#it’s just so what I wanted to be/look like at the time that p&f was coming out like on the nose

[paulyenvol6]

Fine Line

This is a smutty one shot with Joel Miller x reader and it's based on this request. Very angsty and lots of dom!Joel with daddy vibes and subby reader. I had so much fun writing this so thank you so much for the amazing request and feel free to send me whatever you want me to write. Enjoy <3

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, edging, orgasm denial, mentions of safe word, dubcon, daddy kink, dom and mean Joel, sub!reader, degrading, mentions of words like whore/bitch/slut, angst, anxiety, panic, fainting, having sex although the other person wants to stop, crying, aftercare, soft Joel in the end

Wordcount: ~6.41k

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Joel was horny tonight.

You could see it in the way his lips were always slightly parted and his chest rose and fell more heavily than usual.

And he was simply more responsive to your arm that would brush against his side every now again or your hand against his chest. He had been like that the whole evening and now as you lay in his arms on the couch you couldn't help but think about the way you could take advantage of the situation.

When Joel was craving sex with you he was more willing to do you a favor just because he needed you so much that he didn't have the patience to think about what you were asking of him. And maybe, just maybe tonight could be one of those nights where you would be able to get exactly what you were yearning for.

It was clear to you that Joel was intiating sex when he wrapped an arm around your waist to press you to his center while covering your neck with sloppy kisses. He gently removed your hair to softly bite and mark your neck until you felt brave enough to come forward with your request.

"Joel?" you asked softly and he hummed against your skin. "Mhm?"

"I want you to be mean to me. Please."

It wasn't like the two of you were vanilla when it came to sex. You had tried a lot of different things that could be called kinky but Joel tended to be a little more careful with certain things than you were.

Your suspicion was that the reason for that was your age gap. You were in your early twenties after all and although he should really know how much you adored being with him and that you would never want to treat this life with him for a life with a younger man your age, you believed that he didn't love it because he didn't want to emphasize or increase the power imbalance between the two of you. Which you, quite frankly, hated.

Because he was so good at it that when you got your favourite freaky Joel you longed for him days after and begged him to be rough with you at any time of the day. Sometimes Joel played along to make you happy because that was what he was after at the end of the day but you always had a feeling that he felt bad after degrading you.

But now he chuckled and his hand became more firm on your stomach to hold you close to him.

"Ya want me to be mean? But you were such a good little kitten today, ain't that right?"

You gave him your biggest puppy eyes while turning in his lap so you could look at him.

"Please daddy. I want you to. I was good, yes, so please do me the favor."

Joel sighed and took your face in his hands. You loved when he did that, because his hands were so big that it felt like he was covering the whole side of your face.

"You want me to be mean to my favourite little pussy? That's gonna make me feel very bad, honey."

You were growing impatient now because you didn't know if Joel was simply teasing you or actually still considering treating you roughly tonight so you shifted in his lap rocking yourself against his crotch in order to get him hard.

"Ugh uh, babygirl," he growled at once and stopped you by placing his hands on your hips.

"If you want me to be hard on you, you're only gonna do what I tell you to do. That's your only task."

You had to surpress a proud smile because you finally had evoked the kind of Joel you needed right now. He was mocking you, treating you like you needed guidance with everything and would surely punish you if need be.

"I will. Please be hard on me, daddy, I need it."

He smirked and softly pulled at you bottom lip with his thumb.

"God…, will you look at that," he said with a husky voice and observed the way you lip snapped back.

"Such a silly girl. Beggin' me to treat you like shit when you usually ask for your sweet 'n nice daddy almost all the time."

He cupped your chin with his hand in order to observe you precisely and bit his lip at your sight.

"You want me to be mean? Then I'm gonna be really mean, baby. Gonna treat you like shit. S'this what ya want?"

Yes, that was what you wanted and you could already feel your pussy dripping at his words. Too stunned to speak you nodded determinedly but it wasn't enough for Joel.

"Words," he demanded and tapped against your bottom lip.

"I want it. Want you to be really mean."

He smirked and carefully, almost as if you were something fragile tilted your head in his hands. Then, within seconds he had grabbed your waist and moved the two of you over so you were on your back while he hovered over you. You let out a giggle which he instantly surpressed by pressing his lips on yours until you were left breathless.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth and wrapped your arms around him.

You wanted to test him, provoke him to the point where he would snap and put you in your place. Perhaps he was aware of your strategy but he still played along.

"Hands to yourself," he whispered and pinned your wrists down over your head with one hand.

"Joel," you whispered again but now he seemed to have officially taken on his role because his eyes remained cold and indifferent.

"Do you have something to say? Otherwise you're gonna shut up unless I tell you to speak."

With a bubbly feeling in your belly you shook your head and waited for what he would do next. He watched you for a while like he was a predator taking in the view of his helpless victim in front of him and you almost started to feel so impatient that you wondered if you should ask him to go on when he finally moved his hands to your waist in order to tug at the fabric and pull it up.

He revealed your belly, thumb drawing circles over your skin and exposed your abdomen until the underside of your chest was bare under his gaze.

"Not wearin' a fuckin' bra? Jesus Christ…," he growled and you clenched your thighs at his husky voice.

"Please," you moaned already feeling so tense and full of accumulated pleasure that you needed him to finally touch you now.

"And she's already begging me like a pathetic bitch," Joel's sharp voice cut through the air leaving you big-eyed.

"I just know that if I didn't take such care of you you'd whore your way around the city spreadin' those pretty legs for every breathing creature. 'Cause you're a needy slut that can't ever get enough."

He squeezed your breast at his words which forced you to let out a gasp. For a moment you had to remind yourself that Joel didn't actually think that way about you but he was playing this role for you. He was just so good at it that you feared he would make you feel so little that you would start to believe his evil words.

Both his hands were now busy with kneading your breasts so roughly that the throbbing between your legs became more intense the longer he proceeded. You pressed your thighs together, a pathetic attempt to get rid of it but it didn't really work so you shifted your hips to search for his knee between your legs.

When Joel realized what you were doing he harshly opened your legs with his knee leaving you feel even more uncomfortable. His hand enclosed around your nipple which got him your attention and you submissively looked up to him.

"Stupid girl. Pissin' me off after begging me to be rough with you. You're gonna take all of it now, babygirl and I swear to god I'll ignore your crying or beggin' or complainin' 'n you can moan my name as often as you like, I'll keep going until I'm satisfied."

As much as you were looking forward to this promise you couldn't help but feel a little reluctant as well because you were familiar with his ways of torturing and teasing you and the prospect of spending the night pleading and begging him to finally give you what you wanted wasn't exactly comfortable. But you had asked for this after all. You loved it when he was mean to you and you knew it would be worth it.

A shiver rippled down your spine as you felt him twist your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger while he simultaneously kneaded your other breast. It was a fine line between pleasure and pain that he overstepped every now and which would then leave you breathless and with tears in your eyes when he pulled a little too hard on your nipple. Then you placed your hand on his but Joel merely snorted furiously and pushed you away.

"I said you're gonna take it. Without fuckin' annoyin' me. Stick those fingers into your mouth if you can't keep 'em to yourself."

You wavered, unsure whether this was a command or not but eventually you coiled your hands into fists and pressed them to your side while letting Joel use you the way he wanted. He really took his time tonight, exploring and stroking every inch of your body he could reach and when he finally removed his hands you expected him to unbuckle his belt but to your surprise he didn't. Instead he first pulled your shirt over your head so your upper body was finally completely bare and then his fingers came down to your jeans to open them.

"Joel," you whispered and licked away the sweat that had gathered above your top lip.

"Shut up and do as I say," he muttered fretfully while pulling the fabric down. "S'all I'm fuckin' asking of you, okay? Can you just obey me for once in your life?"

You nodded slowly your eyes brimming with a new wetness that hadn't been there before. No, no, no, you couldn't allow yourself to take his rough words to heart. This wasn't Joel, this was the kind of Joel you had wanted. You liked it and you wanted to get degraded by him because of the way it made you feel. You had been looking forward to this so much and you would stay focused. Joel didn't mean it and afterwards he would hold you and tell you how much he loved you. He was just playing. Acting.

You snapped back when he had taken your jeans off and watched your quaking hands with a mixture of arrogance and enjoyment.

"Open your mouth," he demanded while gripping your chin. Once you showed him your flat tongue he spitted into your mouth examining how his spit landed on your tongue and then tapped against your bottom lip.

"Swallow."

You did and opened your mouth for him again.

"Good girl." It was all he said but it made your heart flutter.

Then he made his way down your body, kissing and licking over your sore nipples and you recoiled every time his teeth sunk into your flesh.

"Please, Joel," you moaned at some point because you craved him so much that you felt like melting with him but he gave you an evil smile and lightly slapped the side of your ass.

"No. S'not about what you want. I'll take from you what I want and the more you beg me to do something the less likely it is that I'll do it."

Before you could even think about an answer you suddenly heard a ripping sound and then the cold air hit your bare pussy.

"Joel!" you complained staring at your torn underwear but he ignored you as he only had eyes for what waited between your legs for him. He didn't hesitate for a second now but just forcefully opened your thighs and then immediately slid a finger through your glistening folds. Then he collected some of your arousal and mockingly observed it.

"What's that, mhm? Was just playing with your tits a little and you're fuckin' soaked."

He chuckled darkly and brought his finger to your mouth. "Open. Clean it."

You had done similar things a hundres times before so you quickly confiled with the order and twirled your tongue around his digit as if it was his cock. Joel hummed with closed eyes and when you were done he pushed you down while crawling down again.

Every remaining amount of strength wilted when you saw the way he looked at your pussy and you were glad you got to lay on the couch. He then opened you up wider and moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. You couldn't allow yourself to feel the anticipation just yet because he was too mean to do this solely for your pleasure. You feared that he would change his mind in the last second so you anxiously watched his every move and almost choked on your breath when you felt his thumb brushing over your clit.

"S'right. Let it out I wanna hear it all," he hummed contently while rubbing you in small circles.

You couldn't believe he was actually doing this after having talked you down like this but your mind was too clouded anyway to question his actions.

His hands lingered at your core a little longer until he moved them up to your hips while lowering his head down to your pussy. He inhaled deeply taking in your scent and then connected his tongue with your clit which made you whine out almost painfully.

If there was one thing you could never get enough of in your life, it was him eating your pussy. It was simply… perfect. His beard grazing over your skin, his soft and warm tongue on your clit and the way he lapped up your wetness as if he was a man starving.

"Fuck, Joel, fuck…," you moaned your toes curling at the insane feelings he evoked in you.

His tongue drew patterns over your clit and you were almost sure that they were letters but you were too caught up in pleasure to concentrate on it.

And you were definitely too exhausted to work out why he was giving you so much pleasure after you had begged him to be mean. Because you definitely didn't mind and didn't want to do anything that could make him stop.

Joel now brushed over the underside of your clit with his pointed tongue and you shuddered beneath him your hands gripping his muscular arms. And when he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of you you couldn't help but grind against him. The moment he noticed he stopped licking you and raised his head.

"No," he spoke his face expressionless and buried his hand into the flesh of your ass. "One more time and I'll stop."

Joel dived between your thighs again while his left hand splayed across your stomach to apply light pressure that added to the pleasure you received from his mouth and his finger inside of you. Your fingers were buried in the cushions now too scared to touch him and perhaps anger him further but when he sucked your clit into his mouth a cry left your mouth and you pressed your nails into your own thighs in order to handle the intensity of his touch.

"Please. Fuck, Joel, it's so fucking good," you whimpered and wished he would answer you the way he usually did.

It was like he wasn't even present, he just ate your pussy like his life depended on it while ignoring you utterly. You couldn't even swear that he enjoyed it.

"Joel," you whispered again hoping that he might answer you but he didn't even look at you.

He just scissored you open while toying with your swollen clit but when you felt yourself getting closer to coming his eyes finally found your face again. He inspected you for a moment and then suddenly stopped. Your legs immediately searched for his body trying to trap him between them while your mind panicked.

"N-No, no, Joel, what are you doing. I was just about to come!"

"I know babygirl," he whispered running a hand over your sweaty hair while watching you almost lovingly.

"Please, I wanna come, I – "

"I know you do, sugar. But I don't care."

He rolled your nipple between his fingers again while you still tried to fight the confusion in your head. "Please, I –"

Your voice broke and your trembling hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.

"Save your breath, darlin'," he whispered against your ear before sliding a hand down between your legs.

With a clear plan in mind Joel started to rub your aching clit again only that this time he seemed even more determined. He went clockwise just the way you liked it and used your wetness as lubrication. You sniffed twice unsure of whether this was a good or a bad thing but soon you were so overtaken by enjoyment again that all you could perceive was his body and the hand on your pussy.

Your hand held his shirt while your face was buried in his neck and he let it happen. His heart was beating fast and you enjoyed the closeness so much that for a second you forgot about your frustration. That was until he denied your orgasm the second time tonight and this time you pushed him away in order to escape his touch.

"You asshole," you cried and tried to kick him with your feet.

Quickly he advanced towards you captured your wrists in his hand and yanked your head back by your hair.

"You were the one begging me like a fuckin' whore to be rough with you. You don't like what I'm doing? Mhm?" he mocked you while moving you to lay on your back again. You shook your head biting down on your shaking lip.

"Well I don't care 'cause you asked me to be mean. If you don't like it don't ask me next time. But now don't you fuckin' dare complain again."

You were still busy flashing your eyes at him which was why you let out a loud gasp when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and then he was suddenly inside of you. You hadn't noticed him unbuckling his belt and neither had you realized how he had pulled down his jeans and boxers.

You were dripping with arousal so you had no problems taking him and yet it had come so surprisingly that you tightly clenched around him which provoked a loud growl from him.

"Jesus…. So goddamn tight."

His left hand came down to cradle the side of your face while his right bent your leg back in order to reach deeper inside of you with each thrust. He hadn't given you a lot of time to adjust and just pounded your pussy mercilessly like there was no tomorrow.

"That's right," he mumbled his eyes on your face while you had problems keeping yours open.

"Atta girl. Nice 'n open for daddy…"

But when you buckled your hips in order to move accordingly to his thrusts his eyes darkened and he squeezed your throat as a punishment.

"I said none of that," he hissed emphasizing every word as if you were a little child that couldn't comprehend the simplest instructions.

"Stay fuckin' still or you're gonna get that l'il ass of you fucked. Would you like that? Huh?"

You shook your head and made a mental note to really do as he had told you now because you suddenly didn't feel like infuriating him any more.

Perhaps you had overestimated yourself a little or hadn't actually been ready to take all of him in this kind of state because all you suddenly craved was your loving Joel. The one who would press his face into your neck now to smell your hair. The one who would trace your collarbone with his finger or kiss your nipples. The one who would tell you how much he loved you and that he would never leave his babygirl.

"Joel," you moaned as if you were able to make him change his mind just by saying his name.

Of course he ignored you and unrestrainedly fucked your hole while panting loudly. Suddenly you were hyper-aware of so many things that you hadn't even noticed earlier. The way you were completely naked underneath him while he was still fully dressed except for his pulled-down jeans. It made you feel so vulnerable and pathetic suddenly that tears welled in your eyes.

And the way he pressed down on your tummy not only to make you stay in place but to show him how deep he reached inside of you. You felt used. Dirty. What you needed right now was to get some distance between him and you but there was no way Joel would let you off this easily.

"Joel," you cried looking up to him while tugging at his shirt but he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

In addition to your mental discomfort his cock thrusting in you had started to hurt as well which was due to the way you tightened around him. But while Joel thought the reason was that you were close, in truth your body rejected the intrusion and therefore he bruised your insides every time he hit your cervix while he felt like his cock was being torn off by your clenched walls.

"Mhmm, yes, sweet girl. Takin' me so fuckin' well. You're gonna make daddy come like this. Is that what you want?"

Once he had spoken these last words he suddenly pulled out which came so unexpectant that you widened your eyes and he then manhandled you on your stomach. Before you could understand what had happened Joel had adjusted you on your knees and pushed back inside of you taking you from behind.

You let out a cry that was muffled by the cushion your head rested against and as much as you hated to even just have this thought, you wished that he would finally stop. You couldn't uphold your facade any longer, your pussy burned, your head felt dizzy and you didn't want him to touch and treat you like this any longer.

Fuck your pride, you would ask him to stop even if it meant that he would never be rough with you again. Even if it meant that he would beat himself up afterwards thinking that he had hurt you. You would explain it to him. He hadn't done anything wrong, you just hadn't been strong enough to handle it tonight.

"J-Joel," you said a little louder your voice shaking so much that he raised his eyebrows.

"What," he hissed dangerously.

You whimpered every time his hips snapped forward pushing you deeper into the couch which made it difficult to speak but eventually you managed to press out what you wanted to say.

"P-Please, s-stop," you whined and at first you weren't certain if he had heard you. But then you felt a hand snatching your waist and he pulled up your weak body so your back was pressed to his chest. His big hand kneaded your breast while your nails scratched over his arm gesturing him that this was serious.

"I told you, babygirl. I said I wouldn't stop no matter how much you'll cry. And I won't. It hurts, doesn't it?"

A sob went past your lips and you could only nod.

"Mhmm too bad. It's supposed to hurt you, babygirl. 'Cause we ain't doin' this for you right now. We're doin' this for daddy 'n you're gonna give your body to daddy so he's gonna feel real good while you look pretty for him, mhm? How does that sound?"

He watched the side of your face while holding you tightly by wrapping his arms around your stomach and breasts, sensing how weak you were on your knees.

"I wanna hear your fuckin' voice," he breathed and spanked your left breast.

"Y-Yes," you cried, nothing but jelly in his arms and dropped your head to your chest.

"Good," he murmured through grinded teeth and kissed the back of your head. Before you were able to form another word of resistance in your head he had moved his hand to your throat to squeeze it lightly cutting off your air supply which turned out to be even worse for you physical state.

"Already fucked your brains out, huh?" he commented your mindless condition while gliding his hand between your legs to find your clit. You almost didn't notice it though, feeling numb and disconnected to your body, yet strangely being super aware of the way he hurt you with each thrust.

When you let out a croaked cry he perhaps realized that you really were in need of fresh air so he dropped you like he had suddenly changed his mind about you and you fell on your stomach again. At this point you were too powerless to even hold yourself up on your knees and luckily Joel allowed you to lay on your front.

Panic flooded your system again because you were sure you wouldn't be able to keep this up until he would come. You couldn't properly breathe and you really needed some water and a moment of peace to collect yourself. Your limbs were hurting, your tummy was aching and your mental discomfort only added to everything.

You loved Joel with all your heart and would never want anything about your relationship to change but right now he made you feel like you were being violated. Like you couldn't make him stop even if you wanted him to. Like you were his victim rather than his girlfriend.

There was only one thing left you could try. Your safe word.

You just had to bring the word out and make him hear you and then he would see the seriousness of the situation, hug you and comfort you.

You opened your mouth but no sound besides your whimpers left it and you squeezed your hands in fists forcing yourself to move your tongue.

"Rrr," you made and cursed yourself for not being able to form a word that was as easy to pronounce as 'red'. You clung to the couch as if it would clear your head and tried again.

"R-Red…," you said but weren't sure if it was actually comprehendable.

"J-Joel," you sobbed because why wouldn't he stop? You had said it, you had said the word you had hoped would never leave your mouth when Joel and you had thought of a safe word.

"R-Red," you whispered again as if it was a mantra but his pounding didn't stop. He fucked your pussy chasing his release with so much focus that he seemingly didn't hear your mumbling. You had to get the cushion out of the way in order to sound clearer but he pressed your face into the pillow and so your mobility was strongly limited.

You writhed under his grip so frustrated and devasteted now that you thought about giving up and just waiting until he had finished. And yet you repeated the safe word over and over again although you were not sure if you actually said it out loud every time or if it just happened in your head.

And then you passed out.

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Joel actually hadn't noticed any of your discomfort.

Of course he had noticed how submissive and weak you were and as much as he wished he could soothe you a little, he had promised you to be rough with you and that was what he intended to do now.

So no caressing your bare shoulder or taking your hand and instead fucking you at a punishing pace.

After he had dropped you down on your stomach again his hands dug into your hips keeping your in place for him while he bit his bottom lip at the sight of you. Your tousled hair and your pretty back that was so beautifully bent were mesmerizing and he couldn't help himself and took a handful of your hair to push your face into the cushion.

He heard you mumble something every now and then but he was truthfully too concentrated and distracted by your perfect cunt that hugged him so perfectly that he didn't pay any attention to it. He used your pussy for his enjoyment, felt how your walls fluttered around him, watched your sexy figure splayed out for him until he was eventually sent over the edge and came with a loud growl.

"Oh Jesus Christ," he moaned feeling his cum leaving his tip and filling you to the brim.

"That's a good girl," he whispered out of breath and pushed inside of you a few more times until he was sure his cum would stay inside of you.

He sighed loudly, pulled out of you and then slowly felt his mind getting to work again. He knelt down on the couch next to you and lowered himself to your head. With a lot more gentleness in his touch now he stroked your hair to the side to kiss the side of your face.

"Honey," he whispered and when he saw your closed eyes he frowned. "Baby?"

When he didn't get a reaction his blood started to pump and he saw red. New drops of sweat started to form on his forehead and his hands began to tremble. He was too full of panic now to have a straight thought and quickly pulled up your lifeless body and turned you on your back.

"Y/n, honey, come back to me," he stammered and held your face in his hands. 'What had he done??' Joel cursed to himself and ran his thumb over the area under your eyes. He stared at you, watched you with a cold numbness inside until he heard a moan.

"Y/n?" he asked his voice barely more than a breath and saw your lips move. Infinite happiness and luck washed over him that made him tear up as you blinked with your eyes a few times. Joel enclosed your hand with his and covered it with kisses while observing you with relief.

"How are you, baby?" he whispered and your pupils finally found his face.

"W-What happened?" you asked too weak to sit up straight.

"I-I think you fainted, honey. I-I… I'm so fuckin' sorry, baby, I…. I'm sorry, I was so stupid 'n I didn't notice that you were feelin' unwell, fuck, baby, I…"

He pressed your hand to his forehead and shook his head over and over again while you tried to remember what had happened.

"Are you thirsty? Hungry? Do you need anything?" Joel asked while watching you worriedly.

"Water," was all you managed to say with your weak voice and he immediately jumped to his feet to fetch you a glas of water. He assisted you and helped your shaky hands to bring the glas to your lip and then you emptied it with one sip. Then he put it on the couch table and caressed your cheek with his big thumb.

"Y/n," he rasped. "Please talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

You glanced at him still feeling shocked about the fact that you had actually fainted during sex but answered Joel.

"I can't remember everything. But I-I know that I was in pain."

His eyes had never looked sadder and a part of you instantly regretted telling him.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I can't believe that-that this happened."

His arms reached down to wrap around your shoulders and he pulled you into a careful hug almost as if he was scared he would break you. He gently pressed your head to his chest and you felt so wonderfully embraced by him that you closed your eyes getting fully lost in his strong arms and the warmth of his body. The hug filled you with fresh energy and when he helped you lay down again you felt strong enough to talk about more details of what had just happened.

"I think everything was too much. I know I said that I wanted you to be mean and I did, I really did earlier b-but… but I think it became too much and I felt so odd and-and used and I don't know, I… I didn't want it anymore and then my body reacted differently and it hurt."

He didn't answer you but you could see his eyes' reaction to every single one of your words. And you knew what was going on behind his forehead at the moment. He was beating himself up, punishing himself with his thoughts and telling himself that he was too bad of a human being to be with you. This time it was you who took his hand and you pulled it to your chest.

"I don't want you to be mad at yourself, Joel. Really. This isn't your fault and you have to believe me."

He swiftly freed his hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't you comfort me now, y/n. We're not gonna play this game."

Joel watched you for a moment like he was thinking and then searched the room.

"I'll bring you your clothes. You must be cold."

He didn't even wait for an answer and picked up your underwear, shirt and jeans and put every item on you with so much gentleness that tears gathered in the corner of your eyes again. When he was done he sat with his back against the backrest of the couch and pulled you in his lap his hand cradling the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, honey. I really am. I swear to god, I wish I could go back in time and just hit myself 'cause I was so fuckin' stupid not noticing how you were feeling 'n I'm really really sorry."

He spoke so quietly because these words were only meant for you and you unconsciously closed your eyes at the tenderness and intimacy of his voice.

"I know," you replied and held on to his broad shoulder, anything to feel more of him. "And I know you don't wanna hear it, but it's okay. I'm fine."

You felt him caressing your back and then he turned your a little so he could look at your face.

"Did you remember our safe word? You know that I'm always gonna stop when you say red."

He sounded so concerned that your heart already broke at what you had to tell him next but you wouldn't lie to him and so you watched him with eyes round as coins.

"I-I… I did. I said it but it was too quiet and you didn't hear."

His head dropped and you heard him inhale deeply.

"Fuck…," was all he whispered and you felt the urge to hold him firmly and tell him that you forgave him but it wasn't what he wanted right now and so you just enjoyed the closeness of his body while listening to his heavy panting. He needed a few minutes to collect himself but once he had he pressed yet another kiss to your brow.

"I'm sorry," he pressed clearly close to tears and you nodded. And you meant it. You weren't angry at him because it had been you who had asked him to treat you this way. And yes, he should've stopped once he had heard the safe word out of your mouth but he hadn't and so there was nothing you could blame him for. This whole mess had been painful and you definitely didn't want to go through something similar again but neither of you was responsible for it.

"I love you, Joel," you whispered hoping that it would perhaps calm him a little but he shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't say that, right now…"

"But I do. I love you so much and I'm not angry at you. You didn't hear me, how were you supposed to know that something was wrong?"

Joel shook his head again and chewed on his bottom lip.

"I should've paid attention to you more. And listen to you more closely, why do we have a safe word if I don't fucking listen to you?"

He threw his head back and bit his lower lip which looked so painful that you feared it would start to bleed soon.

"Joel. It happened and it's not ideal but I'm okay. Next time if something like this ever happens again you'll listen more carefully and then everything will be fine. We'll learn from it."

"I'll learn from it," he corrected and you rolled your eyes.

"Okay. But please don't beat yourself up now. As I said, I don't blame you and this was just a huge miscommunication."

He looked like he was thinking and put his thumb to his lower lip.

"Baby…," he breathed watching you with so much love in his eyes that you couldn't hide a little smile and Joel tightened his arms around you.

"I love you so much. It's just… You know I just hate to know that I hurt you. You deserve so much better, honey, I –" You quickly interrupted him by pressing your finger against his lips which made him stop  talking.

"Don't finish that sentence, Joel. How many times do you want me to say it? I want you. And I'm gonna want you for the rest of my life and this stupid thing doesn't change anything about this fact. Kiss me now."

He sighed and tilted his head but you needed him now and so you determindely grabbed the side of his face.

"Kiss me Joel. Please."

Of course he wouldn't make you beg for a kiss and so he leaned towards you and locked your lips. You smiled against his mouth your hands holding on to his shoulders and when he pulled back your cheeks were flushed.

"I love you."

He sighed and looked down.

"I love you, Joel," you repeated strictly and now a small chuckle left his mouth.

"I love you too, y/n. More than you can ever know."

You smiled brightly and rested with your back against his upper body.

"Then I guess everything will be fine."

[rensukepie]

DO YOU DO REQUEST???? I'm sorry if you're not:(

Going as anon, since it's Michael's bday today:) This is my first time requesting,:( birthday S3x for Michael kaiser!! Thank you if you accept it:( !!<33

┈─★ #. birthday gift! ┈─༄ m. k

contains : reader gives kaiser a blowjob :3, praise, established relationship, switch kaiser(?) (more leaning dom though ngl), german pet names ^__^, dacryphillia, reader puts a bow on it, reader calls him mihya :3, creampie, p in v, full nelson

a/n : IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ON THIS ANON :;( his birthday passed like two months ago… again like i said in my last post, i went into a FAT writers block unfortunately..

pretty boys like him deserve special birthday gifts, don’t they?

mdni

nsfw under the cut

“he’s so pretty” is what you think to yourself on the daily.

so when the 25th rolls around and all of the guests are now gone, you give him his birthday gift, something made for your pretty birthday boy and him only.

“happy birthday, mihya!” you say sweetly, handing him his gift. “open it!”

it’s a cute little card for how thankful you are for him, but there’s something else in that card, a paper that says “lift me!! :3”

and not to your surprise, he lifts it up, polaroid after polaroid of you in the most precious yet delicate lingerie sets ever! pretty lace in different colors and designs.

“do you like it, mihya?” you say, acting innocent as if you didn’t know the polaroids were there.

“you’re gonna ask me that after you just gave this to me, liebling? look how fucking hard you got me..” he says, a groan leaving his lips as he palms himself.

he likes the gift you got him, he’s so grateful for it, but what’s the fun in not teasing you?

“m’sorry mihya—! i promise i’ll make it up to you! will do anything, baby..” you knew he liked the gift, and you knew what he wanted right away, a blowjob, maybe?

┈─ ༄ ★

“your cock is so pretty, mihya…” you whisper, beads of pre leaking out of his pink tip as you rub it with your thumb before putting your tongue out to taste him, the pretty bow you added on his cock complimenting the appearance of it. “it’s so pretty with this bow here, right? ‘s like a present..”

“mmf—if you wanted to give me a blowjob for my birthday, you could’ve just said it…” he groans at your antics, the pleasure slowly taking over him, tears in your eyes as you try to take more and more of him into your mouth.

“tearing up? gotta make you practice some more…. want you to take my cock fully…”

he thinks you’re such a pretty crier on his cock! your mouth trying to take more and more of him in each time just makes him even harder.

“what a good girl you are… taking my cock so well for me, hm?” he whimpers, the feeling of your wet mouth controlling him and his pretty sounds. who knew you could have so much power over him?

“o—only f’you, mihya…” you tease as he is closer to the edge, taking him a little more deeper in your pretty mouth. “want allll of your cum tonight… please, mihya.. wanna make you feel soooooo good..”

“d—don’t say shit like that, baby… ‘s gonna make me cum if you do…” he grunts, his dominant hand pulling your hair into a ponytail tightly.

“b—but what if that’s what i want though..?” you look up at him with glossy eyes, a pout forming on your lips.

┈─ ༄ ★

“o—ohh! mihya—fuckk..!! s-slow do-o-o-o-wnnn!” you whimper. he’s got you in a full nelson position, holding you tightly by your legs to make sure you don’t fall.

“you said you wanted all of my cum tonight, right? that’s exactly what you’re gonna get… m’gonna fill you up nice and deep, yeah?” he laughs a little at your wide eyes, his cock plunging deep in your pussy, his cock kissing your cervix. “shittt—you’re so warm, schatz…”

you can’t even hear half—anything he is saying to you right now. all you can think about is his large cock pounding into your insides since it just feels so good!

“f—fuck, e—engel… gonna cum soon.. you’re gonna take it right?” he groans, thrusting his cock into your pussy once more before releasing his cum in your mouth, some of his cum dripping out of you.

“h-happy birthday, mihya…” you say, on the bed before closing your eyes to rest a little.

[celuere]

For our dear girl Mavuika.. Fucking pregnant!Fem!Reader, or with a breeding of kink? Story is up to you, you have great imagination, you'll do a perfect job, so I trust you :3

you have no idea what a soft spot i have for tender pregnant sex anon… and with mavuika wokeksnekwnewi I KNOW SHE‘D BE SO GENTLE WITH YOU, HOLDING AND CARESSING YOUR BABY BELLY AND ALL DAT OH IM SO SICK. also this turned out shorter than expected but i still hope you like it wkrbnwnrdnke

cw: pregnant sex, mavuika is SO soft for her wife ngh, mavuika has a dick here because anon and i said so!

„shhhh… relax…“, mavuika cooed as she slowly slid you drenched panties down your legs before putting them away besides her. as if she was carefully unwrapping a birthday present. a pillow placed underneath your waist to prevent you from lying flat on your back, when you happened to be six months into your pregnancy, some things have to be handled differently after all. but the tenderness she handled you with caused your heart to race nonetheless.

„is it really okay for you…?“

„of course it is… my wife has needs that have to be fulfilled… what kind of spouse were i if i just ignored these?“, she gently squeezed the plush of your thighs before pushing them apart and you didn‘t miss out on glimmer of lust blitzing up in her eyes which she quickly blinked away.

your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as your swollen belly hindered your view on her boner when she started shedding out of her clothes.

„y-you know you don‘t have to for my sake…“

„but i want to, darling. my pregnant wife wishes for some relief, then that‘s exactly what i‘m gonna do.“, her tone was firm, she wanted this just as much as you did. keeping your legs gently parted for as she leaned forward until you felt the tip of her pressing against your needy pussy and you more or less swallowed her first two inches up accident. pregnancy did some wonders to you. but maybe it was just the fact that you watched her working out for a good three hours in front of your shared house, pretending to be awfully invested in a pregnancy guide.

the sudden intrusion caused your hand to find its way into her neck, a soft whimper escaping your lips. goodness, you almost forgot what it felt like and for the first time in months mavuika felt like she was loosing control over herself. hand coming up to get a gentle hold of your baby bulge, „my star… y-you feel so unbelievably amazing… c-can i-“

„mhm- p-please…“, urging her to push deeper into you by trying to scoot closer to her. she almost melted at the sight of her pregnant wife begging for her. immediately making sure to add inch by inch and you were so incredibly welcoming to her, so wet and ready for her and yet you were clenching around her so tightly. she might as well got accepted into heaven itself.

„atta girl… i‘m not going anywhere…“, goodness you‘re gonna come alone from her sultry tone if she continued talking to you like this.

no words needed to be spoken, your wife knew exactly what needed to be done.

she started moving slowly at first, dragging her cock out before pushing her hips back forward. your moans were practically all over the place. she was soft, so incredibly tender with you as she watched you melt over her gentle pace.

„look at you, sweetie… does it feel good enough for you…? you seem to enjoy it a lot…“, your wife reached a hand over to gently cup your cheek, stroking with her thumb over your cheekbone as she stared down at her whole world.

she never knew that she‘d one day be granted with a family of her own. that the 500 years of waiting will be paying her back in the form of a… baby. but mavuika was never one to complain. ever.

„f-feels amazing…“, you grabbed onto her other hand resting on your belly almost instinctively, interlacing your fingers, giving her a tight squeeze as if she were to slip out of your touch at any given moment. you couldn‘t handle it. her dick gently pumping in and out of you, the love in her eyes, the feeling of your wedding ring against her own. the fact that she is the mother of your child.

your orgasm was soft, so incredibly intense but you didn’t start shaking when you creamed over her in a soft moan. eyes squeezing shut before she bottomed out in a low moan and then her cum painted your insides.

it felt different than before, not in a bad way. a bit more… heavy, if that makes any sense.

„o-oh archons…. y-you’re perfect… you are so perfect, sweetheart…“, praises over praises spilling over her lips as she made sure to let you both calm down first. bending down to pepper soft kithes over your face, a strong hand running over the lower side of your swollen belly, she couldn’t keep them to herself nowadays. her hands always find their way to your baby bump, no matter where or when.

„e-exaggerating as always… n-now let me get on top…“, you patted her toned shoulders in order to signal her to get off of you.

„darling… don‘t you think you are getting a bit ahead of yourself…? you shouldn’t overdo it-”

„mavuika, let me get on top.“

and you always had the last word.

[satinkizzes]

𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 - you trying to be dominant

CONTAINS, cho sangwoo, thanos, gi-hun, dae-ho, in-ho, jun-ho, salesman.

WARNINGS; porn with no plot, p in v, oral (f receiving), gun play, manhandling.

CHO SANGWOO;

You straddle his lap, pressing his wrists into the mattress with a sheepish smirk. His cock twitched inside you, and he let out a breath, tilting his head and looking at you with a small glimpse of confusion. "Stay still," vou whisper against his ear. For once, he's quiet, watching you with hooded eyes. But then, the corner of his mouth twitches, and before you can react, he flips you effortlessly.

Now he was on top, and slowly thrusted back into you, smirking down at you. "Cute," he murmurs, "but you know I don't like losing."

He loves it better when he was in control, using you to how he wanted. Who were you to decide how fast he pounded you into that mattress? How rough to go? No. He wanted full control. He reminded you of that by snapping his hips against yours mercilessly.

“You wouldn’t have been able to keep up anyways, darling.”

SEONG GI-HUN;

You push Gi-hun onto the couch, climbing over him with confidence. At first, he lets out a giggle, thinking you’re joking around. You’re used to just vanilla sex really, nothing too crazy, but you both still get satisfied.

His laughter dies as he realizes you're not joking. "Oh. Oh," he blinks, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Well, uhm, this is new?" He lets vou take control, but you can see his lips twitching like he's trying not to laugh.

"What?" you huff at him, sure, you were mad he wasn’t taking you seriously. But then, he grins, a toothy one, and leans up to places a kiss to your jaw.

"Nothing, I just... I think I like this.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, tilting your head as he left open mouthed kisses down your neck. He nodded, murmuring, “Well if you’re gonna act like this you gotta hurry up or I won’t last long.”

KANG DAE-HO;

You push Dae-ho up to the wall, hand on his jaw whilst you press your lips gently against his. He kisses you back, softly, until your hand starts trailing down his chest to his v-line, fingers pushing into his waistband.

A small murmur escapes his lips, and he breaks the kiss away slowly. He tries to pick you up, to take you over to the couch or the bed, but you grab his hand.

“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, looking up at him. He blinks down at you, lips parting. “What are you… doing?” He looked genuinely hurt actually, thinking you were turning him down.

You lean in, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Taking control?” You said blatantly. You pulled him over to the bed by his shirt, and gently pushed him down, straddling his waist.

“Uh.. I- I don’t usually…” He says nervously, hands running up and down your sides. “Don’t usually what?” You ask, pushing up his shirt. “I don’t know. Let someone else take the lead?” He replied, rutting up into you in search of some friction.

“Then it’s about time you did.” You giggle, leaning down to trail kisses all the way to his stomach.

THANOS/CHOI SU BONG;

You push Thanos back against the nearest surface, gripping his chin to force his gaze on you. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed making you this bold, or the way his messy hair looked as he rolled up another joint. He raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk on his lips. “Oh? What’s this?” he mused, with amusement.

“I’m taking control,” you murmur, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock start to twitch.

Thanos lets out a soft chuckle, but there’s something in his eyes. Curiosity, maybe even anticipation, or maybe it’s just his dilated pupils. “That so babe?” He tilts his head, his usual arrogance faltering just a little.

You trail your fingers down his chest, deliberately slow. “Problem with that?”

He exhaled, sharply, his hands flexing at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to grab you. His usual confidence seems to waver, just for a second. “No problem,” he mutters, voice a little rougher. “Just wondering how far you think you can get without me showing you how much of a little slut you are.”

“And if you’re gonna start doing all this shit, at least be good at it.” He said, his voice a tone of fake sweetness.

HWANG IN-HO;

You step closer, tilting your chin up to meet his unreadable gaze. "Sit down," you murmur, pushing lightly on his chest. You start to slowly unbuckle his belt, hands all over his waist.

His mask is off, and his lips curve in something dangerously close to amusement. "You're brave today.”he muses, a small smirk on his face as you start to work his length with your hands, gritting his teeth at the sudden touch.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion." His gloved hands grip your waist, and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Neither did I," he counters smoothly, a small smile looking up at you, trying to keep his composure.

HWANG JUN-HO;

You shove Jun-ho onto the bed, pinning him down with unexpected force. His brows lift, but his eyes stay burning into you. "You really think you can keep me here?" he asks, voice teasing. You smirk.

"Try me." He exhales sharply, his hands flexing at his sides.

Then, with zero effort, he reverses the position, trapping your wrists above your head.

"Nice try" he whispers, "but I'm a cop, sweetheart. Restraining people is my job." He starts to press kisses down your stomach, pulling at your shorts with one hand, the other holding your wrists.

Not even minutes later, you’re squirming under his mouth. “See. We both know you like it better like this, all opened up and pretty for me.”

SALESMAN;

You lean over the table, pressing a hand to his chest to keep him seated. His smirk deepens.

"Interesting," he muses. You tilt his chin up, your voice low. "No more games." It was more of a plead, not a demand, but you knew he’d see this as you being disobedient.

He chuckles, leaning in close, the gun in his hand caressing your jaw. "Oh, but this is my favorite kind of game.”

You let out a breath as he holds the back of your neck with his other hand, pulling your head back slightly. “You know trying to take control isn’t going to change anything, don’t you?”

The gun was being dragged down your body, all the way to your clothed cunt. You didn’t reply, but you knew the answer was yes.

[rigordoll]

SWEETHEART II.

contains: smut, College!AU Leon x f!reader, friends to lovers, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, a bit of praising, aftercare.

pt1 here

You were still figuring out how you ended beneath your bestfriend on his bed, you weren't complaining though.

Both of his palms were settled on each side of your head and his hips were settled between your legs as he kissed you, his lips felt heavenly on yours and all you could heard was his quiet gasps for air when he pulled away to look at you splayed beneath him so prettily.

He nibbled his bottom lip softly, the realization of what was he doing hitting him like a brick while he stared at your parted kiss-swollen lips gasping for air and then to your glistening eyes staring at him with yearn and adoration. Leon knew that there was no turning back from this point, he wanted you and you wanted him, but still... he couldn't help but doubt about himself, he didn't know if he was good enough for you, you were his best friend and he loved you alot, the idea of losing you for an stupid lustful mistake scared him, but everytime that he searched into your eyes for some sign of doubt or regret, he found none and in some way, that made him more nervous.

"Do you want to do this, Leon?" you asked softly with curiosity when you notice how unsure he looked. Leon snapped back to reality when he heard your question and it took him a moment to answer with a short nod. "I... I do, more than anything." He said in a whisper, you smiled at him and tilted your head at him.

You stared into each other eyes before your hand went to the back of his head a pulled him closer to press you lips against his in a more gentle kiss. He instantly relaxed into your touch, feeling your fingers thread into his hair comforted him in some way and before he realized, he didn't have more doubts about this because it felt right, he was not going to lose you.

It didn't surprise you when he started to get more desperate with his touches, he was tracing every curve of your body with his hands through the layers of clothes before pulling away and sitting on his knees to pull off his shirt.

You propped on your elbows to stared at his body, you could tell that Leon indeed do some exercises when your fingers reached to trace his abdomen. His muscles flexing under your touch and you looked at him with fascination, he was so gorgeous.

It didn't took long before you started to discard your own clothes too and presenting yourself to Leon just wearing a lacy pair of panties. You could tell that he was enjoying the view because of the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"You're beautiful..." He said in a whisper while looking at you before leaning to press a chaste kiss on your lips before trailing a path of wet kisses on your jaw and neck. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, it caused you goosebumps and tingling sensation on your lower tummy.

His hands were tracing your body, exploring every inch of you as his lips brushed against the valley between your breasts. He was drinking in every reaction of your body, the quiet gasps escaping from your lips, the subtle arch of you back when he trapped his lips around one your nipples.

He loved everything about you and he was definitely having the time of his life with how hard he was, the erection was pressing against his pants, begging for release but instead he focused on you.

Leon released your nipple with a wet pop before lowering his head to leave a trail of wet kisses on your tummy, he was finally approaching to the spot that you wanted him the most and you were already in heaven.

He sat on his knees and looked at you with glistening eyes, he desired at you and you couldn't help but blush at that idea. His hands went to elastic of your panties and he slid them off your legs slowly before gripped your thighs and parting your legs for him. His breath caught on his throat when he looked at your glistening folds, he wanted to taste you so bad and you could tell that by the way he licked his lips.

"may I?" He asked playfully to you which caused a giggle from you, you were dripping wet for him and still asked if he could eat you out, he was all a gentleman. "Please.." you said playfully with exciment.

He smirked at you before settling between your legs, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of your essence and even if he was dying to taste you, he was still a tease.

Kissing your inner thighs, leaving reddish marks there and avoiding the spot that you wanted the most to feel his mouth on. He could see the way that your whole clenched around nothing and your chest raised with deep heavy breaths, that pulled an smirk of him.

Finally, he gave in and spread your folds with his thumbs to find your pulsing clit. "So pretty like this, baby." He muttered, his tone filled with tease and he looked up at you through his lashes before closing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He kept eye contact with you as you sighed in pleasure and cursed under your breath.

"fuck.." you moaned quietly when he sucked on your clit and flicked his tongue against it, alternating between long laps and brushing kisses against your cunt.

Leon was most definitely enjoying your sweet taste, he closed his eyes to focus on you and your reactions. He simply looked so beautiful between you legs, humming at the taste of you and groaning when you pulled his hair to draw him closer.

You were starting to get desperate, the coiling need in your stomach building as he lapped your juices. You could see the way his hips moved subtly against the mattress to gain some friction to relieve himself, at this point you just wanted him inside you without much care.

"Leon... please, I need you." You said between breathy moans, pulling him by his hair to make him look at you. He opened his eyes and stared at you with lust filled eyes and released your clit with a wet pop. Your slickness was decorating his pink swollen lips as he breathed heavy, a cocky smirk appeared on his face when he realized the meaning behind your words and chuckled slightly before sitting on his knees to pull off his sweatpants.

Once his trousers were off, you couldn't take away your eyes from his thick and veiny cock, the tip was pink and pretty with a bead of pre-cum decorating it. Your lips parted slightly at the view and you swallowed with exciment. You've never seen a cock so pretty like Leon's, really.

"So... do we get into it?" Leon asked teasingly, knowing the effect that he had on you and when he saw you nodding with exciment he couldn't help but chuckled slightly. "eager, aren't we?" he teased, guiding his cock by the base to glide it between your wet folds, "Oh shut up.." you said while sighing with pleasure, he was so cocky.

Leon smirked at your answer and he made sure to press his tips against your swollen clit to heard your little needy whine. Once his cock was nice and slick, he pressed the tip of his hard cock against your entrance, his hand went to caress your thigh to distract you from the sting as his cock slid into you slowly, you didn't put resistance since it wasn't hurting but the stretch was definitely there.

"There we go.." Leon said it a soft grunt when he was finally buried into your wet and tight cunt, it felt heavenly the way that you clenched around him and it took all his willpower to not ravish you right there. He give you some time to adjust to the size, one of his hands was still caressing your thigh and the other was planted beside your head gripping the sheets. His body pressed against yours when he leaned to leave some kisses on your neck, his breath against your hot skin. "You feel so good, fuck.." He muttered quietly when he started to grind his hips against yours, his pelvis was brushing against your clit and fuck did it feel good.

You would bite your lower lip to kept your noises down but Leon wanted to heard every little noise you made. "Oh no, baby... I want to hear you." He said while looking at you with desire.

His hand that was on your thigh made you wrap your leg around his hip to give a better position so he could reach deeper into you. His hips started drive into you harder, cock sliding in and out of you and he made sure to angle his hips to hit that gummy spot inside you that made you see stars.

Your moans started to fill his room and he just grunted and whimpered against the flushed skin of your neck. Your nails were digging into his back, adding an sting sensation in his skin. He loved it.

The sound of the wet squelching of your pussy was absolutely pornographic, so were the words that Leon muttered into your ear. "fuck, pussy so good..." He moaned, your walls clenching around him like you didn't want to let him go. "so fucking tight." He groaned into your neck, your perfume filling his nostrils, it was completely addicting.

You couldn't deny it, you were getting closer and Leon could feel it by the way you were arching and tensing against him. He slid his free hand between your bodies to find your neglected clit and started to rub it in small circular motions. That made you roll your eyes and whine, the pleasure building in your lower tummy as you held onto him like your life depended of it.

"fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum.." you said between moans and Leon was quick to press his lips against yours in a desperate kiss as you cried of pleasure. The burning knot in your tummy snapping as you came, you walls convulsing around him and it took all Leon's will power to not come into you since your cunt was milking him, your toes curling and your back arching against him.

You swear that you went deaf for a few seconds with the white hot pleasure pulsing across your body. When you finally came back from your high, Leon pulled off of you and came on your tummy after a few jerks of his hand. He looked so beautiful like that, not gonna lie, it was hot.

Leon's breath was heavy and looked down at you, you were covered in a light layer of sweat, your hair was messy and your chest heaved while you tried to recover your breath. "You look beautiful like this." Leon said between his heavy breaths, that cocky smirk playing on his face that made you blush.

He took his time to clean your tummy with a towel before finally laying next to you and held you in his arms. you found yourself comfortable in his embrace while he kissed your forehead and told you how precious you were.

"Why didn't we do this before?" you asked with amusement and Leon chuckled slightly. "right? it was amazing..." He said softly while nuzzling into your hair.

it was so comfortable and right being with Leon, you definitely didn't regret this.

hey... I hope this isn't bad, it's my first time writing smut 😭

[luvfae]

CENTRE STAGE

summary: you’re thanos favourite backup dancer, the catch? you don’t want him. well… you like to pretend you don’t.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: this is a long one, smut, oral (reader receiving), fingering, choking, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy), swearing

The bass reverberated through the stadium, shaking the floor beneath your feet. You moved with the beat, body fluid, perfectly in sync with the other dancers. It was muscle memory at this point—hours of grueling rehearsals had carved the choreography into your bones.

And then there was Thanos.

Center stage. Soaking up the spotlight like he was born in it.

You weren’t blind—you knew he was attractive. Tall, sharp jawline, dark eyes that glinted with mischief and something more dangerous underneath. His presence was undeniable, the kind of charisma that made people lose their minds over him.

But you weren’t one of those people.

Which was why, when he shot you a cocky smirk mid-performance, you rolled your eyes and looked away.

You missed the slight falter in his steps.

Backstage was chaos. Sweat, adrenaline, the quick shuffle of dancers moving between costume changes. You were peeling off your jacket when you felt someone step into your space.

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

You turned, already knowing who it was.

Thanos stood in front of you, arms crossed, a glistening sheen of sweat on his forehead. His shirt clung to him, damp with exertion, and he smelled like expensive cologne and stage lights.

You raised a brow. “Which position? Because if you mean backup dancing, I worked my ass off to be here.”

His smirk widened. “I meant being this close to me.”

You scoffed. “Oh, my mistake. Guess I should start trembling.”

His smile faltered for a second, just a flicker, before he leaned in slightly. “Most girls do.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Poor things.”

His eyes darkened, scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out. Like he was waiting for the moment you’d break and melt for him like everyone else did.

You didn’t.

“Not interested?” he mused, voice lower now, intrigued.

“Not even a little bit.”

A lie. But he didn’t need to know that.

He huffed a laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Alright. Cool. I like a challenge.”

You turned to leave, but before you could, he caught your wrist—lightly, not enough to force you, but enough to make you pause.

“You should probably know,” he said, voice softer now, a little more serious, “I always get what I want.”

You looked at him, at the smug confidence in his face, and smirked.

“Not this time, superstar.”

And then you pulled away.

He let you go, watching as you walked off, and for the first time in his life—

Thanos realized he was the one being left wanting.

—

He had you switched the next day.

You saw it on the rehearsal schedule. Your name, suddenly paired with his for the partner sections of the choreography.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. Unbelievable.

When you walked onto the stage, Thanos was already waiting.

“You’re a child,” you told him flatly.

He grinned. “I’m resourceful.”

“You had me switched out just so you could put your hands on me?”

He shrugged. “Now you’re getting it.”

You crossed your arms. “You know, normal people just ask someone out when they’re interested.”

He tilted his head, considering. “Yeah, but normal people also get rejected.”

You scoffed. “Which is exactly what’s happening right now.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. “Yeah? Then why are you still standing here?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it.

Damn him.

Damn his stupid, arrogant, cocky ass.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, the split second of uncertainty, and he fucking grinned.

“Relax,” he murmured, dragging a slow gaze down your body. “Let’s just dance.”

You exhaled through your nose, glaring. “Fine. But if you get handsy, I’m kneeing you in the balls.”

He laughed. “Noted.”

The music kicked in, bass heavy, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. You forced yourself to focus, rolling your shoulders, letting the beat settle into your body.

You had done this a million times before—picked up new choreography, adjusted to new formations, worked around whatever ridiculous creative decisions the higher-ups made. But this?

This was different.

Because now you had to dance around Thanos like he was some untouchable god, like he was the center of gravity and you were just one of his planets orbiting him.

And he knew it.

The smug bastard was eating it up.

“Alright,” the choreographer called. “Let’s take it from the top—Y/N, remember, you’re leading this section now. The energy needs to be different, more intense. It’s about power and temptation.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek.

Power and temptation.

Great.

You got into position, your back to Thanos as the music restarted. Your movements were sharp, precise, every beat landing exactly where it needed to. You could feel him behind you, his presence heavy, but you ignored it—until the routine called for you to step into him.

You turned, moving into position, only for him to place his hands on your waist a second too early.

Too early, and definitely not necessary.

Your breath hitched. You felt his fingers, warm through the thin material of your top, his touch firm—possessive.

“Timing,” you snapped, twisting out of his grip.

His lips curled. “Felt right to me.”

You exhaled sharply. “Try again. And keep your hands where they’re supposed to be.”

He didn’t.

The next section had you circling him, tracing the shape of his body with your own, never touching but close enough to tease. It was supposed to be a push and pull, a careful balance of restraint and tension.

Except Thanos had no restraint.

Every time you moved past him, he found some excuse to touch you—a palm sliding over the small of your back, fingertips grazing your hip, knuckles brushing against your stomach. None of it was in the choreography.

And it was pissing you off.

Not because you didn’t like it.

Because you did.

And that made it worse.

You gritted your teeth, pressing forward with the routine, trying to pretend you weren’t hyperaware of his every move, his every breath.

Then came the final part—the part where you were supposed to sink against him, his arm wrapping around you, bodies molding together as the music reached its climax.

He pulled you in.

Too close.

Closer than necessary.

You felt his breath against your ear, his chest solid against your back, his grip firm like he was daring you to pull away.

You didn’t.

Not immediately, anyway.

“Problem?” he murmured, voice low.

You swallowed, heat licking up your spine. “Yeah. You don’t know how to follow a damn routine.”

He chuckled, his breath warm. “Or maybe I just don’t like rules.”

You twisted in his arms, pushing against his chest, forcing space between you. “Try following them for once, superstar. Or find yourself another dance partner.”

His gaze flickered with something dark. Something hungry.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“No,” he said. “I think I’ll keep you.”

Your stomach flipped.

You scowled, shoving him harder this time, ignoring the way your pulse hammered in your throat.

“Do your job,” you warned, stepping back. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

Thanos just grinned.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He tapped his chest, smirking. “Star of the show.” Then, with a slow, deliberate glance, he pointed at you. “Backup dancer.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, rolling your eyes as you stepped back into position. Fine. If he wanted your attention so damn badly, he was going to regret it.

You had a new mission now: Make this the worst dance of his life.

The music started up again, and you turned your smirk into something sultry, something playful. If he wanted you dancing around him like he was a god, you’d do it—but you’d do it on your terms.

Every movement became sharper, more exaggerated. You dragged your fingertips across his chest when you were only supposed to graze past him. Your hips swayed a little too deliberately, your gaze lingering just a second too long. You danced around him like a tease, like a challenge, like you knew exactly what he wanted and were dangling it just out of reach.

And Thanos noticed.

His smirk faltered. His jaw tightened.

He was good at playing it cool, but you could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers flexed every time your body got too close.

So you pushed it further.

At a part where you were supposed to circle around him, you let your breath fan over his neck, close enough that he could feel the heat of it. When he placed his hand on your waist—because of course he did, even though it wasn’t in the damn routine—you leaned into it just enough to make it seem deliberate before slipping away.

His grip tightened before he let go.

Good.

By the time the song ended, you were barely holding back a smirk. You could feel the tension radiating off him, could see the way he adjusted his stance like his pants were suddenly too tight.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” the choreographer clapped, beaming. “That was the energy we needed! Y/N, you nailed it—flirtatious, powerful, you owned that stage.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, feigning innocence. “Oh? Just following directions.”

Thanos shot you a look, half-amused, half-something darker. He licked his lips, stepping closer, voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna play it like that, huh?”

You tilted your head, blinking up at him with faux sweetness. “Play what?”

His fingers brushed against your hip—not part of the routine, again. His voice dropped even lower, a husky whisper against your ear.

“Careful, sweetheart. Keep this up, and I won’t just be touching you for show.”

Your stomach flipped, but you didn’t let him see it. You stepped back, letting your smirk break free as you walked away.

—

The bass thrummed beneath your feet as you stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd nearly deafening. Bright lights, pulsing music, energy crackling in the air—showtime.

You had spent the entire day learning new choreography, perfecting every movement, every step, every fucking touch. And now? Now it was time to perform.

And him?

Thanos was already watching you like a predator.

You felt his gaze before you even looked at him. The heat of it. The weight. And when you finally did look, you swore you could see the exact moment he realized he was fucked.

Because his jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. His tongue flicked out over his lips, slow and deliberate.

Yeah. He was done for.

You weren’t even doing anything yet—just walking into position in your tiny black shorts and your cropped tank that rode up every time you so much as took a breath.

His gaze dragged over your bare legs, over the slope of your waist, over the sliver of skin just above your waistband. Lingering.

And then he laughed—low, under his breath—but you caught it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, just for himself.

Your lips twitched. Got him.

The music kicked in, and suddenly, you were moving. The energy of the crowd fueled you, the beat guiding you. Every motion was sharper, smoother, more deliberate.

And Thanos?

He was distracted.

Distracted by the way your body twisted and rolled, by the way your hands skimmed over your own thighs, by the way you met his gaze with something daring in your eyes.

He was supposed to be the star of the show.

But right now? Right now, it was you.

By the time the first chorus hit, you had made your way over to him, dancing around him like you were made to, your hands ghosting over his shoulders, his chest—only to pull away at the last second, teasing, tempting.

And he hated it.

Hated it because he wanted more.

You could tell by the way he reacted. How he leaned in, how his hands twitched to touch you, how his breathing hitched when you got a little too close.

So, naturally, you pushed it.

When his hand landed on your waist you let him feel you for just a second before spinning away.

The smirk on his face faltered for a half-second. And then he recovered, shaking his head, chuckling under his breath like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Like you were the one who had the upper hand.

And when the song ended, when the stage went dark for the next set change, he wasted zero time grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him.

Your chest heaved, breath still uneven from the performance. “Am I throwing you off?”

His grip on your wrist tightened—just enough to make you feel it.

He leaned in, voice low, rough. “Not even close.”

His gaze dropped, flickering to your lips, down your throat, lingering at the band of your shorts

Your pulse jumped.

But you refused to let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, lashes fluttering as you murmured, “Didn’t think so.”

His jaw flexed. A slow inhale through his nose. A flick of his tongue over his teeth.

And then—the stage lights flashed back on, bathing everything in a blinding glow.

Your smirk deepened as you slipped just out of reach.

—

The moment the show ended, you vanished. You didn’t stick around to let him come find you. You were done with the game for now—just another part of the routine. You didn’t owe him anything, especially after how he’d been acting on stage.

You’d slipped back to your dressing room, changed quickly, and made your way to your hotel room, not once looking back. He wouldn’t find you so easily.

But that wasn’t the Thanos you knew.

An hour later, there was a knock on your hotel door. Soft at first, then louder, more insistent. Each thud felt like it was pounding through your skull. You held your breath, hoping he’d go away, but you knew he wouldn’t.

You hesitated, trying to keep calm as you made your way to the door. Slowly, you turned the handle, peeking through the crack just enough to see his tall figure standing there, staring you down with that dark, intense gaze that you knew was enough to melt any woman—except for you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, voice cold and flat.

He didn’t waste a second. The door was shoved open as he forced his way past you, his body towering over yours, blocking any chance of escape.

“You think you can just disappear like that?” he growled, his voice raw with frustration. “You think I won’t come after you?”

You crossed your arms, trying to remain unfazed. “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to follow me.”

His eyes flashed, and for a brief moment, you saw the dangerous fire in them—something you’d only caught glimpses of before.

“You really think that?” he said, voice low and steady now, each word coming with a weight that was unmistakable. “You think I’m just gonna let you walk away, let you treat me like some damn game?”

“You’re the one making it a game,” you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just playing along. Didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.”

He took a step closer, and your back hit the wall, a tiny gasp escaping your lips. You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch.

“You think this is just a game to me?” His hand shot out, gripping your wrist, his fingers tightening until it almost hurt. “What the fuck do you think you’ve been doing to me all this time?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I’m not your fucking toy, Thanos,” you said, each word laced with challenge.

His lips curled into a half-smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You might not be, but you’re sure as hell mine right now.”

“You’re a womanizer,” you hissed, pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to make him back off. “What makes you think I’d let you have me? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me, you freak.”

He smirked, his hands brushing along your side with that infuriating confidence that made you want to rip his arrogance right off his face.

“Really?” he murmured, his lips curling into that taunting grin you were so damn familiar with. “Tell me to leave then.”

You stared up at him, your chest heaving, pulse quickening with the tension between you. He was close—too close—and you were burning under the weight of his stare, but you didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You couldn’t fight it any longer.

Instead, your hands fisted his shirt, tugging him down to you. Your lips collided with his in a desperate, hungry kiss, more forceful than anything you’d ever let yourself give before.

You hated him for making you want him. You hated how his arrogance seemed to draw you in even more. But as much as you fought it, you couldn’t deny the heat flooding your body, the way he made you feel alive—even if it meant giving in to all the things you knew you shouldn’t want.

His response was immediate, his hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced your lips before sliding in, taking control in that way he always did, and you couldn’t stop yourself from responding, from giving in.

When he pulled away, his breath ragged, his face was inches from yours, his lips swollen and glistening from the kiss. “Knew you wanted it,” he said, voice low and rough.

Your chest tightened. You should’ve said something. Should’ve pushed him away, but the truth was, you didn’t want to. Not now. Not with the way your body was burning from the inside out.

He moved his hands down your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head in one fluid motion. You were left standing in front of him, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and for a moment, you hated how exposed you felt.

But then his hands were on your skin again, hot and possessive, trailing over your bare body, making you shiver as he kissed along your neck, his lips grazing your skin like he couldn’t get enough of you. And suddenly, all those reservations you’d had, all those walls you’d put up, seemed to disappear into the haze of lust and want.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and you didn’t have to say a word. He could see it in your eyes—the same hunger, the same need.

Before you knew it, he had you flat against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed into you, his lips back on yours with a fierce urgency. And you didn’t fight it. Not this time.

He broke away for a moment, his voice rough, but controlled. “Tell me you want this. Say it.”

Your hands ran up his chest, your nails scraping over his skin as you tugged him back down. “I want you,” you murmured, your voice laced with that desperate edge he’d been waiting for. “Kiss me.”

Thanos didn’t hesitate. The second the words left your mouth, his lips crashed into yours again, all teeth and heat and raw desperation. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed his body flush against yours.

You felt everything—the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the unmistakable hardness between his legs as he ground against you, making you gasp into his mouth.

His hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides, gripping your thighs as he lifted you higher against the wall. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his purple, sweat-dampened hair, tugging just enough to hear him groan.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into your skin. "You drive me fucking insane, you know that?"

You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. "Yeah? And whose fault is that?"

His laugh was low, dark, full of something dangerous. His grip on you tightened, and in one swift motion, he carried you across the room, dropping you onto the hotel bed with a smirk of his own.

"Mine," he admitted, voice rough as he hovered over you, his gaze raking over your body like he was memorizing every inch. "Because I should've had you the moment you rolled your eyes at me."

Your heart pounded, heat pooling between your thighs as he pressed a knee between them, teasing, testing. "And now?" you challenged, breathless.

He tilted his head, watching you with that arrogant, knowing smirk. "Now?" His fingers traced the waistband of your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric just enough to make you squirm. "Now I don't plan on stopping."

You arched your back as his lips trailed down your throat, his hands exploring, claiming, making it clear that this wasn't just some meaningless hookup to him.

This was a warning.

A promise.

A fucking declaration.

And god help you, you wanted all of it.

“You still think I’m a womanizer?” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

You arched into him, biting back a whimper as his teeth scraped over your pulse point. “You’re still a cocky bastard.”

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “But you like it.”

You did. And that pissed you off.

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened.

“Gladly.”

Thanos kissed you like he was trying to consume you, like he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of your body. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise.

You gasped as he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress with his body. “You act so fucking tough,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “But I see right through you.”

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands slipping beneath your shorts, fingertips burning against your bare skin. He pulled your pants down your legs, his eyes dark as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand down your spine before yanking your panties off in one swift motion. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I met you. Walking around in those fucking short. The bane of my existence, babe.”

Your breath hitched when he trailed his fingers between your legs, teasing, taking his time just to watch you squirm.

“Thanos—”

He forced your face to the side, silencing you with a kiss, swallowing your moans as he pushed his fingers inside you, moving slow, deliberate, dragging out every reaction he could get.

“Look at you,” he groaned, lips brushing against your jaw. “So fucking wet for me.”

You hated how easy this was for him—how he could unravel you with just a touch, just a look. You wanted to fight him, to push back, to pretend you were still in control.

But then he slid his fingers out, flipping you onto your back, replacing them with his tongue, and all coherent thought disappeared.

You arched off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair as he pinned your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wanted. His name left your lips in a broken moan, your body trembling beneath him as he devoured you like he was starving.

And he didn’t stop. Not even when you came, not even when you tried to push him away, too sensitive, too overwhelmed. He just held you there, dragging you through another wave of pleasure until you were a gasping, shaking mess beneath him.

Only then did he pull away, his lips slick, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, voice rough as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on top of you again, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, making you whine in frustration.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

You swallowed hard, pride clashing with desperation. You wanted to make him beg. You wanted to be the one in control.

But then he pushed in just an inch, stretching you open, making your head fall back with a strangled moan.

“Fuck—Thanos, please.”

That was all it took.

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, making you cry out, your nails digging into his back. He was thick, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace from the start, fucking into you like he was trying to break you.

And maybe he was.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, biting down on your shoulder as he slammed into you over and over, pulling out just enough to make you desperate before driving back in. “So fucking tight, taking me so well.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, your walls clenching around him as pleasure coiled in your stomach. You didn’t care about control anymore. You didn’t care about anything except the way he felt inside you, stretching you, ruining you.

“Thanos—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned, his grip tightening on your hips, his thrusts growing rougher. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

And you did. Hard. Your body clenched around him as you cried out his name, pleasure crashing over you in waves. But he wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm, his pace relentless, chasing his own release.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Thanos had you on your knees, pressing your chest against the mattress with a firm hand on your back. His other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he positioned himself behind you.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, running his palm over the curve of your ass before delivering a sharp smack that made you gasp. “Made to be fucked.”

You shivered, anticipation making your whole body tense. He spread you open, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing, making you whimper.

“Thanos—I can’t,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears welled in your eyes. Your body was spent, trembling, overstimulated beyond reason. You had already come three times—three, and yet he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured against your ear, his voice dark, coaxing, dripping with lust. His fingers stroked lazy circles over your clit, making you jolt, your body betraying you despite the desperate plea on your lips. “Just one more. For me.”

“I—”

He didn’t let you finish. With one rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you wide, forcing your body to take all of him. A strangled moan ripped from your throat as he bottomed out, his fingers tightening on your hips.

"You can take it," he whispered, kissing the side of your neck as he fucked you right past your limits. "I know you can."

You couldn’t muster up a single word, instead you sobbed in pleasure and pain. You were so overstimulated, but fuck, it felt so good.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, rolling his hips, making you feel every inch of him. “You like this, don’t you? Being bent over, fucked like you belong to me.”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But then he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had you gripping the sheets, struggling to stay upright.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice low, dangerous.

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your walls fluttering around him. “I love it.”

“That’s my girl.”

He fucked you harder, his grip bruising, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the ragged moans you couldn’t hold back.

One of his hands slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had you trembling beneath him.

“You gonna come for me again?” he growled, his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he fucked into you. “Wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

You couldn’t hold back. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body tightening around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Thanos groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. He slammed into you one last time before spilling inside you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your head spin.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled, your breaths heavy. Then he leaned in, pressing a rough kiss to your shoulder.

"I hope I didn’t ruin you," he murmured.

But he had. Completely.

—

The next morning, you woke up sore in the best way possible, tangled in expensive hotel sheets that smelled like him. The space next to you was empty, but the indent in the mattress was still warm.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. Fuck. What the hell did you just do?

The sound of the bathroom door opening made you jolt upright. Thanos emerged, towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water sliding down his chest. He caught your gaze and smirked.

“Morning, señorita,” he drawled.

You scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair as he walked over to the bed. “You’re grumpy in the morning. Cute.”

You glared at him. “You should leave.”

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. Then he recovered, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “You sure about that?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure at all.

Thanos watched you carefully, reading every flicker of hesitation in your eyes. You hated that about him—how easily he could see through you.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice wasn’t as sharp as you wanted it to be. “I’m sure.”

A beat of silence. Then, he exhaled a quiet laugh. “Liar.”

Your jaw clenched. “Thanos—”

“You’re gonna pretend last night didn’t happen?” He tilted his head, voice low and taunting. “Or just pretend you didn’t love every fucking second of it?”

Heat crept up your neck, shame and frustration tangling together in a way that made you feel sick. You didn’t answer, just pulled the sheets tighter around yourself.

Thanos clicked his tongue, his fingers brushing your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “I’ll go,” he murmured, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “For now.”

Your breath caught. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, leaning in just enough that his lips ghosted over yours. “You’ll see.”

Then, before you could say another word, he was gone.

You sat there, staring at the door long after it clicked shut, your pulse hammering in your throat.

Fuck.

You had a terrible, sinking feeling that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

[trippiexlove]

Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

[sissylittlefeather]

Daddy Loves His Baby

A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?

Here is part 1, and here is part 2.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.3k

“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”

“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.

“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.

“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.

“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.

“Honey, you have no reason to be–”

“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”

You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.

“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.

“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.

“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.

“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.

“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.

“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”

You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”

He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.

“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”

He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.

“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.

“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.

“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”

He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.

“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.

“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”

******

The End

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[00valentina-writes00]

nsfw alpahbet w/ ellie?

♡♥︎NSFW Alphabet – Ellie Williams♥︎♡

A = Aftercare

Ellie is clingy as hell after sex. Flushed cheeks, arms wrapped around you, burying her face in your chest as she catches her breath. She’ll mumble something soft like, “That was so fuckin’ good, babe.” Loves when you play with her hair or trace little circles on her back while she melts into you. If you get her water? She’s in love.

B = Body Part

On you? Your hands. She’s obsessed. The way they grip her hips, tug her closer, slide between her legs—she shudders thinking about it. On herself? Her thighs. She loves the way they tense up when she’s close, and she loves when you hold them apart just to tease her.

C = Cum

Ellie soaks through everything. Your fingers, your face, the sheets—she’s a mess. She gets embarrassed about it, hiding her face while mumbling, “Fuck, I made such a mess, didn’t I?” Loves when you run your fingers through it, teasing her about how wet she is.

D = Dirty Secret

She gets off on the thought of being recorded. She’d never actually ask, but the idea of watching herself get wrecked later makes her squirm. If you ever whisper, “Wish I could film how pretty you look right now,” she’s done for.

E = Experience

Ellie knows what she’s doing, but it’s more about instinct than skill. She’s a quick learner, picking up what you like fast. The first time? She was a nervous wreck, fumbling a little, but once she got into it? That natural desperation took over.

F = Favorite Position

Anything where she doesn’t have to do much work. Loves when you pin her wrists down, straddle her hips, and take what you want. She also loves laying back while you eat her out, thighs trembling, body arching into your mouth.

G = Goofy

Ellie can’t help but crack a joke. If she moans a little too loud, she’ll giggle and be like, “Damn, that was embarrassing.” But if you tell her to shut up and take it? She’s instantly back in the moment.

H = Hair

Definitely has a little bit of hair down there—she’s not super meticulous about it, but she keeps it tidy. A little scruffy, but soft. The first time you went down on her, she was worried about it, but when you moaned against her? Yeah, she stopped caring.

I = Intimacy

Depends on her mood. Sometimes she’s needy, whimpering, clutching at you, begging for more. Other times, she wants it desperate and messy, grip-tightening, nails-digging, teeth-clashing. Either way, it’s always intense.

J = Jack Off

Ellie masturbates a lot. She’s got zero self-control when it comes to thinking about you. If you leave for a few days? She’s in bed, hand between her legs, whispering your name. She won’t admit it, but if you ask her how many times she did it while you were gone? Her face goes red.

K = Kink

Loves being pinned down and controlled. Hand on her throat? She’s putty. Loves being teased until she’s a whimpering mess. Also? Overstimulation wrecks her. If you keep going after she’s come? She’s sobbing, trembling, begging for mercy.

L = Location

Loves anywhere private where she can be loud. She’s not great at being quiet, so a bedroom is best. But? If you pull her into an empty room, cover her mouth, and fuck her anyway? She’s ruined.

M = Motivation

Whisper in her ear. Say something filthy. Brush your fingers between her legs and act innocent. Tell her she’s yours, that she looks so good like this. That’s it. She’s gone.

N = No

Ellie isn’t into being too rough. She loves a little dominance, sure, but anything that feels degrading? Not for her. She also won’t fully dom. Ever. If you try to get her to? She’s laughing in your face.

O = Oral

Loves receiving. She gets so whiny when you eat her out, thighs twitching, hands gripping the sheets, whimpering your name. Tries to return the favor, but she’s way too eager, all sloppy tongue and muffled moans.

P = Pace

If she’s in charge? She’s slow, teasing, dragging it out. But if you’re in control? She’s squirming, gasping, begging for you to go faster.

Q = Quickie

She’s not against them, but she prefers taking her time. If you push her against the wall and slide your hand down her pants? She’s not complaining.

R = Risk

Ellie loves new things, but she gets shy about asking. If you introduce something new? She might tease you about it at first, but she’s secretly so into it.

S = Stamina

She comes quick, but she can go a few rounds. She’s so sensitive after her first orgasm, panting, thighs trembling—but if you tell her you’re not done? She’ll take it.

T = Toys

She pretends she doesn’t like toys. But the first time you used a vibrator on her? She was a mess within minutes, clutching the sheets, gasping your name. Now? She acts like she doesn’t need it, but the second you bring it out? She’s already spreading her legs.

U = Unfair

She loves teasing, but she hates being teased. If you edge her for too long? She’s whining, trembling, begging for you to let her come. She gets bratty about it, too—until you shut her up.

V = Volume

Ellie is so fucking loud. Whimpering, moaning, gasping your name like a prayer. Tries to bite her lip to stay quiet, but it never works.

W = Wild Card

She likes it when you tell her what to do. If you say, “Touch yourself for me,” and sit back to watch? Her whole body shudders. She’ll start slow, eyes locked onto yours, breath hitching every time you praise her.

X = X-ray

Ellie is pretty. Neatly trimmed hair, soft skin, slick and warm. She’s so sensitive, too—the second your tongue touches her, she’s already trembling.

Y = Yearning

Ellie’s sex drive is ridiculous. If you so much as look at her a certain way, she’s already squirming. If you ever tell her “You’re so needy, huh?” She gets so embarrassed—but she doesn’t deny it.

Z = Zzzz

After sex? She’s dead. She’ll mumble something sweet, press a lazy kiss to your shoulder, and pass the fuck out. If you try to wake her up? Good luck.

[starryjake]

hi sweetie i believe this is my first ever ask sent to you but i have some thoughts......sub fuma being all tied up and blindfolded while you have your way with him

honestly all i need is a tall muscular man who cries prettily and im all set to go

hi bae 🤭

PLSPLSPLS FUMA LET ME TIE YOU UP!! like i just know he’d look so pretty like that, lying in your bed with a blindfold across his eyes. his hair would be all messy, his cheeks red, his abs clenching and glistening with sweat while you stroked his cock painfully slowly.

“p-please,” he stuttered out, blindly reaching out for you.

“please what?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over his red tip. “i’m touching you. what more could you want?”

“want your pussy,” he sighed out. “need to be inside you so f-fucking bad.”

he was nearly to the point of tears. hell, maybe if you’d taken off the blindfold then you would’ve found that he was crying, but that was just what you wanted. you wanted to make him melt, to break down his strong barrier and make him beg for you to give him what he really wanted. and that was just what you were doing.

“awh,” you cooed out, caressing his blushing face. “why? is my hand not good enough?”

“i-it’s good,” he whispered. “but i don’t wanna cum like this. wanna cum inside you. please.”

he sounded so pretty when he begged and your body knew that. you had to squeeze your thighs together to numb the ache that was building up. you wanted him as bad as he needed you.

without a word, you undressed your lower half before straddling his lip and sinking down on his twitching cock.

fuma moaned out in surprise, throwing his head back. what also took him by surprise was how quickly he came, which was immediately when he bottomed out inside you.

thrashing, he gripped your hips and thrusted about two times before he was spilling his giant load deep inside you. sure, it was pathetic, but it was perhaps the hottest sight you’d ever seen.

[tangerineliqu0r]

Then It is a Good Dream

(Gil-Galad x reader)/(Sauron/Annatar x reader)

You were the only member of the envoy sent to warn Lord Celebrimbor of Sauron's disguise to make it to Eregion. Unfortunately, Sauron beat you there. You feel bound to Eregion by duty and find a welcome reprieve from the darkness in your dreams.

if you prefer reading on ao3

Warnings: smut (p in v, breeding, oral f receiving, dream sex?), noncon, manipulation bc its Annatar, Sauron is evil so so evil, reader is not winning

authors note: I definitely have more of an ending in mind for this if anyone is interested in a second or third part, it did end rather abruptly but I wanted to keep it under 5k

You arrived in Eregion on what felt like the hundredth day of rain. You were wounded and sopping wet, and your long hair stuck to your sallow cheeks. The journey from Lindon had not been easy. Orcs had slain the other elves with you, and you had managed to escape, though not without damage. You had been sent along as a guard for those carrying the message because you knew the truth of Halbrand’s identity. Now, you had one arm wrapped around your torso, holding yourself together, but just barely.

You stumbled in through the gates, searching for a familiar face among the guards who had run to you in alarm. Of course, you and the others had been warned of dangers on the roads, with orcs becoming ever stronger and present in the lands. The warning did not matter now, though, only the information you carried. Beyond the fear of death, you worried more that Sauron had already reached Lord Celebrimbor, in one form or another, to convince him to forge more rings.

You could not focus on the guard hauling you inside, your mind still swimming with worry for Lord Celebrimbor. Your mind was hazy with blood loss and the reminder of your duty.

When you woke, the first thing you noticed was the thick bandages wrapped around your torso. The second was that someone had washed and brushed the muddy mats out of your hair. Their efforts to return you to some semblance of care brought life you didn’t know you still carried back into your body. You had believed the wound would be fatal and had tirelessly traveled with no thoughts of your health and only of delivering your message.

“She should be awake now my Lord.” The sound of voices draws your attention to the door.

When the door opens, the kind face of Lord Celebrimbor graces your vision. He looks at you rather pityingly before your attention is drawn to an unfamiliar elf behind him. Golden hair drapes his shoulders, and he is dressed in dark robes. His face is unsettlingly calm. He stands behind Lord Celebrimbor with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the Lord with a blank gaze.

“My Lord Celebrimbor,” you greet him, attempting to sit up, though your weak body is wracked with a cough as you do.

“Be still, child; rest. Our healers have tended to your wounds. You are safe now.” He approaches your bed, resting a calming hand on your shoulder, though you know it is to prevent you from trying to rise again.

“I come from Lindon, bearing news, my Lord.” You start again, this time steadying your voice. “The rings have been successful; the great tree is healing.” Your eyes flit between the unnamed elf and Lord Celebrimbor, and you sink deeper into the heavy sheets as you speak, letting the weight dissipate from your body. You hope that to all present, it conveys your relief at telling them the news.

Lord Celebrimbor lights up at the news. His soft smile turns broad, and you cannot help the soft quirk of your lips in response. The unnamed elf with him smirks slightly before schooling his features. Lord Celebrimbor seems to notice your gaze and clears his throat before speaking. “This is Lord Annatar, my lady. He is a messenger of the Valar, a maia here to grant us his wisdom in the times to come.” He smiles at the elf looking at him with a deep kinship.

“The Lord of Gifts.” You speak slowly and your eyes flit back to the tall, fair-faced elf. Yes, this was him. You were sure of it. His eyes were cool, empty, and unsettling, his features too perfect. He was not the Lord of this Kingdom, yet he seemed to command the very air in which he breathed. Yes, you were sure that this pretender Annatar was Halbrand and, in turn, Sauron. And unluckily, it looked like he had Lord Celebrimbor wrapped around his pretty finger. The High King Gil-Galad had been right to send you along with those who had carried the message.

“Rest now, my child. Heal.” Celebrimbor is happy with the news you have delivered. Neither man notices the wariness in your voice. The two of them chat together softly as they leave your room. They speak of the forge, and Celebrimbor seems especially excited about your news and its prospects for his future work.

You lay in your bed alone when they are gone, finally able to breathe and think freely. You knew, based on the few observations of the interactions between the Lord Celebrimbor and Annatar, that you would not be able to free Lord Celebrimbor from him. His trust had been freely given. He had no reason to mistrust Annatar, and you feared that convincing him otherwise would be impossible. You worried for the Lord of Eregion, but you pushed him from your mind.

Instead, you thought of kinder things. You thought of Lindon and your King there. While Galadriel commanded the Northern armies, you commanded those of the South. You had entered his service before the second age had begun and had not left since. Your closeness with the High King was uncommon, though you were grateful for it. You were thankful for the comfort and security he provided. Now, you missed that closeness more than ever. You longed to be back in Lindon, wrapped in his sheets rather than locked in Eregion, in such close proximity to evil.

You missed him more than ever. You missed the sweet taste of his lips against your own and the feeling of his silken hair woven between your fingers. You longed to feel his skin against yours once more. And yet if he could advise you now, you knew he would encourage you to stay steadfast. He would implore you to stay in Eregion and keep a quiet watch over Lord Celebrimbor and Eregion’s other inhabitants, for it would not be safe as long as the deceiver walked its halls wearing a kind face. And so you would stay.

You rested for a week before the healers permitted you to move about Eregion freely again. Once you were allowed, though, you were readily invited by Lord Celebrimbor into the forge. Long had you known the Lord of Eregion, and even he knew you would grow restless quickly. You wished for nothing more than to return to training, return to the wilds, return to killing orcs, but the healers had forbade you from training for another week at the least, and you were now bound to Eregion by both duty and honor. So you assisted Lord Celebrimbor in the forge, little as you could.

“Fetch me my hammer, would you my Lady?” Lord Celebrimbor’s voice carries through the forge from his workbench to you. You follow his instructions with an easy demeanor. You were glad to be helpful in doing anything, and even more so to the Lord. You handed him the tool with a soft smile, glancing over his shoulder as he worked. You tried to be discreet but he noticed anyway.

“These are the latest designs for the rings, Lord Annatar has been helping me perfect them.” He sends you a soft smile, seemingly searching for approval. For an elf of such esteem, you understood how Annatar had so easily wormed his way into the man’s heart.

Your eyes flit over the pages, seven of them, you note. “They are beautiful, my Lord.” And they were. His work, despite being tainted by Annatar’s hand, was still one to marvel at. You look in awe at the pages, leaning over his shoulder. “May I?” You ask, reaching out a hand, wishing to examine them in greater detail.

He smiles brightly and stands ushering you to the seat, which you readily accept. You finger through the pages of work slowly, admiring both the beautiful strokes of charcoal and the designs they make up.

A sickly sweet voice reached your ears, though it was not Lord Celebrimbors. “Do you have much experience in smithing, Commander?” It is Annatar, the deceiver.

You look away from the pages, your fingers stilling as you glance over your shoulder to the man who has approached you and Lord Celebrimbor. “No, my Lord Annatar. I have not. But Lord Celebrimbor’s designs are beautiful all the same.” Your vision is drawn back to the pages.

“Who will carry these rings, my Lord?” You question Lord Celebrimbor. You see a glance pass between the two lords. “I apologize, my Lords, I do not mean to intrude upon your work. I will take my leave.” You stand from the table abruptly, suddenly aware that you are the other, not Lord Annatar.

“No, no, my dear child,” Lord Celebrimbor stills you with a soft word, “These are for the Dwarf Lords.” You are shocked at his admittance, and by a quick glance towards Annatar, you determine he is equally surprised, though he quickly schools his features.

You nod and consider your words carefully, knowing that they will likely determine if you are welcomed back into the forge. “If they are anything like the Elven rings, they will bring strength and security to the Dwarven cities.” You thumb through the pages again as you speak, doing so slowly as if to display awe.

Even Lord Annatar smiles softly at your words, and from that you know you’ve spoken well. Celebrimbor laughs heartily and clasps your shoulder with an excited smile.

“Yes, yes, exactly! We can give them the same ward against the darkness as we have found.” You are almost saddened by his joy. You know these rings cannot be true. To see such a great smith, so admirable a person, yet unknowing of what he would create, wracked your heart with pangs.

Lord Celebrimbor does not request your help again while you are in the forge. Instead, he lets you observe him as he works, and you notice, that Annatar observes you. He was rightfully wary of your presence. He had revealed himself to Galadriel and you had come from Lindon carrying a message from the High King himself. By all truths, he should be suspicious of you.

You are broken from your thoughts by Lord Celebrimbor’s voice. “Tomorrow we will begin forging them. But! Tonight we will celebrate the finishing of the designs.” Lord Celebrimbor is talking excitedly to Annatar, and both men are smiling.

Annatar looks away from Lord Celebrimbor to you, and you try not to shrink under his scrutiny. He speaks before you can question his observation of you. “Will you join us, Commander?” His tone is easy, but you do not trust it. Though you cannot deny him either.

“If the healers permit it.” You bow your head slightly to them.

“Nonsense! You will be under no great strain, and some wine and laughter will do you good child.” Lord Celebrimbor cuts in, quickly dismissing the only excuse you had to avoid their celebrations.

Later that night you had somehow been convinced to partake in both laughter and wine. You had more of both than you should have, given the circumstances. However, Lord Celebrimbor had refused to give you an easy night. Instead, he roped you into all the smith’s celebrations.

You had stuck to Lord Celebrimbor’s side for most of the night, watching the way the other smiths fawned over Annatar and listening to the great smith speak about whatever he wished. When he disappeared from your side and was replaced by Annatar, you were less than pleased.

“Why do you linger alone?” He sat next to you with a composure that none other in the room possessed, for they were all taken by the copious amounts of wine they’d been drinking.

“I do not belong here.” You realize, too late, that you have also had too much to drink to be speaking to the deceiver. You stiffen at your own words, your face blank if not a little sad.

He raises a brow at you but nods. “You are from Lindon, yes.” You think for a moment while he speaks. Perhaps you could gain his trust after all. You had watched him speak to each and every elf in the room tonight, charming them with pretty words, and they were all too welcome to it, due to his fair features and the wine they consumed. You knew he was gaining their trust and surely making sure none of them were threats to him. And now, he was trying to do the same to you.

You take a long drink of your wine, before letting your eyes turn to him. You understood why the others had fallen for it, his disguise, for it was a pretty one. An endearing smile graces your lips when you speak, “Ah yes, I do miss Lindon, though it is the people I miss much more.” Your mind flits to your High King and your cheeks burn red easily.

A slight smirk graces his features and with that, you are sure that your feigned drunken honesty is beginning to work. “Ah- someone waits for you in Lindon, anticipating your return.”

“Yes, I am bound to Lindon, by more than duty, my Lord.” You look down and reach for your wine glass, taking another sip before returning your eyes to his empty ones.

His eyes go to your hands, which fidget in your lap as if to draw his attention. “Though, you are unwed, are you not?” He raises a slender brow once more.

Your blush deepens further, and this time it is not due to your design. Even the tips of your ears burned red. “I am unwed. Though I am bound to another.” You clasp your hands together tightly, fiddling with your fingers to steady yourself. Elves were not known to bind themselves to partners and remain unwed. Yours would be a scandal should it be known. You knew you would never wed the High King Gil-Galad, nor did you wish to. Both of your perspectives on the matter were a rarity, and yet the two of you were content on finding comfort in each other and remaining each other’s closest friends.

He hums contemplatively and per your glance, he looks shocked. Your revelation has silenced the deceiver, though you are sure his silver tongue will not be stayed for long.

“Such devotion is admirable, Commander.” He replies and you know he is appeasing you. No true messenger of the Valar would support such a union. Any further reply he may have is halted by Lord Celebrimbor’s return.

“Ah, I am glad to see my two closest friends conversing so happily.” His cheeks are flush from the wine, and you cannot help but be amused, laughing as he joins the two of you. The three of you converse late into the night, and all the other smiths have retired when you stand and bid the men goodnight.

When you return to your rooms, you slip into your cool sheets with a lightness you have not felt in moons. You, for once, do not worry about Lord Celebrimbor or exposing your true intentions for being in Eregion. Rather, you think of Gil-Galad. You fall asleep with kind thoughts of your king dancing in your mind.

When you wake, you’re shocked, first, by the radiant light shining into your room, and second, by the realization you are in Lindon. A familiar, regal voice fills your ears and your fëa sings at the realization. Gil-Galad.

“Commander.” Your eyes find him, bathed in sunlight, his hair shining chocolate in the morning light. You spring from your bed at a speed you only possessed prior to your near-fatal injury, wrapping him in a tight hug. You bury your face in his hair, breathing in his scent, your fingers tightening in his robes.

The rumble of his chest, as he laughs, warms you in a way you did not know you craved. “What have I done to deserve such a greeting my Lady?” A large hand under your chin tilts your head back and brushes through your hair before gently cupping the side of your face.

You lean into his hand, turning so that you may kiss his palm. You press tender kisses to his hand, speaking softly against the soft skin as you do. “You have granted me a kindness and visited my dreams. I am far away and yet you are here, in my mind.”

He smiles softly, wistfully. “It is a good dream, is it not? I have long hoped I would wake in Eregion with you. It seems you have wished the same of Lindon and of me.”

You cup his cheeks softly as he speaks, your eyes searching his face. You try to account for every line and freckle gracing his cheeks, tracing them with feather-light touches as you do. “I would recount your every feature so that they are ever present in my waking mind.”

He smiles with a gentleness he is not usually graced with. You speak again, knowing your time is limited. “Come to bed, let us rest in the sunlight. We cannot be dragged away by duty here.” You take his hand, pulling him into the soft sheets with a practiced ease. He allows it, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He responds as he climbs into bed, following you, and giving you all of his attention. “You speak the truth, my love. Duty will not take us here.” You were glad for that. In Lindon, neither of you was ever indisposed for long. There were always duties to be upheld, whether they were kingly or those of a commander. Now, you were free from interruptions, save waking.

No sooner than both of you are settled in bed, does he have you atop him, pressed tightly against his chest, as he presses kisses into your hair. “You… the halls of Lindon feel empty without you gracing them.”

You sit up to observe him as he speaks, and the way he looks upon you, with such reverence, sets you alight. As does the gentle weight of his hands upon your hips. He follows your ascent though and captures your lips in a kiss. It conveys that which a thousand pretty words cannot, the longing, yearning for the closeness you once shared. You gasp into his mouth as his grip on your hips tightens, letting his tongue mingle with your own. He tastes of honey and pears, and you wonder if you taste of the deep red wine you had drunk so late into the night.

When the two of you part, your lips are but a breath from touching again, and the two of you pant, breathless from your unwillingness to part. You whisper, your words ghosting over his lips. “Gil- you feel so real. Your light shines so brightly, even here locked away within our dreams. My fëa sings at our reunion. I-”

He cups your face tenderly, affection clouding his eyes, as he gazes into yours. “Speak to me, dearest, what do you want.”

You consider him for a moment, before speaking. “I know this is only a dream. Yet, I cannot help but want you. I wish to feel your closeness, Gil. In this time, more than ever, I need you.”

He smiles again, brushing your hair from your face as he does. “You need only ask, dearest. I know this is only a dream, but I cannot fault you for that which I crave as well.”

You kiss him then, this time though, the two of you do not part at breathlessness. When your lips part, his find your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses and bites to it, that are sure to leave marks on you. When he finds the most sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder join he sucks and bites at the tender skin there, marking you as his. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open in a heady gasp. You do not feel his hands leave your hips until they are in your hair and closing around the tips of your ears, rubbing gentle teasing stokes down their points.

“Gil!” You gasp at the touch. He was usually reserved in touching that erogenous zone, as it was seen as very intimate to all elves. Despite the two of you sharing a bed often, he had only twice before felt so strongly as to breach that intimacy.

“You are so beautiful, even more so when you are gasping my name.” He smiles and his hands still for a moment before they go to your sleep shift. Sheer as it was, he wanted you bare. He looks to you for your consent though. “I want to see you. May I?”

“Please.” Your voice is thick as he pulls it from your form, baring you to him. You are quickly pulling at the ties of his robes, wishing at this moment for nothing more than to feel the heat of his skin against yours. And once his robe is discarded with your shift in a heap on the floor, you feel it. He is burning hot, and the fire of his skin sets you alight.

You roll your hips against his tentatively, testing the waters. Your thighs bracket his hips tightly, squeezing him, as you try to contain your need. His hands go to your hips and begin to guide you, moving you against his quickly hardening cock. A groan escapes his lips as your folds catch on him, making his cock shine with your wetness.

In one quick movement, he has you beneath him. You lay on your back and he sits on his haunches between your thighs, spreading your legs with his thighs, pressing them open wider, until you are completely open to him.

“So beautiful…” He trails off as his fingers ghost over your stomach and then your thighs, avoiding the place he knows you want him more than ever. He caresses down your thigh and your calf and repeats the same over the other leg, at an agonizingly slow pace. When he drags his hands back up to your center, you consider begging and he knows it. “Use your words for me, dearest, tell me what you want.”

A whine escapes your lips before you find your words, “I need you to stretch me out on your fingers, my king, please.” The plea in your voice is enough for him and when he begins by slipping two large fingers inside you with ease your back arches off the bed. He curls them inside you, reaching for the spot he knows will make you drip wetness for him.

When he finds it, he grins. He watches the way you move underneath him, writhing in pleasure, begging for more. “Gil- please- I cannot wait any longer. I need you. I need you inside me.”

“So impatient, dearest. Do you crave the feel of my cock inside you that badly?” He teases you gently, slipping his fingers out of you. You reach up and capture his wrist between your slender fingers before bringing his hand to your mouth. You lick and then suck your wetness off his fingers. He is quick to lean down and capture your lips, tasting your cunt on your lips with a groan. With that, he pushes into you, slowly, tortuously. The stretch is as straining as you remember if not more and you’re suddenly reminded of why he usually took his time opening you up. His cock was much like his stature, imposing. He did not lack in girth or length and the stretch was bordering painful every time.

You rest your forehead against his, and he waits watching your eyes carefully as you focus on relaxing to accommodate him. When it seems like you have regained your composure he begins to move. He rolls his hips, driving his cock even deeper into you, leaving both of you gasping in pleasure. He starts slowly, kissing your throat as he opens you up. You gasp and whine at the intrusion, in near bliss at the feeling of being joined with him once more. Your eyes stay locked on his as you speak, your hands clutched in his hair. “Gil- you are- by the Valar Gil.”

He takes your broken words as encouragement and picks up his pace, lifting your legs over his shoulders, sending him impossibly deeper into you. Your head falls back now, and you babble incoherently as he plows into you. Your eyes finally snap, open when one of his hands slips between the two of your to rub rough circles on your clit. He is unrelenting and your babbling has morphed into loud moans. “Gil- My King- Please-.”

“Fuck- so tight- so wet, you’re driving me mad.” He begins to speak in broken sentences, and you know he is close. He does not let up though, pounding into you relentlessly.

“Please- please- fill me with your seed, my king. Gil- please.” You know the words that will drive him over the edge and your cunt clenches tightly around him as you speak. You feel the hot spurts of his seed coating your womb as he finishes inside you with a drawn-out moan. He pumps into you a few more uneven times, making sure you’ve taken all he can give. He pulls out of you but does not let your legs down, instead lowering himself to your cunt.

His hot breath on your folds, makes you clench and tremble with anticipation. A little breathless he looks up, meeting your eyes before speaking, “I’m sorry dearest, I can’t help myself when you speak such enticing words.” He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before he dives in like a man starved. His tongue begins a steady rhythm on your clit and his fingers are back inside you before you can anticipate them. Your gasps and moans of his name fill the room.

He keeps a steady pace, each curl of his finger punctuated by his name on your lips. Your vision goes white hot when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, his fingers never letting up. You finish with a cry of his name, your legs trembling over his shoulders. He continues sucking on your swollen bud until you put a hand on his shoulder to push him away.

“Ah- Gil, please, I cannot take any more, please.” He relents, letting your legs down from his shoulders and coming up to capture your lips in a deep kiss, collapsing on top of you, as if he has suddenly lost all strength.

“Gil!” You laugh as he lays his head on your chest. You can see his feet dangling off the end of the bed. Your fingers trace intricate patterns on his back before you wind them back in his hair.

“You are incredible.” He speaks, and you find his eyes upon yours once more.

“As are you, you have no idea how much I have missed this, how much I have missed you.” You speak with a wistfulness that is only made by separation.

“Don’t I?” He speaks and it is punctuated with a poorly concealed yawn. You are sharply reminded that your time remaining is limited when you feel a yawn bubbling in your throat.

“Come up here, let us fall asleep in each other’s arms. We can pretend, if only for a moment, that this is our reality and not only a dream.” He smiles gently before crawling up and wrapping you in his hold. His strong arms cage you against his chest and his long hair drapes over your shoulder tangling with your own. You do not know how long the two of you lay like that, breathing together until you drift off.

You are woken by sunlight streaming into your room. This time, though, the first thing you notice is that you are in Eregion, in a bed that is not quite yours, with the wound on your stomach screaming in pain. You sit up in bed with a sigh, memories from your dream still fresh. The second thing you notice is the undeniable dampness between your legs. You were not surprised by this but rather how wet you seemed to be. Your hand dips under the sheets and you slip two fingers between your folds, gathering some of the wetness before bringing your hand back up. You are shocked at the blackness that coats them. Pitch black seed coats your fingers and you feel the bile rise in your throat immediately.

You are out of bed and hunched over the nearest waste basket spitting up bile within seconds. Your wound screams at you as you wretch, unable to stop.

“Such a convincing visage was it not? Much like the one you’ve been putting on for the past week.” The honeyed voice of Annatar carries through your rooms.

Your eyes find him in horror and disgust. He stands at the end of your bed, watching you with a sick curiosity and a sadistic smirk. “You are foul. Deceiver.”

“Am I? Now, dearest, let us not be rude. I thought your fëa sung at our reunion.” He repeats your words to him with a wide smile gracing his cold face. You wretch into your wastebasket once more.

[burningablaze]

Hawks x Reader - Waking Up the Winged Hero

A/N: I took some time to myself because I was feeling stressed about what was going on in Tumblr and in my life. Thankfully I am a little better and ready to get back into writing again. Please keep in mind that requests are still closed because I need to finish the requested fics from before I went on break. Thank you and I hope you like it

Summary: Hawks is determined to sleep in, but you have a secret weapon: gentle tickling

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Reader

Words: 1,070

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Golden sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room and illuminating the soft tangle of feathers and blond hair scattered on the bed.

Balancing a steaming mug of coffee in your hand, you stood by the edge of the bed, watching stretched lazily over the mattress, their edges catching the morning light, while his face was half-hidden in the pillow. He looked so tranquil that you almost hated to disturb him.

Seeing him so serene sent a flutter through your heart and set the mug down on the bed. You couldn’t help but reach out and gently ran your hand up and down his bare back. Hawks’ head shifted at the movement, his eyes flickering open just a crack to peer up at you. A low, sleepy grumble escaped him, and his arms tightened around the pillow.

“Good morning, sleepy bird,” you murmured, your voice tender and warm as your fingers traced gentle, soothing circles on his lower back.

Hawks’ eyes closed again and he let out a low groan, shifting as he stretched his body. “Too early…” he muttered, his voice muffled through his pillow. But you could see the corner of his mouth turn up in a faint smile as your hand continued to rub his back.

You chuckled softly and kept rubbing his back. “It’s almost 10:30, Keigo. I know it’s your day off but you need to get up.”

Hawks made another low, disgruntled noise but slowly lifted his head from the pillow to glare at you with one eye. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, and his eyes were still heavy with sleep.

“It is my day off, I can sleep in as late as I want,” he mumbled, his voice still a bit gravelly from sleep.

“I know and I’m sorry. But the more you sleep in, the more you’ll be tired later in the day and you won't be able to sleep at a decent time at night,” you said as you started wiggling your fingers down his spine.

Hawks let out a soft gasp as your fingers traced up and down his spine. “Hey… that’s not fair…” he protested weakly, his wings twitching as your fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

A smirk slowly formed on your lips. “Are you… sensitive right here?” you wiggled your fingers around the same spot on his back.

Hawks let out a soft involuntary laugh as you continued to tease him, his wings rustling anxiously. “No, no, stop it, it tickles!” he protested, a hint of defensiveness in his voice as he tried to squirm away from your touch.

“Oh, it does tickle? Does it tickle right here?” you used both hands to lightly tickle his sides, using your nails to spider across his skin.

He bursted out giggling, his wings flailing and his back twisting in an attempt to fend off your tickling fingers. “Hey, hey, hey, stohohohop it, you ahahahahaha you know I’m tihihihicklish, you- AH!” he tried in vain to speak between gasps and giggles while burying his face in the pillow.

“I know you’re ticklish and you’re so cute when you’re laughing and squirming.” you skittered up to his ribs and below his wings.

He squirmed and twisted, his laughter growing even harder as your fingers danced up and down his sensitive ribs. His wings spread out on either side of him, jerked and twitched as he wriggled to escape your relentless tickling.

“Ahahahahahahahaha, plehehehease, p-please! Nahahahaha no, stohohohop it! Ahahahahaha! Mehehercy!”

You smirked as you watched him wiggle and tried to stop your hands. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’re too cute for me to stop.”

“Nohohohohot f-fahahahair! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!” he protested in between fits of giggles. His eyes were squeezed shut in mirth as he tried to twist away from your teasing fingers, his wings quivering with each touch and flapping in a futile attempt to fend off your hands. He tried to reach his hands around his back to try to grab your wrists.

“Aww, are you trying to stop me? You know that’s not going to work, darling.” with one last spot in mind to tickle, you fluttered your fingers to his armpits and gently dug in the hollows of his pits.

Hawks let out a screech of laughter, his eyes widening in surprise and horror as he realized what spots you were targeting. He tried to curl his arms in to protect himself, but he was too tangled up in the sheets and your unrelenting tickle assault. His wings shook and fluttered, creating a flurry of feathers.

“Nohohohohoho! Not the armpihihihihits! Stohohohohohop!” he begged between gasps and helpless giggles.

“What’s that? You want me to stop?” you teased, a mischievous grin spread across your face. “Are your armpits super ticklish?” you leaned in closer, your breath brushing his ear.

His face flushed an even darker shade of red as your breath tickled into his ear and your fingers dug deeply into his sensitive armpits. He squirmed and tried to twist away, but he was completely trapped beneath you and your incessant tickling.

“Yes, yehehehehehes! They’re ticklihihihihish, plehehehehease! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” he managed to gasp out between bouts of laughter.

“I don’t hear you saying you’re getting up though. Should I stop?”

Hawks let out another helpless peal of laughter as your fingers continued their relentless assault on his armpits, and he shook his head desperately.

“Nohohohohoho, plehehehehease! I’ll get-get up, ahahahahaha, just stop tickling mehehehehe!” he gasped out, his wings twitching weakly.

As you finally pulled away, you sat back and watched Hawks catch his breath, his laughter subsiding into occasional giggles and gasps.

“You’re evil, you know that?” he groaned as he rolled on his side to face you and his eyes narrowing playfully. “That’s a low blow, going for the armpits like that.”

You smirked, amused by his reaction, and shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I know your weak spots, babe. It’s not my fault they’re so much fun to exploit.”

Hawks grumbled but couldn’t keep a smile from spreading across his face. He sat up, rubbing his ribcage and stretching his wings behind him.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, feigning annoyance while secretly enjoying the attention you gave him.

You chuckled and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I know, I’m the luckiest. Now get up and get dressed, you big baby.”

[aquarius-johnny]

The Sweetest Hello | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: fluff, smut | word count: 5.1k | deadly sins series | master list navi warnings: nonidol!jaehyun, tatted!reader, afab!reader, pet names (baby, my girl), pornographic ideas, unestablished relationship (but there’s a lot of love between the two), unprotected sex, oral (f! and m! receiving), praising, squirting, p in v, pull out method, fluffy, smutty summary: after meeting him over a year ago on a dating app, you finally see him in person. | deadly sin: lust a/n: part two of promise? promise. cr. border by @dollywons, seven deadly sins prompts by @joelsmochi

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“Are you sure you still want me to come?” You ask Jaehyun as you zip up your suitcase for your trip. “Let me know if you’re having second thoughts.”

Jaehyun pauses the video game he’s playing, giving you his undivided attention. He cocks his head to the left, trying to read your expression. “Do you still want to come?” He questions, grabbing the phone into his hand, pacing his apartment before setting his phone on his kitchen counter. He leans forward onto his marbled counter top, waiting for your response. 

Grabbing your phone, you fall into your mattress before letting out a sigh. Holding your phone at arm's length, you begin to feel a nervous bubble form in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, I still want to but I’m a little nervous,” you let out a disappointed sigh. “Like what if you suddenly realize that you don’t like me anymore?” You force a playful tone, but you sense that Jaehyun reads right through it. 

“Is that what you’re really scared of?” Jaehyun reaches above his phone, grabbing a glass in his upper cupboards before filling it up with water. 

You turn to your side, watching Jaehyun’s actions. “Yeah, a little.” You let out. “I know it sounds dumb, but like what if -“ you sit up from your position, still holding your phone out at arm’s length. “What if we fuck and then you realize your imagination was so much better?” You let out a small giggle, clearly pulling his leg with that line. 

Jaehyun shakes his head with a small smile dancing on his lips. “I can assure you,” he takes a sip of his drink. “That will not happen.” He makes his way back to his couch, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of him. His elbows rest on his knees, thinking about what to say next. “As for your real concern,” he clears his throat. “We’ve been talking to each other for over a year. If I didn’t like you as much as I do, then I wouldn’t want you anywhere near me. I honestly think you don’t have to worry about me not liking you, I think I have to worry about you not liking me.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, giving him a small pout because you know that he's right. He’s mentioned wanting to see you, as early as six months into first meeting you. You’ve shared things that would probably make him leave you in the dust, but he didn’t. Deep in your heart, you knew Jaehyun is also a good friend — a friend who just so happens to also be sexually attracted to you. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head too much,” he lets out, pulling you away from your deep thoughts. “I have a strong feeling that my crush on you will probably deepen after seeing you in person.” 

“You have a crush on me?” You playfully and dramatically gasp before sticking your tongue out to tease the man through your phone screen. He’s told you many, many times before of this brewing crush he has on you and every single time he does, you act surprise as if it’s your first time hearing it. 

An amused smile appears on his face as he shakes his head. “You play too much,” he shyly retorts before taking another sip of his water. “Still having second thoughts about coming?” 

You give him a relaxed smile. “No second thoughts. I think I’ll still be nervous, but more of an excited nervous.” You pause, looking at Jaehyun. “Thank you for calming my anxiety.”

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” he cheekily grins before returning to his video game.

You scan the crowd to find the man you’ve spent your entire flight thinking about. Every nerve in your body works overtime, silently cursing yourself for drinking a caffeinated drink during your flight. 

A familiar tone rings and you frantically search your purse for your phone. Your favorite person’s picture pops up on your screen, causing you to smile. 

“Hey,” you let out, a lot shakier than intended, but you blame the caffeine that has you jittery.

“Hey, I think I see you. You’re wearing a white top, right?” You look down at your shirt, double checking that his description is correct. 

“Yeah, where are you?” Your eyes search the busy airport. 

“On your left.”

You turn to your left and find a man smiling as he makes his way toward you, his dimpled smile something you’ve seen almost every night for over a year. Your heart swells with excitement and your stomach fills with nervous butterflies. He slowly brings his phone down from his ear before engulfing you in a warm hug. His hand pets the back of your head and you bury your cheek into his chest. Jaehyun’s chin rests on top of your head, his position lingering longer than expected.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles before giving the top of your head a soft kiss, then pulling back and looking down at you. “You’re a lot smaller than I imagined.” 

You playfully hit his chest, your cheesy smile never leaving your lips. “I’m glad I’m finally here, it’s good to see you.” You take another opportunity to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist. All he does is let out a chuckle, squeezing your body into his, not wanting to let you go. 

You pull back, smiling up at him, almost forgetting how to speak. 

“Here, let me help you.” Before you could object, he grabs the handle of your suitcase with one hand and your fingers in his other hand. Your hand looks even daintier in comparison to his, making you feel smaller than you actually are. He pulls you towards the exit and you happily trail behind him. An older man helps put your suitcases in the trunk of what looks like a taxi while Jaehyun opens the car door for you, gesturing you to step inside before he slides in right next to you. He lets the driver know where he’s headed and soon enough, you’re on the road to his place. 

You snake your arm under his bicep, holding on to it during the car ride while laying your head on his broad shoulder. 

“How was the flight here?” He asks, resting his hand on your knee, circling your skin with his thumb. While you would always choose a more comfortable outfit on long flights like the one you endured, you wanted to look presentable for Jaehyun — hence the short skirt you opted for instead of comfortable leggings you would’ve worn otherwise. 

“Hm, it was nice,” you smile up at him. “It was my first time in first class. The legroom is to die for.” 

“That’s good,” he chuckles. “I’m glad you got to experience it. I remember you saying you’ve never been, so I thought it would be a nice experience for you.” He moves the arm you’re holding onto behind your back, leaning into the leather seat of the car. His hand squeezes the side of your hip before he guides your body to lean into his side again. 

“Thank you for that,” you let out. “You really didn’t have to consider that you paid for everything else on this trip.” 

Jaehyun lets out a tiny hum, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Anything for my girl,” he mutters before placing a soft kiss against your skin. Heat rushes to your cheeks and you feel yourself melt under his touch.

The car comes to a stop and the driver steps out, indicating you’ve arrived at your destination. Jaehyun opens the door, steps out and you follow behind him, your hand not letting go of his. The driver pulls your suitcases out of the trunk of the car and you both thank him before heading into the building that leads to the apartment you’ve only seen through the phone screen. 

Upon entering his apartment, you both take your shoes off and you find yourself idly grabbing Jaehyun’s hand as your eyes wander through his place. You didn’t want to let him go, already feeling a slight sting in your heart thinking about the pain you’ll feel leaving him to go back home. 

“Can I get a tour?” You ask, turning to Jaehyun who is already looking at you. He flashes an endearing smile.

“Yes, but first,“ he pauses, bringing his hand to your jaw. “I've been waiting far too long to finally do this.” He tilts your chin up, ever so slightly, to look up at him. His lips press against yours — so soft, so intimate, and everything you wanted. You let go of his hand, opting to sling your arms over his shoulders and his hand finding their way to your hips. He pulls you closer into him as your lips move in sync with his, your hands playing with the hairs on the base of his nape. He scoops you up, interlocking his fingers together under you, as each of your knees place themselves on either side of his waist. Your lips never leave his and he begins moving around his apartment. 

“Kitchen,” he says between kisses. “Living room,” he lets out again as you peek at his furniture through your lashes before giving him your undivided attention once more. He pushes the bathroom door open with his foot, placing you on the bathroom counter before pulling away from your lips. 

A dizzy feeling overwhelms you; his presence so intoxicating. The fact you’re physically feeling him after so long send you into euphoria. 

“Bathroom?” You breathe out, taking a look around the room before your eyes falling back on the man in front of you. 

He hums, placing a soft kiss on your neck while his hands squeeze your hips. His lips trail kisses against your neck, leading up to your jaw, before hovering over your lips. You lean forward to kiss him only for him to playfully pull back, teasing you. You whimper leaves your lips, impatient with the game he’s playing.

“Go ahead and shower, we have dinner reservations in two hours and I know how you take pride in taking your time whenever you get ready.” He playfully pokes your nose before placing a soft kiss on the tip of it, openly sharing in the past how it’s one of his favorite features on you. 

“But what about your bedroom?” You ask before he walks toward the door, causing you to hop off the counter.

“You can see it after your shower. I’ll bring your things there. Want me to start putting things away?” He asks, leaning his left shoulder against the door frame, slightly crossing his ankle over the other.

“You just want to see what I brought, don’t you?” You sassily remark, playfully scrunching your brows together. 

Jaehyun softly giggles to himself before closing the gap between the two of you. He places another soft kiss against your forehead, before leaving you alone in the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

In defeat, you strip off the clothes you’re wearing and throw it into the laundry basket behind the door. You’re completely naked, feeling utterly vulnerable knowing that the man you’ve been talking to for over a year is in the room next to you rummaging through your belongings. Setting the shower’s temperature to your liking, you step in, enjoying the water pressure against your skin. The heat of the shower fills the room and fogs the shower doors and the mirrors. You hear the bathroom door open slightly before quickly closing again. You peek out of the shower to see that Jaehyun left a towel for you on the bathroom counter. 

After your shower, you tightly wrap the white towel around your body and step out of the room. You walk over to the bedroom, slightly opening the door to find Jaehyun’s tall figure refolding your shirts and creating a pile of it on his bed. You take a look around his room, taking note of how minimal it is — no personal photos or art on his walls. 

“I set up your makeup bag on my desk,” he says, pointing in the direction of where his desk is — the same place where he booked your flight right after having phone sex with you. “You’re sweet, thank you,” you smile, giving his arm a little squeeze as you make your way to the table. 

You do your hair and makeup all while Jaehyun puts your things away before he decides to get ready himself. “Oh, by the way,” he lets out as he throws his towel over his shoulder. “I think you should wear that dress tonight.” He points to the short red dress laying on his bed and you turn to look at it, smiling to yourself — as you packed that dress, knowing Jaehyun would love it. 

“Okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jaehyun lovingly pets the back of your head before heading out of the room and into the bathroom. You both finish up getting ready and head out for the night.

“Dinner was great,” you smile as you watch Jaehyun push his key into the lock of his front door. His jacket looks huge on you, but you didn’t mind and neither did he. In fact, he adores the way you look in his clothes, mentally noting to sneak some of his clothes into your luggage before you leave. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” He pushes the door open, letting you in first before he trails behind you. 

You begin to take off your heels, using the wall to help you balance as you lift a leg, letting out soft 'dammit' when you nearly fall over. Jaehyun places a hand on your lower back, helping you keep your balance. As soon as you throw your heels to the side, the height difference between the two of you is fairly significant. 

“So, how’re you feeling?” Jaehyun asks, helping you take off his jacket. “Still nervous around me?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, shyly avoiding eye contact. Jaehyun tries to meet your eyes, smiling from ear to ear. While dinner was amazing, you have to admit he did make you nervous; something so foreign compared to other partners you had previously. Every time he touches you, even a touch as innocent as a hand hold or a graze of a finger, your heart flutters in excitement. 

“There’s something about you that always makes me nervous, but not like I’m scared, kind of nervous,” you pause, your eyes flickering between his eyes. “More like butterflies in my tummy, kind of nervous.”

“You know,” he lets out, his hands sliding up your thighs before stopping right below your ass. “There’s something about your honesty that drives me crazy.” 

His hands push up into you, causing you to yelp in surprise, followed by a loud squeal and a giggle. His hands move up your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it near the front door. In nothing but your matching undergarments, Jaehyun throws you over his shoulder in one swift move and carries you into the bedroom, tossing you onto his soft mattress. 

He hovers over your body, his thigh placed between your knees. Pushing your baby hairs away from your forehead, he places tender kisses against your skin, trailing down to your neck. “Is it okay if we-“ he breathes against your collarbone. 

“Mhm,” you reassure, finishing his sentence. Tugging on his shirt, you urge him to take it off. His hot breath against your skin causes this visceral response to move your hips against his thigh, the fabric of his pants roughly pressing against your clothed core. Your perfectly manicured nails run up and down through the back of his head as he presses his lips against yours. Your pretty lipstick is messily smearing against your lips and his at the same time, but neither of you care.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it onto his bedroom floor. His thumb runs against your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it to see your inner lip tattoo in person. The typewriter font peaks through as he gently pulls your lip down, exposing the word 'kiss.' Smirking at the sight, he does exactly that. His hand cups your jaw before hungrily attacking your lips. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he breathes. He sucks on the base of your neck, occasionally biting down on your skin, sending waves of excitement through your body. “I can finally touch you, kiss you, fuck you.” 

You smile at his words. Your hand makes its way to the waistband of his pants, slithering your hand into it, squeezing his semi hard cock in your hand. “Does that feel good?” You ask when his forehead presses against your collarbone and a satisfied sigh leaves his lips. 

“You have no idea,” he groans, roughly pulling down your bra. You hear the strap around your shoulders snap. 

“Jaehyun!” You squealed. 

He smiles at your reaction, licking his lips at the sight of your breasts spilling out of the cups holding them together. “I’ll take you to buy another one,” he quietly lets out before he begins to nip the skin around your chest, licking and sucking it greedily. “I promise.”

You roll your eyes at him, squeezing his shaft harder before stroking it over his underwear. 

His lips trails wet kisses down your chest and abdomen before stopping at the waistband of your cute laced underwear. A mischievous smirk lifts in the corner of Jaehyun’s mouth before you hear your fabric rip, exposing your aroused heat although the waistband stays intact. 

“Oops,” Jaehyun chuckles, insincerity dripping from his words. “I guess we need to buy a new set altogether, huh?”

You prop yourself with your elbows, narrowing your eyes at the man between your thighs. “You’re a menace,” you grin.

“Can I?” He whispers, lips centimeters away from your core. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” His eyes widen innocently, silently begging for your approval. 

You nod before throwing your head back from the pleasure. The tip of his tongue laps over your clit, moving down to your hole, before moving back up and repeating the process. His tongue so steady and smooth, a string of profanities escape your lips. There’s something about seeing Jaehyun’s face buried between your thighs after so many nights of dreaming of it is pure ecstasy. He moves slowly, taking his time and enjoying the taste you have to offer. His eyes peek through his lashes, watching you as you watch him — your lips part, letting out quiet moans as he laps over your nub over and over again. He spits a pool of saliva onto your clit, using his fingers to spread it against your folds, spreading them apart before sucking on your clit. Your moans grow louder and louder while your body jerks under him, almost trying to squirm away from his mouth only for his arms to pin your waist against the mattress. Your fingers messily tug on his hair, causing him to groan against your soaking heat. 

“Jaehyun,” you moan. “Keep going, I’m so close.” 

Jaehyun hums against you and he does as you ask; sucking on your clit in a rhythmic pattern while enjoying your fingers as they tug on his messy hair. His fingers digging into your thighs in an attempt to keep you close to him. 

The sight of him causes your jaw to fall open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Jaehyun’s eyes darken, his sole purpose is to make you feel good. 

“Fuck,” you gasp. “I’m coming!” You cry, throwing your head back and allowing your body to fall on your back as Jaehyun slows his movements after using his tongue to catch your high. Jaehyun gives you a soothing kiss against your inner thighs, before using the back of his hand to wipe your arousal from his lips. 

Feverishly grabbing him by the back of his neck, you pull Jaehyun down to your lips, using your other hand to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Your mind is hazy and your body moves on autopilot as your lips move with Jaehyun’s lips. Slightly pulling away, you feel him smile against your cheek. 

“I wanna taste you,” you blush. Your heart thumps against your chest at the thought of finally seeing his length in person.

Jaehyun quickly nods before standing and pulling down the fabric around his waist. You sink to your knees in front of him, petting his shaft through his underwear. 

“Can I film you?” Jaehyun sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “I just-“ he stammers. “I wanna make sure I can look back on it when I miss you.”

“Of course,” you smile as he fumbles to grab his phone. You continue to stroke his length over his underwear until the flash of his phone camera appears.

You pull down the waistband of his underwear down to his ankles, his erection springing up excitedly. It's definitely a lot lengthier in person and you’ll be the first to admit that the custom dildo you have of him doesn’t compare to the real thing.

You kitten lick his leaking tip. Your mouth wrapping around his head before sinking him into your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat. He lets out a low groan, entangling his knuckles with your hair. The gagging noises you’re making is enough to send Jaehyun over the edge. Pulling your lips back, you glide them up and down his shaft before pumping his veiny cock with your hands. 

“Just like that,” he coos. “You’re so good at this.”

You smile against his shaft before sticking your tongue out and slapping his heavy length against it. 

“Shit,” he whimpers loudly before throwing his head back in pleasure. He grabs the base of his cock to mimic your actions, slapping his tip against your tongue before sliding himself down your throat. “Look at me, baby.” He orders and you do, eyes locked directly at the camera lens as you move your head back and forth. His hand guides your head with the movements, pushing your head against the base of his shaft and causing tears to prickle out of the outer corner of your eyes. You could feel your mascara run down your face and you were sure your eyeliner is a complete mess with how deep he’s shoving his cock down your throat. 

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” He wipes under your eyes, smearing your mascara and eye liner even more. “You looked all fucked out and we haven’t even started yet.” You see a smirk tug on the corner of his lip, clearly enjoying the view.

His hand grabs the roots of your hair, holding you in place before thrusting his hips into you. Slow and steady at first before he picks up the pace, fucking your mouth until the sounds of you chocking on his cock fills the room. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, his words so lustful, you feel sheer embarrassment as you nod your head. “Use your words, baby. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yes, please,” you attempt to answer as his cock is stuffed in your mouth, only for your words to be muffled against him. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles before putting his phone down for a second. “C’mere.” 

Pulling himself out of your mouth, he helps you up from the floor before bringing your lips to his. He turns you, your bare back pressed against his warm chest. His hands grip your upper arms and he guides you back on the mattress. You’re pushed on all fours and he traces your lower back tattoo with his thumb. Lifting your hips to align your needy hole with his tip, you watch him through the mirror that's strategically placed parallel to his bed. He holds his phone in his hand, pointing it towards your entrance. 

“I’ve been thinking about this more than I should,” he shares, slowly sinking himself into you.

Your fingers grab the sheets under you, groaning at the stretch as your pretty hole adjusts to Jaehyun’s size. After gently pumping into you, the sting is replaced with pleasure and Jaehyun bottoms out inside of you, your selfish cunt swallowing him. 

“Harder,” you mutter as you use your hands to hold your body up. You lift your head, watching him fuck you from behind through his full length mirror. His hand is placed on your lower back, helping you arch it as he thrusts into you. He does as you ask, penetrating you slow and hard while snaking his hand against your throat and pulling you to his chest. 

“Look how pretty you are,” he whispers in your ear, his hold on your jaw forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your nails digging into his forearm. “Look at my pretty girl, god, you take me so well. I could do this all night.” 

“Jaehyun,” you whimper. “Feels too good.” 

Jaehyun throws his phone to the side after he stops his recording, already deciding he’s gotten enough footage for the night. Gathering your hair behind your shoulders, he buries his face into your neck as both arms hold you up to his chest. You’re trapped in his arms and all you could feel is his thrusts speeding up — the noise of his pelvis slapping your skin fills the room. Your jaw falls open and your eyes roll back as you feel his tip grazing against your sensitive spot inside of you — something you didn’t know you had. 

You fall onto your stomach, stars appearing in your line of vision as your body is flipped over, placing you on your back. Your thighs are spread apart while Jaehyun realigns himself to your hole, again. You move your hips upwards, helping him fill you up. Tiny and soft cries fill his room as he pulls your hips closer to him before brutally fucking you, your walls clenching around his hard length. 

As he hovers over you, he holds himself up with a hand on either side of your face. Beads of sweat form on Jaehyun’s forehead, his brows furrowing as he tries his best not to release too quickly. The sight of you moving up and down as he penetrates into you makes his cock harder than it already is. You pull him down to your lips, kissing him as he fucks you, moaning and groaning into his mouth letting him know exactly who is making you feel good. Your tongue rolls over his before tugging on his bottom lip.

Jaehyun lets out a frustrated grunt before he pushes your knees to your chest, practically folding your body in half and making you smaller under him than you already are. 

“You feel too good,” Jaehyun laughs, realigning himself before shoving his hard cock into you. He begins to pull out before quickly and roughly sinking himself into you over and over again.

“Please,” you beg. “Your cock feels so good inside of me.”

Jaehyun smiles down at you, his dimples prominent and causing your heart to swell with a dangerous mixture of love and lust. He slams his hips into you, causing you to yelp in surprise. His tip kisses your sweet spot inside of you, inching you closer and closer to your orgasm. His movements don’t let up and you begin to feel an urge that’s so unfamiliar to you, you weren’t sure what's happening but you know it feels good. 

“D-don’t stop!” You cry out, practically begging him. 

Jaehyun’s dick accidentally slips out of your slippery cunt and liquid begins to squirt out of you, soaking the sheets under you and spraying onto Jaehyun’s pelvis. Your body trembles after your release and Jaehyun’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“D-did you just -” He smiles, amazed. 

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by your actions. Jaehyun lovingly moves your hands from your face before interlocking your fingers with his. 

“You’re okay,” he coos, fluttering your cheeks with sweet kisses.

You nod your head, helping him align his tip with your sensitive hole before interlocking your fingers with his once again. His movements are sensual and deep, genuinely making love with you.  

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathes. Right before his release, he pulls his long length out of you and strokes himself over your stomach. Hot, thick, white ropes paint over your soft skin. 

Jaehyun falls onto his back next to you. You scoop a bit of his release onto your finger before placing your finger into your mouth, tasting him. 

“Wait, hold on,” he lets out quickly searching for his phone. Once he finds it, he stands above you, taking pictures of your naked body with nothing but his release covering you. You repeat what you did, tasting him again as Jaehyun takes photos of you. “I know I say this a lot, but damn, you’re so hot.” He lets out before grabbing tissue off his desk and wiping his release off you. “Are you okay?” He asks, lying next to you, pulling you into him.

You throw a leg over his bare thigh, cuddling into his chest. Jaehyun’s thumb rubs the skin of your shoulder blade, comforting you after being a lot rougher than he expected. “I’m fine,” you sigh, pleased with yourself. “I’m sorry I made a mess. That was my first time squirting, I didn’t know I could do that.”

Jaehyun smiles before kissing your forehead. “Please don’t apologize. It’s was unexpected but it was really -“

“Hot?”

Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Yes, hot. Very, very hot. I hope I can make you do it again.” 

You let out a small chuckle before silence falls between the two of you. Jaehyun’s fingers pet your hair, clearly trying to steady his heart rate. 

“Baby?” Jaehyun whispers, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. 

You hum, before closing your eyes, focusing on his heartbeat. 

“I love you,” he coos, clearly nervous. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You lift your head in shock. “What did you say?” Your brows furrow, wanting to make sure your ears aren’t playing tricks on you.

Jaehyun sits up, his lips inches away from yours. “I said I’m glad you’re here.”

“No, no,” you laugh. “Before that.”

“Hm? I called you baby.”

“Jaehyun!” You whine.

Jaehyun lays back down, pulling you back onto his chest. His chest moves up and down and he stifles his laughter.

You sit up. “Say it again,” you poke his ribs, causing him to jerk to the side. “Say it again, please.”

Jaehyun sits up next to you, eyes locked onto yours. “I.” He kisses your left cheek. “Love.” He kisses your right cheek. “You.” He plants a tender kiss on your lips. He lays on his back again, cheekily smiling up at you. 

You smile at his words before laying your head back on his bare chest. “I love you, too.”

[r7leee]

shout | d.f.

this idea has been eating away at me oh my GOD

pairing: top!dominic fike x bottom!fem!reader

summary: complaining about being away from dominic, you accompany him on a trip to the studio. little do you know what that’ll entail

warnings: cursing, smut!!! teasing???, breast play, fingering, oral (m and f receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), lots of fun stuff

word count: 3,051, should take about 23 and a half minutes to read (whoops)

“WHAT’S THAT ONE do?” you were currently standing in the recording studio with your boyfriend after he begrudgingly allowed you to accompany him. you were standing at the control panel, eyes wide in awe from the array of buttons.

dominic snickered at you, fascinated. “honestly? i have no fuckin’ clue.” you turned around, a small look of suspicion in your face.

“for real?” he nodded.

“for real.” you shook your head with a small tsk.

“you think there’s like, an owner’s manual or something in here?” you were part joking and part serious, genuinely curious as to what the the button did. dominic laughed as you searched around the room. his arms rested lazily on your waist as he spoke.

“it’s not a car, y/n.”

“let me entertain myself,” you whined, turning around to face him.

“entertain yourself? you need to entertain yourself after you begged me on your hands and knees to come?”

“what? no, i don’t beg.”

dominic knew you were bullshitting. he knew you were because, for one, you had been just a few hours prior.

it was a calm morning. you were laying in bed, drinking your morning tea and scrolling through your phone. dominic was on the other side of the room, changing out of his clothes. it wasn’t like him to get ready so early; he usually didn’t change until noon. “you going somewhere?” you asked, looking up at him.

“ya. needa head to the studio today and start working on the album.” your face immediately turned into pout.

“but i don’t want you to leave…” you watched as he slipped off his shirt and threw on a new one, undoubtedly staring at his toned physique. you knew you’d yearn to lay your head on his chest, staring up in his eyes.

“i’m sorry, babe, but i’ve gotta get this done. actually feeling like going today.”

“but dommmmm,” you whined, your phone fully down. “we can just, like, watch a movie. i have off today.”

he always found it cute when you did this. if he had half a brain, he’d get right back in bed with you and kiss you senseless. but he knew he couldn’t. “you can’t say anything to make me not go,” he said, sliding a tee over his shoulders.

you knew how important this was to him, meaning you probably shouldn’t press him to stay. so, you took an alternative. “can i at least go with you?” you pleaded with him.

his eyebrows raised at the prospect. honestly, it wasn’t a bad idea. but, he knew you’d be clinging to him the whole time, trying to be next to him. if you could just sit there and look pretty…

“okay. but only if you promise to not be a bother.”

“when am i ever a bother?” you asked, though your words were lighthearted. you knew you could never truly annoy him.

he just shook his head. “don’t be coy.”

so, ya, you were lying. dominic retold the story to you as he turned the controls on, prepping for his work. you, on the other hand, were stunned. “that’s not begging!”

“that is like, the textbook definition of begging, babe,” he said, trying to make his point heard. he was busy getting set up and ready to recording.

you just shook your head and sat back. “make it sound like i have some dignity,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. though, you swore you could see a hint of a smile on his pretty lips.

after a little while longer, dominic was finished setting up and ready to record. he opened up his phone to the notes app, where he kept all his ideas. he scrolled through, softly humming as he found the song he wanted to record.

begrudgingly to you, he walked away and into the studio. with the click of a button, a quick vocal warm-up, and after putting on headphones, he was ready to start. he took a deep breath before singing softly into the microphone.

this song was new. unlike anything you’d heard before. an obvious perk of being dominic’s girlfriend, you heard all his songs before anyone else. you were glad for that because you were sure this one was bound to be one of your favorites.

after a little while, he stopped to take a break. the loss of contact was getting to you, and there was just something about him when he was singing…

dominic strode over to you, the door to the recording room still open, and grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip. meanwhile, you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “you’re doing good…like, really good,” you mumbled lowly.

he smiled, turning around so now he was facing you. so now he was the one holding your waist. “when am i not?” he quipped, though his tone was lighthearted.

you glared at him, though again, it was light. “shut up.”

“make me,” he shot back. so you did.

without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his. he was a bit taken aback, but he quickly melted into it, kissing you back. at first it was soft and simple. just a little contact.

but, that quickly changed. some kind of fire lit inside you both that could only be put out by closeness. you sloppily pressed your lips against his as you backed him against the wall.

he pulled away for a second, leaving you cut off. he reached to trace your bottom lip gently with his thumb. “see…i know you beg.” his hand slid down to cup your jaw. “i know because if i were to just…” his hand ventured farther. down your side and to the waistband of your sweatpants. he took the elastic between his fingers, pulling softly. “you’d want me to take them off. wouldn’t you?”

you wanted him to be wrong. but the way his fingers just teased the outside of it, pulling the fabric just to let go and have it snap back in place…

you shook your head, wanting to win this little game. “you wouldn’t fuck me in here,” you said, biting your lip. all he did was snicker softly.

“you sure?”

for a couple seconds, the only sound in the room was your panting and ringing in your ears from your heart pounding. your heart pounding because you knew he was right. he always was.

so you wrapped your arms around his neck. tangled your fingers in his hair. and with a sigh, your voice almost a whisper, you asked. “please?”

and he did. within a second, your lips were on his in a messy tangle yet again. it was all teeth and spit. his hands fumbled, cupping your boobs. he kept kissing you, feeling you up. god, it made you clench your thighs tight.

he pulled away just for a second to mumble, “take it off f’me.” quickly, you became distracted with the straps of your tank top.

in those split seconds, dominic had an idea. it made his heart start pounding just a bit faster. without thinking, he quickly reached over the console and pressed a button.

you didn’t even notice, too busy slipping the shirt up and over your head. he mumbled a soft “fuuuuck” at the sight of you in your lacy, black bra. “just fuckin’ teasing me, baby…on the couch.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. immediately, you were laying on the small, leather couch on the other end of the studio. dominic quickly followed, trapping you to the couch. his toned arms always came in handy for things like this.

immediately, his lips were back on yours, the intensity still evident. when he pulled away, your lips were red, puffy, and shiny from spit. his lips didn’t leave you, though. instead, they trailed down your neck, his breath hot and heavy in his wake.

a long, guttural groan was pulled from your throat as he pressed a deep kiss on that one spot on your neck. the one that made you shiver. “fuck…” you softly whined, your hands finding their way into his soft curls.

he just looked up at you with a shit-eating grin. fucker.

he didn’t take up much time there, though. he had other plans.

dominic slid his hands behind your back, propping you up on the couch. he sat up as well, quickly freeing your tits from the confines of your bra. he took them between his rough, calloused hands.

he just kneaded for a couple seconds, causing you to bite your lip. he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over your nipples in tight circles, making their peaks stiffen.

you felt the heat between your thighs grow, shifting so you could rub them together for a bit of friction.

he was quick to notice with a snarky remark. “so impatient, huh? just want it so bad, i’m sure.” his hands slid softly down your sides, resting on your hips before taking the fabric of your sweatpants and pulling them down.

with one swift motion, your panties and pants were discarded, somewhere on the floor. that was an issue for later.

dominic’s hands slowly trailed down your thighs. you swore he couldn’t go any slower. once he finally reached where you were waiting for, he slid your legs apart.

it was no surprise you were soaking. you could have been leaking onto the couch. dominic just chuckled and placed a single finger on your clit.

with the slightest bit of pressure, he rubbed in a small circle. once you started whining and bucking your hips, he extended the circle like a spiral, leading out. denying you what you wanted.

his finger traced the outside of your lips before stopping entirely. you looked up at him, all the air gone from your lungs. “dom, what the fuck-”

“hey, hey, hey. i’m gonna get there, dontchu worry. patience.”

he often did this: just teased you senseless. but you knew it would always end up with you being more than satisfied.

he repeated his actions, but this time, going back in. going from tracing your lips back towards your heat, until finally, he reached your clit.

his finger traced it, pressing down, eliciting the tiniest little moan from you. with his other hand, he teased your entrance in the same little circles. it drove you crazy.

you were about to retaliate, to tell him to hurry it up, but your words caught in your throat as his fingers dipped inside you. the syllables dissolved and turned to a soft groan, ripping through you.

slowly, his finger worked inside you, hitting your walls so nicely. it didn’t take long for him to add another, going a bit faster.

you bucked your hips so greedily when he hit that spongy spot inside of you. he chuckled, low and satisfied. “ya? that feels good, huh?” he kept curling his fingers up.

all the while, his other finger kept circling your bud. you swore you could feel shock waves from it. it felt so good it hit you hard when he stopped. your eyes snapped open, only to be met with the sight of his head. now between your thighs. holy shit.

without any warning, his lips were now around your clit while he kept working your pussy. you swore you could cum right then.

his eyes looked up at you so sweetly, a stark contrast from the absolute damage he was doing to your clit. licking and sucking and pulling it between his teeth.

his mouth combined with his fingers still curling inside you made it hard for you to stay together. “dom, dom, i’m- fuck, i’m close.”

he pulled away from your pussy for a second? “then do it.”

with his permission, your thighs clenched around dominic’s head so tight you were sure it would pop right off. your moans got louder until they got stuck in your throat, the ecstasy washing over you.

after a couple seconds, you could feel only the bliss from your orgasm. but, eventually, the white faded and dominic let off of you. you sat up as he looked in your eyes. “you’re hard, aren’t you?”

with the straightest face you’d ever seen him have, he replied. “ya.” that made you burst out in laughter. dominic looked down at you, surprised.

“what? you asked!” you kept laughing, clutching the couch.

“i know! it’s just…damn, okay.” he just stood there, mouth open before shaking his head.

“you’re a mystery.”

“no, i’m not. take off your pants.”

the sudden switch caught him slightly off guard, but he complied, zipping the fly of his jeans down and pulling them off. he pulled his boxers along down with them, revealing, as he’d expected, his hard on.

he sat back on the couch, while you kneeled on the floor below him.

you started slowly. just licking a single line up the shaft. he groaned, immediately wrapping his fingers in your hair.

you worked your way back down, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that lay there. it was then you decided to take him.

your lips wrapped so perfectly around his dick. he always loved that. seeing you take him in your mouth. he thought it was the hottest thing ever.

you bobbed slowly, up and down, up and down. “fuuuuuck, baby. ya, that’s it. that’s it, you’re doing good…” the praise went right between your thighs, making you shuffle around again.

his hands continued to weave in your hair. they pushed your head further, further, until you could feel the drool running down your face. he loved when your face was sloppy like this.

he kept this up for a bit before he suddenly pulled away. “i don’t wanna cum like this. come on, up.”

yes.

you quickly got up to join him on the couch. “come on, on your back.”

you listened to his command and laid on your back. legs spread. ready for him.

and, god was he ready for you, too.

it took him all but a few seconds to get inside you and bottom out completely. the sudden adjustment made you let out a long moan. this was where you wanted to be. wrapped around him. literally.

he gave you a few seconds to adjust, moving to get in a better position. when you let out a shaky “okay,” he was ready.

he started slow, but deep. his strokes hit just the right spots in you. making you swear you could feel it in your stomach. you threw your head back as he, too, moaned. “you feel so good around me baby. sooo fuckin’ good,” he sang praise.

his pace only heightened from there. getting faster, his thighs started to slap against yours. your body moved back, tits bouncing as he got rougher. faster. harder.

the whole time, you were in bliss. feeling his dick pound into you. you had completely forgotten you were there: fucking on his studio’s couch. there wasn’t any thoughts in your brain besides him and his dick filling you up then going out then filling you up all over again.

and even if you could think, you wouldn’t care. not when he moved your legs to wrap around his waist, hitting a completely new angle. one that made his tip press against your cervix.

his breathing was hot and heavy. you could tell he was getting close. and dominic was a gentleman; you always needed to cum before he did.

so, to help him out a little, you reached down and started rubbing your clit. the bundle of nerves ached under your touch, but it only made you moan louder. you weren’t sure how nobody was hearing this.

it didn’t take long for you to get close again, too. certainly not with the way his hips were all but slamming into you now. “you close, baby?” he asked, feeling you tightening around him.

“ya…ya, ya, dom, keep doing that.” you felt yourself getting closer to the brink. the feeling of his thrusts intensified tenfold.

boy, did he listen. his grunts increased and your moans became higher and higher pitched until you couldn’t take it anymore.

the knot in your stomach exploded and you moaned loud. dominic held you through it, helping you ride out your orgasm. the wave was high as your eyes were screwed shut.

it took a second, but once you came back down, dominic slipped out of you. he took his cock, between his hand pumping it a few times before his own release laid across your stomach.

he collapsed on the couch right next to you. all you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing. you couldn’t believe you just did that. you just fucked in the studio. hard.

your boyfriend laid next to you and started gently caressing your shoulder. “you okay? you need anything?” you just shook your head, still basking in it all. he snickered and kissed your head.

he stood up, finding his boxers on the floor. funnily enough, they were somewhere near the control panel.

he slid them on, putting one foot in then the other. “so…you wanna hear something cool?”

you snapped out of your daze, turning only your head to look at him. your body was too tired to do much else.

you quirked an eyebrow. and with the same grin he wore all day, he pressed a couple of buttons until a sound was heard.

you couldn’t quite decipher it at first. just shuffling. it wasn’t until dominic moved forward on the track that you heard something else.

your heart dropped. was that…a moan? the audio kept playing. the sounds of your loud, deep moans echoed in your ears. oh my god.

your boyfriend had just recorded you having sex.

there were no words you could muster as he fast forwarded even more, the sounds of his grunts and the slapping of skin against skin now evident. it was so lewd, yet you couldn’t even argue with him. it was kind of hot.

“dom…” the words died in your throat. the audio kept looping in the background. “what- what are you even gonna do with that?”

he just shrugged, clicking his tongue. “i dunno. might wanna pay extra close attention in the new album, ya?”

[todayisafridaynight]

hear me out on this one

[sickgraymeat]

Marcy & Simon / Marcy & Hunson as Vanessa & Doofenshmirtz is great BUT have you considered