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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months

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✨Tongue Tied✨

Dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

A/N: This just came out of nowhere when I was eating cherries, so here we are 😂 I was going to post this one later, but it was just sitting in my drafts.

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, finds you in the kitchen eating some cherries. For your birthday, he gives you something that’ll make you a little tongue tied.

Rating: 18+ Only MDNI

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Smut, flirting, teasing, eating cherries, age gap (reader is 24, Joel is 51), oral receiving (fem), fingering, dirty talk, sneaking around, switching POVs

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The air is warm as the summer breeze blows through the open window of the lit up kitchen. After a night of celebrating your twenty-fourth birthday, your parents decided to throw you a surprise barbecue. A few of your friends came, a couple of the neighbors meandered around the backyard, but one certain person was here that set your core on fire. Joel Miller. Your dad’s best friend, his favorite fishing buddy.

Joel was hot, like extremely hot. And not to mention he was fifty-one. Twice your age and off limits, but that made it that much more fun to tease him.

He’s in his signature blue flannel shirt today, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose strong arms and tanned skin, large veins threading down his forearms, and large meaty hands that could probably split you in two. His dark jeans hug his strong thighs, and his tousled grey speckled hair is slicked back just begging to be played with.

You can’t lie that you dream about him at night, can’t pretend you don’t imagine your fingers are his own that slip inside your dripping core and talk you through your orgasm. Attagirl. Say my name. Yeah, jus’ like that, sweetheart. Such a good fuckin’ girl.

You bet he’s the best kisser, bet his tongue can take you to places that your fingers never could. You imagine his dark smoldering eyes all blown out and wide, his grey threaded beard tickling against your neckline while his tongue slides against your glistening skin. It’s only a dream, a fantasy your mind has conjured up to fill some void. But you’re determined to win him over one way or another. He will be yours.

And it’s not like he’s completely innocent. You’ve seen him catch your eye once or twice, have caught him checking you out when you wore that pink bikini to the pool a few weeks ago. He can pretend all he wants, but the man fantasizes about you, too.

You sigh and pick another cherry from the big bowl sitting on the ceramic kitchen counter, popping it into your mouth as the sweet flavor slides down your throat. You lean against the counter and pull your short yellow dress down, the material barely grazing your tanned thighs.

You pop another cherry into your mouth and enjoy the quiet kitchen, taking just a few moments to pull yourself together until you have to go back outside. You’re sure they’re looking for you, but you had to get away from the heat of Joel’s smoldering stare.

Another minute goes by until you hear boots scuffing against the tiled floor. When you look up from under your long lashes, you freeze in place and gulp down the cherry that almost gets stuck in your throat. There he is, Joel Miller. Just standing and leaning against the doorway, brown eyes locked on yours.

“What’re you doin’ in here? Your dad’s lookin’ for ya out in the back,” Joel says across the kitchen.

“Couldn’t come get me himself so he sent you instead? What a good friend you are.” You roll your eyes, one eyebrow raising in question while you see him scoff under his breath.

“Don’t be a brat. He’s busy makin’ burgers. Jus’ asked if I could come find ya.”

“Well, you found me.” You lean into the counter and pick out another plump cherry.

“C’mon then. Get out there.” He nods his head towards the backyard and crosses his large arms over his broad chest.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” You pop the cherry into your mouth and twirl the stem in between your fingers, keeping your eyes locked carefully on his.

He huffs out annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose while he makes his way across the kitchen, stopping on the opposite side of the counter as he leans against it and keeps his arms tight across his chest. “Yeah, real busy over there. Those cherries must be real good if they’ve got you locked in the kitchen.” His eyes flick to the glass bowl as you plop another one out from the batch.

“Sooo good.” You take your tongue and lick up the side of the cherry, pushing it into your mouth as you throw the stem on the edge of the counter.

He watches you chew, gulping down saliva as he focuses in on your red glossy lips. He thinks you look so gorgeous in your little yellow sundress, thinks your lips might taste just like those cherries. Savory, sweet, delicious. A thought that’s crossed his mind more than once before.

He shouldn’t be in here alone with you, shouldn’t even stare while you lick your plush lips and devour the fresh cherries all seductively in front of him. He can picture you down on your knees, your tongue gliding over the tip of his throbbing cock, his fingers fisting the back of your hair while he fucks your pretty little mouth with his thick cock. He wants to hear those melodic moans out of your mouth, needs to get his mouth on your pretty pink pussy, would love to throw you on top of his bed sheets while he fucks you till he fills you with hot ropes of cum.

He’s a bad man for thinking of his best friend’s daughter like that, but he can’t help wanting something he can’t technically have. You’re off limits to him and so much younger, but he doesn’t give a shit.

He sees the way you’ve been teasing him. Walking around in those short skirts that barely cover your curvy ass and brushing your fingertips against his arms with every chance you get. He’s not a stupid man, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t dare try to stop you. He likes the tease, loves the thought of you pining over him, and maybe one day he’ll finally teach you a lesson of what happens to naughty girls that just don’t know when to quit.

“Stop that,” he demands, watching you lick your lips slowly while you swallow a cherry.

“Stop what?” you ask innocently.

“Stop teasin’ me.” His eyes are narrowed, jaw clenched as his eyes follow your tongue licking across the fresh fruit.

“Make me,” you smirk. You swallow the cherry whole and tap your manicured fingernails against the counter top, challenging him to make a move.

He clenches his fingers into a tight fist, sliding his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his eyes darkening as his nostrils flare in anger. He’s mad, furious that you’re making him this frazzled. He can’t ignore the hardening cock that stiffens against the denim of his jeans. All because you’re a fucking tease.

You pop your hip out and play with the cherry stem in between your fingers, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously at the handsome man that can barely control himself around you. “You know, they say if you can tie a knot with your tongue with a cherry stem that means you’re a good kisser,” you smirk.

“Is that right, darlin’?” he asks all intrigued, leaning forward as his dark eyes hone in on you.

“Mhm. Read a thing or two about it,” you giggle.

“Show me.” His voice comes out deep, gravelly as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. It doesn’t come out as a response but a demand loud and clear.

You smirk his way and nod. You pop the cherry stem in your mouth and get to work. Your tongue twists and turns, working hard to get just the right angle with the stem. Joel watches you eagerly, his eyes blowing wide while his nostrils flare aggressively. You know he’s hard behind his jeans, and you’re dying to see just how massive he is.

When you finally feel the tiny knot in the stem, you open your mouth and reach in, grabbing the wet end with your fingertips. You hold it up and sure enough you did it. Right in the middle it’s tied in a tight knot. You knew you could do it.

Joel smirks your way, smoldering eyes glazed in a trance as he flicks them up and down your body seductively. Oh, he’s impressed and turned on. Look at the mess you’ve made.

“Color me impressed, sweetheart. That’s a neat talent you got there. What else can you do with that tongue?” he asks with a devilish grin curling against his big lips.

“Why don’t you come find out?” you taunt him.

He’s on you in less than a minute, large hands holding your hips against the counter while his hard cock digs into your thigh. You’re breathless, breathing in the scent of his mahogany cologne and his fresh soap smell while his dark eyes bleed into yours.

“Careful with that pretty mouth, darlin’. I don’t think you realize what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” he warns, blown eyes making slick build in your lacy panties.

“No? I think I do,” you smirk.

“Shouldn’t be playin’ games with your dad’s best friend, sweetheart. Could get ya into trouble,” he tsks, clicking his tongue will his thick fingers dig into the material of your skimpy dress.

“So get me into trouble, Mr. Miller,” you whisper, enticing him to make a move as your hand drags down to where his hard cock is skimming across your thigh.

He’s on you then, his warm mouth pressing firmly against yours as his hands slowly slide your dress up. The kiss is messy, hot, uncontrolled as one of his hands fist the back of your curls. You part your mouth open and invite him in, letting him slot his tongue inside your panting mouth.

Your fingers slide through his tousled curls, pulling a low groan from his throat while his tongue licks feverishly inside your mouth. You could drown in his coffee taste, get lost in his lush locks with his teeth nipping at your skin. This was better than you imagined, better than your wildest dreams.

He slides his calloused thumb against your drenched lace, finding your buzzing clit as he draws meticulous circles over and over. You moan into his mouth, panting his name as his fingers set your core on fire.

“Yeah? You like that, little tease?” he chuckles darkly, nipping against your bottom lip as another moan leaves your lips.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you say through clenched teeth.

“Mmm. Dirty girl wants her daddy’s best friend to finger fuck her, is that right?” he teases, sliding his fingers inside your lace and gliding through your damp folds, his fingers curling up into your dripping hole.

You part your lips and moan, twisting your fingers tightly through his messy curls. “Fuck, Joel. Please, please. Want you to… ohhh,” you moan, melting into a puddle as his thick fingers hit that spongy spot that you can never reach yourself.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles.

His mouth finds neck, sucking against your collarbone as his free hand squeezes one of your perky breasts. He elicits another moan from you, the wet noises of his fingers fucking into you floating around the room, the obscene sounds making him groan against the shell of your ear.

Before you know what happens he releases his fingers from your core and grabs your hips firmly, hoisting you up on the edge of the counter while he pulls the ruined lace down your legs and drops them to the tiled floor. You let out a squeak, watching the way he spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge, hungry eyes eating you alive.

“Gonna need you to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” he asks through gritted teeth, like he’s holding himself back from dragging you to his mouth.

“Mhm,” you hum, out of breath while more slick pools in between your thighs. “Joel, please,” you beg.

“Ain’t gotta beg, baby girl. Gonna take good care of this pretty pussy,” he purrs.

He wastes no time as he licks a thick stripe up your folds, lathering you in the wetness of his warm tongue. You throw your head back and grip the edge of the counter while he settles your legs over his shoulders.

He places his meaty hands around the backs of your thighs and starts to make out with your pussy. His tongue divides your folds, licking up inside your drenched hole and makes his way up to your puffy clit. He draws meticulous circles over your aching bundle of nerves, eliciting low moans that fall off the tip of your tongue.

You tangle your hands through his smooth locks, hear him grunt while he pulls your buzzing mound into his warm mouth. “Oh my God, Joel,” you whine.

“Yeah? Like the sound of you moaning my name, sweetheart. Say it again,” he demands as he plunges two thick fingers into your gushing core, watching slick slide down his hand while he’s knuckles deep in you.

You moan it again and again and again, watching his blown out eyes stare up at you menacingly, mouth feasting on your drool coated pussy. He finger fucks you swiftly, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot over and over again, his deft tongue gliding against your throbbing clit until you’re right on the edge.

Your walls clench against his fingers, mouth chanting his name dreamily while he gets you right where you need to be.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Drench these fingers with that sweet, sticky cum. Be a good girl now,” he purrs, licking against your warm core.

He pulls your bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks hard, rutting his thick fingers against the sweetest spongy spots that takes you to the finish line. You throw your head back and moan his name, feeling the white hot heat slide down the back of your spine.

“Attagirl. Look at you spill, goddamn” he growls, licking your spilling slick between your thighs and working his fingers in and out of your core, making sure to get every single drop of cum from your center.

He talks you through it, licking you clean as he works you through your intense orgasm, massaging your thighs until your breathing is back to normal. He slides your panties back up your thighs, covering your ruined pussy while he pulls your skirt back over your thighs.

He stands up between your legs and circles your hips with his meaty hands, whispering sweet incantations in the shell of your ear. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Hope you liked your present.”

He gives you a quick kiss to your lips, letting you taste your own release on the tip of your tongue along with the delicious taste of him.

You wrap your arms around his neck loosely, not yet wanting him to leave the room without you tucked into his side. “Joel,” you murmur through a warm daze.

“Hmm?” He knits his eyebrows into a tight line and looks at you with clouded brown eyes.

“Can we do that again?” you ask with big sappy eyes full of hope.

He huffs out, groaning through his teeth as his wide eyes stay locked on yours. “You want to do that again?” he asks, licking his tongue along the bottom of his teeth.

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling over at him. “Next time I want you to fuck me, and I want to suck your cock.”

He chokes on his own saliva and chuckles out, shaking his head as he tightens his grip on your hips. “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna be a handful, ain’t ya?”

“You know I am.” You giggle and push your fingers through his messy curls, adjusting it so it doesn’t look like he just went down on you.

He shakes his head and sighs, helping you off the spotless counter top. His fingertips hover over your back, hands pressing against your sweating skin while his lips hang dangerously close to your mouth. “You messy girl. What am I gonna do with ya, huh?” he smiles, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

“Guess you just have to keep me,” you shrug, smiling blissfully at the man of your dreams.

“Maybe I will, sweetheart. Maybe I will.”

He curls a strand of hair behind your ear and trails his lips against your cheek, mouth closing in on yours. Your breath hitches and body comes alive just waiting for his lips to be back on yours. Suddenly, the back door is swinging up and heavy footsteps are coming through the kitchen entryway.

You and Joel jump apart, your heart in your throat and adrenaline coursing through your blood. “There you two are. Was wondering where you were,” your dad shouts, his loud voice killing the heat of the moment.

“Sorry, bud. Your daughter here was just showin’ me how good these cherries were,” Joel says calmly. He grabs a cherry from the bowl and pops it in his mouth, winking your way before he exits the kitchen with your dad.

You stand there breathlessly, not believing what just happened. Joel just kissed you, finger fucked you, and ate you out in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could’ve walked in and saw. You were walking on thin ice, but you’d happily do it all over again.

You readjust your dress and smooth down your messy locks, making sure your lipstick isn’t all smudged down your chin. Once you make sure you look like you hadn’t just been fucked, you make your way outside into the backyard.

Your friends crowd around the inground pool while your folks and neighbors sit around on some lounge chairs, sipping on lemonade and eating hamburgers off plastic plates. You find an empty chair next to your friend, Nikki, and act as if you were completely normal. Nothing was normal about today, though. Not after what just happened in the kitchen with Joel Miller. The hottest neighbor that had walked into your dad’s life three years ago. Guess he always had a thing for you secretly, you just didn’t know it till this year.

Your eyes flick across the lawn and you find Joel staring at you, nursing a beer down with his lips around the flute of the bottle. His honey brown eyes find yours, and you gasp when you see a smudge of red lipstick smeared across the collar of his blue flannel. You giggle at the sight of it, snickering to yourself as you join in on a conversation about your weekend plans.

Guess you left your mark on him after all.

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lanadelnegan · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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kawaii-queen-kaiju · 7 months

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Lies

Maribat March - Prompt 10

"He gave me a diamond the size of my fist! You can't tell anyone though; the paparazzi would be all over us." Lila loudly proclaimed from across the cafeteria. Marinette scoffed, throwing a disgusted sneer over her shoulder at the Italian. This was the fifth celebrity engagement story. She wondered just how she got unfortunate enough to be surrounded by these idiots. She could kill everyone in this room in two minutes flat, and yet, she had to restrain herself for the sake of the mission. Keep playing the role of meek little 'Mari', keep pretending she wasn't one of the most skilled assassins in the world. Stupid Hawkmoth. Because of some random ass dude, she was stuck among these sheeple.

She quickly left the cafeteria, exiting the school and heading to the bakery. She greeted Sabine - a member of the Order of the Miraculous and one of her old handlers - and climbed the stairs to her room. Just a little longer. She was so close to finding the man who had enough audacity to steal from the Order. And Hawkmoth, him too.

Her phone rang, startling her out of her inner monologue. It was Damian, her betrothed. She happily answered, the smile on her face genuine for once. 'Habibti. How was your day?' He asked, an odd whirring echoing in the background. 'Have you stabbed the harlot yet?'

She rolled her eyes, the smile on her face persisting. "It was fine. And no, I have not stabbed Lila, as much as I may want to. It's annoying, but it's helping my cover. She keeps the idiots from following me around, and it makes easier to search Paris for the lousy fake-Guardian and whatever asshat he let take the Butterfly."

'And you're still sure you would not like me to join you and help?'

She sighed, the conversation a common one since she was sent to Paris. "I've got this, Dami. Besides, you wouldn't last five minutes here. I love you, but you are very temperamental."

He squawked angrily, and she could picture the offended look on his face, his jade green eyes crinkling adorably. 'I am not temperamental! You seem to be forgetting just how many of our trainers you sent to the infirmary.'

She rolled her eyes. "They were misogynistic pricks, and you know it."

'I was not arguing that they weren't, Habibti, merely stating that you extensively hurt each of them. In fact, I am quite glad for what you did. Had you not, Mother never would have seen fit to have us betrothed.'

Marinette smiled happily at the memory, standing in the middle of the large al-Ghul throne room in ceremonial garb, opposite Damian in matching robes. "Yeah." She glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed. "Sorry, Dami. I need to head back. Call you back later?"

'Of course. I love you, Habibti.' He answered curtly, though she could tell he was peeved at being cut off. "I love you too."

She came back to excited whispers throughout the classroom, and a huddle around Lila's desk. Marinette rolled her eyes, heading towards her own desk at the back of the room. Except...

She was stopped in her tracks by one whispered word. 'Damian'. There were plenty of Damians in the world, and several rich ones Lila could be claiming she's engaged to; but what if? Marinette continued up the stairs, but kept an ear on the conversation at the front.

'Wayne'.

Marinette clenched her teeth. They were talking about Damian. Her Damian. She'd seen articles and heard rumors before, right after Damian's debut as a billionaire's son, but something about hearing her beloved's name come from that liar's mouth made her see green. She was fuming, trying to force away the murderous haze. She was chosen for this mission specifically because of the ease it took to banish the Pit's influence from her mind, and she was not going to let Lila of all people ruin it for her.

At the front of the room, the door slammed open. Marinette's mind screeched to a halt, because standing there in all of his glory was Damian. She shot to her feet and raced down the stairs before she registered what she was doing. He was here, right in front of her! She flung her arms around him, squeezing tight.

"Hello, Habibti." He whispered in her ear, squeezing her back. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pulling back to look at him. "Father found something. Camera footage of the akumas, and an identity, over a hundred and twenty years old. They're going after them now." He said, a happy gleam in his eye despite the lack of emotion on his face. Marinette grinned widely. Her mission is over! She can go back to Nanda Parbat - or Gotham!

"Marinette, what's going on?"

She turned around abruptly, remembering their audience. "Who is this?" Alya was front and center, glaring at her accusingly. Marinette's mind was whirling, trying to find an in-character way to answer. Except they found them. The false Guardian and the Butterfly. She didn't have to keep up her cover anymore. She grinned, her true smile, not the meek thing she'd developed the past few months.

She watched as Lila's little lapdog recoiled, enjoying the effect she finally got to have on her classmates. Marinette stalked forward, easily falling back into her natural gait. The walk of a predator. "I'm happy to announce that I'm done! I don't have to sit here and pretend anymore! You're all horribly stupid, and it was definitely not a pleasure to have known you." She let her smile widen to that terrifying degree that always made her targets believe she was inhuman. She never dissuaded those thoughts, instead encouraging them. "And you, Lila Rossi. You are a lying sociopath, and to be honest, I can respect that! But you chose to put my beloved's name in your mouth, and you've made me mad. Unfortunately for you, that is an unpleasant situation to be in."

"M-Marinette?" Alya tripped backwards on the steps, falling on her butt. She was ignored. Marinette's focus was on Lila, the repulsive girl who dared to soil her beloved's name with her tongue. To her credit, Lila was managing to hold eye contact with Marinette, even if it was in paralysis. "Tell me," Marinette slammed her hands on the lying girl's desk. "Do you do any research before you decide to spread rumors?"

Lila was pale and shaking, her mouth a thin line. She didn't answer. "You do, don't you? You recognize my beloved, and you realize your house of lies is toppling around you." Marinette ended with a whisper, her face inches from the Italian's.

The room was silent, everyone's focus on the scene before them. On the way Marinette's personality did a complete one-eighty and froze everyone in their spots. Well, everyone except for the boy. He was staring at Marinette in adoration, hands clasped behind him as he watched his betrothed tear into her hemorrhoid of the last several months. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the only sound in the room. "Habibti. It's done."

Marinette whirled around, her sunshine smile back. "Then why are we still here?" She linked arms with the boy and left the room in stunned silence.

(The LoA and The Order are the same organization under different names)

#batman fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #mlb x dc #maribat #maribat march 2024 #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #damian al ghul #loa marinette #betrothed au #lila salt

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leonstupidkenndysgf · 1 month

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Hiii CAN you write mafia!childe × fem! reader?? smut <3???

anything for you, princess

mafia!childe x fem reader

baby names, wriothesley try’s to kidnap you, p in v, rough sex, love at first sight, and marriage proposal.

your farther is the leader of one of most infamous gangs in the mafia, you were seen as a princess when you were little but once time as come you were seen as a trophy more then anything. But your dad wouldn’t let you date any man without him getting to know him personally before you.

in comes wriothesley, your farther sets you guys up to meet and that led to 5 months of only sex and money talk, not a single “i love you” “how was your day” or even “what you doing” until one night at your farther celebration that he was holding at your mansion you turn the corner to see wriothesley talking with some men you quickly turn back around until you hear you name “yea man y/n is a beauty but-“ you turn you back to the edge of the corner where he can’t see you but you can hear him “i’m only in on it for the money, once her pops dies, all the money gonna be mine” he said in a joking tone. But you knew he meant it.

after 5 months wasted you broke up with on the spot, your farther still seeing him as a important role in the mafia meant that he was gonna still try to get back with you any chance he saw you. but your farther not trusting after him sawing those words would never let you date again until one morning your father called you down to living room. “here y/n, check if this list is good for the party we’ll be having here tomorrow..” your dad hands you a pice of paper with name you know until a name you haven’t seen before “the fatui”

“dad? who are the fatui??” you say looking up from the pice of paper he handed you “oh it’s a new gang that has surpass my expectations from them because their so new…” he says looking down at papers and other junk “and plus there’s a man i want you to meet, your mother and i have been think about arrange marriage sense what happened with wriothesley…” he says while looking up at you “his name is pulcinella.” pulcinella? arrange marriage? fatui? “dad please don’t do the arrange marriage thing i would cry myself to sleep every night because of that…what if he isn’t hot??” you say throwing your arms to your sides in a dramatic way.

the night of the party your wearing a black maxi dress like all the women at the party, your looking around and greeting everyone but most looking for this pulcinella guy, until you feel you arm get jerked into a hallway away from the party. You don’t even get time to look at the person who did that until you look up, wriothesley. “y/n-“ “don’t even” you cut him off, his hand still around you wrist, “y/n please take me back, i didn’t mean what i said back then, i was just trying to be cool.” he said with the look of pleading eyes. “no. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it every time you ask me. now let me go now!” you yell at him but not loud enough for the people outside the party to hear you “i didn’t wanna do this..but.”

wriothesley grabs you waist pulls your back to his chest and covers your mouth with his hand. you scream but his large hands around your mouth made it sound like muffled cries.

*CRASH* wriothesley hand drops from you mouth and he lets go of your waist. he drops to the floor, you turn around to see a tall man with red hair towering over you with a broken half of a wine bottle in his left hand. “what a weirdo..you okay sweetheart?” the man says in a gentle tone. “oh i’m fine…just shaken up” you think to yourself how the hell did this guy knock out wriothesley with a empty wine bottle “okay dear, do you need any help?” he says while leaning over the check if you have any bumps or scratches. “no i’m fine sir, thank you so much”

you didn’t even know this guys name but damn was he fine “no problem, you better get back to the event, people might think it’s weird that the daughter of the infamous boss is missing..” how does he already know who i am without me saying? you think to yourself. “oh yea i guess your right” you say turning away and walking back into the party, but you quickly turn back to the man to say your thanks but turn again and grab your dress up by your knees and jog back to the party leaving the man to giggle at the way you just left him and the sleeping body of your ex.

“oh y/n where have you been” your mother walks up to you “here, follow me, your farther and i want you to meet pulcinella.” your mother grabs you my the shoulders and guides you through they crowds to only be met with your father’s back facing you and his head pointing down “oh y/n here meet pulcinella” your father turns his head and steps to the side “your future husband” you tilt your head down. pulcinella is short stubby elf man that was tall up to your hip. you swallow your shame knowing this will be the man you will share a bed with every night.

you and pulcinella “talked” for hours which was him talking about his work ethic for 30 minutes until he brought up his gang and how he would like you to meet them, you follow him to a group of people all holding wine glasses and fancy attire “fatui, this is my future wife” pulcinella says to his gang. they all looked confused as you, “ain’t no way your marrying her?” a tall women with white and black hair said “she’s too pretty and your just…you” a short women with wings coming out of her head

until you looked full you saw him. the guy who help with your crazy ex, you both made eye contact and he gave you a quick smirk leaving you weak in the knees. “uh i have to check up on my farther really quick, it was a pleasure to meet you all!!” you say before turning way, you can here pulcinella say “see you soon sweetie” as your walking away, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“what is his name and how tf do i get him instead of that gross elf” you think to yourself while walking down *BUMP* “hey watch- oh it’s you” it’s him AGAIN. “uh oh im sorry sir! wait. what’s your name?” you say really fast leaving to laugh a little before saying his name “call me childe” childe! childe..childe…you want his child..you think to yourself trying not to laugh at your own dirty joke “oh mine is y/n!” you say looking up at him “everyone knows that silly” he says while laughing a bit. “hey lets talk privately” he says to you “oh yea lets go up stairs to my room” “your room?” he asks confused, oh shit that sounded dirty. “not like that.” you say with a blank stare

while walking to your room you realize how fine this man really is to his hair his face his scars down to the way he walks with his hands in his pockets, “oh here my room!” you open the door and without a second thought he sits on your bed and start looking at your stuffed animals “this one is cute” he says holding a stuffed bear with a pink ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. “just like you” he mumbles under his breath, you acted like you didn’t hear him but you really did and it made you wanna melt.

“oh yea i got a question” he says still holding the teddy bear “what was up with that guy that want you a little too much” he’s talking about wriothesley. “oh that’s my ex who only dated me for the money and is trying to get me still” he lays back on your bed while you sit on the edge “i mean i ain’t in it for the money, your just down right stunning y/n” he says while looking up at the ceiling with a soft smile, you feel you cheeks and ears get all red, trying to hide you face from him.

“aww someone is blushinggg” he says getting up and putting his chest on you back “your too cute”he whispers and gives a soft kiss to the side of your neck. you give a small yelp out of unexpectce, “are you really gonna marry pulcinella he asks now putting some of his body on too you “fuck no.” your response was so fast that he started laughing “yea i wouldn’t either if i were you…marry me..” you pause “what” “marry me” he’s know fully kissing up and down the left side your neck “i would treat you so well,won’t be in it for the money, i would care for you and your needs” he says while slipping off the strap of your dress.

he’s perfect for you and you know it, you hear the party still going on down stairs with the man that your supposed to marry and wriothesley somewhere but all you can think is about your pussy being pounded by this guy that you meet literally an hour ago. “childe?” “yes princess?” “i want to be your wife” “then let me treat you like how husband treats his wife”

he lays you on your back and climbing on top of you interlocking your lips with his his hand feeling your body while you hands unbutton his dress shirt soon he’s leaving soft but passionate kiss down you neck, to you chest and moves down and left your black dress up to reveal your pink thong soaked with you wetness “all because of me?” he says with a smirk “s-shut up” you blurted out.

he slides you panties to the side and slowly starts licking and sucking on your clit to your entrance you cover you mouth from the moan that try to come out but you feel hands pinning them to your sides “don’t you ever muffle your sounds.” childe says with passion in his eyes “y-yes childe” “good princess”

he’s been licking and suck and feeling all down there while all you can do is moan and grab his hair when he gets to a sensitive spot “i’m really close. please don’t stop” you has panting and out of breathe “i don’t ever wanna stop” he says while gasping for air then immediately goes down back to what he’s was doing.

“come on baby, cum on my tongue.” as he says it your whole body is fulled with pleasure as you reach your release, childe licks a couple more times before getting up and itching to kiss you, your lips lock again, you never want to let go, until you can’t breathe and you turn purple. once you stop for air he asks you something “can i make love to you princess?” you stare up at him “you want to fuck me?” “i don’t fuck, i make love.”

after you say yes you strip off his shirt that was left unbuttoned while you make out with the tall ginger, he slips off your black dress and throwing it on the floor next to your bed, he sits up, almost straddling you “god your body is perfect” he says looking at you with love in his eyes more the lust. “childe..” you say sitting up and faintly touching his scars on his chest and stomach “oh…yea…from old missions, i think they look pretty cool” “you look really hot with them” you say looking up at him.

“do they make you horny princess?” he says leaning down to kiss your collarbone “maybeee” you feel his boner grinding up against your thigh as he kisses up and down you neck some more “god childe just put it in me already” you say with a giggle “okay, okay needy” he starts slowly unbuckling his pants, then unbuttoning his pants, then whipping out his cock, all you have to say that is bigger then wriothesley’s…

“can i put it in darling?” he says grabbing his erection and gliding it up and down your entrance, “just put it in please” you say in a breathy whisper. “anything for you princess” he fist grabs both of your legs and puts them on his shoulders, then slowly puts his cock inside of you

both of you moan at the pleasure, “god your tight princess ahh” he says whipping his head back “just a bit more then i’m fully in you..” he leans putting his arms straight out, his big hands right next your ur head “i’m fully in..” he sighs with pleasure, you could feel him in hitting your curve already it felt like, “aw oh cute, your tummy has a little bulge…heehee” he says looking down at your stomach.

he wasn’t wrong, you did have a tummy bulge from his large cock being inside of you “oh wow” you say in between moans and breathes “can i move now princess?” he says looking into your eyes, “please…childe..” you moan.

he slowly starts pumping in and out of you, your moans slowly get louder, you put your hands on his shoulders, not knowing what to do with them, your grip and scratch his back from the pleasure. “you…ahhh..so big…f-faster please” you say moaning and trying not to scream “faster? ahh okay baby” he leans up and grabs your hips and putting them at a higher place where he can move quicker, and he did move quicker.

you felt full, his movements felt so rough but soft. him moving and trusting into your hips back and forth had you overwhelmed that all you could do was scream, “childe!! ahhh!! yess oh my gosh!!” you scream and yelp “y/n…will you..ahh!! marry me?” he says as he thrust in and out and in and out “yes childe!! oh my gosh!!” “then will you take my children y/n?” he moans, you felt you coming to your climax, and he felt it too

“then..ahh!! please..l-let me cum inside y/n..” he moans and grunts “yes! please!! childe i want to me your wife ahhh!! i’m really close!!” you arch your back and let out a moan and scream “lets cum together y/n..” he huffs, still roughly trusting into you, “1…ah- 2…3” you both finish and moan and scream

you both claim down and breathe, he puts an arm under your back and he gently lays down with you on his chest “y/n…i wasn’t joking when i said i wanted to be your husband” he says playing with your hair “i wasn’t joking when i said i wanted to be your wife or have your kids..” you say still kinda out of breath “lets get married soon, princess.”

you both get dressed, fix each others hair, and go back to the party, no one was you of you two other then your farther and pulcinella, well you told your mother first about childe’s marriage proposal and and later he met your mother at the party, she pulls you to the side and whispers “i like this one better then pulcinella..” she giggles in your ear, poor childe didn’t know what think you guys were laughing about.

but when you told your farther, you never say him so angry but after meeting and talking to childe privately he let go a little, still thinking that you should marry pulcinella, but your mother yelled and screamed at him that you need a younger man, so your farther had to break the new to pulcinella which he left without saying a word to you or childe…

-TIME SKIP-

you and childe have been married for a year and have 2 beautiful girls, that childe loves and adores a little more then you, but as your at the dinner table with your family, watching your husband spoon feed your daughters, your so happy that he saved you that night at the party from wriothesley and pulcinella…

authors note: this one is long as shit but i like it SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS OR MISSPELLINGS!!

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #childe smut #genshin childe #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #childe x reader #mafia au

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Animosity

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, unprotected sex, aggression, arguing, name calling, digital penetration, dirty talk, pet names, etc.

Porn without plot. Arguably an extended blurb, but we have much to celebrate! so my gift, on the eve of Starcatcher, is smut. I love you all! Shout out to this crazy hot request!! Thank you, anon…we adore you and your beautiful mind ❤️

“So, you’re just going to walk away from me? Like what I have to say means fuck all? Like I mean fuck all?” He sinks further back into the couch, crossing his arms like a sullen, bad-tempered child.

“No, Jake,” you snipe right back. A cruel, dismissive edge sharpening your tone until it slices through the anger-choked air in the living room like a rusty steak knife yanked from the back of the drawer. “I’m just sick of listening to you run your mouth about shit that doesn’t matter. I pissed you off. Fucking enthralling story, can you tell it again?”

“You’re tired of listening to me, or you want me to tell it again?” His boots slam down on the coffee table just to pluck at your nerves further. “Make up your fucking mind, sweetheart.”

Christ, you don’t know that you’ve ever been this furious with him, though you really can’t even remember why. It’s been all day. Back and forth. Bitter bickering. Button pushing. Poking and poking, until it feels like the energy between the two of you could break apart with fevered electricity.

“Fuck you.” Is all you can summon. It hisses out of you as you spin on your heel to find solace in the kitchen…the closest room where he isn’t.

With more force than would ever be necessary, you’re throwing open the refrigerator door, fingers wrapped around a bottle of water, when you feel his arms wrap around you, tugging you away from the task at hand with a quiet grunt low in his throat.

The bottle clatters to the floor with a bouncing thud, as you’re pressed against the counter. You’ve hardly had a blink to register, but his hand is fisted in your hair and squeezing against your scalp until it stings like delicious fire. “Fuck me?” He hums, soft and saccharine. “But you seem so angry with me, kitty cat. Seems like maybe you might even hate me. S’that what baby wants? A little hate fucking?”

“Jake, stop!” you snap, with an elbow digging into his stomach, unwilling to let go of your upset even though your thighs are clenched and aching to spread wide for him.

“Have you forgotten your safe word?” The heated query growls into your ear, though he already knows what the answer will be.

Your teeth are clenched - but with wrath or lust, you can’t be sure, “No.”

“Fucking use it, then.” His thigh is between yours now, shoving your legs open further apart exactly the way you’d longed for just moments ago.

“No.” You repeat, once more, even nastier than before. It physically pains you to give him the upper hand, but you love it, too. Fuck, how you love it.

“Oh,” you can hear the smug, cocky, fucking smirk in his tone. “So, my angry little kitty cat wants to be stroked. Is that why you’ve been so goddamn irritating all day? Pretty girl wants to fuck?”

You arch your back, pressing against him in the hopes that he’ll just go ahead and shut up. That he’ll go ahead and destroy you right there at the counter like a whore. Like his whore.

Your silence won’t do for him, and a swift tug at your tangles tells you so, before his voice rasps into the night. “Is that it? Does pretty girl with her pretty wet pussy want to fuck?”

The feverish nod against his clutch comes before you can stop it.

“Say it.”

Oh, fuck you, Jacob. Smug little bastard who can’t let the opportunity to make you taste his victory, pass.

“Hmm-mm,” you moan out, shaking your head, lips squeezed into an impossibly flat line to bite back the flurry of obscene pleas that threaten to tear out of you.

“Okay,” he’s taunting now, and you know you’re in trouble before you’ve even felt his fingers creeping beneath the hem of your panties. “But look at this. You’re dripping. Don’t you want to drip, all filthy and gorgeous, all over me? All over my cock?”

“Yeah,” it shivers out of you with a wanton desperation that should make your cheeks flush with shame. Instead, your entire body flushes with need.

He stands firm and sickeningly sexy “Then say it. Do as you’re fucking told, kitten, and I’ll make you feel good, promise.”

Every ounce of fight drains from your body as you relax down against the butcher's block countertop, and you know without a doubt you’ll need to be careful not to rake tracks into the wood once he’s buried inside you. Careful not to claw marks where you shouldn’t. Careful not to live up to the pet name he only trots out when he’s feeling particularly nasty.

“Say it, baby.” He presses, petting your hair so gently you sigh.

“Pretty girl wants to fuck,” you’re nearly panting between words, but you can’t help it, nor do you care to. Let him hear what he does to you. Let him bear witness to the depravity he sets free to boil through your veins. Let him see.

“Good girl.” He slips the pad of his finger over your slick clit, groaning at how swollen you already are. How ready. How fucking needy. All for him. “Say it. Who’s my good girl?”

“I am.” Your hips are circling and rocking into his touch…you need more, more, more. “I’m your good girl.”

“Yeah, you are.” He nods, forehead resting at your shoulder. “Such a good girl. So, why do you insist on being so fucking bad? Naughty, mouthy little witch. Fucking heartless.”

His touch teases at your entrance, waiting, gentle and nearly still, until you fuck yourself back onto them, slipping him inside with a roll of your hips. “Oh, fuck yes, kitten…just like that. Baby thinks she’s just gonna take what she wants, but she’s wrong…” his voice is quiet, yet melodic. He’s almost singing to you, teasing you, baiting you along with a blissful, bullying, air.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” He rasps, toying with you.

“It’s yours, Jake.” You purr, arching and trembling. “That’s your pretty pussy.”

“It’s yours, Jake.” He mocks, all high pitched and airy. You half expect him to pull your hair and call you names. To shove you down and skin your knees…and you’re not ashamed to admit, you wouldn’t hate it.

“Tell me you want to feel my fingers inside your greedy, soaked cunt.” True to his role, he snatches your head back by the strands of your hair still locked in his grip. “Tell me you want me to finger fuck you until you cum all over the kitchen tile.”

Your will power has vanished, as though it never existed to begin with. Where is all that fight that once burned in your belly? “I want it…” you’re breathless, whining like a slut, spread out on the counter, tongue sweeping out to curl against the wood because you just need to fucking taste something, anything.

You carry on, happy to complete your pornographic request, if only to make him as weak for you as you are for him. But, he is weaker for you, always…you just can’t ever seem to see it. Instead, his palm covers your mouth, strong and sure.

“It’s cute that you think I really want to hear it. Adorable, even, kitty cat.” He sounds hateful, but you hear the devotion behind the facade, he’s happy to be here with you, wrapped up close, no more angry, blistering space between your bodies.

“I’ve listened to you enough today, don’t you think?” His teeth sink into your earlobe until your knees buckle with a whimpered hum.

“Oh, now you’ve got nothing to say?” His accusation is gritted out between the clamp of his teeth at your ear, sending blazing chills down your spine to curl your toes against the frigid ceramic. “You wanna stay quiet now? Alright then, whatever you want, baby girl. Quiet it is. I’ll help you with that…”

His grip is suddenly iron clad around your throat, squeezing until your gasps rasp and your eyes roll back. His opposite hand is at your mouth, fingers sliding against your tongue, nudging into your throat until you’re silencing a gag.

It doesn’t matter, he feels it. “Be glad it isn’t my cock, shutting this pretty mouth up. Be grateful you aren’t fucking swallowing me and praying I’ll let you breathe.”

You aren’t grateful at all. In fact, you’d give just about anything to be on your knees for him…

And he knows it.

Like a cat in heat, you slink further down, presenting and preening. You want more. You need more…

And he knows that, too.

“C’mere,” it growls out of him, low and rumbling like a feral animal descending upon stalked prey - and before the shudder has even finished shaking through your taxed system, he’s gathering you up in his arms.

Small in stature he might be, but the strength in his grasp has never failed to amaze you. Now, as he jerks you around until you’re caged in his embrace like a writhing doll, is certainly no different.

“Are you sorry, kitten?” He hisses, manhandling you as he throws a dining chair away from the table and spins it just so. “Are you sorry for making me throw you around like the insubordinate little fuck slut you are? Are you sorry for making my cock so hard? It aches for you…it wants its pretty, pretty baby, with her pretty, pretty cunt.”

Down he lumbers, positioning himself on the chair with you, held up away from his lap, watching with rapt attention and a watering mouth as he violently tugs his pants open without care.

And then, there it is, his beautiful cock. Flushed and pulsing. Flexing fiercely and bobbing in the air so pink, so thick, so slick at the blushing crown, so fucking captivating. You can’t take your eyes off of it, and why would you ever want to?

His hands are ripping at you, tearing your panties off ruthlessly until the silk burns across your skin leaving strawberry pink welts in its wake…pulling at the neck of your tshirt until it, too, gives way to his madness and rips apart enough for him to unleash his mouth against your breasts.

It’s a flurry of perfect teeth burying their way into your nipple, the delicious pressure of his lips and tongue, wet, warm, and sucking, as your fingers twist in his hair, crushing him closer to you. His moans are muffled and unidentifiable against the goosebumps he has raised upon your skin.

“Jake, please.” You’re rocking at the air, as still, he holds you away from his lap. “Please please please…”

“That’s it, kitten.” He sounds self-satisfied and disgustingly content with your despair. He’s such a prick when he gets this way, and fuck if you don’t absolutely live for it. “Beg for my cock like a whore. Beg for me to fill your sweet, slutty, cunt. God, look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”

But, rather than beg, out comes the pout he can never seem to resist. “Give it to me.” Your puckered bottom lip tucks between your teeth as you stare down longingly at the prize your body longs to swallow up. “Fuck me, Jake…fuck your kitten. Please, baby?”

“You fuckin’ brat.” He snaps, but his arms loosen, allowing just a hint more freedom to your movement. “Spoiled little thing isn’t playing fair.” He tugs your mouth open and licks against your tongue.

“Go on, then,” his palm, warm and insistent, cracks your ass cheek, hard and firm. Milk chocolate eyes dancing wildly when you suck in a sharp gasp. “You want it so badly? Fuck me. Kitty wants some dick? Kitty can fucking work for it.”

Your hips lower without hesitation and rock this way and that until the tip of his cock is resting at your entrance. “C’mon, kitty cat,” he coaxes like the arrogant prince he likes to pretend to be. “Fuck me.”

Without preamble, without thought for angle, or the consequence of pain, you sink down around him all at once. Sucking him in, hot and snug, tightening around him with a wail of relief as your head tips back until you're crying out to the ceiling.

His face is hidden between your breasts, mouth searching, tongue lapping at your skin as he groans and murmurs your name. “You feel so good, baby girl. So fucking good. Too fucking good. Fuck…fuck…”

Back and forth his pretty face nuzzles, his mouth searching out places to mark you, sucking bruises into your tits as you shove them further in his face, silently begging him to brand you.

But as he grows louder, he begins fighting back to the surface, shaking off your riptide in favor of that delectable dominance he favors “Faster.” He orders, both hands taking hold of your throat just hard enough to make you writhe. “Do it, baby. Come on…” there’s that teasing, coaxing tone that sets your entire body alive in white hot, licking, flames. “Come on. You know how to do it. You know how to fuck me, c’mon.”

Harder and faster you ride him, clutching at the back of his chair for leverage until your knuckles are ghost-white and your nails are screaming, threatening to snap off in the wood.

“Good girl…” his grip is twisting so gently around your neck as your keening moans vibrate into his palms. “Good fucking girl. Say it.”

You know what he wants, and so he shall have it. “I’m a good fucking girl.” They are hardly words at all, more like breathless whines, but they do just fine for him.

“Yes, you are, kitten, yes you are.” Now one of his hands is at your cheek, cupping it as agonized tears streak into his palm…you’re just so fucking close. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and fuck me until I cum, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” it’s ineloquent and cut off by a shaking moan, but you’ve never cared about anything less.

“Yeah, you are. Make me cum, kitty cat. Come on, make me fucking cum…”

This time, it's his words that drift off into incoherent, desperate whines that flip your stomach and trip you over the edge. You finish, hard and fast, lulled by the obscenities tumbling off of his filthy tongue.

“Please, baby…” he’s clutching at you now, thrusting up to meet you so forcefully you absently worry he might tip the chair over, toppling you both to the floor. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna, oh fuck…”

His teeth catch your shoulder through the tattered remnants of your shirt, gnawing at your flesh as grunts and wails and growls of release seep into your skin.

Finally, though you wish it would never end, his arms fall slack, swinging at the sides of the chair, as his mouth soothes over the bites he’s left you with.

“God damn, baby girl…” he laughs softly, kneading softly into the screaming muscles of your thighs. “Thought you were gonna fuck it right off.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, quiet with exhaustion. “Take me upstairs and take care of me? I’m sleepy.”

Without a word, you’re gathered up in his arms. You know you’ll be tenderly deposited at the foot of the stairs, to navigate them on your own, with your hand held in his…but that’s perfect, you’re always happy to let him lead the way.

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cyripticchronicler · 9 months

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Ink and Destiny - Part 4

Maybe keeping a secret relationship with James is not as perfect as you think. Or, a whole lot of nothing, I need ideas plz.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I hope everyone had a great Christmas! If you don't celebrate it then I hope you had a good day! Sorry this part is really bad, I need ideas, PLEASE give me ideas in the suggestion box please ily.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Did you hear that James Potter is dating someone?”

“Do you think it’s Lily? He’s been crushing on her for years” “Of course it’s Lily. They’re going to have the cutest babies.”

You focus on the schoolwork before you, trying to block out the people next to you. You know James and you agreed to keep this dating thing private but you can’t help but feel sad, and jealous when people think he’s dating Lily.

You know James likes you, he’s made it clear. And you know that Lily doesn’t like James if the way she always rolled her eyes when he was around was any indication.

You’ve told Lily and Alice everything between you and James, as James has Sirius and Remus. Alice already knew since James asked her what your favourite book was, and Lily was shocked, disgusted and happy for you all in the span of five minutes.

The teacher dismisses the class and you rush out, bumping into Lily on your way to the girl's dormitory.

“You’ll come with me to the Quidditch game, right?” You ask nervously. You’re still nervous around James and Lily coming with you would help you calm down a lot.

She nods, hooking her arm with yours, “Yeah. Do you want to start getting ready? I’ll paint your nails.”

“Can you paint them red? I don’t know what I’m wearing yet, please help me.” you plead, sighing in relief when you reach the Gryffindor common room.

Scanning the room, your eyes land on James sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace, talking to James and Sirius.

Lily teasingly nudges me and you glare. “Stop it-” You stop at the sound of your name being called out and turn to face the speaker.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Sirius Black asks you from his seat, eyes swirling with mischief.

“Excuse me?” You squeak. From the corner of my eye, you see James smash his face against the couch pillow.

“The Quidditch game. Do you want to sit with Remus and me?” James lifts his head from the pillow, cheeks flushed as he mouths a silent ‘sorry.’

You nod, “Okay. As long as Lily can sit with us.”

It’s Remus who speaks, “Of course. We’ll meet here in an hour.”

You nod your head awkwardly, flashing them smiles then drag Lily up the stairs.

“I’m not ready to hang out with Remus and Sirius, what if they don’t like me? James values their opinion and if they don’t like me then who knows what will happen-” Lily cuts you off with her hands on your shoulders. “Calm down, it’ll be okay. You’ve worked with Remus before in Potions, remember? He liked you, and Sirius will like you too. Now cmon, let’s get ready.”

She leads you to a table in the corner, pulling out a deep red nail polish. You take turns painting each other's nails, Lily choosing to go for a dark green.

“What do I wear?” You ask, throwing everything out of your trunk in search of something cute. She joins you on the floor, rummaging through your trunk before holding a black skirt up.

“This is cute!”

“It’s almost winter.” “So? You’ll wear tights.”

It's pleated and lands mid-thigh. Hesitantly, you agree and you continue the hunt for a top. You chose to pair it with a maroon turtle neck sweater so you don’t freeze to death.

“Are you wearing cute underwear?” Lily asks as you get dressed.

“What? We’re not having sex!”

“Are you sure?” You send her a look. “Okay, but wearing cute underwear makes you more confident.” “Go away.” You can’t resist your smile as Lily laughs. You quickly do your makeup and hair, putting on simple black boots.

“Is this too much for a Quidditch game?” You ask self-consciously. Lily scoffs from behind you, “No. You look hot.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

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Remus and Sirius are sitting in the same place as before, cheeky grins on their faces as they spot you.

“You ladies look amazing,” Sirius purrs, “You ready? I know James is excited to see you.” He winks, causing your cheeks to flush.

Ignoring Sirius and Lily’s laughter, you make your way to the field, Remus falling into step next to you.

“Don’t stress about getting him to like you. He already does. We all do.” At your confused face, he continues, “James has been so much happier since he found out you were his soulmate. And we like whoever makes him happy. So as long as you don't break his heart, we like you.”

“I’d never break his heart.”

“Good.”

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“Potter! Potter! Potter!” The common room is deafeningly loud with almost everyone from Gryfindoor celebrating.

Gryffindor won, obviously, and the celebrations have been going on for an hour already. Besides a quick congratulations on winning the game, you haven't seen James since.

You and Lily were sitting alone in the corner before she got dragged away with a boy from her Defence Against the Dark Arts class, so now you’re sitting alone, nursing a glass of water as you try not to look too miserable. Parties have never been your thing, and even though you can’t exactly speak to James, you’d celebrate with him in spirit.

Perking up, you spot Sirius coming towards you with flushed cheeks, forehead lined with sweat. “Darling! James asked you to meet him in the boy's dormitory. It’s nice and empty for ya.” He slurs, stumbling over his feet.

Your cheeks flush red and you hurriedly thank Sirius before pushing your way through the crowd, breathing a sigh of relief when you make it into the dormitory.

It’s empty and you stand awkwardly in the middle, turning in a circle as you take in all the bits and bobs around the place.

There’s only one bed made, most likely Remus’s, and clothes are strewn across the floor.

“I’m sorry, I told the boys to clean up in here.” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of James’s voice. Turning around, you take in his sweaty hair and flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay.” You mutter quietly, watching as he comes closer.

He goes to hug you but stops. “Sorry, let me have a shower.” He points to a messy bed, “Take a seat, I’ll be quick.”

The door shuts behind him and you do as he instructed, tidying his bed up a bit, first. Ten minutes later he comes barreling in, cheeks flushed from the hot shower.

He sits down next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I feel like I haven't hugged you in ages. How are you, Love?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m amazing.”

He kisses you, it’s soft and gentle but you can’t get those nagging thoughts out of your head.

James notices, of course, he does. “You seem tense, you sure you’re okay?”

You tense even more and he pulls away slightly, brows furrowed in concern.

“Are you okay?” He asks again.

“I- We’re not going to have sex, right?” You blurt, wincing immediately.

He pulls away completely. “No. I just missed you, haven't seen you much tonight so I thought we could have some quiet time together, I know you don’t like parties. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention. I just missed you.”

Your cheeks flush and you shove them into your hands. “No, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid.”

He gently prys your hands apart, “Hey, no. I would’ve thought the same thing, too. But we’re not having sex until I become your boyfriend and we talk about what we’re comfortable with, okay?” “You want to be my boyfriend?” You ask shyly, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Of course, You’re incredible. Why wouldn’t I want to be?”

You hesitate, “I have a lot of insecurities, James, and I don’t want to burden you with them.”

He scoffs, “You could never burden me.” He lays down beside you, reaching out so you’re forced to rest your chin on his chest, legs tangled with yours.

You scoff, earning a stern glare from James.

You change topics, “So when are you going to be my boyfriend?” You question teasingly.

He sighs playfully, “Well, I was going to ask you on our next date.”

Your eyebrows raise, “Our next date?” He nods. “I’ll bring your favourite food if you promise to ask me to be your girlfriend, okay? "He smiles, “It’s a deal.” Returning his smile, you lean in for a kiss, relishing in his warmth. Neither of you notices the time go by, too captivated by each other.

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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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I done did it again, y'all.

Suspicious Minds: Part 1

A/N: I watched the movie Argylle and was hit with some insane inspiration and I just couldn't control it. So, please enjoy the first part of this modern AU spy!Elvis x reader fic. I really wanted this to be a one-shot, but I hit 5k words at what I think is the halfway point and had to split it. I'm really excited to write part 2 for this one...

@ccab You know I love you so much. Thank you for screaming about this with me.

Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, this is intense, gun violence, espionage, cussing, an erection, masturbation (female), kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, I hope that's everything

Word count: ~5.5k

You adjust your glasses and look back at the computer screen. Your mom is always on you about not staring at a screen in the dark. She's convinced you'll ruin your eyesight, but it's not going to get any better, so why worry? Instead, you focus in again and go back to the hacking you've been working on for the past twelve hours. When you get in this mode, you don't sleep. For you it's like a game. You have a mission and you won't stop until you manage to finish it. You mainly do contract work for government agencies, cracking encryptions and writing code to secure against other hackers. But this was a private contract for a company you didn't recognize. Still, the money was unbelievable, so you took the job just as seriously, put on your EDM music, and got to work.

Now, 12 hours later, you throw your hands in the air in celebration. You finally got to what you were trying to get to. Your assignment is to download what you found onto a flash drive and deliver it to a lock box. But instead, you decide to take a peek at what you've uncovered.

It's maps. But they're maps with what look like targets and information that you're pretty sure you shouldn't see. This appears to be information that is vital to national security. You've done this kind of work before, but never for a private contract. You start to wonder if you should give it to the people who have asked for it. The flash drive blinks red to indicate that all of the information is saved. You eject it and hold it in your hand. Then, you set it on your desk and head to bed. It's 3am and the sunrise will be here before you know it.

******

You wake up with a hand on your mouth and scream into his palm.

"Sh sh sh... I'm the good guy. You're okay, honey, hush." You stop screaming mostly out of shock and he takes his hand off of you slowly.

"Who the fuck-" He puts his hand back over your mouth. Your eyes meet his blue ones and he's shockingly reassuring.

"My name is Elvis. I'm here to protect you. So please stop making noise." His southern drawl is comforting, for some reason. He moves his hand off of your mouth again. You whisper.

"Protect me from what? Or whom, I guess?"

"Where is the flash drive?"

"What?" Just then you hear your front door bust open.

"Goddamnit." He stands up away from your bed and you sit up frantically. "Get dressed, but don't make any noise."

He walks into the living room and you slide out of bed to the floor and crawl over to your closet. You grab some jeans and a bra and get dressed as quickly and quietly as you can, purposely ignoring the sounds of the struggle coming from the living room. But when you hear what sounds like a silenced gunshot, you gasp and run to the doorway. Elvis turns to you, having just shot a man who lays on your carpet bleeding.

"Go back in your room!" The other guy grabs him and punches him in the face, causing him to drop the gun. They trade hits back and forth and you watch. At one point, Elvis kicks the gun and it slides over and hits your feet. The other guy gets him in a headlock and he hollers to you.

"Throw me the gun!"

"The what?" You're so in shock that you can't understand the words he's saying.

"The gun! At your feet!" You look down and see it there, but your brain has a hard time making sense of what's happening. "Just pick it up and throw it to me!"

You pick up the gun and hold it in your hand. You've never held a gun before. It's heavier than you expected.

"Honey, throw it!" You look up at Elvis and he's struggling with the guy wrapped around his neck. You toss it gently and it lands about a foot away from him. He shakes his head at you and then grunts, throwing the guy over him onto the floor. You gasp as he grabs the gun and shoots the guy in the head. As the blood spreads over your floor, you inhale sharply and start to pass out. Elvis catches you and shakes you.

"Not yet, baby. Where is the flash drive?"

"The what?"

"The flash drive! With the information you downloaded from earlier!"

"Oh! It's on my desk." You walk to it and grab it, holding it up for him to see. He snatches it away from you.

"We need to hide this somewhere they'll never expect. Go get your dildo."

"My what?!"

"Your dildo, I'm going to-"

"I do not have one of those."

"Yes, you do. It's pink."

"How do you-"

"Not important! Go get it!" You purse your lips and run to your nightstand.

"It's a vibrator, not a dildo."

"Okay, whatever. Lemme have it." You hand it to him and he opens the end, dumping the batteries on the ground. He slides the flash drive into it and then closes it again.

"Wait... will I get it back?" He walks to you and put his hand on your cheek.

"Honey, stick with me long enough and you won't need it anymore." You blush. He's unimaginably attractive, but you try to ignore what he just said. "Pack a bag. We need to go."

You grab a duffel bag and throw some clothes and toiletries in it as fast as possible. Before you zip it up, he tosses the vibrator in the top and lets you close it.

"Wait. Why should I trust you?" He stops and turns back to face you, running his hand through his black hair in exasperation.

"Honey, I just killed two guys to protect you. You really need to ask that?" You shrug your shoulders and look up at him.

"I don't know you." He grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes.

"My name is Elvis Presley. I'm an agent for the good guys. I'm here to take care of you and make sure no harm comes to you or that flash drive of information you collected. I promise you can trust me. Now, we need to go. Are you coming?"

You look into his face for half a second and then nod. You're not sure where this is going or even how you got here, but you have no choice other than to trust this man.

You run down the stairs of your apartment building with him close behind you. He puts his hand on the small of your back and practically pushes you toward his car. When you get to it, your mouth drops open. It's a 1970 Stutz Blackhawk.

"Isn't this a little conspicuous?" You ask as you slide into the passenger seat. He gets in and closes the door, starting it up.

"It's too conspicuous. No one would ever think it's mine. What kind of spy drives a car like this?"

"Are you James Bond?" He laughs as he pulls out onto the street.

"No. Bond is British." You think it's interesting that that's what he chooses to prove his difference. Like everything else about them is the same. You look out the window as buildings flash by. The sun is starting to peek over the horizon and it hits you that you've only had a couple of hours of sleep.

"Where are we going?" You ask sleepily, yawning.

"Somewhere safe. But we won't be there for a while. You can go to sleep." You shake your head and try to stay alert.

"No. I'm okay." But you're not. Not at all.

"Honey, this is going to be a long road. You should rest while you can. I won't let anything happen to you." He reaches out and pats your knee softly. You look down at his hand. It's an unexpectedly kind gesture. The exhaustion sets in and you decide to trust that you're safe with him, for now at least. You lean your head against the window and close your eyes, sleep setting in before you have time to think of anything else.

******

You wake up and stretch. That was the strangest dream. It feels like you're on a couch though. You don't remember it, but you must've fallen asleep in the living room after finishing your work.

"You're awake."

You sit up suddenly. It wasn't a dream. He's real. You look around the room and try to figure out where you are, but your surroundings are completely unfamiliar.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe. Are you hungry?" The smell of bacon makes your stomach growl.

"Yes."

"I'm not much of a cook, but I made some peanut butter and banana sandwiches, if you want one." You frown.

"Why do I smell bacon?" A wide smile spreads across his face and a boyish charm shines through that you didn't expect from a hot shot agent.

"C'mere." You walk to the table and he sets a plate in front of you. On it is a sandwich with peanut butter, bananas, and bacon. You wrinkle your nose. "Just try it before you make that face."

You cautiously take a bite. It's better than you expected. Much better. You look up at him surprised and he holds his hands out.

"See! It's good!"

"It really is." He sits down next to you and you both eat your sandwiches. After a few more bites, a thought comes to you. "How did I get in here?"

"I carried you." He says it matter-of-factly like it's something he does all the time.

"Oh. What time is it?" You look around the room for a clock and realize for the first time that you don't have your phone. You must've left it in your apartment.

"It's a little after 2pm. You slept for a while."

The conversation continues and you make small talk. Once you finish eating, you work together to clean up the kitchen and then settle on the couch. It's very small, so you have to sit pretty close together. He turns on the TV and you spend the bulk of the afternoon there. For dinner, he orders a pizza and you sit together and eat awkwardly again. The evening passes in front of the TV and before you know it, it's time for bed. He stands up and walks from room to room.

"I'll be damned." He shakes his head frustratedly.

"What?"

"There's only one goddamn bed in this house. I'll have to sleep on the couch." You both look over at the tiny couch. It's essentially a love seat, so there's no way he will fit on there comfortably.

"Or I could?"

"No, you need to be in the bed behind a door, in case someone comes in during the night." You swallow deeply. That prospect is terrifying.

"O-okay, then. Goodnight..." He nods and you take your bag into the room with the bed. Once you have your pajamas on, you settle into the bed and the reality of your situation hits you. It's like the adrenaline from the day wears off and it becomes clear to you just how scary things are right now. The tears gather in your eyes and then start to slide down your face. Will your life ever go back to normal? What happens if these guys catch up to you? Before you know it, you're crying pretty hard, holding yourself and trying to breathe.

Elvis sits on the couch in the living room and tries not to hear you crying. He's been assigned to protect plenty of women, but there's something about you that makes him a little crazy. He shouldn't even think about what he's considering right now. Still, he considers it as the sounds of you crying come from the bedroom. It's torture for him to know how scared and alone you must be in there. He lays back on the little couch and tries to get comfortable.

"Goddamnit."

You're in the bed with tears on your cheeks when you hear the door open. You sit up quickly and see Elvis in the doorway.

"You alright?"

"No. Why the fuck would I be alright?! My life is literally in shambles. And I'm stuck here with..."

"With me?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I just mean... I'm scared. And I have no one." He sits down next to you on the bed. He almost whispers.

"You have me." You look up at him and he reaches out and wipes the tears off your cheek with his thumb. You're not sure why he's being so sweet to you, but it's exactly what you need right now.

"Will you... will you stay with me?" He clears his throat and pulls his hand back.

"Oh... you know..."

"Never mind. It's okay." You look down at your hands in your lap and try to ignore the lump in your throat.

"Yes. I'll stay in here with you. It's probably better that I stay close to protect you anyway. And there won't be any sleeping on that couch. The bed is the better option." You look up at him and nod.

Yes, he's sleeping with you because the couch is too small. Not because he can't stop wondering what it would feel like to wrap his arms around you. You lay down and he lays down next to you without touching you. You reach over and turn the lamp off.

"Well, goodnight." He looks over at you in the dark.

"Goodnight, Elvis."

You both lay there silently trying to fall asleep. It takes a while, but eventually you drift off.

******

In the morning, you wake up with your back pressed against him and his arm around you. You don't think anything of it really until you feel him. He has a massive erection and it's currently pushing up against you. You start to giggle uncontrollably and your movement wakes him up.

"What's going on? Why are you laughing?"

"Y-you..." You get out in between giggles. "I can feel you..."

"Fucking hell." He rolls away from you quickly, but it's even more obvious when he's on his back. "Goddamnit. I'm sorry."

He sits up on the edge of the bed facing away from you.

"I'm sorry. I just... it's morning... God..." You're laughing so hard that you can hardly breathe. He stands up and walks quickly to the door, muttering as he goes. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

He leaves you in the room laughing and hoping that he doesn't sleep on the couch.

The day passes slowly and awkwardly with the two of you eating sandwiches and watching TV again. Around noon, you decide to take a shower.

"I'm not sure that's smart."

"Why not?"

"I can't protect you if I can't see you." You roll your eyes.

"I've been fine this whole time. I think I'll be okay for a twenty minute shower." He thinks for a minute.

"Leave the door cracked."

"What? No!" He sighs, exasperated.

"I won't look. I'll just be able to hear you and get in fast if anything happens. Otherwise, no shower."

"Okay, fine."

You leave the door cracked and get into the shower, looking in the mirror to make sure he isn't watching. He's nowhere to be found, so you relax and let the hot water wash over you. It feels so good running down your skin, cutting hot pathways on your shoulders and thighs. Suddenly, a thought wriggles its way into your brain and won't go away. You imagine him in the shower with you, pressed up against your back. What you felt this morning is hard to ignore and you wonder what he looks like without his clothes on. You think about his hands running over your body and before you know it, it's not the shower making you wet. You peek in the mirror again to make sure Elvis is still not looking. When you're satisfied he's not there, your hand slides down the front of your abdomen until your fingers find your clit. You begin to make circles and think about his mouth. He has a beautiful mouth and the thought of it pressed to you as his tongue makes circles on you just about drives you wild. You slide a finger into yourself and pump it in and out as you continue to rub over and around your sensitive bud. Then, you imagine him on top of you, slamming his cock into you and without thinking, you moan.

"Elvis..." You say it quietly, but it's loud enough for him to hear it with the door cracked. He stands just outside and looks in the mirror to make sure you're okay. He can see the outline of your body through the foggy glass shower door. That's when he realizes what you're doing and swallows hard. When you cum, hard, on your own hand and say his name again, he almost loses it.

He cannot be having these thoughts about you. Sure, he's had sex with girls on missions before, it's practically his trademark, but something about this feels different. He doesn't want to fuck you. He wants to make love to you. And that thought terrifies him. He peels himself away from the door and goes to sit back on the couch. His erection is back, but there's not much he can do about it right now, so he tries to think of anything else to make it go away. He's dying to go into the other bathroom and do exactly what you just did, but he can't leave you alone. Instead, he tucks himself up under his belt quickly when he hears the water turn off.

"FUCK." He hits the couch next to him and then sits with his head in his hands. This cannot be happening.

"Are you okay?" He looks up at you quickly, standing there with your hair wet.

"Mhmmm. Yep, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." You think to yourself that he looks like he's about to cry.

"Well I am. Let's just... watch TV, okay?"

"Okay..." You sit down on the couch next to him and spend the rest of the afternoon watching TV. What you don't know is that Elvis is in misery being so close to you without touching you. And what he doesn't know is that you want him to touch you more than anything in the world.

******

Finally, evening comes and you start to get hungry.

"What's for dinner?"

"Well. I'm kind of a one-trick pony in the kitchen. I don't think you want another sandwich." He seems to have relaxed after whatever happened earlier.

"I can cook."

"Or we can just go get something."

"No, I'd like to cook for you. As a thank you for protecting me." He tries not to give himself away by how he looks at you, but the tension between you is palpable. "Can we go to the store? Is that allowed?"

"Yes, that should be fine. If they knew where we were we'd know it by now."

You get back into the Blackhawk and make your way to the grocery store. You're in a small town away from where you live, so there's only one store. Elvis stays close to you as you wander the aisles for what you need to make dinner. You also grab some essentials. He's not sure how long you'll have to be at the house, so you get food to keep you sustained for at least a few days. Once you've gotten everything you need and checked out, you make your way back to the house and get to work in the kitchen.

He watches as you move around gracefully and longs to put his arms around you. You notice him staring and decide he needs a task.

"Get over here and chop something."

"Yes ma'am." He salutes you jokingly and you set him up with some peppers.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My grandmother. She was an amazing cook. I spent summers with her when I was a kid, so she was able to teach me."

"That's nice."

"What was your family like? Or can't you tell me?"

"I probably shouldn't." You nod. It makes sense that he can't divulge any personal secrets. But he just can't seem to tell you no. "Fuck it. I was very close to my mother growing up. There were a lot of times when it was just me, her, and the shirts on our backs. My father worked a lot. And then she died when I was 23. I had just joined the army."

He gets very quiet and looks down at the vegetables he's chopping intentionally. You walk over and put your hand on his arm gently. The contact makes his heart jump.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He looks down into your face, his eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth momentarily. It takes everything in him not to lean down and kiss you.

"Thank you. Anyway I joined the military and was recruited by... who I work for now... and the rest is history."

Finally, the food is ready and you sit down to eat together again. He's impressed by your culinary skills and spends the next few minutes gushing about how good dinner is. The conversation continues and you talk about everything and nothing. Somehow, you make your way around to talking about music.

"Here's a fun question: what do you like better, singing or dancing?" He asks you as the meal comes to a conclusion.

"I'm not much of a singer, but I also don't dance, so I'm not sure how to answer that question." You respond and he laughs.

"You don't dance?"

"Well, I never really have before. Haven't had much opportunity. I was too big of a nerd to go to high school dances and in college I pretty much kept to myself."

"Then, it's not that you don't dance, you just haven't yet. We need to fix that." You're surprised by his enthusiasm, but he's eager for an excuse to touch you. He turns on the radio and finds a station with a good song.

"Really, it's okay. I don't really want to dance."

"C'mon, it's not hard." He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you in close to him. You both breathe deeply and he takes your hand in his. He moves you around the room effortlessly and your embarrassment melts away. The feeling of his arm around you is enough to distract you from anything. He dips you and spins you and before you know it you're both laughing. Eventually the song ends and he holds you close to him and looks down into your face. The next song is a slow one, so he begins to sway gently.

"See, dancing's not so bad."

"No, it's fun with you." You look up at him and his eyes flick down to your lips. He wants to kiss you. You can tell. And you want to let him.

He slowly leans forward, hovering above your mouth with your noses touching. It seems like he's trying to decide something. Eventually, he moves the slightest bit forward and presses his soft lips to yours. The kiss is a sweet one, and he kisses you again like this several times. The fourth time he kisses you, though, he parts your lips with his and dips his tongue into your mouth. By this point you've stopped dancing and both of your arms are around his neck, with both of his around your waist. The heat between you picks up as your mouths move together in a rhythm.

Suddenly, he stops and pulls away from you. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

"Y/n, I can't. I can't do this."

"Oh... okay..."

"I'm sorry. You should go to bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Okay. I'm sorry if I-"

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's me." You nod your head and walk away from him to the bedroom. After closing the door, you change into your sleeping t-shirt and crawl under the covers. The bed seems lonely without him.

In the living room, he paces back and forth, sitting down periodically. He's going through everything in his mind and trying to convince himself that there's nothing there for you. That he can reasonably fuck you and then move on like he always has. But these thoughts are invaded by other ones: the sound of your laugh, the softness of your smile, the grace with which you moved around the kitchen, and your voice saying his name in the shower. He's never been so frustrated by a woman. He starts to get a little angry. What is it about you anyway? Who are you to come into his life and interrupt it like this? He has a job to do. You're the one being all distracting and unprofessional. He needs to set you straight. You need to know that this is completely inappropriate.

You're almost asleep when the door opens dramatically. You sit up on the side of the bed and Elvis stomps over to you and sits next to you.

"You know why I can't do this, right?" He asks aggressively. You're not sure where this anger is coming from.

"Yeah, it's your job-"

"It is my job! My job is to protect you, not... this... whatever this is..." He gestures frantically to the space between you.

"Elvis, I'm not sure why you're yelling at me." He yells even louder.

"Because! You're making me feel things I don't want to feel!" He looks at you desperately, chest heaving. Your heart is pounding.

"I'm-"

His lips crash into yours with a feverish need. Everything he's just said goes out the window as his hands run over your body and he kisses down your neck. You whimper and he groans with the intense passion. He pulls your t-shirt up over your head and off, tossing it to the side. One hand immediately goes to your breast while his mouth explores the opposite nipple. Your hands are in his hair as he works, your head thrown back in pleasure. The sensation of his lips on your breast is exquisite and you moan as he lightly pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your fingers go to the buttons on his shirt and you fumble with them for a while before he just rips it open and lets you push it backwards off of his shoulders.

He lays you down on the bed surprisingly gently and kisses down your stomach. The only thing separating you from him is your white cotton panties. He sits up on his knees, erection stretching the fabric of his pants, and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties. His eyes search yours for permission and you nod slightly as a smile spreads across his face. He pulls your panties down your legs and off and then presses his lips to your ankle. Pushing your legs open, he drags his finger up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Can I make you feel good, baby?" He asks as he makes circles on you.

"God, yes, Elvis, please." You whine as he settles between your legs. He starts by pushing his tongue into you and then licking up either side of your sensitive bud. You need him to touch the right spot with his tongue so badly it almost hurts. Your legs shake with desire and he hovers about an inch away from you. You feel his breath on you and it feels like you might die with how close he is. Then, he very softly flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck! Elvis, please!"

Your back arches and your hips buck as you practically beg him. He continues to flick your clit with his tongue, though, adding a little more pressure each time. With each flick of his tongue, the blood rushes to your core and you feel your climax building. Finally, when you're about to scream and your orgasm is just seconds away, he dives in fully, licking your pussy with the entirety of his tongue.

"OH FUCK, ELVIS!" Your orgasm hits you like a runaway train, setting off fireworks all over your body as the pulsating waves of pleasure crash into you. He licks you through your release until you come back down to earth. Then, he sits up and wipes his face with his hand.

"I want- no, I need to make love to you. Please let me make love to you." You sit up and unbutton his pants, pushing them down to free his cock. He grunts as you take him in your hand and pump him, gently moving his foreskin back and forth.

"What are you waiting for?" You whisper. He moans deep in his throat and leans forward on top of you, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Holding himself in one hand, he teases your clit with his tip and then lines up with your entrance. He begins to push into you slowly, giving your body a chance to adjust to his size. You feel every inch of his cock as he enters you and it fills you up perfectly. Once he's pushed into you fully, he slides almost all the way out and with a slow, deep roll of his hips fills you again. He continues to thrust into you, slow and deep, over and over. His rhythm is steady, his pace dramatic and soulful. You begin to moan softly each time his hips meet yours and he grunts in reply. There's something overwhelmingly sexy about how he's taking his time, filling you, pulling back, and then slowly filling you again. Sweat drips down his face, gathers on his chest, and wets his hair on his brow, matching your own. The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. He reaches down to hold one of your hips, thrusting somehow even deeper than he already was. With every pump, his dick rubs against your g-spot and the slow pace has you dancing on the edge of another orgasm. Just when you think the lovemaking can't get any sweeter, he leans forward and captures your lips in a deep kiss. Then he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. All the while, he's still sliding in and out of you, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"Goddamnit, baby. You feel so good." He kisses you again and his pace speeds up the slightest bit. Every time your hips meet, it feels like the next thrust will send you over the edge.

Without pulling out, he rolls over on his side and brings you with him, throwing your leg over his hip. He goes back to thrusting, increasing his speed, but not changing the depth of his strokes. Your eyes meet and his blue ones search yours for something. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you hope he finds it.

"Y/n, I- FUCK." He's interrupted when the coil of his orgasm snaps and he cums hard inside you, closing his eyes and shuddering against you. His release pushes you over the edge and you tumble into oblivion with him, pulsing and fluttering around him. He presses his forehead to yours again as he pumps weakly a few more times and then pulls out of you. Kissing your lips, he rolls over on his back and pulls you onto his chest.

"What were you going to say?"

"Hmm?"

"Right before you came. You were saying something."

"Oh, it was nothing." He thinks to himself that it absolutely was not nothing, but he was probably just caught up in the moment. It doesn't need saying now.

You nod and snuggle into him, hoping he doesn't try to go sleep on the couch. He doesn't, thankfully. He stays right there in the bed with you. He knows it's stupid and inappropriate, but he no longer cares. Maybe you'll be stuck together in the safe house for a long, long time. This is his last thought before you both drift off to sleep.

******

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the feeling of Elvis wrapped around you, both of you still naked. You're just about to revel in the closeness and daydream about what you'll do stuck in the safe house today, but Elvis sits straight up in bed.

"What-?"

"Shh, honey, hush." He says it quietly and you start to get scared. "Someone's in the house."

He jumps out of the bed and grabs his pants, pulling them on without buttoning them, and gets his gun from the nightstand. You don't even remember him putting it there.

"Get dressed, quickly and quietly." You nod and slide out of the bed, gathering your clothing and slipping it on silently. He positions you so that you can't be seen from the door and then opens it, gun in hand.

"Ah, Agent Presley. You're awake."

******

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eoieopda · 1 year

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okay okay HEAR ME OUT...... established long-term relationship w taehyung where you both constantly talk about how hot his best friend jimin is (it's not weird) - and then one day you turn to each other and go: wait, should we fuck him? (and you do, and it's great.)

do you have any idea how hard it was to limit myself to 1k words 🫠

the one with the hall pass

pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. cw: reader is afab, minimal use of she/her pronouns, reader + taehyung are drinkin’ wine but neither is drunk, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), a lil 🤏🏻 bit of nipple play, unedited 🫣 au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (smut) rating: 18+ wc: 970 a/n (11/24/23): a continuation/sequel was requested! you can find it here. 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

It started as most things do: with a little too much wine, Taehyung’s head in your lap, and a question coming out of left fucking field.

“Who’s your hall pass?”

You peel your eyes off the television and blink dumbly down at your boyfriend, who seems entirely unfazed by your confusion. You snort, “My what?”

“Your hall pass,” he repeats himself slowly, as if the speed of the initial question was the problem.

No dice.

“If the opportunity came up and you wanted to fuck someone that isn’t me — consequence free — who would you pick?”

“Is this a trap?” You tease, but you know it isn’t.

Taehyung may think in four dimensions, but none of them are malicious. Curious, through and through, and mischievous, yes — never manipulative.

To prove that fact to you, he takes the hand you’re using to play mindlessly with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth. Lips brush sweetly across your knuckles, silently encouraging you to play along.

Someone in your position might aim high and throw out the name of a celebrity, just in case all of the horny planets align and your wish comes true. Only one name comes to mind now, though; and it’s not the first time one or both of you drops it.

“Jimin’s ass simply does not quit,” you hum appreciatively. Growing more excited with every racing thought, you shift slightly in your seat and grin down at Taehyung. “Have you seen him in those leather pants lately? Hot boy summer, for real.”

“Never took you for an ass man, baby.” Taehyung’s mouth twitches at the corner. He chuckles, “Tell me you’re not sleeping on his thighs, though.”

Immediately, you interrupt with a whine so sincere that it makes your head tilt backwards against the couch cushion. “His thighs! Who gave him the right?”

“I’m sayin’,” he nods.

Taehyung goes quiet after releasing the dreamiest sigh you’ve ever heard. You aren’t a mind-reader, but it’s no giant leap to assume what he’s thinking about — you’re thinking it, too. He’s always been ten steps ahead of you, though, so he proposes it first.

It’s so casual, like he’s asking where to order delivery from:

“Should we fuck him?”

—————

Jimin, as it turns out, has been waiting on an invitation. He agrees before Taehyung can even finish asking, noting right off the bat that he’s available, “now. Like, right now. I can be there in thirty minutes.”

He damn near kicks the door down when he arrives at your apartment, and he spends the subsequent several minutes apologizing for the way the door knob slammed into the adjoining wall. Every time he bows with his palms pressed together in front of his chest, your heart flutters.

That duality — the assertiveness mixed in with the sweetest shyness — has fucked you up for as long as you’ve know him. Judging by the way Taehyung pinches his bottom lip between his teeth, the same is true for him. Lidded eyes laving from head to toe, the only time he tears his gaze off of Jimin is to smirk over at you.

That remains the case as the three of you wander from the entryway, through the living room, and into your bedroom.

The conversation that follows sweeps from boundaries — none — to preferences — all — to Jimin’s first request. His words come as softly as his fingertips running down the length of your thigh. He doesn’t look at you when he says them, however; he stares straight past you at Taehyung.

“Show me how she likes it, Tae,” he instructs. “I wanna know what makes her melt in your mouth.”

Taehyung, as it turns out, has been waiting for an audience. More eager than you’ve ever seen him, he buries his face in your cunt and pulls out all the stops.

“Goddamn,” Jimin groans when your head falls back and your back arches.

He sits near your shoulder on the bed, watching with his pupils blown wide and his hand squeezing his cock through his jeans. You’re so busy rocketing through different dimensions that you almost lose track of his presence next to you — but then you feel his lips against the shell of your ear, breath hot.

He hums, “You sound even prettier outside of my imagination, you know.”

You’re in the middle of whimpering over those words when he ducks down and flicks his tongue over one of your nipples; it morphs into a shuddered gasp on the way out. “F-fuck!”

With targeted kitten licks to your clit and long, slow drags of his tongue through your folds, Taheyung makes a mess and a meal out of you. Suckling and slurping, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming — until you’re squeezing your thighs around his head, gripping tight to his hair while you try to get a grip on yourself.

You breathlessly sputter, “I can’t — nngh — t-too sensitive.”

“But you taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he pants, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh.

The bottom half of his face is drenched in your slick when he finally lets you squirm away from him. He smirks like the devil over at Jimin. “You took notes, right?”

“Think I’ve got the gist now,” Jimin laughs, and it sounds like music. He curls his finger and beckons your boyfriend to lean in over your spent body. “C’mere.”

You don’t know how Taehyung is faring, but the anticipation is killing you.

Jimin’s fingers slip through the sweat-slicked hair at the nape of Taehyung’s neck, which elicits a low moan from the latter. You stare up at them, completely unable to process that this — that either of them — are real.

Your ears are still ringing from the way your body just detonated, but you swear you hear Jimin beg for a taste of you before Taehyung’s lips crash into his.

#taehyung smut #jimin smut #vmin smut #bts smut #vmin #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung drabble #jimin drabble #kth #pjm #jade writes #jade’s requests #jade’s drabbles #micdropnet #btsafterdarknet #kvanity #m 🦆#re: the one with the hall pass

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livfastdieyoung69 · 1 year

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Jeff Hardy x reader where he finds someone who is extreme just like him

2 EXTREME 4 the EXTREME

The crowd was silent, buzzing with anticipation. Y/N could hear a scream of their name over the barricade, a hand coming out in front of them from the spot on the cold, concrete floor. Their opponent was laid out on the flattened announcers’ table, a referee screaming out to the count of ten from all the way inside the ring. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, the taste of blood filling their mouth, the thick liquid dripping down from a forehead wound in reminder of the injuries they faced from the past actions of throwing the other person and themselves through the now broken table placed inside one of the ring's corners. The ref was at 7 now. Their eyes shut again, lids crinkling in force.

“Come on. Gotta get up, come on.” Y/N whispered to themselves but their body still refused to move. The plush, red barricade behind them rattled as fans hit against it in a way to show their love. It seemed to be even brighter when they opened their eyes once again, the stadium cheering a little louder while they stumbled to their feet. They looked down at their opponent as the ref counted to 8 before turning to face the ring and lazily diving under the bottom rope and coming back out again, forcing the ref to restart his count.

“ONE!” Y/N fell onto their knees, pulling the fabric on the sides of the ring up, pulling out the only table remaining. The crowd yelled, Y/N’s own adrenaline meshing with theirs.

“TWO!” The ref moved to face the announcers table, now only speaking to one instead of both wrestlers. They pushed the table into the ring, looking back over to their rival who seemed to finally be waking. A sigh left their mouth, moving quickly to set up the flimsy piece of wood, before finally taking a few lung-filling breaths.

“THREE!” They continued in simply breathing, before becoming sick of waiting and turned to their combatant, watching as JR tried bad mouthing them back into the ring.

“Come on!” Their opponents attention was ripped away from JR and now moved to the form standing in the ring. “You fuckin scared now? Come on, get in the goddamn ring!” The ref only reached five before they jumped back into the ring and ran right into a suplex, Y/N throwing their body through the second table.

“ONE, TWO, THREE!” The crowd counted along with the ref and erupted into cheers as Y/N jumped up, celebrating their victory before limping over to the ramp trying not to look too injured. The curtain into the gorilla was pulled back, revealing whoevers match was next and plenty of staff, along with Lita who had been waiting for Y/N’s match to finish. Lita rushed over to the exhausted superstar with an icepack, much more concerned for their well being than they seemed to be.

“Oh my god, I love you so much, Lita.” Y/N let their gratitude be known as they took the ice pack and sat in an uncomfortable steel chair in order to hold it against their back.

“I really don’t know how you do all of this stuff, like I get that its fun to jump around every once in a while, but every single second of every single match? Really, Y/N, I don’t think you’ll be able to bend over by the time you’re thirty!” It was nice to have someone worried, but Y/N wasn’t really listening to Lita as their frustration grew, the chair causing the ice pack to keep sliding down their back. Instead of holding it up, they flopped onto the ground, the icepack perfectly on their lower back.

“Get off the goddamn floor! God, I love you but no wonder why Matt’s always so stressed all the time,” Y/N was new to WWE, recently coming from Big Japan Wrestling, known for their extreme antics that even stuck out in a very extreme company. Now, in a much bigger company with fewer high-flyers and risk takers, it was easy to gain attention from the fans and the love of the only other person in the women's division with a somewhat similar style.

“That boyfriend of yours? What the hells he got to do with me?” Although they got along very well with Lita, Y/N didn’t really talk to very many other people so they weren’t too familiar with the Hardyz.

“You totally act like Jeff! And don’t say you don’t know who that is cause I see you staring at him all the time.”

“That's definitely not true at all.” Before Lita could argue back to the obvious lie, Y/N made her concentrate on something else. “Speaking of, here comes your boy.” Lita rolled her eyes but turned around.

“Lita, I would really appreciate it if you would tell Jeff that there is no need for him to do a Swanton tonight and then another one off a goddamn ladder on Heat.” Matt spoke with a tension filled tone in his voice while he pointed back to the younger man behind him who scoffed at the accusation.

“Jeff, you should not do that.” Lita repeated what he had definitely already heard, Matt turning to face him with an “i-told-you-so” expression.

“Personally, I think that’d be pretty sick.” Y/N spoke, looking up at the brothers from their spot on the floor. Lita looked down with the look a scolding mother would give, Jeff breaking out into a grin at their agreement.

“Why are you on the floor, Y/N?” Matt asked in confusion.

“Cause my back hurts.” They spoke as if it were obvious with a shrug.

“I told you it works.” Jeff spoke from his brother's side, earning a very hard side-eye. “I’m Jeff by the way. I watched your match, it was really great! Y’know, I was thinking, um, we’ve got a pretty similar style, would you maybe wanna bounce some ideas off of each other or something?” Jeff’s grin widened at the sight of Y/N’s as they bashfully took his praise.

“Well, I think I’ve got a concussion right now, but in the future, I think that would be very nice.”

“You weren’t looking at him, huh?” Lita interrupted the pair moment, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Shut up, Lita!”

put in the work, put in the hours and take whats ours 💪💪 this took way too long but I’m actually pretty happy with this😁 Jeff’s return def gave me some hope 🙏 mostly gender-neutral but I did make a refrence to Y/N being on the womens roster

in my mind Lita and Matt are extreme but Y/N and Jeff are just battshit crazy also i couldn’t help but make lita and matt in love I just watched the episode where he first kisses her i love them so much

#jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy‼️‼️#put in that little heat refrence for rita love u <3 #wwe #wwf #lita #i love her #so much #jeff hardy #wwe smackdown #LIV writes;*!

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Allostasis

(Chapter 1)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn't do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn't even made it onto the list.

TW for physical/emotional abuse, implied sexual assault, PTSD symptoms

Mumbo was so lucky that Grian liked him as much as he did.

The hustle and bustle of the public server did not do good things to Grian's nerves, too many near brushes with strangers left him pulled in on himself, feathers bristling as he stepped closer and closer to Scar.

And thank the void for Scar.

He'd asked to come along without prompting, something neither Grian nor Mumbo could deny, and now that Mumbo had run off in his excitement to talk with other redstoners, Grian was just glad for the familiar company.

"It really is quite busy here isn't it?" Scar's voice broke through the commotion, relaxing Grian at least a little.

Grian tried to shake the tension from his wings. "I feel like there's not even any breathing room," he joked lightly, hesitating for a moment before gesturing at Scar's chair slightly. "Do you mind if— is it alright if I hold on? Just so we don't get separated."

"You could just hold my hand you know," Scar teased almost instantly.

Grian felt his cheeks starting to turn pink. "Scar, we both know you need your hand to move around, unless you want us stuck going in circles."

"Maybe I want to go in circles, you don't know that."

That made the avian laugh, rolling his eyes a little. "Alright, well, if you really want, we can go in circles. We might get a couple of odd looks though."

He may have actually entertained the other were it not so crowded already, instead opting to hold on to the handle; he allowed Scar to lead the way, vaguely directed by the tugging force of his chair.

"So I heard there were some people here working with practical decor and decorational redstone." Grian could barely hear Scar over the sound of everything else. "I think maybe we could get a kick out of that? Or at least occupy ourselves…"

–

Scar was definitely occupied at the very least, weaving deeper into the crowd to try and get a better look at the display. Grian could only stick around for a couple of minutes before it started getting to him; people bumping into him, elbows in his side, everything just too close.

“Scar, I'm taking a breather,” he warned the other, hopefully calling loudly enough. He waited for a nod from him before letting go, trying to make his way back out to an area just a little emptier.

He was on the outskirts of the crowd when he heard it.

"Gree-on—"

Grian inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. The mispronunciation of his name was all too familiar, it had been… a long time since someone had gotten it wrong quite like that. Grian was feeling all too anxious again. He turned, trying to give a polite smile— eyes closed, no need to make eye contact, just apologize and leave.

"Sorry, I think you're mistaking me for someone else," he lied, before quickly turning on his heel to disappear back into the crowd.

Or at least that was what he intended to do, not anticipating the harsh grip on his arm pulling him just around the corner. He yelped, only to quickly be cut off by a hand slapped over his mouth, gaze finally landing on a face that had him shriveling up inside.

"Is that any way to say hi to an old friend?" He spoke far too lightly, tone airy and light. His hand had let go again, seemingly confident that Grian wouldn't throw a fit now that he recognized him.

He was right.

"Sam," Grian breathed, disbelief coursing through him, heart pounding in his chest. He was really regretting stepping away from Scar for even a moment now.

"You're so funny, pretending to be someone else," Sam snickered, shaking his head. "Like everyone doesn't recognize you from that MCC crap now, you're like some kind of micro celebrity."

He swallowed thickly, letting out a half-hearted laugh. "Ha, yeah. Guess I kind of am, I'm not really used to the attention."

Sam only hummed, reaching up and squeezing Grian's cheeks a little, making him wince. "Look at that, you've got a jawline now, looking like a real man after all these years."

Grian grimaced a little, not saying anything in return. Unfortunately, Sam noticed.

"Oh- Come on, Grian, I didn't mean it like that. It was a compliment. You're all grown up now, can't I give my high school sweetheart a compliment?"

A bitter laugh escaped his throat before he could stop it. "High school sweetheart? That's what you're calling it? After everything you put me through? Everything you put us all through?" He still had nightmares about their time together. And the time after too.

Sam's face hardened, and Grian's stomach churned.

"You're always so argumentative," Sam growled, shoving at Grian's shoulders just hard enough for him to jostle against the wall behind him. "Can't you just be thankful for once? I'm trying to catch up with you here, and you're being a real piece of work."

Grian swallowed back the automatic apology, gritting his teeth a little, almost baring them like a dog. "Oh yeah, because you're definitely somebody I need to catch up with."

"You're such a brat, some things never change, I thought you would have grown up by now," Sam scoffed, "you're lucky I even want to get back in touch with you, I kind of forgot how annoying you are."

"Then don't," Grian's feathers ruffled, his wings puffing up, an instinctual intimidation act. "If I'm so difficult, then leave."

Suddenly, Sam's eyes were sparkling, and a cold wave of dread ran through Grian.

"Wait— Those are real?" There was a touch of wonder in his voice. "I thought you were just like, trying to look special or some shit. Where the hell did you get those?"

"None of your business," Grian hissed.

"Let me see them." Sam's hand was grabbing at the feathers before the words even came out of his mouth. "Holy shit."

Grian yelped, pulling his wing out of Sam's grasp immediately. "Don't fucking touch the-" He was quickly cut off by a sudden pounding pain, head throbbing.

"Don't tell me what to do," Sam growled, pushing on Grian's left shoulder to turn him, pressing his front against the wall. "I want to see them."

Grian gasped as he was moved, feeling lightheaded. His left eye was throbbing. Sam had hit him.

Sinking against the wall, he felt like he was seventeen again. He couldn't help but tense up once more as the hands returned to his wings.

"This is so cool, they're beautiful, really. I'd love to look at them all day." Sam's fingers raked through his feathers, causing him to wince in discomfort with every movement.

"You need to stop being such a baby, you know that? It's not like you haven't touched my ears before," Sam grunted, laughing a little when Grian winced again.

"Grian!"

Grian inhaled sharply, tensing up. He recognized that voice.

It seemed to distract Sam for a moment, loosening his grip ever so slightly. "What the hell?" He mumbled softly.

"Grian!" The voice was louder, closer, looking for him.

"Is that one of your dumb hermit friends?" Sam teased, snickering. "Well he sure did a good job keeping an eye on you."

"Grian, come on! Where'd you go?"

Scar. It was Scar. Grian panicked. He couldn't be seen like this, not in such a vulnerable position, not so easily used.

Sam was distracted enough, Grian could use it to his advantage. He quickly turned, wincing as he felt some feathers plucked from their follicles, but wasted no time in immediately stomping on Sam's toes.

He yelped, pulling away from Grian, feathers scattered between them. Just in time as Scar rounded the corner, Sam was cutting his losses and scampering away, leaving Grian leaning against the wall, breathing a bit heavier than usual.

"Grian?" Scar's voice so close so suddenly made Grian startle, even though he had known the other was coming.

"Scar," Grian croaked, clearing his throat before it came out normally again. "Hey, sorry, didn't mean to lose you like that."

"Are you okay?" One of those questions Grian grew up dreading to hear, for multiple reasons.

"Yeah- yeah, just had to get out of the crowd for a moment," he lied, "all the people were starting to stress me out."

It was scary, how easy it was to lie to his friend, especially with those bright green eyes staring back at him.

"I see," Scar clearly didn't believe him, but he wasn't pushing it either. Maybe he hadn't even seen Sam in the end, Grian could only hope. "Well, Mumbo got what he needed, and we were thinking about heading back, are you ready to go?"

"Yes." The answer was instant. "Yes. Let's go home."

Grian's answer must have been too sure, because even without prompting, Scar gestured for the other to grab hold of his chair. "Let's go then, Mumbo's waiting by the portal," he gave the avian a little smile, "try not to get lost this time?"

It was a joke. Teasing him. Grian's knuckles were turning white from how hard he was holding on, not that Scar could see from this angle. "I'll try not to," he replied as casually as he could.

Carefully weaving through the server, Grian learned to keep his eyes down the third time he thought he saw tall white ears among the crowd, trusting Scar to lead them out. Scar seemed to sense his nervousness, glancing back at him every once in a while to make sure he was still there.

Soon enough, they made it to the world portal, Mumbo grinning and waving them down, one of his arms overflowing with what seemed to be blueprints (redprints?) for new redstone contraptions. Grian almost didn't have to force a smile when he saw the other's excitement, though it quickly turned to shock.

"Grian!" Mumbo gasped softly. "What happened to your eye?"

Scar turned to look as well, pulling his chair out of Grian's light grasp. "Oh void, Grian."

He hesitated before reaching up to touch the skin around his eye and— yeah. Tender to the touch, definitely having turned purple by the others' reactions. It had been a while since he'd been injured like this.

"I tripped," he excused quickly, the memory of a lie easily falling out of his mouth, "I'll be alright."

They were doubting him, he could see it in their eyes.

Mumbo cleared his throat, looking away. "Well, let's get you home. I'm sure we have some healing potions laying around somewhere."

"I'm not—" Grian quickly bit his tongue. He wasn't dying, he didn't need a potion. It'd just be a waste of resources. The voice in the back of his head sounded suspiciously familiar. "It's not that bad," he corrected. It sounded much better than saying he wasn't allowed, especially considering he was allowed, he had been for a while now.

Mumbo and Scar shared an unreadable look between the two of them, and it only made Grian feel even worse.

"Come on— let's go," Grian insisted, suddenly pushing past them towards the portal, determined to just be home already.

–

Grian did not hesitate upon the return to Hermitcraft, world travel sickness be damned. Pluto and cOW were waiting on the other side of the portal, right where they'd been left. Seeing Mumbo struggling with the prints he'd brought back, Grian offered him Pluto's lead, just for now. As soon as he was content that Scar and Mumbo could handle themselves, Grian was off, easily disappearing as the two worked on saddling up.

He didn't trust himself to fly, not with the churning of his stomach, and his feathers didn't feel quite right either, crooked and uncomfortable. So instead he walked. He'd had worse walks before, and so long as he ignored his concerned friends' attempts at checking in on him, he could pretend it was just another day on the server.

Mumbo and Scar wouldn't understand anyways.

His feet hurt by the time he got home, walking around the expo earlier certainly hadn't helped the situation either. His stomach flipped at the thought of the expo again, he never could have anticipated what unfolded there.

The climb up to his base was a bit more of a workout, but Grian couldn't bring himself to straighten out his feathers enough yet to do anything else. Besides, the ache of his muscles was a welcome distraction.

He ignored his comm as it buzzed for the time being, tossing it aside without even looking at it. He just needed some peace and quiet, if anybody truly needed anything from him they could come and get him, otherwise he was going to sit and relax and think about anything except for Sam.

Fuck.

Grian felt dirty. His eye throbbed, he could feel the phantom touch of a hand on his jaw, squeezing too tightly. Trying not to think about it only made it worse, made his head spin as he took a shuddering breath. At least he was wearing his sweater, that meant Sam hadn't actually touched anything but his face, and then his wings of course.

His sweater. His breath caught as he moved to tear it off himself, wincing as it caught on his wings, but not caring enough to stop until it was thrown halfway across the room, away from him. His arm still itched where Sam had grabbed him earlier, but it was better now that the offending fabric was removed, dulled, even if he felt more exposed than before. At least he was alone.

Grian's wings still ached where healthy feathers had been prematurely ripped from their follicles, even more so when he tried to stretch them out, making him inhale sharply from the pain. He'd put off preening until the pain had dulled then, that was the sensible thing to do.

He took a deep breath, moving to his room and closing the curtains before laying down. Everything hurt. He raised a hand to gently press at the new bruise around his eye, startled when his fingers came away wet.

“Oh.” His voice cracked, and then he began to sob.

–

It was dark out when Grian finally felt as though he'd calmed down enough. He sniffled softly, forcing himself out of bed. He at least wanted to wash off his face, and maybe have a cup of tea too.

Grian wet a cloth as the water boiled, careful not to press too hard around his left eye as he wiped away dried tears. He'd have to come up with a better story than what he'd told the others earlier, if he wanted to go out and about on the server before it healed. Something that lined up with what he said already, of course, but more detail.

He was startled out of thought as the kettle began to whistle, and he dropped the cloth in favor of pouring the water into the mug he had prepared. Grian swallowed thickly, watching as it steeped. He hadn't realized just how quickly he had fallen back into old habits, planning out his lies and excuses, coming up with stories for the sake of not only his own image. He felt sick.

Grian didn't bother adding anything else to the tea, grabbing his communicator in his other hand on the way back to his room. He should probably catch up on the server at least, make sure there weren't any emergencies or weird situations that needed his attention.

Grian snorted softly at the thought of an emergency on the server, taking a sip of tea as he began looking over the messages.

There were messages from both Mumbo and Scar, identical in tone, checking in on him throughout the day. Grian's heart squeezed painfully as he read through them. Between the two of them, he'd received plenty of questions about his well being, as well as the usual casual chatting when he hadn't responded right away; Mumbo sharing his new redstone plans and how he was planning to implement them, as well as mentioning he'd brought Pluto home; Scar sending not only photos of the build he was working on but also little jokes here and there. It was comforting, to have just that little sense of normalcy. Grian was sure his own responses were stilted, but he knew that was at least better than ignoring them, especially when they were worried like this.

There were a few messages from other hermits asking if he was available, hours ago of course, and it seemed from his radio silence that they assumed him busy, judging by the lack of pushing at least. Good.

Global chat was normal too, nothing crazy, which was good, Grian wasn't really feeling up to crazy today. He chuckled softly at the thought, it wasn't every day he could say that.

The last thing that caught his eye was a notification from somebody off server. It wasn't unheard of, obviously, Grian had friends on other servers. Lizzie, Martyn, and Scott to name a few. He wasn't ever surprised to hear from any of them.

Grian couldn't have expected this, though.

samgladiator: heyyyyyyyy griannn

samgladiator: it was good seeing you! we should hang out again soon

samgladiator: srry for all the teasing lol u know i was just goofing!

Swallowing thickly, Grian turned off the comm. He set it aside, along with the half drunk mug, feeling numb. Laying down, he stared up at the ceiling until he must have eventually fallen asleep.

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 1 year

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TEMPORARY THINGS, chapter 1

March 2022

The seatbelt chime dinged, signaling your arrival at Gate 43--at least that’s the number the pilot had mumbled through his headset upon your departure for Heathrow.

Six hours overnight, not terrible overall. But the crappy neck pillow you bought back at JFK wasn’t much of a sleep aid, and neither was the weed gummy you’d popped and swallowed in the backseat of the car that arrived to whisk you to the airport.

A flight attendant reaches for your carryon overhead, you smile and trail behind others onto the jetway. Warmer than New York, you could already tell, but only by a little.

It dawns on you, as you read the overhead signs and weave through crowds of passengers, that your sleepless red-eye was likely due to the nerves that had been keeping you up all week.

Had you made a terrible mistake?

No. Probably not, right?

Carousel 21 is already littered with familiar faces when you get there--the guy from 3F that asked for headphones a whole ten seconds before take off, the woman in 5A who downed about four gin and tonics before the flight was even halfway across the Atlantic.

You find a spot to stand and try to breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Maybe it was the time change, or maybe it was the fact that both of your feet were now firmly planted on London soil, a whole 3 weeks after this idea had been broached over burrata and Barolo.

Not the amount of time you usually put into giant, possibly life-changing decisions to move to a new country and start over.

Maggie promised you’d be okay. She swore up and down and back and forth that if you’d handled this type of celebrity before, you could do it again. Hell, you’d handled bigger celebrities, so this should be a cake walk!, she said. And she was someone you could trust. She knew the ins and outs of this world and she knew you well enough to know that this type of chaos was enough to jolt some happiness back into your bitter soul.

An unforeseen break up after six years together will do that to someone.

So here you are, startled by the aggressive sound of the buzzer when the belt starts moving. 3F grabs his suitcase and makes a beeline for the door. At least you’re not the only one desperate to get out of the stuffy airport.

And that’s when you hear her yell your name--way too loud for barely 7am in Heathrow and way too loud if either of you had any hopes of blending in. Two Americans were bad enough. Two noisy Americans?

She trots over to you with excitement, her arms wrap around your neck before you can even mutter a greeting in response.

“Your mom texted my mom already and I promised photographic evidence,” she pulls away and you smile, being in Maggie’s presence is immediately calming, analgesic to the unease that set in once you reached thirty thousand feet.

You force a dramatic smile, throw up a peace sign and pose for the camera. She giggles to herself and presses send, stuffing her phone in her pocket in the exact moment that your suitcase appears from the underbelly of the airport.

“I’ve got it,” she calls again, still too loud. She runs and tugs it off with a grunt, and you laugh again, too, thankful for the distraction of your oldest friend.

Maggie’s mom and your mom went to college together. Then they married each of your dads and then the two of you came along (Maggie in ‘92 and you in ‘93) and the rest is history. Your early childhood was spent building forts in her basement and by middle school, your favorite pastime was tricking your little sister and her little brother into makeovers.

She brushes her hair out of her face, stands upright, and takes one look at you. “Okay, tell me everything.”

So you climb in the back of an Uber, Maggie nods and listens intently to details that you hadn’t shared before over facetime. Like the fight you had on your birthday last year, the way he slowly started telling you less and less about work, then friends, the way you should have seen it coming.

Maggie knew your ex, obviously. They got along overall but now she let her lip curl into an expression of disgust, her usual attempt to turn a shitty situation into something to laugh about.

“What a dumb fucking asshole, Y/N, seriously. I never liked his stupid job or that stupid name,” she turns up the theatrics, a roll of her eyes when she commits to the bit.

You smile a little, thankful for the 8 weeks that have since passed and the thousands of miles that now stood between you and him, literally. Both of those things made it easier to ignore the stinging in your eyes when his name came up.

“He’s dumb,” you agree, a swift nod before you take another glance out the window. The London suburbs turn more urban, flats and parks and people on the sidewalks when she reaches over to squeeze your knee with force.

“But now you’re single and in London and your best friend in the whole world got you an amazing temp gig,” she flattered herself and grinned, a text illuminated her screen before she opened it.

“Which, by the way, I have to be on set around 9am, so I’m dropping you off and then I have to go. But you’ll swing by? I told Jason you’d come for lunch--you know, meet everyone you need to meet.”

“Sure,” you nod, the casual mention of your new boss makes your pulse quicken slightly, you swallow and ignore it. Not your first rodeo. In fact, your lengthy resume that listed all the previous rodeos was surely part of the reason you landed this slightly nepotistic arrangement in the first place.

That and the fact that Maggie was a mid-level producer on the show, had known one of the head writers from a different project, and once upon a time dated one of Jason’s close friends.

Pair that with your life and career practically exploding when you got dumped with no notice and within only a few weeks you had a first class ticket to London. Maggie called it magic. You called it an impulsive--and possibly irrational--decision.

But whatever. You needed work and a fresh start and hanging out at your parents’ house was getting boring, anyway.

The car pulls to a stop and the driver helps you out onto the gray sidewalk. Maggie keys in for you and says she came to see the place with a friend to scope it out, you know, since she hadn’t done enough for you recently.

“Okay, so obviously I got you the best thing I could find in his price limit. This location is great. Same neighborhood as moi,” she flutters her lashes. “A nine minute walk, a four minute jog.”

“Same neighborhood as my boss?” You ask, the real reason your location matters.

It was common practice for assistants to live within a 10-minute radius of their boss. Late night snack? Scheduling emergency? Your job was to meet those needs. Your job was also to handle his schedule, and to--you know--assist in whatever way he asks.

You’d climbed the latter a bit after starting out in LA in 2012. Previous clientele included one of the Real Housewives, Reese Witherspoon, and, most recently: the famous wife of a Los Angeles Laker.

You like this job. You liked most of the people. You loved the friends you made and the places you got to travel. And since finally crossing the Executive Assistant threshold in 2019, the pay was killer, the perks were better, and no longer spent most of your time fetching coffees or doing grunt work.

“Of course,” Maggie rolls her eyes before checking a text message. “And I told him you’re the greatest EA he’ll ever have, he lives on the street behind this one, number 82. You can practically see into his house from your bedroom window.”

You shoot Maggie a glare, glance out the window when she throws a thumb in that direction and mentions his house. “Great.”

She holds your gaze for a second, like she’s reading your mind or something. “Wasn’t the whole point of you coming to London so you’d stop being depressed?”

You mock her childishly, voice high and annoying, “wasn’t the whole point--”

“Okay,” she holds up a hand. “Insensitive on my part,” she admits. “But you know I just want you to be okay?”

She watches you for a moment, her features soften and she blinks a few times, almost like she was unsure if you were broken altogether, with your life stuffed into the suitcase between you.

You force a smile and open your arms. “When shit hits the fan there’s no place I’d rather be than in a foreign country with you.”

She bounces over and hugs you again, “that’s what I thought!”

The March air is cold, the sky’s gotten gloomier with each passing hour and eventually you had to force yourself to leave the house when you tried on your third consecutive outfit. Is there a right or wrong thing to wear on the set of a TV show? You have no clue.

Maggie met you outside a giant building at 1 o’clock sharp--one on the outskirts of town with giant parking lots and film trailers. She used a keycard to swipe in and said your first stop would be the security desk to obtain your own.

Once that was handled she led you down a maze of hallways, pointing out rooms and departments and providing information you knew you’d never retain. But that was fine, because when she pushes open the door to the main sound stage, your eyes go wide.

She watches you take it in, a smile on her face. “Pretty dope, right?”

“I mean, I knew it had to be a good gig if you got you to leave LA,” you tease.

The room is buzzing with energy. People with headsets carry out missions, walkie-talkies beep and a woman with short brown hair smiles when she sees Maggie.

“Mag—Brett wanted to talk about a re-write for scene 4, he was over near catering with Brendan.”

“Do you know where Jason is?” Maggie asks the woman, not bothering to introduce the two of you yet.

“Upstairs, I think--”

“In his office,” a man clarifies when he walks by—in a rush.

You look up at Maggie, unsure what the right move is.

She looks at the woman with short brown hair and then back at you. “Brave enough to go up there alone since I’m needed for script?”

Yes, of course, fine. You nod quickly and hope Maggie can’t see the fear in your eyes. Something told you she did, but soon she bounces off with Short Brown Hair behind her.

It takes only a few seconds for you to realize that standing by the door alone looks more awkward than if you, too, move around this giant room like you knew where you were going or what you were doing. You saw another door in the corner, took off in that direction when someone else opened it and you caught a glimpse of stairs.

That was a start.

You make your way up one flight and open the door, windows in the hallway look down onto the stage, a better view of the overall set: a locker room, offices, a hallway, a tiny and fictional world with no roof that was born from someone’s imagination.

You’d watched as a proud friend, never finished the first season after a busy week and an overall disinterest in new TV shows.

A name plate on the door to your right confirms you’re getting warmer. A few dark offices, then the sound of humming pulls you down the hall to the only room with an open door.

His name on a piece of paper taped to the wall in bold font, you hold your breath for a second and knock, stepping into view when you hear his voice.

“What are your thoughts on flowers? Is that, like, too weird?” he looks up, eyebrows lifted when he realizes you’re not the person he expects.

Standing in front of him suddenly makes you nervous, mostly because you don’t have Maggie by your side to smooth over this awkward moment. You roll with it, your best at your service smile.

“Assuming you’re talking as a gift…thoughtful, somewhat overdone,” you offer an apologetic grimace, “but simple and shows you care. Who are they for?”

He smiles at your answer, leans back in his chair and nods. You were killing it, right? Assisting before a formal introduction? You’re already excited to brag about it to Maggie tonight over a glass of Merlot.

A tingle down your spine when he laughs a little. “A welcome gift, yeah…for my new assistant.”

“Oh,” you nod, a tiny smirk in surprise when you realize you know something he doesn’t. “Then I’d do tulips.”

Now he leans forward and puts his elbows on his desk. A smirk that he tries to hide when he lets his eyes settle on yours. Is he…flirting? “What makes you say that?”

You shrug casually, “they’re my favorite flowers…and I’m Y/N.”

“Fuck, hi, sorry—“ he stands from his chair quickly, awkward and embarrassed as he tries to hide his surprise with a smile and extended hand. “I’m Jason. You’re Y/N,” he nods, saying it more to himself than to you.

“I am,” you smile, watching as he rounds the corner of his desk to shake on it. “Nice to meet you--the set down there is really awesome.”

He smiles, the release of his shoulders tells you he’s glad to move past whatever just happened. His eyes follow your gesture out into the hallway and onto the stage floor. A nod, a quick glance in your direction. “Thank you, yeah—can’t believe we’re already filming again.”

“Hiiii,” Maggie’s voice sounds from the door, a cheerful grin on her face when you both turn to see her. “I see I’m not needed for an introduction,” she waves her hands around and flits her fingers in your direction.

“No, yeah, Maggie--come in,” Jason moves back to sit at his desk, which, you now realize, is just a folding chair at a folding table with a laptop. A couch along the side wall, a mini fridge in the corner and papers and red pens strewn about the table.

Got it, a makeshift office up here since he was the guy in charge. You wondered where Maggie’s main post was, and you notice that she now has a headset around her neck and a clipboard in hand.

“Jason, I’m very glad you get to meet my oldest friend, Y/N L/N,” she comes to put her arms around your neck, sloppy kisses to your hairline to show the unbreakable bond. “She’s the reason I work in this field to begin with and I expect that the two of you will be thick as thieves in no time.”

He smiles at that a little, lets his eyes meet yours briefly when Maggie reaches up to pinch your cheek. You swat her away, skin still prickling from the way he smiles at you.

Maggie was obviously comfortable with him, which you gather when she flops down on the couch and a voice comes through the headset. She pushes it into her ear to get a better listen.

“Few things for you,” Jason points in your direction and searches for something on the table. A three-ring binder after he shuffles through papers, tiny black font that reads Exec. Asst stares back at you when he hands it over.

“Jessie made this…before her maternity leave,” he informs. “Briony’s here somewhere and she’ll go through it with you, but--based on everything Maggie’s said, I’m sure you’ll jump right in.”

Right, Jessie. The woman whose job you were filling for the filming of this season due to the baby that was about to pop out of her. Briony--no idea who that was--but you make a mental note to bug Maggie for details later.

A sound buzzes from the hallway, an alarm or something of the sort. Both Maggie and Jason perk up at the sound, you recognize it as some sort of cue that the set will soon be an active filming zone. Maggie stands from her casual position and smiles, “I can bring you around downstairs and introduce you to people, since he’s about to be busy.”

“Perfect,” you nod, a quick glance at Jason to see if that kind of thing is allowed. He doesn’t seem to notice that you’re looking for permission, he smiles when your eyes meet again but then reaches for his phone.

“Oh, wait--here,” he hands it over, an open new contact page on the screen. You type in your name and number and figure that this will be your main form of communication, instead of the emails with Jessie and Maggie and his manager.

You hand it back when you’re done, he glances down at the screen--was he checking to make sure you really put it in? Maggie’s nose is in her walkie-talkie again, replying to some kind of garbled request.

“She will report back when I am done with her, Sir!” Maggie salutes in jest and Jason cracks a laugh, a sliver of anxiety melting once her elbow links with yours and she tugs you out of the room.

You meet set designers and the props team and then hair and make up. You meet the Brett you’d already heard about and get an intro to Briony when she shows up with coffee around 2pm.

Maggie eventually relented to your incessant reminders: Monday was your real first day. For now you had every right to sleep and try to get your body and brain to remember they were on the same continent. Which is why, and probably the only reason why, she eventually let you dip out.

The uber ride home is longer thanks to afternoon traffic, your head is pounding and the king sized bed in your new flat is calling your name before you can even twist the knob. But your nap gets delayed by a knock on the door when you’re rummaging for a sweatshirt in your suitcase.

You pull it open, sure that whoever is on the other side has the wrong apartment or wrong person altogether. You’re way too new for visitors.

But it’s not a human, not at first. Instead, a vase of yellow tulips--and a delivery man who smiles from behind them in greeting, happy Friday!, before he leaves you to open the card taped to the side.

I heard these are overdone. Oh well. Welcome to London - JS

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AN: Hi friends! I've been sitting on the start of this story for a few months and have been v excited to start sharing what I have so far! I do not have a post schedule for this, nor do I know how long it will be, nor is it finished at this time. As I've mentioned recently, I'm focusing a lot more on writing for FUN, so your patience and general kindness is appreciated as I share my writing for free with everyone! There also will not be a tag list for this story but it's table of contents will be pinned on my blog! My inbox is (usually) always open!

But also, I'm so fucking pumped to share this and be able to chat with all of my internet pals about our favorite middle aged man.

#tt #temporary things #jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis fanfic #ted lasso

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sardonic-the-writer · 5 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

↳ notes: a bit different from my normal x reader fics. thanks to @ike9306 for pushing me to write about tracker again. enjoy this mess of a fic between two closeted gays

↳ warnings: none. just some overly self indulgent shit

↳ song: lose my mind in hysteria—fake fast

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Tracker didn't even move from their spot on the floor as their teammates stepped over them, choosing to relish in the feeling of the cool concrete floor on their face. It was simply too much of a bother to consider moving, so they didn't. And they probably wouldn't unless someone made them at this point.

"How charming." A pair of leather shoes stopped by their hip with an almost judging stance.

"Go fuck yourself, Spy." Tracker muttered, words suffocated by his current position. They could practically hear the eyeroll the older man let out before sauntering away. Tracker basked in the silence left behind, letting sunlight from outside the respawn turn the inside of their eyelids red. It was a period of momentary peace. But as the name suggests, it was just that. Momentary.

"Awh yeah! Woo! I cannot believe I just did tha'! Man, I am awesome. Hey, hey Tracker! Did you see me out there?!" Scouts post battle glow settled across everything in a mile wide radius. His mouth was running a mile a minute, and Tracker was sure if he opened his eyes Scout was going to be jogging in place from excitement.

Yup. He was.

"Hey, what are you on the ground for? We won! We totally destroyed those losers! The SS. We're Done Sucking has left the station, pal!"

As much as Tracker wanted to tell Scout to leave him alone, he sighed and hauled himself to his feet. It took all but five seconds, and by the time they looked up, Scouts grin there right in front of him.

"Come on, stop frownin'. You look like Spy. You did just fine out 'dere. Wasn't your fault the BLU Sniper was on his a-game today." That got Tracker to crack a smile, and Scout caught sight of it before they could shove it back down. But he didn't mind.

"I guess you did pretty good too, Scout." Tracker scratched his arm. "I saw the aftermath of that Pyro. Brutal."

Scout's face burned at Trackers compliment.

"Yeah, well, they we're gonna burn ya. Couldn't let 'em get my teammate, ya' know?" He fumbled, jogging to catch up with Tracker, the likes of which had stood up to put his spare beartrap away in his locker. They were the only people left still inside the base room, and had been for a minute. The only other sign of life was a fly or two buzzing around one of the florescent lights overhead.

Tracker just hummed in response, choosing to drop the topic before Scout started to resemble a tomato again. He closed his locker door with a click.

"Let's go wash up, yeah? It's Engie's night to cook, and I want to see if he'll make that garlic bread thing again."

"Yeah. Yeah!" Scout puffed out his chest and put more emphasis into his words the second time around. He lead Tracker out of the respawn room with a boyish grin, only looking back once to make sure he was being followed.

"Maybe afterward you can bring Tom Jones on over to my room for a little celebration. I'll throw him on my record player for you." Tracker flicked the light switch on the wall down, successfully bathing the room in a darker shade of colors than before. Sunlight filtered in just enough to allow Tracker to look back at Scout, only to find the mercenary already facing him with a look in his eyes.

"Tha' sounds, uh, nice. Yeah." Scout was speaking quieter than usual, and Tracker wondered why. The brunet cleared his throat hurriedly, only melting back to normal when Tracker placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, taking extra care not to touch any skin in the process.

"Let's get a move on, otherwise they'll all think we eloped off to Texas."

And with that the two teammates closed the door together, leaving the room with a pair of smiles on their face; one a giant beam, and the other a tiny gesture of affection.

#sona shenanigans #tracker #tf2 #tf2 sona #tf2 self insert #tenth class oc #tenth class sona #canon x self insert #canon x sona #scout x sona #scout x tracker #tracker x scout #drabble

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STRIP CLUB (p.js)

Warnings : virgin Jay, crude words, just filth tbh, reader works in a strip club (not proofread)

Jay was hesitant, he had never done anything like this before. Sure he kissed a few girls here and there in his high school years but not ever since he became an idol. He just didn't need any unnecessary drama in his life. But he also couldn't say no when jake and sunghoon dragged him to their go to strip club for his birthday.

"U need to get out more you know, get ur dick wet before it falls off due to pussy drought" Jake cackled and Jay felt his head throbbing.

He knew that. He already knew how much his dick demanded to be wrapped in soft and wet pussy folds every night he slept on his bed alone but he was a coward. Never one to take such risks. He was also a man of morals who couldn't fuck around like jake did. So he settled on rubbing his dick raw to bad porno everytime he got hard.

"And what better way to end that drought and lose your virginity than on ur motherfucking birthday my bro! " Sunghoon chimed in, already half drunk before even reaching the club.

"I don't know man.. " Jay mumbled again, looking for some way or reason to run back to the dorms again. This place didn't feel like his scene. What was he even supposed to do here anyway? Ask for pussy? Pay for it? He had 0 clue on how stuff worked here. Blinding lights and deafening music, half naked girls hanging on poles, it was getting hard to focus.

Jake leaned in closer to him as if letting him in on a secret

"once u feel the touch of a woman dude, u r going to be addicted"

Jay didn't doubt that. With how easily hot and bothered he got everytime the stylist noonas brushed his inner thighs on accident. He needed therapy at this point.

Sunghoon groaned from his other side

"Just thinking about pussy is making me restless, I would have been buried in a tight wet cunt by now if I wasn't here to get u laid bro, u should at least pretend to be happy"

"Yeah man, look around, this is a high profile club, celebrities and people who wanna keep their business private come here all the time."

Jake's words helped him relax a bit. But only a bit. The chances of his name being on the headline of tomorrow's dispatch article were less but not zero.

"Look over there, at the balcony on the right, just above the bar"

Jay followed Jake's directions and his gaze settled on you.

Oh wow.

He could feel his throat get dry and lips parched.

U were leaning against the railing of the balcony, smiling down at the customers that were throwing bills up at you, your lips were moving but Jay couldn't hear that over the loud music, he watched as u laughed at something the bartender shouted at u. Jay's eyes traveled down from your angelic face towards your exposed collarbones, he licked his lips. Your silky hairs fell in cascades down the curve of your back. U didn't look real.

Your sinful curves were covered in a baby blue silk dress, barely leaving anything to imagination, the swell of your breasts and ass made jay's fingers twitch.

U were walking, breathing desire and he wanted to bury his fingers in you. He wondered if u smelled as good as u looked.

U looked like his dirtiest wet dream.

Sunghoon chuckled from his side "he's sold"

Jake chuckled back "told u y/n could do him in didn't I? "

Y/n. So that was your name.

"I've arranged a private session with her for u bro, just be a man and don't chicken out of this, she's not easy to get hold of, she also doesn't sleep with customers, but she gives exquisite lap dances" Jake explained.

Jay wanted to kiss Jake. On the mouth.

A lap dance? U would be on his lap? By the end of the night? Ur soft body and ample curves would be rubbing on him? Oh yeah he could now die a happy man. Jay was a very happy man.

His face visibly fell when u leaned away from the railing and disappeared inside somewhere.

"She's also known for making men cum in their pants, so i hope u r wearing ur best underwear mate"

You touched up on ur makeup one last time, applying the vanilla lip gloss on your plump lips evenly. Men were always so easy, anything that smelled like vanilla, they wanted to eat.

The knock on the door interrupted you. Here goes nothing.

"Hii" you greeted Jake and sunghoon, ur breath catching in your throat as u looked at the handsome stranger behind them, his eyes fidgeting all over ur face. His silver hairs were shiny and suited his skin complexion.

Ur eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his impressive physique, the leather jacket he had thrown over his black tucked in shirt highlighted his broad shoulders. The tight black jeans sitting so well on his thick thighs.

Oh u were gonna have fun with this one.

"When u said u were bringing over ur virgin friend I wasn't expecting a treat Jake" u cooed teasingly, making sure ur eyes were on HIM.

His hesitant cat eyes met yours and he gulped. His ears turning red. Cute.

Jake laughed and sunghoon pushed the handsome stranger towards u, close enough that u could count his lashes. His expensive cologne hitting ur nose and making u wanna take a bite out of him.

"U need to take care of him y/n, show him some fun" Sunghoon yelled as they both stepped away from you.

U winked at them and dragged the surprised man inside ur room, closing the door and slamming his back on it. His eyes widened by ur actions, watching u closely, as if unable to understand what was happening.

U pressed your self closer to his tempting body, sliding your hands from his chest to wrapping them around his neck. U could feel how tense he was, his hands not even attempting to move from his sides.

"What's ur name baby?" U asked running ur finger on his lips, flashing him ur most seductive smile.

U saw him gulp once "Jay"

But his voice came out confident. And oh man he sounded hot.

U bit ur lower lip and stood on ur tippy toes, pressing ur cleavage against his chest, your lips inches away from his plump ones

"U can touch me Jay, grope me all u want, I'm here for u to have fun" U whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

U sensed some hesitance from him, but soon enough large hands grabbed your ass, a gasp falling from your lips.

"That's like a good boy" u crooned, pecking him on his lips briefly, pulling back just as fast.

What u weren't expecting was for him to chase your lips like a starved man, his fingers groping and squeezing ur ass harshly. He captured your lips in his greedy mouth, suckling and kissing with the intention to eat. His teeth punctured ur lower lip making u squeal and He groaned in your mouth when u squirmed against him to press yourself closer to his body.

He pulled away too soon for your liking, both of your breaths heavy. He looked at you in both guilt and desire. His fingers still flexing on your flesh but softly.

"I-im sorry, I don't know what came over me"

His apology had ur head reeling. Never in your line of work had any man apologized to u ever. For hurting u, disrespecting u and never for using ur body for pleasure.

so the genuine regret in his eyes made u momentarily speechless. His eyes were running all over ur face, trying to gauge your reaction but u were a hard woman to read. Jay was smitten with u, with your taste. Your slightly bleeding lower lip made guilt swirl in his chest but your soft curves pressed against him were making him harden in his jeans.

You wordlessly pulled away from him and dragged him further into the room by his hand, pushing him down on the couch, standing in front of him, looking down at his eyes as he stared up at u.

The way he was manspreading naturally made ur thighs clench, his bulge sitting in the middle, your mouth watered. His slightly unbuttoned shirt showing a silver of his honey skin, begging to be marked.

Jay watched in awe as you swayed your body sensually, your hips grinding in air, hands running over your own body, touching yourself in a way his hands itched to do. When u raised an eye brow at him while u slowly dragged your dress up your thighs, jay realised u were teasing him. Giving him a show. U turned around slowly and bent over, Jay's cock was throbbing at this point, your red panties wedged between your pussy lips, surrounded by your thick juicy thighs made him lose his mind.

"Fuck"

As if they had a mind of their own, jay's hands moved and squeezed your plump ass cheeks

"So pretty" His voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

U chuckled and moaned, wiggling ur hips at him

"Yeah? Am I pretty?"

"Very" His breathless voice made u drip. U had forgotten how fun it was to tease virgins.

You turned around to face him again and pulled your panties down your legs. Watching how his mouth fell open, eyes transfixed on your actions, u smirked, throwing your panties at him.

Jay caught that piece of fabric and watched on as you continued to sway sexily, his eyes flicking between the damp fabric in his hands and your sensual body dancing.

Ur panties were wet, his mouth watered and without thinking about it he was burying his nose into the wet patch, groaning loudly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Oh god, so this is want a woman's arousal smelled like. He felt his entire body burning with desire, itching and twitching to take, breed and fuck. He felt like an uncontrolled animal as he inhaled your scent further, tongue coming out to lick on ur juices, fuck u tasted good, his other hand squeezed his own bulge shamelessly.

You had never seen such a hot sight before, this very hot man was trying to get off by smelling and licking your wet panties, u could feel your slickness dripping down your thighs.

"U like how I smell?"

he groaned and nodded into ur panties, ur pussy clenched around nothing but air

Without further ado you slipped your silk dress off of your body, letting it pool down around your ankles.

Jay was going to go crazy. He'd never in his life seen a naked woman before. Let alone one as beautiful and breathtaking as u were.

His hands twitched with a violent urge to hold u, rub u, grind on u. Your tits made his head spin, he wanted them in his mouth. To be honest, he wanted a lot of your assets in his mouth.

You took your panties from where he was still inhaling them and threw them across the room, climbing on his lap, ur bare pussy settling right above his bulge. His hands automatically fell around your waist, squeezing u on impulse.

"wanna taste? "

You arched your back to push your tits in his face and he latched on to them without any delay . Groaning and moaning as u gasped, he was slurping on you so messily.

You ran your hands through his hairs, grabbing the back of his head to push him further into ur boobs.

Slowly starting a grinding pace against his growing bulge, u started to give him a lap dance. Pulling on his hairs u pulled his head back and away from your boobs, he was breathing heavily, his dark eyes dripping with lust met yours.

"Never touched a woman before have u? " U asked smiling slyly, his hold on your hips making u grind on his lap harder.

His eyes rolled back at how good the pressure of your bare pussy felt against his clothed cock.

He shook his head weakly, too focused on his hips meeting yours. U suckled on his exposed neck, leaving light marks, being aware that u couldn't leave permanent marks on an idol.

You both panted in each other's mouth as your hips rubbed and grinded on him just right, making a wet mess on the front of his jeans.

"U know how sex works? Dick in pussy, u know how that works yeah? "

Ur filthy mouth was making his head spin with desire. He pushed his hips into yours, making a moan rip through your mouth. He squeezed your flesh freely now, running his hands all over your body. Wondering why he hadn't done this before.

You moaned when he pinched your nipples, squeezing ur boobs, digging his nails into them as his hips thrust up into your womanhood.

"In and out. In and out. That's how it works. Cock goes inside a pussy, wet, hot and tight. Comes out, then slides right back in" u whispered in his ear.

"Fuck" He cursed, making u grind harder and faster against him. His eyes fell onto your lips and he pounced. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as u introduced ur tongue into his mouth. The vanilla on your lips was quite literally making him lose his mind.

U both shared messy open mouthed kisses while humping each other like animals. Tongues gliding over each other, saliva running down your chins, slurping on each other roughly.

"M-more please, n-need more" He whined breaking away from the kiss. He needed more friction, needed more skin on skin contact. Needed sex. Needed ur pussy.

His lust blown eyes made ur resolve crumble

"I don't have sex with my customers baby, but fun can be done in other ways, let me show u heaven yeah? " U asked grinding slowly on him. He nodded too fast, his eyes moving down to see your hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You stood on ur knees to pull his jeans and boxers down his thighs, leaving them around his knees.

Running your hands on his hard and throbbing dick, you moaned, rubbing his cock head against your clit. A loud gasp fell from his lips and his head fell back on the couch's head rest. Eyes shut in pleasure as he focused on ur hand jerking his cock.

A woman's touch. Yeah, Jay knew his hand won't ever be enough to make him cum ever again.

"So big and girthy, can't believe u haven't buried it in a pussy yet" U whined, just imagining his monster cock deep inside your stomach making your pussy drip

Jay let out the most pornographic moan known to mankind when u settled on his bare cock with your bare wet pussy.

The skin on skin contact making u shudder and sigh in satisfaction.

U started moving almost immediately, unable to stop ur self. Moving your hands to Unbutton his shirt, dragging your nails down his naked chest, feeling his abs, both of u moaning and groaning, grinding against each other.

"This is good isn't it? " U asked, digging ur nails into his abdomen, another sinful moan fell from his lips as he nodded, too dumb to speak, head lost in pleasure.

'Yeah, it's good. It doesn't count as long as ur cock isn't in my pussy right? We can fuck like this but it won't count" U panted, trying to control ur self from slipping his dick inside.

He squeezed your ass and looked down between ur bodies, groaning at how filthy the sight of your pussy lips rubbing on his dick looked. Sliding back and forth. Making a mess.

"Yeah, doesn't count as long as it's not inside" He repeated, his voice heavy with desire. He was seconds away from slamming u on his cock, the heat building and building inside his balls, so heavy and ready with his cum. Squelching sounds filled the room, wet, messy sounds of pussy meeting dick clouded his head.

"Can i put a little bit inside? Just a little bit, please, wanna feel how tight u feel" Jay pants, slowly losing all his inhibitions.

U wanna refuse and reject his offer but at the same time, a little bit won't hurt right? It's not like u both are fucking, just having some fun.

The moment his pleading eyes meet yours, u find ur self nodding

"Just the tip? "

"Yeah, just the tip"

You both moan as his tip breaches your entrance, your nails digging into his shoulders. His tongue hangs out as he fucks his tip in and out of you. Just jamming his engorged cock head against your clit, then dipping it inside your heat, then pulling out. Repeating the process until it's too much for the both of you to take. He's so close to cumming.

Without any warning his hold tightens around ur waist and he's sliding his entire length inside of you.

A scream rips through ur throat and a loud moan of satisfaction falls from his mouth.

Jay's eyes shut in extreme pleasure, the tightness of your pussy squeezing his cock and the overwhelming wet heat makes his dick spurt his fuck cream inside of you.

His body convulses beneath u as he shudders in orgasm "fuck holy fuck oh god " He's babbling incoherently, just using ur pussy to squeeze the last drop of his cum out of his balls. He's thrusting weakly inside u, just wanting to stay in ur heat a little longer. He can't stop cumming, hips grinding in u to stuff u full of his seed. His sweaty body is heaving and he meets your lust blown eyes, watching with a clenched jaw how your fingers move to your clit and u rub furiously, watching him enjoy his first pussy orgasm.

"U r so fucking hot" He whimpers

The way he's shuddering and moaning is so hot u can feel your orgasm at the tip of your tongue.

"Pussy so good yeah? Couldn't control ur self? Came so much inside of me and we didn't even have sex baby"

U moaned, rubbing on ur clit, running your free hand on his naked chest, feeling his body, groaning at how good his dick inside of you felt. Ur hips start to grind and swivel on their own, overstimulating his cock, a broken cry leaving his lips.

Jay never thought pussy could feel so good. So this was what jake and sunghoon were talking about. So this is why heeseung couldn't stop bringing girls over. Pussy.

Fuck. So this is what it meant to be a man.

His hands groped your lower half and u felt your orgasm wash over u instantly, his touch burning your body from inside out.

As u moaned his name, ur sharp nails leaving scratches on his naked chest ,coming around his dick, Jay could feel his himself harden inside of you again.

He watched as ur juices mixed with his own leaked out of your pussy where his cock was still buried inside.

His hips started to thrust up into u as primal instinct took over, animalistic lust glazing his rational mind.

U gasp as his hold on ur body tightens and the next things u know he's turning u around, hovering over u, his dick never leaving ur cunt.

He starts to thrust into u, panting and groaning, just chasing another high. The feeling ur pussy gave him, he wants to feel that again. Ur cries to stop fall on deaf ears, his fingers digging into ur ass to spread ur legs farther, grinding into u, feeling ur wet gummy walls. He bites harshly into the junction of your neck, groaning into ur skin.

"S-slow down Jay oh my god" u cry out, trying to push him away, his assault on ur sensitive pussy too much to take.

But jay's not in his right mind, pleasure taking over all of his senses, morals thrown out the window, all that matters is how good and wet ur cunt feels wrapped around him. God, no wonder jake's a sex addict. Who wouldn't be addicted to this shit.

"He's pounding that pussy good huh? always knew he had it in him despite being a virgin" Jake laughed hearing your cries from where he and sunghoon sat waiting on the stairs.

They had been waiting outside in case Jay came running, giving up on such a good opportunity, and they had to convince him to go back inside. But turns out he wasn't coming out of you anytime soon.

"That's what good pussy will do to a man"

Sunghoon smirked, downing his drink in one go.

"Speaking of which, gonna go find some cunt to fuck, seems like he'll take quite a while in there" He said, throwing the car keys at jake.

Jake pocketed the keys and followed hoon

"Yeah, me too, why should birthday boy have all the fun"

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard hours #jay smut #enha #jay x reader #park jay #kpop #park jongseong

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