cut off, Kylo’s hands hooking under your armpits and swiftly picking you up and hoisting you over his shoulder. He strode across the library, surveying as he stalked. Kylo kicked open a doorway, dropping you on the tile. “Ow,” you whined, attempting to get off your ass. Kylo’s head snapped up at your movement, “Stay right there, or else.”

“Okay,” you whispered, his eyes not leaving yours as he walked down the row of public toilets. You glanced around, realizing that Kylo had brought you into the men’s bathroom of the library. Leaning down to the floor, careful to not touch it with your cheek, you peeked down the stalls. There was no one inside which was a good thing. Kylo came back around the corner, his big hands already unzipping his jeans. He stared at you as he fished out his cock, eyes black with lust. His cock sprung out, hard and angry. Veins pulsing around the shaft and beads of precum leaking from the tip. He brought it to your lips, rubbing the head across your lips, “Come on baby, I know you want it.”

You took in a breath, eyes flickering between his cock and his face. You really wanted to suck it, it had been too long since you had fucked, but this was a bathroom. “Kylo…” you sighed, “Anyone could come in here…”

“I know.”

You gestured to the room, not understanding what he wanted. Crossing your arms as you glared at him. Kylo let out a sigh, “Fine,” he dropped his cock, kneeling down in front of you, “Be a brat.”

His hands shot out, grabbing your ankles and lifting you from the floor upside down. He pinned you to his body, hand snaking down to yank your leggings towards his face. “Kylo what the fuck,” you squealed. Legs attempting to kick him, but he had a tight grip on you, he continued to pull at your leggings. Ripping them off your right leg along with your underwear, he switched arms. Freeing his other arm so he could yank the rest off the left leg. Once he finished he set you back on the floor, hands now going for your shirt. You scrambled to your feet, “Baby what the hell,” you giggled. Kylo just smiled at you, moving forward with every backwards step. “You need to be quiet, anyone could hear you.”

He had backed you up to the sinks, your bare ass hitting the cool countertops. You gripped the edge, starting at Kylo who was now jerking his cock, eyes devouring your exposed pussy. Kylo closed his eyes, fisting himself harder and letting out soft moans. You couldn’t take it anymore, walking towards him and dropping to your knees, you swatted his hands away. Wrapping your lips around his cock, Kylo groaned above you. Hands threading into your hair, hips slowly thrusting into your warm mouth. You closed your eyes, dropping your jaw open the best you could. Glancing up at Kylo, his eyes were shut, his mouth agape. You tried to get as much as you could down your throat, slobbering up and down his shaft, hands working to free his aching balls from his jeans.

Kylo's head whipped down, yanking your head off of him. “I think I’m wet enough now,” he lifted you up, knees slotting in his elbows. Kylo looked down between you two, your pussy open for him to see. You had become painfully wet after sucking him off, snaking a hand down to his cock and lining his tip up with your core. He pulled you almost flush with his chest, slightly pushing inside you. Kylo had you in a death grip, his arms hooking under your knees and wrapping around your back. Long enough to trail your spine and grip onto the back of your shoulders. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips before whispering, “You better not scream baby.”

Your lips parted and suddenly Kylo shoved you down on his cock. Hard. Your pussy spread onto his thick cock, you let out a wail. Unprepared for his forceful thrusts, Kylo didn’t let you rest, his hips pulling out and immediately shoving back in. His grip on your shoulders allowing him to fuck into you hard and fast. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to anchor yourself, but it was no use. Kylo was going too hard, cock tearing through you at each bounce. You poor pussy was squelching out wetness, the bathroom filling with his heavy pants and your shameless moans.

“You need to shut your whore mouth,” Kylo growled, cock still thrusting at a punishing pace.

You moaned, “I can’t-FUCK-please,” you brought in a deep breath trying to still Kylo by pressing on his shoulders, “You-you neEED-FUCK.” Another loud scream tore from your throat, he wasn’t letting up, pumping harder and harder every time. Kylo brought his lips to your neck licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh as he spread you. “Sloow, slowerrr please,” you managed to squeak out.

Kylo pulled off your neck, a smirk on his face. “I can’t ,” he grunted, “Your pussy feels too good. Fucking cum on me, please princess.”

He thrusted into you harder, your head lolling back. Body fully submitting to his movements, there was nothing else you wanted to do in the world, cumming on him was the only thing you wanted. “Rub your fuckin’ clit princess,” he growled, “Wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” Kylo sunk his teeth into your shoulder, earning another squeal. You snaked your hand down, rubbing furiously on your clit, each circle jolting your pussy. Clenching around Kylo's cock over and over, you were so close to cumming, each push into your cunt brought you closer and closer.

Kylo's' lips left your shoulder leaning his forehead against your temple, “Cum, cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, succumbing to the pleasure. Pussy clenching around him as you came. Barely taking in any breaths as your moaned into the air, Kylo had stilled inside you, breathing heavily into your ear. You felt him stop inside you, waiting for his cum to fill you, but it never happened. Raising your head, you saw Kylo was grinning at something behind you. You followed his gaze, landing on a poor shaking boy who had walked into the bathroom while you had cum on Kylo.

The guy's eyes were blown wide, darting between Kylo's predatory smile and your flushed face. Kylo cleared his throat, gathering his attention, “What’s wrong little man? Never seen a woman cum before?”

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*cough cough* 

well im hard as hell. 

thank you sweet baby bird, i love you. 

[baekberrie]

hi!! can I request one where baekhyun gets jealous when he sees someone else flirting with his s/o? i lovee your writing, thanks!!

You hated fighting with Baekhyun, that was for sure. But while a part of you wished for all of the heavy tensions and laser shooting glares to be over, the petty side of you just didn’t want to let go of the grudge this one time. It had been three days since the last time the two of you had talked and the fact that he didn’t make any effort to talk things out made you utterly furious. Well, bring it up, you thought, it was a game of pride, and yours wasn’t going to crumble easily. Not any less his.

The relationship between you and Baekhyun was like a blue flame, a burning passion, a love where he wouldn’t see anyone but you and your heart only knew how to love him, and no one else, ever. A love that would push you over crazy limits for each other, where being apart would make it hard to breathe. There was nothing in this world you were more sure on than the fact that you and he were meant to be. As if the two of you were tied by a red thread, securely so, you were wrapped around his finger and no less was he on yours.

But that was what rended every fight so much more intense, so hard to give up. You were two strong personalities that many times crashed, each fighting for their justice whenever tested. Your friends had many times wondered why you bothered to stay in a relationship with someone so hard to deal with and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at those questions. Of course, Baekhyun could be so stubborn, so mean and in one second become everything you ever hated, but that was because he was your everything. It was meant to happen. What point was there to relationships if you let fights that could in one way or another be solved, tear you apart? Yes, you and Baekhyun fought a lot, and yet here you were, still refusing to let go of each other. Because you didn’t let arguments get to you.

Fighting also meant caring for each other.

An exasperated sigh left your lips when the school’s biggest flirt pinned you against the wall for the tenth time that week, his sharp gaze undressing you and you felt it burn through your skin, it took all of you not to muster the disgusted cringe that threatened to twist your lips. You had lost the count of the times you’d told him that you were taken and that you had absolutely zero interest in him, but it had been as if your words had entered one ear and exited the other, you were seriously starting to consider telling him in a different language out of pure desperation.

Absentmindedly, you were checking on your nails while the boy tried to seduce you with words that had turned useless before he’d even spoken them.

On the other side of the huge corridor was your boyfriend who had just exited from his previous class. You hadn’t seen him coming out of his music course because of the tall man currently hovering over you, Baekhyun couldn’t help but shoot daggers into the guys’ back, absolutely despiting the way he was approaching you when he full well knew - the whole school knew -that you were his girlfriend. Before he knew it, the glare on his face had become permanent, oddly so, he felt his heart clench in his chest when your gaze crossed his, a look of surprise made its way on your face for the quickest second before it morphed into something that set his blood on fire. The way your gaze swiftly went from the guy in front you and back to Baekhyun, only to lift a cocky eyebrow, as if you were laughing at his misery.

Well, what are you going to do about this?

His sharp teeth drilled deeply into his bottom lip as he felt himself crumble on the inside, he could stay mad at you for how long he wanted, he could give the cold shoulder forever if he wished, but this, he could never handle it, he could never handle see you giving him that look while next to another man. The jealousy was eating him up as he continued watching, barely stopping himself from throwing punches at the guy. It was unfair, how he would turn so armless, so vulnerable at your actions.

Deciding that the guy was crossing yet another line, he leaned away from the wall, taking big steps towards you. You counted to three in your head.

1

2

3- the guy has immediately torn away from your view and you barely held a smirk at the mix of anger and jealousy clouding Baekhyun’s eyes. He breathed heavily, his nose flaring as he gave you a chilling glare once he faced you. It did intimidate you a bit, but not enough to not keep your stand and answer his gaze with a mocking smirk. You could hear his blood boil inside of his veins.

“Well?” You prompted, crossing your arms over your chest challengingly. He sent you a warning glare.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Baekhyun growled and you found yourself admiring the veins that surfaced on his neck, how his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he gulped.

“What?” You knew exactly what he was talking about but still found playing clueless way too fun to give him what he wanted right away. His jaw clenched and you couldn’t help yourself when you found it extremely handsome of him to do that.

“Am I a joke to you? Stop playing with me,” His breath was hitting your cheek when he warned you once more, sounding like he was barely controlling his anger within, increasing the closeness between the two of you, extending each arm on each side of your head so that he could trap you completely.

“What for? Are you jealous?” You knew that you were just adding more fuel to the fire, but you loved this game. Baekhyun knew better than anyone else that you solely loved him, and yet he let other people who wanted you get to him. It showed his insecurities, he was afraid to lose you.

“Don’t provoke me,” He breathed out, voice low and threatening, “You’re mine.” Finally, you thought. This was what you wanted to hear, you wanted this confidence in his voice always, you didn’t want him to doubt himself over you. “Prove it,” You said, and the last thing you saw was his deep, icy blue orbs flowing with want before your vision went black and his lips were devouring yours, his mouth hastily tracing your jaw.

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okayyy so this isn’t that fluffy but I listened to bts danger and I couldn’t help myself!! As always, im so sorry for making you wait, I hope this was worth the wait~ 💖🌹

[cheryllcher]

A Merry Sprinkle Christmas

it’s christmas!! and of course i had to write something about a sprinkle-loving human :) presenting a lil very long fic of my sprinklebug au!! im overseas now so my laptop is miles away and i cant add the cut so ://

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“3...2...1... IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

Marinette squealed as the clocked that ticked away on the living room wall proudly displayed 12 o’ clock. There were sparkles in her eyes as she tried to decided which gift to open first while she scurried to the christmas tree from her place on the couch, making Tom and Sabine chuckle. It was always a Dupain-Cheng tradition to open a gift at midnight every christmas, and this year was no exception.

Their home had sprigs of mistletoe sprinkled (yes this is intentional :> ) around with the scent of fresh hot chocolate filling the air. Stocking hung along the pretend fireplace aka the window, custom made by one (1) aspiring fashion designer of course. The kitchen was filled with food, drinks and ingredients for the upcoming christmas party happening in less than 18 hours. (Marinette was shamelessly counting down.) The tree was the centre of attention though, bringing twinkles into the house- courtesy of the fairy lights wrapped around it. Ornaments, each unique with a story behind them, was carefully placed on some of the branches of the tree, the collection constantly growing. There was no star though, as they don’t see the need for one. Tom joked that Marinette was their star what with all the commissions she’d received from Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. (“Dad, no! I’m not a star!”) Marinette once tried to add sprinkles to it but they all just fell to the floor which formed a pile of sprinkles around the base of the tree that made her sad.

Marinette was a whole new level of Christmas. She was decked out in her oversized self-knitted sweater with hand-sewn sprinkles decorating it and a cat pun right in the middle. (Gummy Chat would be proud of the cat pun part) Her christmas hat was lined with fake fluffy fur and a big, fluffier pom pom at the tip, decorated with-surprise!- even more hand-sewn sprinkles. Warm fuzzy socks were on her feet, in christmas’ colours, made to look like elf shoes with again, sprinkles made of thread. Almost covered by her hat were mistletoe sprigs pinned to the hair ties that held her hair in pigtails, a huge contrast against her black hair. Tiny bells jingled away on her wrists and ankles, making sounds wherever the sprinkle-obsessed girl went.

“Hang on Marinette. We have some new ornaments to add to the tree this year,” Sabine called out to her daughter, effectively halting the jingly movements. Another tradition in the Dupain-Cheng household, putting up new ornaments if they have any new ones to introduce to their myriad of not-so-new ones. The petite woman pulled out a blob from a box on the table. How did I miss that? Marinette thought as she finally caught sight of the red cardboard cube.

“This,” she gestured to the animal shaped piece, “is to commemorate Paris’ heroes for all they’ve done for us. Sprinklebug and Gummy Chat may not know this but I think they deserve to be celebrated with our other memories on the tree considering their contributions and everything that happened this year with the akumas.” She then put it up on an empty spot on the tree. It was a black cat with a ladybug on its nose. Marinette tried to keep her tears hidden, surprised and touched at the same time. At least one of them knows, Mum.

“There’s a second one, but it’s one of your presents and it can wait till tomorrow if you choose to open another present first.”

Any thoughts of which present to pick went out the girl’s mind, scrambling to figure out which box it is in. Tom laughed at his daughter with fondness before locating it for her, booming with much more laughter as a mass of sprinkles launched for it. 5 seconds of paper tearing and a lid thrown aside later...

*Gasp* “SPRINKLES! A sprinkle shaker! I’ve looked forever for one of these and you’ve finally found one! THANKS MUM AND DAD!”

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Operation: Prepare for Christmas Party was almost complete by the 1 hour left mark, so Sabine told Marinette to go and prepare all her gifts and get ready for the party using the remaining time. (She knows how serious that human takes these tasks.) Marinette already triple checked everything the day before and planned her outfit, so all she was left with was hair and makeup which only takes 15 minutes. This means that she was able to sneak out the skylight as her super-secret-alter-ego to meet up with her partner as scheduled. Tikki was interrupted from admiring her present from Marinette, a mini sprinkle-themed dress, but she didn’t mind. Gift in hand, Sprinklebug soared across her city before finding the cat themed hero lounging around on the Eiffel Tower, whistling a christmas tune. He opened an eye at the sound of her landing, a grin taking over his features.

“Merry christmas, sprinkle-boo!” Chat said as a greeting, Sprinklebug returning it in a sing-song voice and a hug. The feline boy kept his eyes on the item his lady brought with her, curiosity definitely triggered. This made Sprinklebug giggle and give in to his silent request, taking hers from the centre of the roof when her friend’s tail pointed in that direction. They opened their presents together, too eager to wait another moment of say another word.

“Omg it’s sprinkles shakers with fancy sprinkles! I’ve been meaning to paint on some for fun and this is perfect! But... isn’t this an expensive brand? Chat-“

“Nuh-uh, no can do madame. I insist and you can’t say no. Also you gave me like 3 different things I should’ve gotten you more!”

They went back and forth for a bit before they burst into giggles, ending whatever “argument” they had. Chat then asked about the ornament that she had given him.

“Ornaments are sort of my family tradition, so i thought I’d make you one. Cat’s and gummy worms and a small pun too. It’s one of a kind.”

Tears swarmed in Chat’s eyes, threatening to fall. He needs to hurry home soon so that he can cry and swoon in pure bliss. He picked up golden thread when pushing away his hat so that he won’t accidentally get it wet. Inspecting it, his saw the name of his princess. Sprinklebug cursed herself mentally for not setting aside of her habit of signing articles of fashion with golden thread.

“Oh, that. I couldn’t knit myself so I commissioned Marinette to create this hat. I’m sure you’re familiar? But please don’t go asking her who I am as I did it via super suit. And before I forget, inside the bag with gummy worms is plagg’s cheese and tiny hat. Wish him merry christmas for me please.” My, what a mouthful you idiot!

“Ah, okay. Please do that same for me with Tikki. And thanks for reminding me, give her one of the shakers. It’s indicated with a little tag.”

They did a little more talking, ultimately bringing the topic back to how Sprinklebug gave Gummy Chat way more things which were also cooler and that he should have gotten more to balance it out.

“It’s really alright, minou. Seeing you smile and enjoying your present is way bigger than all the presents I gave you combined.” A warm smile was directed at Chat.

“Awwww is m’lady finally falling for my smile?” He was being a jokester and he knew it.

“You wish.”

They then parted ways at half past 5, Sprinklebug to prepare for a party and Gummy Chat to soon head over to said party. Not that either of them knew.

Sidenote: Adrien did cry and swoon in bliss for about 20 minutes once home though. Plagg just munched on the edible part of his present and asking him to stop producing “eye-pee” and check for everything before heading to pigtails’ party already.

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so there it is! i wanted to write about the christmas party but it’s kinda long so maybe a part 2?? but i also kinda wanna just leave it as a oneshot. hmm decisions decisions... but i hope you liked this thing that i wrote and merry christmas!!

[thotantics]

hi can i ask for a prompt with yoongi? B12 and D13 please💌

⚤   pairing — reader + Min Yoongi

✎ word count — 2,591

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), squirting

prompt(s) — B12: Heavy eye contact + D13: Squirting

[A/N] hhhngn i hope this came out ok! writing it was a little touch and go as i’ve been anxious the last couple of days again but ive been reading some amazing things and trying to keep myself inspired and happy, and im pretty satisfied with this. also!! happy belated birthday to @gotmetalkinginmysleep 💖💖💖

You knew exactly what to do to get him fired up. Even though Yoongi had spent the evening watching you from afar and sulking, you were pleased with yourself. He deserved it.

He’d promised you a romantic candle lit dinner the night before after countless nights of eating alone while he worked late, but when you showed up at his apartment, he was passed out asleep on the couch. Impossible to wake up once he was that deeply asleep, you hadn’t even bothered to try and had gone to sleep in his bed by yourself after a lonely dinner that was definitely lacking in the romance that you had been so looking forward to.

What was worse is he hadn’t even bothered to apologize. He slid under the covers with you just before dawn, groaning softly into the crook of your neck and prodding at the middle of your back with an erection, and though you had been wide awake, you pretended you were still asleep until he dozed back off, curled up behind you.

The following day you were, perhaps childishly so, hellbent on pissing him off. Yoongi, as complex as he could be at times when he tried to hide his feelings and act much tougher than he truly was, could be played like a fiddle under the right circumstances. Lord knows that you knew all the right buttons to press after a lengthy relationship. You knew all the ins and outs of this man by now. His hopes, his fears, his insecurities, his strengths, but most importantly, you knew what made him tick.

Using Jimin for your agenda was easy - the younger man was a born flirt and it oozed out of every pore regardless of who he spoke to. So when you stuck to his side that evening, giggling and playful, he was all too easy to use to get the right kind of attention from your negligent boyfriend.

Yoongi bought it so fast, too. Hook, line, and sinker. The moment you touched Jimin’s arm for a little bit too long, you could practically feel his eyes on you. But you didn’t let him know that you knew he was watching, not yet. Not until he came to you, voice low while you sat on the counter top with Jimin at your side, drunk and a little too friendly.

“Let’s go to bed.” Yoongi practically growled the words at you, his mouth at your ear and his hand squeezing just a little too tight around your wrist.

You agreed, lips curving into a knowing smile as you hopped down off the counter and gave Jimin a lingering hug goodnight before Yoongi all but drug you away from him.

You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him long before he kicked shut his bedroom door and barked out a command for you to strip and lay down on his bed. If you couldn’t have the romantic night he had promised you, at least you could have him like this. Possessive, needy, wild.

His eyes were flashing, mouth drown down in a tight lipped frown that made your heart flutter. He’s cute when he’s pissy, you think to yourself. You smile up at him, innocently, adoringly, and he whips off his belt and chucks it to the floor with a snap.

“What are you smiling about?” He asks you.

“How cute you are.” You reply.

“Oh? Not about how cute Jiminie is?”

At this, you let yourself giggle. He was truly so, so easy. Excitement rippling in your veins, you lay back on the bed, fully naked, like he told you to.

Yoongi hasn’t broken eye contact with you yet, not until the shirt he lifts over his head interrupts it as he asks, “What are you laughing about?”

“I just love you.” You tell him. And you mean it. As much as the previous night had disappointed you, finding him curled up asleep when he had promised you something, you knew in the back of your mind that you could have come to him in tears the next day and he would have rectified his wrong doing. But it was much more fun for both of you, this way.

He huffs a little, but doesn’t reply to your sentiment, instead telling you in a clipped tone, “Spread yourself for me.”

You do, parting your thighs and pressing your fingers to your sex to splay yourself open for him. He likes you best like this when he’s in a sulky mood, open and vulnerable and all for him. And god, do you like it, too, when he takes control and most of all, when he takes you. You’re entirely his, anyway, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to claim you over and over and over again, for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi is quiet when he starts. He jerks himself off while sitting on his knees, his balls nestled between your spread lower lips, teasing you with the jerking motion of his hand on his cock, his eyes locked on yours and daring you to ask him for more. But you don’t. You know he’ll give it to you in due time, especially if you’re patient. He masturbates in such a quick, rough motion that you wonder briefly how it doesn’t hurt but then again, you know that he likes it when it does. His fingers are tight around his shaft, the head of his dick red from being squeezed so tight repeatedly. Eventually the slick sounds of precum coating his hand is coupled with the ragged breaths from him, lording above you.

You writhe, needing friction, but just before it gets too unbearable, just before he can spill his cum across your belly and waste it, he stops and pulls back away from you. A glance down where your hands still spread yourself open show him that watching him jerk himself off has made you wet, and he gives you a haughty little smirk before he lays down flat between your open thighs.

You desperately want his mouth on you, but he busies himself with exploring you with his fingers first, like always. You steel yourself in preparation, eyes shutting tight. You know if you ask for it, he’ll just make you wait even longer. He’s meticulous, practiced, far too good at pressing all of your buttons same as you can his. It’s exciting and makes you both vulnerable, but you like it that way.

His fingers avoid your clit, stroking over your labia and pressing gingerly into your entrance, then he pulls back, pressing the slick digit into his mouth and just observing you while he sucks it clean, watching as you get wetter with anticipation.

“Did Park Jimin do this to you?” He asks you quietly, and you know that he knows better. He’s confident in your relationship, he knows you’re loyal and he knows you belong to him, mind, body, and soul. But you humor him anyway. 

“No, Yoongi. You did.”

His eyes lift from your sex and meet your own, lips curving briefly into a smile, but he wipes it away from his face as quickly as it appeared, ducking his head down to finally let you have his mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours when he tastes you, tongue flat and stroking from your clenching hole up to your clit. He leaves it there, flexing the wet muscle on your most sensitive spot, eyes on yours and silently daring you to look away. You wouldn’t. He’s hypnotizing and beautiful there, licking expertly between your thighs.

Yoongi hums, a low tone that sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core, legs jerking briefly around his head. His eyes narrow briefly, a silent warning for you to hold still and let him do what he wants to do, then his hands pin your thighs open wide and he nuzzles his mouth into you further, pushing your hands out of the way. He licks deeply and sucks, latching onto your clit with an obscene sound that makes you moan and gasp all at once.

You hold still the best you can, hands threading through his hair, breathing steady to keep yourself in check but he’s fully consuming you and it’s hard to be as still as you know he wants you to be. You want to rut your hips up against his mouth, to tug and pull on his hair to get him in the spot you want him in so you can get yourself off as quick as possible, but Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on you and you don’t dare.

If he wasn’t in this specific mood, to possess you and own you, you wouldn’t care at all to take what you want from him but like this? You take what he gives you and nothing more.

After all, you wanted him like this. You made him like this, mad with his need to consume you entirely and claim you as his. He nuzzles his nose against your clit, tongue fucking shallowly at your entrance and you murmur his name, thighs twitching with the effort to stay wide open for him.

“Yes, baby?” He pulls a breath away and his eyes are tender, even as he licks the remains of your wetness from his lips, “Tell me how I can please you.”

Not expecting him to want to cater to you like this, you scramble for a moment, mind reeling with possibilities but the truth hits you like a truck when his fingers dig into the meat of your inner thigh, and you tell him, “I want your fingers.”

“Where?” He encourages you, eyes flickering briefly down as he presses a kiss to your swollen clit, then he looks back up at you patiently. It’s a complete switch that’s been flicked, your submissive side out in full force, overwhelmed by him, by the need he’s been building in you.

“I-in my pussy.” You whimper, “Fuck me with your fingers…a-and, fuck!�� keep licking me. Please.”

Yoongi was already granting your every wish before you could finish asking for it, his long digits pressing inside of you and curling up, making you curse. When his tongue goes back to work, he shuts his eyes briefly and savors the taste of you, wet and warm against his lips. He pumps his fingers into you, being sure to press shallowly into you with his fingers curved right up against the texture of your inner wall where he knows your g spot is.

His tongue feels like heaven, slipping between your folds expertly and flattening against the sensitive bundle of your clit, alternating between flicks from the point of his tongue at the perfect speed to lavishing you there with his lips wrapping around and sucking sinfully. You can’t stop your thighs twitching and your hips lifting, craving more and more though he happily gives it to you each time.

He looks up at your face only to see you watching his mouth carefully, entranced by the sight of his tongue. You expected him to tease you endlessly, to deny to orgasm until his cock was in you, but you lock eyes with him and whisper in warning, “I-I’m coming..”

He nods against you, giving you permission before pressing his fingers into your cunt harder and faster, his tongue flat and rubbing fully against your swollen clit while you rock your hips up against face. Yoongi groans, pressing a third finger inside of you, stretching you with the briefest twinge of pain before your walls accommodate to the addition. He uses the strength in his whole arm, fucking up against your g spot rough and harsh while his tongue keeps licking, sweet and slow. You feel yourself about to bust entirely, all while staring into his eyes and you shut your lids peacefully, letting go.

Yoongi fucks you three fingers deep, and the obscene squelching that emits from your sex sends a blush from your cheeks straight down your chest. You don’t expect the tidal wave that follows, but the moment you feel it, you open your eyes to look down at him in utter shock.

It feels almost wrong for half a second. Are you pissing yourself?? But the look of sheer desire that crosses Yoongi’s face, his brows lifted in surprise wipes away any negative feelings and you don’t even try to hold back. You’ve never done this before, never gushed so fully, never cum with this much intensity.

Writhing under him, legs desperately trying to shut around his arm as he pulls back to watch, you buck and groan and completely soak the sheets, soak your boyfriend’s arm, his tongue licking lasciviously across his lips to capture the taste of your cum.

“Oh my god,” You chant, “Oh god, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

“It’s ok, baby.” He murmurs, and he places one hand flat on your tummy and he keeps fucking you with his hand, deeper this time, pressing tight at your lower stomach like he’s trying to milk more of it out of you, his mouth hungry and his tone low as he groans desperately against your throbbing, oversensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” He mewls against you, tongue and lips as desperate as his fingers to work another orgasm from you, just as wet as the first. “One more,” He begs, “Give it to me… please.”

You cum again just seconds after the first time, and the gush is significantly less but with his insistent fingers fucking you and his tongue on your clit, he gets what he was after. He withdraws in a hurry, palm rubbing sloppy and hurried at your clit as his mouth latches onto your core and he sucks and swallows every drop he can down, groaning and massaging your left thigh appreciatively.

He’s made you cum twice in a row countless times in the past, fucking you senseless after making you cum once on his fingers only to immediately hammer you into another orgasm but this time was different. With the sheets below you soaked and the evidence of your orgasm dripping from his chin, Yoongi pushes himself up from your pussy, gripping his cock and sliding it home inside of you. You whine and wrap yourself around him, completely fucked out of your mind and body trembling with the exertion.

It takes everything in you to keep your weary legs open so he can jackhammer his hips into yours, his mouth wet as he kisses across your neck and your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan into his mouth, weak and used, but you give yourself over to the pleasure of feeling him rutting away inside of you, desperate to find his release. When he cums, he grunts into your neck and buries himself deeply inside of you, panting and shaking all over.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses, “That was so hot, baby.” He pulls back away from you and looks down at you in awe for a moment before he pulls out of you. Your legs fall weary, flat to the mattress and Yoongi stands over you, chest heaving, and looks at the mess the two of you had just made. You’re half dead, unable to lift a muscle, breath coming out ragged and head lolling uselessly to the side, completely and utterly fucked out of your mind, your insides still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You’ve never looked more sexy,” He declares, “Do you know that?”

[brideofkylosolo]

Chapter 2 is HERE!

I FINALLY finished ch 2 of my Adam Sackler series.  so without further ado, I present to you...

CH2: Love is a Battlefield - Girls fic (Adam X OC)

Adam and Amelia attend a party and run into the last person they want to see.

Warnings: Violence, NSFW, swearing, blood, angst, oral, fingering, breast play.

    The party didn’t suck as a bad as Adam had thought it was going to. He had honestly never been one for attending parties considering he didn’t like crowds plus the temptation of alcohol, but Marc, a director he had worked with several times, had insisted he at least show up for a little bit, that it would be good for his career.  He reluctantly agreed to go for an hour.  Amelia had even offered to go with him, and she hated parties as much as he did.

    The two of them had been dating for a little over two months and things were going amazing.  They rarely fought and when they did, they worked it out in no time.  Plus the sex was absolutely fucking mind-blowing; Amelia could easily give him a run for his money in terms of banter.

    Adam was talking to some guy when he noticed a familiar face at the bar.

    “Hey is that fuckface?” he whispered to Amelia, who was sitting next to him on the couch.

    Amelia looked over to see Chad, her ex, walking over to where they were.  She let out a stream of curses under her breathe.

    “Amelia, hey,” Chad casually said.  “Surprised to see you here and with, well, this guy.”  He pointed a thumb in Adam’s direction with disdain.

    Adam glared at him.

    “His name’s Adam,” Amelia replied coolly.

    “Andy, right,” Chad responded.  “Look, we haven’t talked in a while, so what do you say we blow this place and go get a drink?  You know, catch up.”

    “There’s a reason we haven’t talked.  Besides, I’m here with my boyfriend, Adam.”

    “Alex, right,” Chad said with indifference.  “So anyway, what do you say?”

    “No, thanks,” Amelia said as she looped her right arm through Adam’s muscular left arm, her hand resting on his hand.

    Chad crept closer.  “Come on.  Besides, I guarantee you’ll have a much better time than with this loser.”

    “Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Adam barked at Chad. “Amelia told you she doesn’t want to talk so why don’t you fucking leave, you fucking jabroni.”

    “The fuck you call me?” Chad said.

    Adam stood up, puffing his chest out.  “You fucking heard me.”

    “Come on Adam, let’s get out of here,” Amelia said as she tried to pull Adam away.

    Chad stepped closer to Adam, his right hand balling up.  “You got a problem with me, you fucking tool?”

    Adam chuckled.  “Tool? That’s fucking rich coming from you, you shitbag.”

    Chad punched Adam’s jaw hard causing him to fall back onto the couch.  Amelia screamed as Chad jumped on him and continued to punch him.

     “Get off him!” she yelled as she tried to pull Chad off Adam only to have Chad’s elbow hit her in the mouth, making her fall backward.

    Adam hit Chad back as hard as he could.  He was seeing red; the only thing on his mind was to beat Chad to a bloody pulp for all the things he did to Amelia.  He soon felt hands on the back of his shirt pulling him to his feet and away from Chad.  Adam lunged at him but hands on his chest, pushing him away made him stop.

    “Jesus, calm down,” Brad’s voice rang in his ear as he dragged him away and down a hall.

    Adam punched the wall as he was guided towards the restroom. Someone shoved him inside the cramped space and he continued to hit the walls in anger, his blood boiling.  He about to drive his fist into the mirror when he noticed Amelia stand stoically against the door, her jaw clenched in what could only be read as fear.

    “Oh fuck,” Adam cursed, his rage quickly subsiding.  He crumpled to the floor in a mix of exhaustion and anguish.

    Amelia wordlessly ran some paper towels under water and kneeled in front of Adam between his outstretched legs.  As she reached out to wipe the blood off his face, Adam gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, resting his right cheek on her shoulder.  Amelia paused at his actions but softly smiled, her left hand stroking his head.  She rested her cheek on top of his head as Adam began to cry softly.

    “I’m sorry,” he managed to say.

    “You have nothing to be sorry about,” Amelia told him.

    “But I could’ve hurt you.”

    Amelia lifted his face up.  “But you didn’t.”

    Adam just bit his lip and rested his forehead against Amelia’s shoulder.  Amelia just continued to run her fingers through his hair to comfort him as she rested her cheek on his head.

    “I have to admit, it was kind of satisfying to watch you beat the shit out of Chad, though,” Amelia said with a grin.

    Adam had to smile at that comment.  “It did feel good hitting that fucker.”

    Amelia kissed his head.  She hugged him closer, her fingers running through his hair.  “Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.”

    Adam let Amelia wipe the blood away from his face.  Just as Amelia finished cleaning the blood from Adam’s nose, someone knocked on the door.  Amelia answered it.

    “How’s he doing?” Brad asked.

    Amelia gave a weary smile.  “He’s fine.  Little beat up but he’ll be fine.  Is fuckhead still out there?”

    “No, he got thrown out.  Someone said they saw him leave.  You need me to grab you anything?”

    “Some ice might be good and can you get a first aid kit?”

    Brad nodded and left.  He returned a short time later with a bag of ice and a first aid kit, handing them to Amelia.

    Adam hissed as Amelia placed the ice pack on his left eye. “Fuck me, that’s cold.”

    Amelia snickered to herself; at least Adam seemed to be getting back to his old self fairly quickly.  She proceeded to clean Adam’s hand, wrapping it in a bandage.

    When she was done, Adam wordless started to tend to the cut on Amelia right elbow.  

    “Adam, I’m fine,” she insisted.

Adam just ignored her and continued to clean the cut.  She hissed as he applied peroxide on the wound.

“Shit, sorry,” Adam said as he patted the excess blood off.

    “It’s ok,” Amelia mumbled as she buried her face on Adam’s chest.

    Adam finished cleaning off Amelia’s injury and wrapped the cut in gauze, making sure the wound was completely covered.  He pulled her close, resting his right cheek on her head.

    Amelia hugged him back, burying her face in Adam’s massive chest. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said and gave Adam a soft kiss on the lips.

    He grinned at her and they headed home, taking the subway back to Amelia’s studio apartment.  As they snuggled next to each other in their seats as they rode home, Adam nuzzled her shoulder, his left hand slowly dipping into the front of her jeans.

    Amelia bit her bottom lip as she grinned.  She cupped Adam’s face with her left hand and planted a soft kiss on his jawline.  “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she teasingly warned him as his fingers grazed the front of her panties.

    Adam just chuckled and snaked his fingers deeper into Amelia’s jeans; he continued to nuzzle her shoulder, planting a kiss on the bare skin of her exposed shoulder.

    Amelia let out a tiny moan as she kissed Adam’s jawline again.

    Before long, their stop arrived.  Amelia led Adam out of the subway car by the hand and they hurried home to her studio apartment.  Adam hugged her from behind as she unlocked her door, nuzzling his face into her mid-length hair; he reached under her cold shoulder top, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

    Amelia just smiled, leaning back slightly into Adam’s massive firm chest as she unlocked her door and pulled him inside.  She had barely closed and locked the door before Adam had her pinned against the wall, his lips crashing into hers.  Amelia moaned as Adam pulled her shirt over her head, his large hands cupping her pert bra-covered breasts, giving them gentle squeezes. She returned the kiss, pulling Adam’s shirt off as well.

    Adam lifted her up and carried her over to the bed in the sleeping alcove, his hands cradling her ass.  Amelia wrapped her legs around Adam’s torso, her hands threaded in his shoulder-length dark hair.  She continued to deeply kiss him, giving his lower lip a gentle nibble.

    “Ow!” Adam exclaimed.

    “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Amelia said as she hugged Adam.  It was definitely going to take some getting used Adam having that cut on his lip.

    “It’s ok,” Adam replied as he rubbed her back in reassurance.  He kissed the top of her head.

    Amelia leaned up and kissed him tenderly on the lips.  Adam laid her onto the bed as he melted into her kiss.  He moaned as he crawled over her body, his hands pinning hers on either side of her head. He rubbed his hips into hers, the friction making him very hard.  He began to suck and nibble on her neck; there was no doubt, she was going to have one hell of a hickey in the morning.

    Adam removed her bra and took her right nipple in his mouth, gently sucking it; it easily became hard in his mouth.  Once the bud was hard, he then kissed a trail of kitten kisses down her chest to the top of her jeans.  He undid them and slowly slid them over her hips and to the floor along with her heels.  He kissed her skin as he slowly pulled her red panties off, peppering her inner thigh and area around her vagina with soft kisses.

    “Wait, are you sure you should be doing tha – OH FUCK!” Amelia exclaimed as Adam lapped her essence with one fell swoop.

    She arched her back in bliss as he lapped her folds with his tongue, paying extra attention to the nub at the top of her opening.  Adam flicked his tongue over the bud making it double its size; Amelia gasped in surprise and pleasure as Adam alternated between kissing and sucking her clit.

    She threaded her fingers through Adam’s shoulder-length raven hair as he vigorously licked and sucked her folds, subconsciously bucking her hips every so often whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

    “Oh fuck,” Amelia moaned.  “Oh shit!  Oh yes, right there, babe, right there.  Oh fuck, your tongue is fucking magical!”

    Adam continued to passionately devour Amelia’s lady bits, making sure to get into every possible nook and cranny of her sex.  He slowly inserted a finger and gently moved it in and out of her entrance while he sucked on her bud.

    Amelia moaned as she nibbled on her lower lip, her pussy pulsing in bliss as her orgasm slowly built.

    “Oh fuck,” she moaned as she arched her back.  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m…”

    Amelia let out a moan and threw her head back against the pillow as her orgasm hit her.  She gripped the sheets next to her as she rode out her climax.

    Adam wiped his mouth and deeply kissed Amelia on the lips, his large hands slowly caressing her body.  Amelia melted into her boyfriend’s kiss, her hands running through his dark hair.

    Adam gently rolled her onto her stomach and pulled his jeans off. He straddled her legs, his hands running up her bare legs to her supple ass; he gave her butt a soft squeeze as he ground his growing erection against the lips of her entrance.

    Amelia grasped the sheets as she moaned in bliss and arched her back slightly; she bit her lip as Adam leaned down and kissed her shoulder, gently nibbling on the skin.  He kissed a trail down her spine, stopping at her lower back; he cupped her ass, gently kneading it in his large hands.

    Adam pulled her pelvis up slightly and ran his finger along her moist folds.  Amelia giggled as she continued to nibble on her lower lip.  She pushed back against Adam’s finger slightly, her inner lips giving no resistance as she took in his finger.  He grinned and slowly moved his finger in and out of Amelia’s sex.

    “Damn, you’re so needy,” Adam chuckled.

    “I can’t help it,” Amelia replied in a sultry voice.  “I need your big cock in me.”

    “Beg,” Adam ordered her with a smirk.

    “Please, put your big, wonderful cock in me.  I need it.”  Amelia turned to look at him with doe eyes.  “Please.”

    Adam took off his underwear and gave his growing erection a few quick strokes.  He gently pulled Amelia to her hands and knees, keeping her legs pushed firmly together. He settled behind her and pressed the tip of his hard-on at her entrance, rubbing it up and down a few times. Amelia squirmed as she gripped the sheets in anticipation; she just wanted him to hurry the fuck up.

    Once he was sure, Amelia was as wet as she was going to get, Adam slowly burrowed himself into her.  She let out a pleasurable gasp as his huge length filled her.  Fuck, it felt so fucking good.

    Adam licked his lips as he let Amelia adjust to him.  Once she was, he placed his hands on her hips and began to slowly thrust into her.

    Amelia just moaned as the tip of Adam’s penis hit her g-spot, sending waves of bliss up her spine.

    “Oh yes,” she moaned as Adam quickened his pace.  “Oh fuck, right there, right there.  Oh shit, your cock feels amazing!”

    “You like my cock?” he asked her.

    Amelia just nodded yes as she arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as Adam’s dick filled her.

    He sharply smacked her rear with his right hand, causing Amelia to let out a squeal of surprise.

    “Say it,” he ordered her.

    “Yes,” she breathlessly said as Adam continued to pump his hips, his large penis sliding in and out of her moist canal with ease. “I love your cock.  It’s so amazing.”

    Adam reached down and cupped her right breast in his hand, gently rubbing the nipple, making it quickly firm up.

    Amelia gasped, her arms starting to go weak from his tender touch. She managed to catch herself and support her weight on her forearms as Adam changed his pace up, going from a steady and fast plunge to a slow one where he’d slowly pull his length out and quickly push it back in her sex.

    “Oh fuck,” she moaned as she continued to grip the sheets, her g-spots throbbing in bliss.

    “You’re such a slut,” Adam purred as he pumped his hips, savoring the feeling of Amelia’s tight sheath enveloping his pulsating erection.

    Amelia just panted in response as she rested her face on the pillows, her mind a blur from the pleasure.

Adam reached under her stomach and pulled her to her knees, his chest pressing into her back.  He palmed her left breast, gently kneading her tender flesh; her nipple rose to attention at his delicate touch.  He then reached in between her legs and began to caress her clit, making the tiny bud double in size in no time.

Amelia just whimpered in pleasure as Adam’s large finger circled her nub. She rested her right hand on his wrist and her left on his forearm as Adam began to suck on her left shoulder, alternating between tenderly suckling and nibbling her soft flesh.  She opened her mouth in a silent oh, her breathing coming in short pants.

“My pretty little slut,” Adam murmured into her shoulder as he feverously rubbed Amelia’s swollen bud.  “Are you gonna come for me?”

“I wanna… I’m gonna…” she mewed, her orgasm so close, it was driving her mad.  She gasped as Adam’s finger hurriedly stroked her clit, making it pulse and throb even more.

Seconds later (though it certainly felt longer) Amelia’s legs twitched as her body erupted in orgasm.  She threw her head back against Adam’s shoulder, a whimper escaping her throat as she came hard.

Adam pumped his hips a few more time, soon squirting warm ribbons of come deep inside Amelia’s pussy with a grunt.  He collapsed onto the bed, Amelia falling onto her stomach with him.  He caught himself before he landed on her and rolled over onto his back next to her, panting as he came down from his high.

He idly reached over and stroked Amelia’s arm with his left knuckle, his mind still reeling in bliss.  He leaned over to kiss her left shoulder and froze in horror at the sight of blood dripping down her back.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed as he sat up, his mouth open in shock.

“What?” Amelia asked as she pushed herself onto her elbows, giving Adam a confused look.

“You… you’re bleeding!”

“Fuck, my period must have come early,” she groaned.

“No, on your shoulder!  Shit, I must’ve done that when I was sucking there.  Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!”

Adam buried his face in his hands, groaning in horror and frustration.  He knew he’d really fucked up this time and there was absolutely no going back from this.

“Adam relax, it’s not that big a deal,” Amelia said.

Adam looked at her like she’d suddenly grown a second head.  “It’s not?”

Amelia shook her head and examined the bite mark.  “I mean, it’s not the worst thing I’ve had happen to me during sex.  At least you didn’t punch me like, well, fuckface did.”  She looked at Adam with a warm smile.  “And truthfully, I kinda liked it.”

“Wait, you actually liked it?” Adam asked as he turned to look at her in confusion. He was definitely not expecting to hear that.

Amelia nodded; Adam continued to look at her in confusion.  “I didn’t hurt you?”

    “Na-uh,” Amelia replied as she shook her head, her soft locks bouncing off her face.  “Besides, I trust you.”

    Adam raised his eyebrow, giving her a funny look; she playfully tickled his stomach.  “Really? You actually trust me?” he asked her

    “Really, I do,” Amelia said.  “You’re always really gentle, you care about whether or not I’m enjoying things, you’re the first boyfriend I’ve had that will go down on me.  Plus you’re the first boyfriend I’ve had an orgasm with during sex.”

    “You’ve really never came during sex before?” Adam asked her.

    Amelia nodded.  “You’re the first.”

    “Holy shit,” Adam mused.  He had honestly never considered that Amelia (or any of his exes for that matter) had never experienced an orgasm during sex since they started dating; having one seemed almost second nature to him.  “And I’m really the first guy to go down on you?

    “Yep,” Amelia replied.  “Not that I’m complaining.  It feels fucking mind-blowing whenever you eat my pussy.”

    Adam just laughed.  “I’m that good, huh?”

    “Oh yes,” she replied in a sultry voice as she leaned closer, giving him a kiss on the lips.  “In fact, you’re so good I might just be ready for some more amazing sex.”

    “Are you now?” Adam asked, his eyebrow raised in amusement at Amelia’s flirting.  He put his arm around her, his hand rubbing on her lower back close to her ass

    Amelia nodded and kissed him on the lips again.  He slowly climbed on top of her, his chest pressed against her breasts as they deeply kissed; her hands threaded in his dark, chin-length hair as his left hand traveled to Amelia’s rear, cupping her supple ass as his right caressed her breast.  Adam let out a moan as his member soon rose to attention.

    Amelia moaned as well, the tip of Adam’s erection pressing against her clit.  Her tiny nub started to swell as her folds started to get moist again.  She subconsciously widened her legs, allowing Adam better access to her lady bits.

    Adam reluctantly broke away and positioned the glans of his erection at her entrance, slowly encircling the orifice, adding his pre-cum to her juices.  When her sex was drenched with a mixture of their juices, Adam slowly entered Amelia’s pussy, the warm, slick folds swallowing his erection with ease.

    Amelia let out a gasp as Adam’s hard length filled her, her essence pulsing in pleasure.  She nibbled on her lower lips as Adam slowly rocked his hips, each thrust sending a wave of bliss up her spine.

    Adam leaned down and deeply kissed Amelia on the lips, savoring her sweet taste.  They tasted better than any drink he’d ever had and he was drunk off her taste.  He moved faster.

    Amelia wrapped her arms around Adam’s back, hugging him close to her, never wanting to let him go.  She unwillingly pulled away from the kiss, panting as her sex throbbed in pleasure.

    “Fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight,” Adam growled as he pumped his hips.

    “Is it the tightest you’ve ever felt?” Amelia asked him.

    Adam nodded.  “The tightest and the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

    He rose to his knees, holding onto her hips while he bucked his hips as fast as he could.  He reached in between Amelia’s legs and rubbed her nub.

    She moaned as she threw her head back in ecstasy, the tiny bud quickly doubling in size from Adam’s touch.

    “Oh fuck,” she mewed, her hands gripping the sheets as tight as they could.  “Oh shit, that’s it.  Don’t stop, don’t stop.  Oh, yeah. Come on, fuck me harder.”

    Adam increased his pace, his middle finger stroking her clit as fast as he could.

    “That’s it, that’s it, come inside me, come inside me,” she panted. “Make me come, make me come.  I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

    She let out a silent scream as her body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her hard.  She arched her back as her eyes rolled back.

    Adam soon followed, grunting as he squirted his warm cum deep inside Amelia for the second time.  He collapsed next to her, his heart beating in his chest.  He pulled Amelia close, burying his face in her soft hair; she hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his massive torso.  Adam closed his eyes soon falling into a fitful sleep.

*************

    The buzz of a cellphone woke Adam up.  He groaned awake and gently shook Amelia’s shoulder to wake her up.

    “Babe, your phone’s going off.”

    “That’s not my phone,” she sleepily replied and pulled the covers over her head.

    Adam sat up and dug through his pile of clothes on the floor, soon pulling his beat up phone out of his jeans.  He pressed the button.

    “Hey man,” he said into the device as he lay back onto the bed.

    “Hey, where are you?” Brad asked.

    “I’m at Amelia’s,” Adam replied.

    Brad sighed in relief on the other end.  Adam heard him tell whoever was with him (he assumed it was Ray, Adam’s roommate) that he was at Amelia’s.  “I take it you’re not gonna be home anytime soon then?”

    “Fuck I don’t know.  I just woke up.  Amelia’s still sleeping.”

    Brad chuckled.  “Alright then, you two kids have fun.”  He hung up.

    Adam looked at his phone in confusion and tossed it on the bedside table.  He debated getting up and making breakfast but Amelia rolled over, draping her arm across his chest.  Adam just smiled and planted a kiss on top of her head; he hugged her close, content to snuggle with his perfect girlfriend in bed a while longer.

[yeoldontknow]

143 - I Want You (M)

Author’s Note: im a mess. park chanyeol did this to me. dont touch me i am vulnerable. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: smut Summary: On a day off, you spend all day craving your boyfriend. In the middle of one of his meetings, you decide to let him know. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: explicit sexual situations; explicit language; dirty talk; mentions of breathplay; themes of voyeurism Word Count: 7,030

The thing is, it starts with a text.

YN[4:03 PM]: I want you.

The thing is, you had him this morning, deep, slow, and intense until you both were shaking from the pleasure.

Before the alarm went off, you could feel him. His body pressed against yours, with one strong arm wrapped loosely around your waist. Always, he was like this, possessive and protective even in his sleep. Always, he was like this, making you feel wanted right from the start. You pressed your back into him, nestling against the warmth of his chest and luxuriating in the feeling of his heartbeat touching your spine.

Before the alarm went off, you could hear him. Half awake but not yet stirring, his breath changing from the even rhythm of sleep to the restless pattern of remembrance. Remembering the day, remembering the time, remembering to shower. Small things, easy things to handle, but difficult in the first few seconds of morning. Enough to remind a person they have to work. Enough to remind a person they have to leave. You pressed your back into him, hips rubbing against his own and luxuriating in the sound of his laugh as it traveled down your neck.

Before the alarm went off, you could feel that he wanted you. Slowly, his content chuckle morphed into a groan of placid desire, the arm around your waist pushing you closer, closer still until not even air could be trapped between your bodies. His mouth, warm and wet and still full of tired words, latched onto the crook of your neck and shoulder, sucking and licking until you writhed against him in pleasure. Biting your lip, you reached behind your back, fingers searching aimlessly for his hip and squeezing at the skin as you choked back a moan.

Teasingly, his hand snaked beneath your shirt, his shirt, the oversized Ramones tee from college, gliding a flat palm up the skin of your hip, your waist, your ribs, until he reached your breast. There he massaged the mound of flesh with skilled fingers, sending wetness to pool between your thighs. And you, pulse increasing to send your blood racing and your skin flushing at the sensation of his touch, the touch that says he knows your body as if it were an extension of his own, clenched your toes and rubbed against the hardness of his cock, enticing it with pressure from the cheeks of your ass.

The thing is, you both had your fill of each other in the warm morning sunlight. The thing is, you did begin your day, you just started it with him inside you.

The thing is, it’s four in the afternoon, and you want him again.

All day, you’ve been carrying the feeling of him inside you in your body and your bones, making you stop your actions and close your eyes at the memory. Doing the dishes, you would grip the edges of the counter as you pictured his hands spreading your legs wide, wide enough to press a knee between them to press against your core, before spanking you. Before claiming you. Showering became a kaleidoscope of images, your back against the wall and legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you, again and again and again, until you both were too weak to separate. Like this, with the false, temporary darkness surrounding you, you can almost bring him back to life. Make the memory into a tangible, real thing that slides along your skin not as a phantom but as a living result of your desire.

All day, you’ve been feeling him, wearing that same Ramones tee and pretending the hem was his fingers at your thighs, that the cloth sliding along your shoulder was his lips. For hours, you’ve been wet, careful in the way you walk and the way you sit, licking your lips and letting the throbbing ache in your center build until it became impossible to focus on anything else.

Now, you can’t see beyond your desire as you lay back against the pillows of your shared bed, running your hands over the sheets as though you could feel him, could feel the permanent stain you both made of your sweat, your come, your love in the mattress.

Now, you’re just waiting for his reply.

Cruel of him, you think, to get you and keep you aroused without his hands on you. Cruel of him, you think, to get you flushed, and desperate, and wanting without being here to truly see it. This is his pleasure, yours really but made and created by him, and you think he deserves to see it. That he should see how he’s turned you into something needy, something wholly unlike yourself, making your skin into a livewire, constantly sparking with the memory of his touch.

If you think on it, you think the best part of this morning was dressing him. Sweat still slick on your brow and inner thighs, body still smelling of him, you buttoned his shirt and he leaned forward, trying to share your breath and trying to take your mouth in just one more heated kiss. His pupils were dilated, yours probably were too, and this only made it harder to resist him, seeing his eyes blown in ardor. Tying his tie was a hassle, his hands gripping the cheeks of your ass and pressing you to him, his tongue at the lobe of your ear and the tendon of your neck while your fingers, weak and begging to clutch and fist in the soft fabric, made one smooth windsor knot that took too much of your focus.

He wanted you then, all over again and always, wanted to pull you back to the bed and cage you beneath him. He wanted you spread out and panting, coming hard and loud against him, until even the neighbors knew that he made you feel good. He always made you feel good, and you wanted that again too.

You wanted it then, and you want it now.

Against your thigh, close to where you want him most, your phone buzzes and you release a satisfied sight.

Yeol[4:10 PM]: baby i’m in a meeting

You can almost see him, crossing his legs in the boardroom and trying not to give in, the slim cut of his trousers suddenly feeling too tight around his thighs. He’d be running his tongue along his teeth, likely threading a hand through his hair as he releases a slow exhale. Always, it’s been easy to instigate him, his desire for you perpetually existing at a peak and never truly quieting.

In truth, both of you are like this, never fully empty of lust for one another and always seeking small fragments of one another’s skin in crowded rooms: his fingers entwined with yours, the smooth cream of your wrist in his hand, his tongue on your neck at dinner, hidden beneath a kiss. When you are alone and when you are separated, either by work or errands or individual interests, you become starved, greedy creatures, finding each other eagerly after hours deprived of one another’s touch.

Spreading your legs slightly on the bed and placing your fingers just below the band of your underwear, you raise your phone above your body and bite your lip as you take the picture. He’s been teasing you all day, existing within and against you without being on you, and you think he deserves to suffer the same.

YN sent a Photo YN[4:11 PM]: i'm soaking through my underwear for you

This was not a lie. The hours you spent wet and waiting for him had turned the cotton of your underwear damp, drenched through with the thought of him. Pressing your head back against the pillows, you can feel him as you did this morning, tongue tracing your folds with care before thrusting deep, fingers stretching you as he licked and licked at you. Just this, the phantom limb of his mouth, in your cunt and on your clit, is enough to make you whine.

And you haven't even touched yourself yet.

Synapses begging for pressure, along your skin or your thighs or your mound, you press your tailbone into the mattress and arch slightly off the bed, seeking relief in the form of your underwear moving over your slit.

Yeol[4:13 PM]: youre making me hard. dont be naughty Yeol[4:13 PM]: is that my shirt? fuck

‘Fuck,’ apart from your name as he comes, is your favourite word on his lips. The syllables of it, one brief clap of an expletive getting drawn out into three distinct shapes, always makes you clench your thighs together and your teeth chew lightly on the side of your cheek. Would he he have whispered this in the boardroom, while executives and men making more money than him show off their pretty little expense reports? Would he have moaned the word, silently and in his head, palming himself beneath the table, while someone asks for opinions on market outreach?

You don’t care how he says it there, away from you, not really, because you hear it in your ear the way he’s reserved for you alone. Low and deep, breath from his mouth making you warm, hairs on your arms standing on end as his strong baritone rumbles down into your core and vibrates within your soul.

YN sent a Photo YN[4:15 PM]: i keep thinking about your hands on me

As soon as you hit send, you realize this is a lie. You want his hands on you, want them all over you, rough and nowhere close to gentle. You want them holding you down, pinning your wrists above your head while another presses on your throat, restricting your breathing until your vision narrows to only the shape of his face. His hands, flipping you over and palming your ass before he spanks you, red and raw and angry, is a fantasy turned memory that plays in your mind on repeat, even when you, too, are at work and trying to pour your own coffee.

Chanyeol’s hands on you turn you into a wanton thing, a shameless thing, but this is not what you have been thinking about.

YN[4:16 PM]: im sorry i lied

Almost immediately, he replies.

Yeol[4:16 PM]: lied about what baby

This too, you can hear. The pet name spilling from his mouth, soft like feathers, because he knows it makes you feel desired, makes you feel needed. Chanyeol licks at that word, always makes it sound like a gift, something born from his tongue and presented only to you. Like this, it marks you as his, feels more like a tattoo or badge of honour on your chest than something as invisible as a name. Like this, it brings your blood to just beneath the surface of your skin, making you run hot, making you burn for his touch.

Here, now, he uses it to make you tell him everything. Chanyeol wants you open, wants you laid out before him: open mouth, open body, open soul. He wants all of you, wants to touch every piece of you and make sure you are there, free for the taking.

He wants you open, and you have never been one to deny him.

YN[4:17 PM]: im not thinking about your hands on me Yeol[4:18 PM]: what are you thinking about YN[4:18 PM]: your mouth on me YN[4:18 PM]: on my skin and my clit YN[4:19 PM]: your hot fucking tongue in my cunt Yeol[4:20 PM]: fuck baby you have to stop

A smile pulls at your lips, proud and victorious. His small request for you to stop is weak, a platitude at best just because he's in an office and needs to make it look like he tried. If someone were to see Chanyeol's phone, the blame is not on him, because he told you not to continue. If someone were to see Chanyeol's phone, they'd simply see him as someone to envy, and they'd laugh and tell him he's in for a good night. He tells you to stop because propriety dictates him to. He tells you to stop only because he feels like he should.

But no one is telling him he has to look at his phone. No one is telling him he should look, and this is how you know he wants you too. It isn't that he's hard and hungry for you, though this of course helps. It isn't that he's urging you on and calling you baby like he's kissing the word into your mouth. It's because he loves every second of knowing he is yours and you are his. He loves knowing he possesses you completely, and looking at his phone means he gets to feel some kind of control. Looking at his phone, like this, is a thrill that comes from knowing you are his, even when he is not there to have you, and nothing will ever change the way your body bends to his law.

He tells you to stop, but he does not want you to. And so you change positions and send him another picture.

This time, your hands are beneath your underwear. This time, you are spreading yourself for him, the cool feeling of your wetness meeting the air sending a shiver down your spine, juices making your fingers slick to the touch. You want him to see you like this, spread open and ready to take him. You want him to see where he could be, where he should be.

YN sent a Photo YN[4:22 PM]: i cant stop YN[4:22 PM]: my fingers feel nothing like your cock YN[4:23 PM]: i want you inside me YN[4:24 PM]: stretching me

Nothing ever really fit you as well as Chanyeol's fingers, tongue, or cock. In every instance, he makes you feel full, swollen with something more than just him or your desire. In every instance, he fills you with all your missing pieces, the ones you search for when he departs and the ones you’d been searching for until you found him. Inside you, he changes you, makes you into something better, something that feels almost complete simply because he is there, pressing and pawing at you. Sex with him is a wild, ravenous, affair, but always there is passion, always there is connection. Always, you come together, cosmic, atomic, and wholly interstellar.

Even if the sex left you bleeding and broken, all that would spill out and over from you would be love - the love you make together - warm, and beautiful, and bound.

Thinking about him inside you, while your fingers stretch your folds to make room for him even when he is not there, makes you moan. It’s easy to picture him, velvet and thick and hot, buried within you to the hilt, lips parted in awe above you. From the very beginning, entering you always made him still - not so you could adjust to his size or to the pain, but so he could adjust to the feeling of you, to the feeling of being sheathed inside you, where he always belonged.

His texts, however, come like rapid fire.

Yeol[4:26 PM]: dont be naughty unless you want to be punished Yeol[4:27 PM]: only bad girls who deserve a spanking play like this Yeol[4:28 PM]: i didnt think you were so bad Yeol[4:29 PM]: making me so fucking hard when i cant touch you

You can practically feel it, the way he grips his phone when he gets tense like this, tight, and hard, and offended as though he means to break it. You can practically feel it, the way he adjusts in the chair, hard and digging his tailbone into the seat, aching for relief yet unable to have any.

Pressing your fingers inside yourself, you sigh, and wonder how many times he's shifted his posture. It's nearly half four, and if he's lucky, he'll have to stand and depart this meeting. He'll have to stand and show off how beautifully well you control him, how your body, and your wet cunt, is the only thing that commands the flow of his blood.

Knowing him, he's thirsty, mouth dry and lips red. He'd reach for water, think maybe the smooth cascade of it down his throat would distract him, pull him out of this haze and let him concentrate. It wouldn't, though. It never does. Always, that first sip makes him sweat, makes him cock his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. When you’re with him, when you’re close to him, it's then that you lick his throat, taste the salt of his skin and whimper at the flavor.

He tastes good, like that. He tastes like yours.

This thought helps you set a steady rhythm with your hand, fingers thrusting slowly, languidly, picturing they are his and they are longer than they truly are. Getting deep, getting rough, and hitting places you didn’t even know could be grazed by two fingertips - or, perhaps, three. When he's inside you like this, he hovers over you, watching you with amorous concern at your changing expression as he moves inside you. Never does this make you feel vulnerable, rather it makes you feel admired, makes you feel like art. For Chanyeol, your pleasure is a museum, something he moves through as he moves in you, touching, stroking, and petting.

Each sigh is a masterpiece, each whine is an artifact, something found and carried and cherished throughout time.

Fingers bunching into the sheets beside you, you turn with hot cheeks to look at your phone as it buzzes once more.

Yeol[4:32 PM]: i'm coming home

At this, you laugh, even pull your hands away from yourself with a small, dissatisfied scowl. It’s uncomfortable, to be spread like this and with nothing and no one to fill you. It's only for a moment, you tell yourself.

Only until Chanyeol can get home.

YN[4:32 PM]: you still have 90 minutes left Yeol[4:33 PM]: dont care. rather be inside you Yeol[4:35 PM]: i have to walk with my briefcase over my dick YN[4:36 PM]: yeollie im so wet for you my fingers are dripping

Lifting your phone above your face, you swipe to open your camera and take a video. Briefly, you show the camera your fingers, let the light hit them in just the right ways to make them glisten, before sliding them both into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard and fill the room with a moan as you close your eyes, opening them when your fingers have been pulled from your mouth and shine only with your spit.

YN sent a Video YN[4:38 PM]: they taste sweet like you YN[4: 39 PM]: but i wish they tasted like your come

For a while, he does not reply. For a while, you think you might have broken him or exposed him, the sounds from the video debauched and torrid, and you can't be sure how loud he had his volume. Was he surrounded by people in the elevator? Did the security guard hear how badly you want him, how high you get just thinking about his come on your face? It doesn't matter, though. On this, you do not dwell.

Instead, you focus your thoughts on the image of his mouth and his ears if he had been discovered. His ears, you think, are your favourite part of him, possibly more so than his hands or his cock. Enormous and almost comical, they make him beautiful and they make him human. When embarrassed or shy, they flush, turn red at the tips, the heat starting there before moving to his cheeks and then to his lips, the best part. When those too are plump and swollen with bashful intent, he pouts, and you want to kiss the expression off him, want to suck at his skin until all he has are bite marks made by your eager teeth.

These thoughts send your hand back to your slit, teasing and sliding against all the wetness that seeps from your core, as if collecting. You luxuriate in the sensation of these soft touches, toes curling into the sheets and hips pressing forward, only slightly, in anticipation of more.

There’s a twitch in your thumb, one fueled by your neglected clit, that threatens to break you, threatens to move you to the main event without Chanyeol here to hear or see you. You almost give in, almost let this desire win, when your phone starts to ring.

‘Baby.’

When you speak, your voice is taut, breathy, constricted by desire for him. You don’t mean for it to sound this way, but you cannot help it. All you want right now is all of him, inside and around you.

‘Put me on speaker,’ he demands, his own voice sounding tight and constrained. ‘You’ll need both fucking hands.’

You hiss at this, putting the phone on speaker and resting it on the pillow next to your head. Biting your lips, you keep teasing your folds while your other hand strokes the flesh of your waist, relishing how soft it is.

‘Am I on speaker, too?’ you ask, teasingly quiet and feigning innocence.

Chanyeol’s voice breaks out over feedback hum and background road noise. ‘I’ve got one hand on my dick and one hand on the wheel,’ he says, clearly trying to keep himself composed. Momentarily, you wish you could hear his hand moving over his cock. ‘Now listen to me. Are you going to be a good girl?’

‘Yes,’ you sigh with a small whine.

‘Are you going to do as I say?’ You can hear his smile in the way he phrases the word, all wolfish and possessively yours. Different now, more controlled than when he answered the phone, and so wonderfully ready to play.

‘Yes.’

‘God,’ he chuckles, lowly, ‘you’re such a good slut for me.’

Nodding at nothing and no one, you moan as you wet your lips. ‘Only you, Yeol.’

‘Are you touching yourself?’ he asks, and you can imagine it, the way he keeps his eyes locked on the road as one hand white knuckles the wheel. His other hand, his strong, right hand, is pumping his cock in firm, purposeful strokes. You love him when he looks like this, eager to come and eager to have you.

Your hips lift off the bed slightly as you tease yourself, as is beckoning this image to come to life before you.

‘Yes,’ you murmur, voice higher than usual.

‘How many fingers do you have inside you?’

‘Two.’

There’s something hypnotizing about the way his deep voice fills the room, and part of you wishes you could go get your headphones, to surround yourself with him and his voice only. Being awash with Chanyeol is the only time you truly think you have a heartbeat, and here, now, you hear it thudding in your chest as you wait for his next order.

‘Add a third,’ he commands, tongue biting at the words with veneration. ‘I know you can take three of yours. You always take three of mine.’

Obeying his command, you slip a third finger along your folds, teasing your entrance and gently thrusting in without getting too deep. Your other hand scratches gently at your inner thigh, letting the sensation of light pain and full pleasure overtake your body in a tremble of need. The addition makes your palm glide slightly over your swollen clit, you moan at the contact.

‘Chanyeol.’

A low groan resonates through the phone, and you smile knowing it was your voice that pulled this sound from him. Chanyeol is like this only for you. Chanyeol lets himself fall apart only for you.

‘Fuck,’ he exclaims, ‘I love it when you moan for me like that.’

For now, you’ve been lenient and compliant, bending to his will without question because you wanted him, wanted his dominion over you. For a while, you’ve been forthcoming, but you need him now to help you. Need to know how he looks to bring yourself closer to the edge.

‘Are you touching yourself?’ you breathe, turning your voice into something low and seductive, adopting the rasp you know he loves to hear.

Instantly, you get a rise out of him. His low exhale, deep and blossoming into a laugh, fills the room and sends fireworks along your skin.

‘I’m stroking my dick, baby,’ he says, sounding proud, of either you or himself, though, you cannot be sure. ‘I wish you were here to sit on it.’

The word sit feels like a thunderclap to your clit, the sharp, pointed annunciation of his t and the sensual way he clings to the s making you bite your lip and dig your nails into the juncture of your hip.

‘Fuck, Chanyeol,’ you grind out, ‘I want that so bad.’

And you do. It’s so easy, like this, to picture him beneath you, just like this morning. Both knees on either side of his hips, while he looked up at you, slack jawed and in awe of your body. At the first touch of his fingers on your wetness, you bent over, collapsed against his chest, while he stroked and stroked and stroked to prepare you for him and claimed your mouth with a kiss. You sat on him then, stretching yourself with his dick and letting your chest puff with devotion and lust. He took the tendon of your neck between his teeth, and now you bring your free hand to the mark, caressing it lovingly, pretending your fingers are his.

This image makes your walls clench around your fingers, makes a sigh slip past your lips, and makes your thighs start to ache.

‘I wish you were here to suck it.’

Chanyeol’s voice breaks through your fantasy, and the harshness of it makes your fingers curl inside you, stroking and seeking the spot that makes your pulse stutter in its rhythm. Thrusting your fingers hard inside you, imagining you are keeping pace with Chanyeol’s fist as he pumps himself, helps you find it with ease. And only when you tap it, when you moan into the sensation of your whole body shaking and your walls clenching, do you speak.

‘I’d take it, Yeol,’ you cry out. ‘I love it when you fuck my throat and make me gag on your cock.’

There were few things you wanted more at this moment than his dick in your mouth or stuffed into your wet pussy. You love the way he makes your jaw ache with the size, tight and full and struggling to keep your breath even. You love the way he fucks it into you, gentle at first before making a mess of you, turning you into his plaything, before coming down your throat and kissing you clean.

Saying the words, however, sends Chanyeol into a fury,.His moan erupts around you, makes you think he’s teasing the head of his hard cock with strong fingers, fingers that know how to mold you into their favourite shape, a shape made only to fit him. For a moment, he sounds boyish in his desire, uncontrolled and almost fragile, as if you are tearing happily away at all his seams.

‘You always look so pretty with your lips stuffed full of my dick,’ he bites out, and you can hear him slap the wheel with his free hand. Likely, he’s pressing his head back into the seat rest, grinding his hips into the cushion below, aching for some relief until he can bury himself inside you. Likely, the veins in his arm and rising from his skin, straining with tension as he works himself over to the thought of your naked, waiting body.

‘Your cock is so big,’ you say, pressing your fingers deep before pulling them out and teasing yourself with slow, gentle touches, trying to imagine they are the head of his thick cock. ‘I always struggle to take it. You make my jaw ache.’

‘Fuck, baby,’ he whines. ‘Keep talking.’

‘I’m so wet thinking about sucking you dry,’ you continue, stroking eagerly at your folds before pressing your three fingers back in. Your other hand slides beneath his shirt, stroking at one of your nipples before kneading your breast in your small hand. ‘How you look when you come on my tongue and grip my hair when you fuck my mouth.’

‘I want to eat you out so badly, right now,’ he rasps, and now you can finally hear the movement in his arm as he strokes himself with vigor. ‘Your wet cunt is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re always so tight, even just around my tongue and fingers.’

‘Nothing feels as good as your cock, though,’ you keen, squeezing your eyes tightly shut and picturing his dick once more, sliding in and out of your body as his hands hold your hips to keep you from careening off the bed. Your free hand moves fro myour breast and you rake your nails over the fabric of the sheets, pretending they are his shoulders.

‘Nothing ever will.’ In this he is firm and possessive, growling the words out in a slight fury at the thought of anyone else touching you, glad that only he gets to see you like this, that only his touch turns you into a messy, needy, pliant thing. ‘Your little cunt always stretches for me, takes me so well.’

The picture of his dick stretching you, sliding in and out of you, almost sends your thumb to your clit in desperation of seeking your orgasm. You feel he has to be close, his drive between the office and your home relatively short, and you want to know what you’re in for.

You want to know what kind of mess he’s going to make of you.

‘How are you going to fuck me tonight?’

‘Shit.’

This makes your eyes open, hands stilling as you cock your eyebrow. The word falls from his mouth with disappointment and frustration, much unlike the way he normally discusses fucking himself into you.

‘What is it?’ you ask, trying not to chuckle or ruin the mood.

‘I’m stuck in traffic.’

An impish smile spreads across your features. Dick out and trying to get home to you, ready and waiting on your bed, his bed, any delay is going to turn him into an awful, impatient thing, and you know he’s too far gone right now to care if anyone can see into his car.

‘Yeol, I can’t wait. I need you.’

It’s cruel, you know, to say it, but it isn’t really a lie. You can’t wait, you’ve been aching since before you texted him, aching since he left this morning without and left you to have one day off without him. You can’t really wait, not now, not when three fingers are moving within you and your palm keeps brushing your clit. For several minutes you’ve been panting, and the very concept of finally being able to come sends a moan out of your mouth that sounds almost violent in its need.

‘Wait for me, baby,’ he commands, just as you thought he would, in a desperate pant. ‘Don’t come until I can feel it.’

Something in you snaps at this, the thought of delaying your orgasm just so he could have it, take it, or swallow it whole. Instantly, images spring to your mind. His face, positioned between your spread legs and his tongue, lapping at you and your juices with a force that feels like liquid fire. His cock, buried deep inside you and his mouth on you collarbone as he fucks into you with strong, powerful snaps of his hips. His fingers, clutching the backs of your knees as he keeps your legs wrapped around his waist. And his mouth, biting gently on your bottom lip as his tongue fucks your mouth in time with his cock in your pussy.

‘Yeol,’ you whine, thumb finally rubbing circles on your clit as your finger yourself.

‘You’re close aren’t you?’ he gasps, and you picture him relaxing into his seat now, hand spreading precome all over his cock. ‘I can hear it, that pretty little whine that you do.’

He’s right. Your walls are already starting to clench around your fingers, and the tension is already starting to build in your thighs. With each thrust, it becomes harder and harder to pull your fingers out and move back in, wet and slick and making a noise that sounds like a symphony in your room.

Picturing Chanyeol, dick in hand and chest red with wanting, makes your breath hitch, your back arching and lifting your breasts as though his mouth would be above them waiting to suck them.

‘Yeol, how would you fuck me, I need to know.’ You hate that you sound so needy, so weak in your need for him, but at this point you don’t have it in you to truly care. All of your body wants to know how he would shape it, how he would take it. Hours have passed since you last felt his skin on yours, and you need to hear him say how he would take you so you can prepare yourself for when he gets home.

‘I want you on all fours, legs spread wide,’ he says, voice tight and words clipped. ‘Face pressed down into the pillows and ass up in the air for me, ah fuck.’

A low, deep moan pours out of him, and the sound invigorates your fingers, makes you fuck into yourself with a speed you normally don’t use on your own body. But Chanyeol lights that fire in you, and you’ve never been so eager to come.

‘I’d spank you for all the shit you put me through in my meeting,’ he continues, and you can hear him speeding up as he imagines this, too. ‘I’d watch your pretty skin get red with my hand print. Rub you back into something soft, baby, make you feel good and make your knees shake with how badly you want me inside you.’

‘Oh, God, Chanyeol,’ you cry, pleasure starting to build in your thighs. Sweat has started to bead at your hairline, and your chest feels intensely hot. He’s loving you into an inferno, and he’s not even there to feel it.

‘Fuck, baby, just thinking about it,’ he grunts into the car, words come out of his mouth now quickly as he too brings himself to the precipice of his climax. ‘I’d stuff my dick into your tight pussy so hard and fast you’d scream. I want you to scream, make sure everyone knows your cunt is mine. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, raw and hard and until you’re begging me to come.’

You want to speak, you really do, but you can’t. All you can manage is a deep pant of breath, words failing you as you picture the sting on your ass cheeks from his hand, his cock in your cunt, pounding into you with such force you think the bed might break. All you can manage is a soft whine as the sound of your fingers, wet and sticky with your juices as they thrust into you, fills the room, harmonious in its sentiment.

‘I wouldn’t touch your clit,’ he says, lowly and with a hiss, ‘not for a while. Not until you are absolutely begging me, thinking you might cry if I don’t touch it. I want to hear you plead for it.’

Bringing this to life, you take your thumb off your clit but continue the hard pace of your fingers as you fuck yourself. Already so close to the edge, your body protests this sensation, and the throb in your clit becomes almost unbearable as you linger close to but just out of reach of an orgasm you know will be intense.

‘Please, Yeol,’ you whisper, unable to feel ashamed of how desperate you are. ‘Please.’

‘Just like that baby. Fuck, fuck.’ He sounds just as desperate as you, small, somehow, in his need and utterly, absolutely vulnerable. One word from you, right now, could push him over. And it is this, only this, that helps you regain some control.

‘Chanyeol, are you close? I’m so close.’

Noise on the other end makes you think he’s nodding, perhaps to himself, perhaps assuming you would understand the action. You hear him swallow hard, and this nearly makes you chuckle, but when he speaks, the fracture in his voice makes you want to take him in your arms, and ride him. He’s broken, nearly at his end, and this is when you love him most.

When he’s close, he looks a little lost, like he’s gone into himself and find euphoria but only when he looks at you does he find it. His eyes always soften when he looks at you, just before he comes. He looks at you and sees all of you, sees every piece of you and loves it into gold. And when he’s like this, when he speaks, he sounds so fragile and so beautiful it almost makes your heart break.

‘Fuck, I’m so close.’

‘I want you so deep inside me it hurts, Yeol,’ you plead, pushing you both towards your end. ‘I want to take you so deep and I want you to bruise me. I want you to be rough with me baby, I want to hear your marks for weeks. I want everyone who looks at me to know you fucked me right.’

‘Baby, I have to come,’ he cries, voice pitching up into an unusual tenor. This is the sign you know he’s close. In a few strokes, he will be making a mess of himself and he will not have it in him to mind. ‘I’m so fucking hard I’m starting to hurt.’

For you, the feeling is the same. Your ignored clit is starting to send your fingers into a frenzy, your motions erratic and your hips grinding into the bed for any and all relief, as if they are seeking Chanyeol himself.

‘Chanyeol, please let me come,’ you beg in a whisper, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure starting to ripple in your thighs.

‘You’re so close, aren’t you baby?’ he says, gentle and soft all of a sudden, and you know he’s slowed his strokes for you. Always, he ensures you come first, and, in this way, he wants to make sure this pleasure is yours.

‘Yes, please, Chanyeol,’ you nearly cry, voice deep as you feel your body start to tremble from the tension in your muscles. ‘I want to come so badly.’

‘Come for me, baby, let me hear you,’ he coaxes, evenly. He brings his voice down to a low whisper, and the sound from the phone, so close to your ear, for one moment convinces you that he is with you. ‘Fill this fucking car with how good I make you feel.’

You come with a shuddering cry, toes curling into the sheets as your hips lift slightly off the bed. Your walls clench tightly around your fingers, convulsing in pleasure and relief, a tidal wave of wanting that milks the joints of your fingers. Every muscle in your body tightens rapidly, winding you tight and making your voice break, as your back arches and your chest heaves. The crack in your voice brings you to release a sigh as your body relaxes all at once, leaving you feeling heavy and euphoric.

For several minutes, you remain still on the bed, fingers still inside you as you quiver through the shocks of your orgasm, and it takes you a while before you can hear Chanyeol happily chuckling to himself. You bet he turned the volume in the car all the way up. You bet he bathed himself in your orgasm so intensely the sound has etched itself into his bones.

‘Keep talking, sweetheart,’ he whispers, sounding slightly out of breath.

And, with a blissful smile on your face, you comply.

‘I wish you were inside me, Chanyeol,’ you mutter, picturing his dick going soft inside you as he comes and quakes against you. ‘I wish you were still fucking me. I know you’d make me come again.’

‘Say my name again, baby,’ he grunts, picking up the pace of his strokes once more.

‘Chanyeol,’ you moan, purposefully and with your fingers starting to move inside you again, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Again,’ he moans, and this time you can hear the force of his strokes distantly in the background.

‘Chanyeol,’ you repeat, still moving your fingers and relishing the sensation of how very wet your fingers are. They slide easily in and out of you, soaked and dripping.

‘Fuck, fuck.’

Chanyeol comes with a loud moan, one that sounds like it’s being torn from his soul. You’ve heard this kind before, and it’s one of your favourites. It’s musical in its cadence, almost transcendent in its nature. In many ways, it almost doesn’t sound like him, sounds like someone made purely of lust and raw devotion. You think this is the sound of how he loves you, pure, unadulterated, and visceral.

In the aftermath of his orgasm, he laughs. Happy, jovial, and not in the least bit ashamed. The sound is so pure, so beautiful, you can’t help but join in, too.

‘Did you come, baby?’ you manage through your giggle.

‘All over my fucking pants,’ he exclaims, sounding pleased and proud. ‘You made such a mess, you better lick it up when I get home.’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

You were. You waited patiently on your knees for him until the door slid open.