#kindly fuck off 💕

[heartofwritiing]

so just so everyone knows. i saw lovejoy friday night and it was the best night of my life. 🫶🏻

i met mark, ash and elodie and they were all so nice. 😭 mark is the sweetest human! i told him i loved the band and they were all amazing. i wish i would’ve said way more but i was extremely nervous to even be talking to him.

this band has gotten me through the lowest time in my life and i will forever be grateful for the joy they bring me everyday because of their music. 🫶🏻

[gtgbabie0]

-Benjicot Blackwood x Arryn!Reader

{Benjicot doesn’t mind getting his hands bloodied if it means protecting your honour}

word count- 1.7k

!CW!//vulgar language, descriptions of blood// Enjoy my lovelies💕

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The Vale was all harsh winds and rain since the sun had first begun to rise above the horizon, a thick layer of fog rolls through the high mountains and over the hills creating a rather eerie atmosphere around the courtyard of Raventree hall.

You sit on the balcony that overlooks the training grounds with your sister, Jeyne Arryn, protected from the light rain by the stoney overhang. You both had been asked to unite your houses for a few days in hopes of getting the men more accustomed to the sword and shield a little faster.

It had been going great in all honesty, they seemed to have lifted each other spirits despite the pressure of the looming war.

“Is your friend down there?” Jeyne smirks, looking over at you with a playful gleam in her eyes.

She takes joy in the way your eyes widen ever so slightly, how you move away from the edge to slouch back into your chair. “No, not yet.” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in a harrumph.

You roll your eyes at Jeyne and the sound of her chuckles, smiling into her cup whilst she continues to tease you. Her jabs are soon cut off by the sound of men cheering and metal clanging together in excitement.

You immediately lean back over the stone railing of the balcony, looking down at the group of men searching for…

Benjicot. He had made quite a name for himself over the past few moons, his way with a sword was… wild to put it more kindly. He was a madman on the battlefield, charging in with absolutely no fear, the complete opposite of the shy boy you grew up with.

For a small second your gazes meet. He waves softly, sending you a sweet smile which you happily return before he’s dragged away to the training yard by his friends.

The sound of your sister’s giggling snaps you out of the moment, your face twisting into a small frown. “Do not start.” You huff, slouching back into the chair with a pout.

Your sister makes small conversation, keeping it light as you watch over the training. Benjicot found it hard to stay focused, his mind drifting over to the fact that you were watching him with your pretty eyes.

The pair of you shared plenty of fleeting moments together, lingering touches and sweet whispered words. You danced along the line of friends and something more but neither of you took the leap, too scared of ruining the deep friendship you have.

Benjicot sits on a tree stump, cleaning his sword with a rag as his eyes glance between the balcony where you sit and the men around the training yard. He was miles away, thinking about how he could see you tonight… perhaps a walk through the garden… or maybe sneaking you into the kitchens.

His mind soon gets away from him, all of his thoughts consumed by you… but then again when are they not?

The sound of two rowdy men snaps him out of his trance, his expression immediately darkening with his brows pinched together tightly. They sound drunk as they speak horrid nonsense about women, barely able to hold their swords let alone stand on two feet.

“I’d fuck her… bet her cunt is tight too, ey?” The taller one says, harshly nudging the other man's shoulder almost sending him tumbling to the floor.

Benjicots fingers tighten around the hilt of the sword, his knuckles going white with anger. He hopes for their sake that they’re not talking about you. “Mhm… bet shes a squealer.” The other man agrees, the pair of them chuckling.

The sound goes right through Ben, his blood running cold as he watches them cast their predatory gaze over to you as you lean curiously over the edge of the balcony.

The sword that he was cleaning drops to the floor with a dull thud. He acts way before he thinks, his body moving without hesitation and before he knows it he’s coiling back his arm, colliding his tight fist down against one of the taller drunkards face as the other scurries off.

A crimson colour stains his knuckles, the blood warm and wet in between his fingers. The adrenaline overshadows the pain that shoots down his arm, reducing it to a mere tingle that he’ll surely feel later on. He watches the fool drop to the damp, cold ground, writhing in pain whilst clutching his nose as it weeps a thick red.

Benjicot opens and closes his hand, trying to lessen the ache. “Perhaps next time you’ll hold your tongue.” He sneers before storming off with a mean glare that makes everyone step out of his way.

You had watched the whole scene unfold, worry immediately settling in the pit of your stomach, etching across your face. Your sister tells you to ‘stay put’ however her words fall upon deaf ears as you rush back inside, running down the halls and the twists and turns of the castle.

The Maesters chambers are where you find Benjicot. His aunt walks out of the room with a displeased expression, however, the candlelight gives away the amusement that flickers through her dark eyes.

She greets you with a warm smile, nodding her head. You return the action before slipping into the room, your gaze immediately finding his as he gives you a sheepish smile.

“Hey…” his words break through the silence, the crackle of the hearth taking over once more as you wordlessly walk deeper into the room.

His hand was submerged in a dark oak basin, the water inside had long turned murky with a minty almost medicinal aroma. You sit down on the chair adjacent to his own, brows pinched together in concern.

“Where’s the Maester?” You ask, looking at him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Gone to get some sort of balm… I don’t need it.” His words make you tut, shaking your head as you watch him pull his hand out of the water. He seethes a little in pain, teeth clenched.

You reach over for a cloth, drying off his hand but whilst being careful to not cause him any more discomfort, he was already shifting and squirming in his chair.

“What even happened?” You sigh, holding his injured hand against your lap. Your thumb ever so gently caresses his palm in such a way that it makes his mind spin and his heart skip a beat.

He swallows, clearing his throat. “They— they were making… distasteful… comments towards you. I won’t repeat them.” He tells you, shaking his head firmly.

“How silly… look at your hands over some words.” You scold lightly, although there was no real bite to your soft tone. You couldn’t be, in fact, the thought of him defending you like this sends a pleasant warmth blooming through your chest. Although you wouldn’t tell him that, for his own sake.

“I’m fine, I have no regrets. They deserved it.” He states, watching the way you bring his knuckles into the candlelight to assess the damage.

They were red raw, the skin split open at the tips of each knuckle save for his thumb. A purplish colour tints the delicate skin, the shade darker around the cuts then fading off into a more dull colour. It certainly was not fine.

“You should be more careful.” Your words are hushed, whispered into the air, so soft that if he weren’t sitting so close to you he probably wouldn’t hear you. His eyes meet your own once more, admiring the way the candles cast an orangey light across your pretty features.

His fingers itch to reach out and tuck a loose curl behind your ear, to graze the back of his fingers along to warm cheek. But he refrains, even the mere thought has his stomach swarming with nervous butterflies.

You take another thin sheet of cloth, edges ragged with loose threads and the fabric an off-white colour. He looks at you with a quizzical expression, watching you dip one end of the cloth into the basin.

Before he can ask any questions you’re already leaning closer to him, knees bumping together. Your hand reaches out to ever so gently cup his jaw, fingers curling against his cheek to hold his head still whilst you wipe away a small mud stain just under his eye.

“Thank you…” he says, breath hitching in his throat at the way your thumb brushes along his warm cheek.

“No, I should be thanking you, really.” Your words make him smile, his eyes softening. “Thank you,” You add, your eyes searching his own.

He doesn’t speak, he can’t, not with you so close to him. He fears that he might have ruined the moment when silence wraps around the room. He suddenly doesn’t know what to do with himself or if he should move the hand that rests upon your lap.

He lets out a small noise in the back of his throat, trying to will the words from his lips but none come and it only serves to cause his mind to spiral, cursing himself and his inability to speak.

The feeling of your lips against his cheek brings him back, his worries and fears ebbing away until the only thing that was on his mind is your flowery perfume and the softness of the kiss. He finally lets out a breath. His hand rests against your knee as you pull back, a pang of disappointment hitting his chest.

“You don’t need to thank me… I’d never let anyone slander your name, but either way, you are welcome.” He finally manages to speak, the words tumbling out of his lips rather ungracefully.

You entwine your fingers with his own, minding his roughened knuckles, holding his hand ever so gently with your own. His thumb caressing the inside of your wrist, the calluses feel strangely nice.

“Perhaps afterwards we could walk through the gardens?” The suggestion makes his heart skip a beat, the image was already vivid in his mind, walking arm in arm with you.

“Of course, if it would please you, my lady.” He replies, hoping the words sound more graceful than before.

You hum in agreement, nodding your head. Your warm hands still in his own, the kiss lingering on his cheek, your knees pressing against either side of his own and your honeyed gaze still upon him… he realises he’s completely doomed, you hold his heart in the palm of his hand.

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[strang3lov3]

Downpour

Jack offers you a ride home, pulls over to wait out the storm, and fucks you. (4k)

Tags - smut, fingering, oral (f! receiving) hand jobs, unprotected piv, infidelity (Jack is married still), dirty talk, pet names (darling, sweetie, sweetheart, dear), unspecified age gap, kissing, finger sucking, bit of comeplay/come eating, reader has a bush but is otherwise undescribed #bushnation, Jack is all sweet and tender but kinda pervy too, i've headcannoned that mr. delroy is a man who comes a lot. like just so much come. references to late night with the devil but this fic can be understood without watching the movie, I write car sex uniquely in that I am not bound by physics or logic or any bullshit like that. So it’s like a Mary Poppins bag in there. Lots of room for fucking. No, don’t ask questions. Shhh. Don’t worry about it. Fic Help - @noxturnalpascal thanks for your help sweetheart ♡ i love you forever A/N - the David Dastmalchian brain worms infected me months ago and have not let me rest, so here’s this. Car sex with an older and married Jack Delroy.

I feel a little nervous about writing Jack, as I feel with all characters that are new to me. It takes me some time to find my groove. Kind comments would be appreciated 💕 maybe a prompt or two in the inbox for me to play around with if you wanna see more of him 🙏

  As Night Owls comes to a close for the evening, and laughter and chatter begin to fade out, you busy yourself tidying up your station. Cleaning your makeup brushes, packing away your supplies for the weekend. You watch the television in your room and see Jack waving goodbye, shaking audience members’ hands. He’s so handsome tonight. He’s handsome every night.

You’ve been working as a makeup artist on Night Owls for about a year now. It’s a job you kind of stumbled your way into. You had won a raffle ticket to watch Night Owls live show. You were so excited to go and yet you don’t even remember who the guest was that night. You went alone, and found yourself charmed by the show’s host, Jack Delroy. While on commercial break, while the television crew changed the set, you noticed Jack glancing at you as you touched up your makeup, fidgeting and tapping his foot. You offered him a kind smile, and he approached you. 

“Jack Delroy,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, and he kissed the backs of your fingertips. Starstruck, you giggled and gave him your name, tripping over the syllables. “Beautiful name, darling.”

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy.” 

Jack held your hand longer than what was appropriate. Realizing this, he quickly dropped it. “So, I apologize, but I'm about to be very forward. Gosh, this is very embarrassing,” he laughed awkwardly, then scratched the back of his neck. “I get a little oily in the face. The lights, you know. You wouldn’t happen to have like, a…” he trailed off, stuttering as he tried to find the right words.

You smiled and held up a finger, then dug through your makeup bag for some Mary Kay Beauty Blotter sheets your friend had given you. “Here.” You held the pack sheets out for the handsome talk show host. “Would these help?”

Jack took the sheets from you and inspected them. 

“And this,” you added, handing him your mirror compact. “You just press one of the sheets against your skin.” 

Jack grinned kindly, then took one of the small sheets and pressed it on his forehead and his long, gorgeous nose. “You are a lifesaver,” he said. “There. This is much better. I’m almost as pretty as you now, huh?”

Your cheeks warmed and you looked down at your lap to hide your smile. 

“Apologies, I’ve been told I'm a chronic flirt.” 

“I don’t really mind,” you told him softly.

Jack pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded, then sat in the empty seat next to you. “Alright,” he said, “This is an odd question,  but I’d like to toss it out there anyway because you seem to know what you’re doing with this kind of stuff. We’re short a makeup artist here at Night Owls. It’s unorthodox, I know, but you wouldn’t happen to be interested in–”

You gasp. “I’d love to. Yes.”

“--Being our makeup artist,” Jack finished, chuckling at your excitement. 

“Sorry, I just - oh god, I’d really love to,” you gushed. Jack opened his mouth to speak further, but was called back to set. 

“Stick around after the show, will you?” Jack winked.

“I will, Mr. Delroy.” 

And that’s how it happened. The job was simple: A little powder here, moisturizer there, hairspray to seal it all off. Nothing complicated, and it paid well. Lots of perks and advantages, like meeting TV stars and music artists. You consider yourself lucky. 

Perhaps your favorite part of the job is getting Jack ready for his shows. You’re no stranger to his handsomeness, but it’s special to experience it the way you do. To wash his face, moisturize it, paint a little makeup on his skin - as if he even needs it. “Make sure you cover up my crows feet, please, darling,” Jack said, pointing to his perceived flaws in the mirror. “Gosh, I’m getting so old. Don’t get old.” 

“Noted,” you told him. 

“And my hair, could you use a bit of that makeup to cover up my grays? They look so much worse on the screen.” 

Your heart broke a little. He’s always asked you to cover his wrinkles, but covering his grays was new. You hate doing it. That’s your least favorite part of the job. 

“Oh, but they don’t look so bad, Mr. Delroy.” You combed your fingers through his hair, inspecting the silvery strands he complained about. They look so beautiful against the inky black rest of his hair.

“Jack,” he corrected. “Just Jack. Who says they don’t look so bad?”

“I um…” you hummed, nervously messing with his hair. “Just fans, some of your fans kind of like it.” 

“Do they, now?” Jack teased, his eyebrow cocked. He laughed at your bashfulness as you stuttered something in defense. So shy, so sweet.

Jack loves you all the same. He loves the special affection he gets from you as you get him ready each night, he loves getting to peek down your shirt. But he plays the gentlemanly act well, never going further than a little harmless flirting. It’s fun to make you squirm, tease you for your little crush on him. He’s not oblivious to it. 

When the Night Owls theme finally ends and the studio lights go out, you get a phone call at your station. You hold the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?” 

“It’s Shar,” the voice says. Sharon is your roommate, and also your ride to and from work most nights. She drops you off at the studio before her shift, then picks you up after the show ends each night. Tonight, however, she’s at a party. “I met this guy, and I wanna go home with him. So that means…” Sharon doesn’t finish the sentence. She sounds guilty. 

“But you’re my ride, Shar,” you complain. “And they’re saying it’ll rain. What am I gonna do?”

“I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? Don’t be mad. You’re not mad.” 

“Sharon,” you groan. 

Sharon says your name. “Just listen - he’s so fucking hot, seriously. He’s like a movie star.”

“A movie star, huh?” 

“Don’t judge. Like you wouldn’t fuck Jack Delroy if you could. You know what, why don’t you ask him for a ride?” Sharon teases.

“No way, not happening. He’s married, and his wife is sick. Absolutely not.” 

“Pussy.” Sharon pauses. “If you really don’t have another way home, I’ll come get you.” 

“No, no. It’s fine. I can take the bus, I guess. But you owe me.”

“I do owe you,” Sharon says, “I owe you so much. I love you. Bye. Be safe.” 

“You be safe,” you quip. “Condoms.” 

Honestly, you’re not mad. Is it an inconvenience, sure. But Sharon works hard and deserves a nice night, and she’s right - you’d fuck your movie - television - star crush if you could too. You’ve taken the bus before, and it’s usually empty this time of night. It’ll be fine. 

You grab your purse, pull your knit cardigan over your torso and walk out of the studio, down the hall, then take the elevator down to the lobby. Through light rain, you walk down the street until you’re at a bus station, then sit down on the bench. A gust of wind nearly knocks you over, causing you to shiver and pull your cardigan tighter around your body as you wait for the bus. 

At least you don’t have to wait for long, though. Headlights approach, and the vehicle slows down. Except, it’s not the bus you were expecting. It’s a cerulean ‘74 Buick Electra, Jack’s car. He pulls over and leans across the seat to crank the window down. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for the bus,” you yell. Rain’s starting to come down harder, now, soaking your clothes. Jack makes a face and motions for you to get into his car. You wave him off, “It’s okay. It shouldn’t be much longer.” 

“Nonsense! Get in the car.” 

“It’s really okay, Mr. Delroy.”

Jack rolls his eyes. He gets out of his car and rounds the front of it, then takes your hand and pulls you up from the bench. “I’m not asking. I am telling you, as your boss, to get in my car.” 

Jack opens the passenger door and ushers you inside, then shuts your door and gets into the driver’s seat. “It’s supposed to be the storm of the century out there, and you’re gonna let it blow you right away. Crazy girl.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy,” you murmur sheepishly. 

Jack puts the car into first gear and takes off. “What’ve I told you about calling me Mr. Delroy? Jack, sweetie. Just Jack.” 

“I’m sorry, M- Jack.”

“Too sweet for your own good, you know that? Always so polite. Where am I taking you, sweetheart?”

“It’s a little bit far. You’re just gonna take this road for a while,” you instruct. “And then I’ll tell you where to turn. I’m not in the city proper.”

“Must be nice,” Jack replies. “Quiet.” 

You shrug. “Sometimes. Not usually. My roommate is kind of noisy.” 

Jack chuckles. “The roommate days, gosh. I don’t miss those a bit.” He pauses, thinks of something to say to fill the silence. “You don’t usually take the bus, do you?”

“Not usually, no,” you answer. “My roommate gives me a ride most of the time. But she ditched me tonight, so…” 

“That’s a real shame.” 

The rain starts to pick up a little more. Jack squints and at the road and increases the speed of his windshield wipers. He tries talking to you, but you can’t hear him over the drumming of rain against his car. Thunder booms, the drumming becomes louder and the windshield is nearly impossible to see out of. Jack has slowed the car down to a crawl, but when hail begins to fall from the sky, he pulls over. He shifts his car into neutral, then pulls the emergency brake to keep the car from rolling. Jack leans in close so you can hear him, “We’re just gonna wait out the storm, okay? It’s not safe to keep driving.” 

“Yeah, that seems smart,” you agree. You’re thankful Jack showed up when he did, and that he’s keeping you safe in his car. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint sound of music playing on his stereo. You still feel a little nervous, though. Maybe it’s the storm, or the jitters of being alone with Jack - older, married, handsome Jack. You shiver in your wet cardigan. 

“You’re cold,” Jack says. He tugs on your sweater, “Let’s get this off of you, huh? Not gonna let you catch a cold on my watch.” He peels the sweater off of you entirely, then lays it in his backseat. “And look, watch this–” Jack presses a button on his dashboard, a little orange light glows beneath the tiny image of a seat. Within a few seconds, the leather underneath you begins to warm. “Neat, huh? That should warm you up nicely.”

You still look cold, it’s evident in the way you hold yourself. Shoulders curled inward, hands clasped together. Jack thinks about holding you close, using his body to warm yours, but decides against it. You want it too, but you’ll never initiate touch. 

You look out of the raindrop-covered window at the creepy woods off to the side, the trees illuminated by the lightning. Jack sees the worry on your face reflected on the glass. “Everything alright, sweetie?”

“It’s just the woods,” you answer. “I don’t know. I don’t like it. I’ve heard about…I don’t know. Scary stuff happens there.”

“Like what?”

“Satanic rituals or something. The occult, that kind of stuff. I’ve heard about it on TV.”  

Jack lies to assure you, “It’s all make-belive,” he says, pushing down his own memories of The Grove. The sickly sweet smell of decaying leaves, sticks and branches crunching beneath his feet. The cold, metallic cup against his lips, that awful taste of whatever it is he drank. “But don’t look at the woods. Just look over here, right at me.” Jack turns your face toward his, then taps your nose. “There’s that beautiful smile.” 

You grin even wider. You know it’s just his nature, that it’s his job to be charming and likable, charismatic and sweet. It makes you feel so special and seen nonetheless. 

Jack smiles too. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He admires the details in your face for a minute, your perfect nose, sparkling eyes, your pretty lips. His eyes travel lower, tracing the endlessly beautiful curves of your body - breasts, waist, hips, thighs. There’s a rip up high on your nylons, just below your ridden-up skirt. He furrows his brows and touches your bare skin with his finger, “What happened here?”

“Oh.” You touch the tear with your finger, just a hair away from Jack’s. “My cat, Felix. He ripped my tights.” 

“Sounds like Felix is a real troublemaker, huh?”

“Oh, he can be,” you giggle quietly. “But I love him anyway.” 

Jack keeps his finger on the hole in your nylons, now drawing lines back and forth over your thighs with the rest of his fingers. Little goosebumps erupt on your skin in their wake. “You’re still so cold, darling. What am I gonna do with you?” Another shrug, another shy smile. “Come here,” Jack whispers. He wraps his strong hands around your legs and pulls you across the seat so that your legs are lying across his, and your torso curled into his own. Fuck, he smells good. His cologne is musky and spicy and masculine. You’re so close, Jack can feel your heart pounding nervously. But he says nothing about it, doesn’t want to embarrass you. Instead, Jack just gazes at you warmly, still tracing patterns on your leg. “You’re such a gorgeous girl, have I ever told you that?”  He pushes a bit of your hair behind your ear, sending tingles down your neck and spine.

“Jack,” you whisper, elongating his name. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious, darling. If only I were a younger man…If I hadn’t married…” He moves his hand from your ear to your mouth, pulling down on your bottom lip with his thumb. God, you’re so soft. Desire is building within Jack, taking control over his sensibilities. And you, too young and enchanted by Jack fucking Delroy to listen to any inhibitions in your head telling you that you should stop this.

 Jack pushes his thumb past your lips and you suck on it gently, so gently, the blunt little edges of your teeth tickling his fleshy skin. Arousal quickly builds in Jack, the sensation overwhelming him and bubbling over. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and holds your cheeks in both of his hands, inching closer to you bit by bit. Jack licks his lips, he’s about to do it. Finally, he does. Jack closes the gap between you by pressing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. He’s relaxed and controlled, but the way you kiss him is desperate and a little tentative. In time and with encouragement from Jack, how he squeezes you and growls against your lips, you find your confidence. You kiss him fervently, tasting him, savoring the softness of his tongue. 

Jack takes your hand and presses it against his warm bulge. You gasp, “But your wife–”

“Shh, quiet. She’s not here, now is she?” 

“N-no,” you stutter.

“No. It’s just us. You-” Jack unzips his pants and pulls his rock-hard cock out of his boxers. He spits into your palm and has you hold his length, then closes his hand around yours. “-And me.” 

With your hand under Jack’s, he pumps his cock. “Oh, that’s good. You’re my good girl,” he breathes. 

Jack grips his cock tighter and kisses you again. “Oh, Jack,” you moan. Jack helps you to stroke him from base to tip, your pinky finger brushing against that patch of coarse hair at his pelvis, thumb rubbing over his weeping head. 

“Just like this, darling. All the way up, all the way down. Just like this. You’re doing so well.” 

Jack twitches in your hand as you feel every thick vein and ridge on his cock. He urges you to pump him faster and at the same time, touches you. He gropes your breasts first, breasts he’s dreamed of touching since he first laid eyes on you. He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hand beneath your bra to squeeze your flesh, tease your nipples. Jack relishes in your body, how supple, soft, warm and wanting you are. You touch him like you love him and Christ, Jack can’t wait to bury himself inside you. Feel that warm, wet embrace of a young woman’s cunt. 

“Do you let other men touch you like this, sweetheart?” Jack asks, unzipping your skirt and shoving his hand down the front of your nylons. He toys with the arousal-dampened hair that’s spattered on your mound, then slips his fingers past your lips. “Older men, huh? Married men?” 

“N-no, Jack. Just you. Only you.”

“Do you like being touched like this?” You stutter out a frantic, breathy ‘yes’. “Dirty girl. It’s always girls like you.” 

Jack circles your clit with his fingertips, then presses two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. “Distracted, are we?” he murmurs as your hand that strokes his cock slows to a still, so focused on how Jack pleasures you that you forget about his needs.

 “H - what?” Jack chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze to remind you. “Oh, I’m s - sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” God, you are such a precious girl, and Jack is a lucky man. He breaks away from you just for a moment to undress himself, shoving his pants down his thighs and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once bare, Jack turns to you and finds that little tear in your nylons again, then rips the hole wider up the garment. He yanks the nylons and your panties off of your legs and puts them with the rest of his discarded clothes, tucking them away for later. He removes your skirt next, followed by your bra and your blouse. You breathe heavily as Jack takes in your naked form, even more beautiful than he pictured. He needs you now, needs to taste you.

Jack pushes you gently onto your back, laying you out across the bench seat before sinking to his knees on the floor of his Buick. He wraps his strong forearms around your still rain-cold thighs and pulls you close, close enough so that you can feel his hot breaths on your slick pussy. Jack could eat you alive right now.

He spits on your pussy, then rubs your folds with his fingers, paying special attention to your clit. He spreads your lips wide and admires your shiny, glistening center. “My, look at this mess,” Jack marvels, admiring your creamy arousal. He tastes you then, pressing a soft kiss against your core. Jack inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling your hair against his shaven face. His tongue darts from between his lips and he licks you up and down, dipping his tongue inside you. 

“Jack, oh my - yes,” you gasp, your hands tugging on his graying strands of black hair. Jack slowly licks a long stripe up your seam with his tongue flat against you, all the way from your asshole to clit. “Jack.”

The mess he’s reduced you to. All broken moans, desperate, needy cries of his name. Jack smiles against your cunt and continues licking and lapping at the sensitive part of you. He traces your folds, sucking them between his lips. He draws circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue next, driving you wild. “You like this, darling, don’t you? You like having this pretty pussy eaten?”

All you can do is nod. Jack closes his lips around your clit and sucks, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head and pull his hair tightly between your fingers. Jack forces you apart so that all you can do is take it, all that relentless, smoldering pleasure. 

Jack intensifies it all by pushing a finger inside you and curling it, stroking that sensitive part of you. Within seconds you’re coming, rocking your hips against his face as you ride out your high. 

There’s barely a comedown. Jack crawls over your body, one foot planted on the floor of the car and the other kneeling on the seat. He reaches behind the front seat for his suit jacket and bunches it up, then fits it between your head and the passenger door. “Don’t want your pretty little head to get hurt is all,” Jack says. 

He holds his cock between his thumb and his forefinger before he lines up with your entrance. His cock is big, perfectly lengthy and girthy. You tense up a bit as he fits his cockhead inside of you, “Easy, darling. Take it all for me,” he coos. 

You inhale deeply, and on your exhale Jack pushes himself inside of you in full. “Ohhh,” you moan. It’s such a tight fit, he fills you so fully. The aching burn of the stretch takes time to dissipate as Jack rubs your hip. After a moment, Jack pulls out of you, then inches his way back in. Your face previously scrunched in pain is now relaxed, soft little noises of pleasure escaping your lips. “That’s it, good girl,” Jack says. “Wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Jack laces his fingers between yours and uses his other hand to brace himself on the back of the car seat. Jack begins thrusting, not quite fucking you gently. It builds quickly, the pace both harder and faster. Jack rocks his hips into you at that perfect angle to have you writhing on his cock, the head of it kissing the most sensitive place inside of you over and over. You bury your face into him, the hair on his chest tickling your face. 

“Fuck,” Jack grunts, fucking you deeper. He knows he should be more gentle than this, but he can’t be helped. He loses himself inside of you, growling like an animal as he fucks his cock into you. You’re squirming beneath him, muscles tensing against his as you begin to cry, overwhelmed by it all. “Such a filthy fucking girl, crying on my cock. You’re okay, sweetie.” 

Jack rolls his hips quickly and fluidly so that his pubic bone is grinding against your mound, the friction inching you closer and closer to a second release, but it isn’t quite enough. You rock your hips to match Jack’s thrusts, needing more against your clit. “M-More please, Jack,” you beg. “I wanna come, Jack, make me come again.”

While still fucking you, Jack spits onto two of his fingertips, then fits his hand between your bodies. He finds your sensitive bud and rubs it, using the momentum of his thrusts to bring you to climax once more. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give - fucking give it to me.”

Jack rounds your clit with his fingers, putting harder pressure against it. In moments, you’re coming for him again, this orgasm more intense than the last. Your moans are louder, more frantic. Your face scrunches in pleasure as you pulse around Jack’s cock, urging his own release along. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

 Jack growls into your ear as he spills into you, milking himself entirely. He fills you with his come, so warm inside you, the throbbing of his cock so pleasurable and satisfying. Dampened with sweat, Jack presses his forehead against yours as he fucks you through his orgasm, then slows to a still. He hisses a little when he pulls out of your cunt, his spend dripping from your hole onto the leather. Jack collects this mess with his finger, then pushes the digit into your mouth as he catches his breath.

It’s all quiet, save for a few scattered raindrops and the sound of you and Jack both catching your breath. Jack breaks the silence. “Well hey, how about that. The storm passed, huh? Was really something, too. I’m glad we pulled over,” Jack laughs nervously. He helps you dress yourself as best as he can, then haphazardly dresses himself too. You smile a little, and Jack touches your face. “You alright, darling?”

“I’m okay,” you answer, still a little tearful. Jack smiles sympathetically and pulls you into his side, then shifts his car into gear. 

“Well, let’s get you home, then.” 

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The agreement (Blackmail part 2)

4k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller (post OB) Chapt summary: you can't get Javi out of your head. You and Joel go back for more Warnings: 18+ mdni. sharing, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, spitting, cum eating, anal play, threesome, double vag penetration, double creampie, degradation. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you so much for beta-ing me again 💕💕💕🫶🫶 And helping me with the title 😭 Playlist | ao3 | series masterlist | masterlist

Part 1

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You opened your eyes and looked at Joel, whose cock was buried deep in your pussy. He stopped and looked at you thoughtfully. He gently stroked your hair.

“Are you with me, darlin’?”

“Yeah, sure. I'm here, baby.” You put your hands on his hips and pushed your pelvis towards him, so he could continue fucking you.

Joel began to fuck you slowly again, scrutinizing you with his eyes. He slipped his hand down to your pussy and rubbed your clit under his thumb, gently, the way he knew how to do so well.

“Come for me,” he murmured.

In a few seconds you were cuming, followed by Joel pulling out just before jerking off, and shooting his cum all over your lower stomach. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped you off.

He lay down next to you, his elbow bent and his hand holding his head up, facing you.

"Tell me what’s happening."

“I’m fine, Joel. Just tired."

You had returned from Bill and Frank’s the day before, after your supply trip.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t ya?”

You lowered your gaze feeling the guilt. 

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Joel wiped them away with his thumbs when they started to fall.

“Sweetheart… It’s ok. We went to his apartment after a  mutual agreement. I know that what happened was unexpected. For both of us. But… I liked it too.” He was trying to meet your gaze.

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I should have… stayed detached.”

“Baby… it’s not like we can block our emotions. This is the principle of emotions. And isn't it better this way? Rather than fuckin’ a guy who would have disgusted you. I'd rather have seen you enjoying it."

You hugged him and said “I love you, Joel.”

“I love you, baby.”

You hadn’t talked about that night before this moment. Joel showed no resentment. But you were disturbed and had trouble getting the images of the evening out of your head. When you were making love to Joel, Javi's face would sometimes appear in your thoughts.

And you felt guilty.

You went out to do the planned tasks. You sorted the clothes collected by the patrols, and Joel cleaned the sewers. His task was arduous but it paid the best in ration cards.

You were walking towards your apartment late in the afternoon when you ran into Javi who was obviously going to take his night shift. You hadn’t seen him since that night.

“Hi, hermosa. Miller.”

“Peña”, Joel replied.

“Hello”, you whispered.

“Glad to see you returned safely from your outing.”

Joel grumbled “thanks.”

You tried to regain your composure and said “have a nice day” to Javi. He was looking at you, smiling. You blushed and said “let’s go, Joel.”

You continued on your way, Joel placing his hand against the small of your back and Javi watching you leave.

Joel and Javi crossed paths the next day.

“Did your outing go well?” Javi asked.

“We’re not friends, Peña.”

"Of course. We're doing business, that's all. You still seem a little tense. More than usual, I mean. Well, you're not exactly the most relaxed man I know,” Javi said with his usual insolence.

"Fuck off." Joel left without looking back.

The next week, you were finishing your work when you heard “Hi, Hermosa” behind you.

You froze before turning around and saying “Hi, Javi.”

“How are you, Hermosa?”

“Javi… you can’t call me that. It was business, that’s all.”

“Really?” he smiled kindly.

You looked at him annoyed but his soft teasing smile disconcerted you.

“I am available if you need to do business together again.”

And he left. You were stuck in place, feeling your panties getting soaked and said “Fuck!”

When you got back to the apartment, you lay down on the couch and quickly slipped your hands into your panties. You slipped your middle finger into your pussy to recover some wetness before sliding it over your clit and rolling it under your fingers. You put your other middle finger in your pussy and came quickly, feeling the spasms contracting it.

You said “Fuck…fuck!” again.

Joel returned shortly after. He hugged you and asked how you were.

“I saw Javi today. When I was leaving work. We just said hello.”

“You don’t need to justify yourself, sweetheart. It’s ok.”

You had been hugging for a few moments, then he said “you want to see him again, don’t you? Like the other night”

You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Joel I… No… No. I don’t want to see him again.”

Joel took your hands and said “I understand why you do baby. Really. The way he behaved towards you… I understand.”

You looked at him questioningly. You couldn’t believe he was saying that to you. Joel had always been a gentle lover, attentive to your desires, but possessive. And there he was, proposing you to see Javi again, with the possible risks that this could entail for your relationship.

He hugged you again holding you close, and said “I love you, sweetheart. I'm not worried about our relationship. We are the survivors of a damn apocalypse, in a QZ where our life is reduced to picking up shit. What if we allow ourselves more? And if we can do it through him, then I'm ok with it."

“I don’t understand why you don’t wait for this desire to pass, baby...”

“Because I don’t want the temptation to consume you and be more difficult to manage. I prefer to anticipate it.”

You hugged him tighter and said “I love you, Joel. But are you sure?”

“100% baby. I loved it too, you know.”

The next day, Joel went to meet Javi.

“Miller?”

“I’ll be quick. She liked the evening at your place. She liked you, and she’s everything to me. I told her that if she wanted we could do it again. No need to ask if you agree with this idea, I think?”

"Course not. Are you ok with that?”

“I told you, she’s everything to me. So yeah. But no chair for me this time.”

Javi smiled and said “You impress me Miller. I don’t know if I'd be able to do it.”

“You would be.”

Javi smiled. "Tomorrow evening?"

Joel nodded and they went their separate ways.

The next evening, you arrived at Javi’s place. His apartment was as clean as the last time.

“Good evening, Hermosa. Joel.”

You noticed that it was the first time he called him by his first name.

“Good evening, Javi,” you replied.

“Javier,” Joel greeted him back.

“Come in for a drink.”

He suggested that you sit on the couch while you had a drink. You downed your drinks, enjoying them more than last time, even if you and Joel were slightly uncomfortable.

“Pe… huh… Javier. The conditions are the same as last time, okay?” He turned to you and added “you’re in charge.”

You nodded and Javi added “of course.”

Joel and Javi looked at each other and nodded. They stood up and took off their tops: brown shirt for Javi, denim shirt for Joel. They kept their jeans on.

You wondered where Javi had found such a dated shirt. Oddly enough, it suited him very well.

You looked at them, standing in front of you.

Two men with dark hair, Javi's darker.

Of equivalent size.

Javi was slightly more slender than Joel. His body was more agile, while Joel's was all strength.

Joel, a little older than Javi, stood more hunched.

His face was serious, marked by hardship, while Javi's was mischievous with a sparkle in his eyes.

Both were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.

And both were just waiting for you.

Javi offered you his hand, and you took it getting up from the couch. You barely dared to look him in the eye. 

Javi leaned down to kiss your cheek, and said “there’s no reason to be embarrassed, Hermosa. The three of us are here because we want to, because the other evening went well. We want to have fun again. Joel and I, as well as you. Ok?

You looked at him, then Joel, who told you “he’s right sweetheart.”

You nodded and smiled, and said “ok.”

You held out your hand for Joel to come closer, and you kissed Javi on the lips.

Joel kept your hand in his as he moved closer to you. He came up against your back and kissed your neck. You moaned. Having these two men against you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You turned to Joel to kiss him while Javi was now against your back with his hands on your hips. He ran his hands up along your breasts and then down to your hips, breathing in your hair and neck.

Joel took off your shirt and Javi unhooked your bra before taking it off. Joel took the opportunity to take your breasts in his hands and caressed them gently. Javi placed kisses on your cheek, then up to your earlobe, his nose brushing against your skin. He moved down to your neck, his hands still on your hips, before sliding them down to your stomach and unzipping your jeans. He slid them down to your feet, kissing your body as he knelt down. You lifted your feet to remove each leg of your pants, as you kissed Joel. Javi stood up and ran his hand over your soaked panties, saying “mmm Hermosa” softly in your ear.

Joel took you by the hand and said “follow me, sweetheart” and led you to the dining room table where he leaned you against it, butt against the edge while Javi took off his jeans.

Joel pulled you closer to him, pressing his crotch against you. He was hard. He kissed you, hands on your hips, before leaning down to your breasts and taking one in his mouth while he caressed the other. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue over it, before moving on to the other.

You looked at Javi then at Joel, waiting for his approval. He looked up at you and nodded. 

You said “Come here, Javi”. Javi approached, his cock erect and hard. You kissed him and took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the precum. He growled into your mouth. Joel stepped aside and removed his jeans and boxers, while Javi faced you. He placed his lips on yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours as you jerked him off.

Joel moved closer to you and you got on your knees. You looked at them in turn, before taking Javi in your mouth and jerking Joel off. You looked at them again. Joel's gaze was intense. You moved away from Javi before taking Joel in your mouth and jerking Javi off.

“Damn Hermosa… you’re fucking hot.”

“Get up, baby” Joel said before grabbing you to help you. “Sit on the table.”

You leaned against the table and Joel lifted you to sit on it. He spread your legs with his large hands before kneeling between them. “Lay down, baby” he said.

As you lay down, Javi moved closer, jerking himself gently. He said “fuck… Hermosa you’re so beautiful.”

Joel ran his tongue over your pussy and you moaned under his tongue. He spread the folds with his fingers and ran his tongue more gently before coming to tickle your clit.

“Will you suck my dick Hermosa?” asked Javi.

“Yeah, come here, Javi”, you replied.

You turned your head towards him, he was holding his cock at the base. You ran your tongue over it before placing your lips around his tip and caressing it with your tongue.

You felt Joel’s fingers dig into your pussy, while he focused on your clit with his tongue. You moaned, making Javi groan in turn as you sucked his cock further and further, depending on the rhythm of his hips.

Joel sat up and stood up, and said “make her cum Javier.”

They switched places, Joel bringing his cock to your mouth. “Wanna suck your cock, baby”, you said.

“Take it sweetheart. Suck my dick. Make me feel good in your mouth” you nodded and took him in your mouth, before feeling Javi’s breath on your pussy. He ran his tongue, his saliva mixing with Joel’s in your pussy.

“Doesn’t she taste good Javier?”

“Yeah… You taste so good Hermosa. Joel, you're a lucky bastard.”

Joel smiled at Javi for the first time, and looked back at you “You’re doing well, sweetheart. So good for us.”

You looked at him, before lowering your gaze to his cock which was sliding into your mouth.

Javi stuck his tongue into your pussy and was fucking you with it, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He held your legs apart with his hands. You placed your hand on his head, moaning more and more.

“You’re gonna cum baby, right? Come in his mouth baby. Soak his tongue.”

You stopped sucking him as your pleasure mounted, keeping him in your mouth until you came in Javi's mouth. He held his hands tight around you to keep your legs from moving too much and keep you within his reach, continuing to lick you until the spasms stopped. Joel pulled out of your mouth as Javi stood up, and bended over to twirl his tongue over your pussy again. You jumped at his touch on your overly sensitive clit, before caressing his head with your hands.

While Joel helped you get up, Javi went to sit on the couch and said “Come sit in my lap, Hermosa. Facing him."

You walked over to him before sitting on his thighs. He slid his hand up to your pussy, avoiding your overly sensitive clit for the moment, but sliding his middle finger into your hole.

“Come get sucked Joel,” Javi told him.

Joel came closer to you and said “open sweetheart. Stick out your tongue.” You did as he told you, waiting for him with your tongue out. He placed his cock on your tongue, grabbing your chin with his hand to lift it up, and dripped his saliva onto his cock, watching it slide down to your tongue. And he slid his cock into your mouth. Your eyes were fixed on him. Javi grabbed one of your breasts with his other hand, continuing to gently slide his middle finger into your pussy.

You didn't move, letting Joel handle the movements. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into your throat, his hand resting on your head, the other falling down his body.

Javi said “give me a second Joel” and Joel withdrew. Javi grabbed his cock in his hand and lifted you up, pushing his cock into your pussy and you impaled yourself on it “oh god… Fuck, Javi…”

“Missed my cock Hermosa?”

You looked at Joel before answering, who nodded.

“Answer him baby. Tell him.”

“Yeah fuck… yeah I missed it.”

“I missed you too, Hermosa. You have quite an effect.”

Javi lifted you with his hands, and moved his hips to start fucking you. His movements were slow, and allowed Joel to come back into your mouth. You let him resume his pace, your lips wrapping around his shaft.

“Are you still too sensitive, baby?” asked Joel.

“No… I don't think so Joel. It’s ok.”

Joel knelt down and watched as Javi’s cock slid into your pussy. Your wetness slid down to his balls. He came closer and licked your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh god, Joel!” The sensations were indescribable. Javi’s cock was buried in your pussy, your legs raised. Javi held them apart. Joel sucking on your clit.

“Fuckin hell hermosa… you’re so hot. So good for us.”

You placed your hands on either side of Joel’s face and leaned against Javi’s chest, letting him lead the pace. You heard Joel grunting against your clit.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum again. Fuck…”

“Come on, baby. Come on his tongue and on my cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me again and soak me. Couldn’t stop thinking about it since the other night.”

You came, throwing your head back and squeezing Joel’s head so hard he groaned.

Joel pulled away to look at where your two bodies met and said “fuck baby… such a fuckin’ slut. Let’s go to the bedroom now.”

As you were about to get up, leaning forward to support yourself on your feet, Javi held you, hands on your hips and fucked you at a fast pace “fuckin’ soaked hole...” before letting you get up.

Once in the room, you lay down on the bed and said “come fuck me Joel.”

Joel lay on top of you and thrust into you, making you moan.

Your gaze was fixed on him but you were lost in your emotions. You loved everything about this evening. The way they fucked you, the way they shared you.

You stared at Joel. Intensely.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want you to…” You bit your lip.

“Tell me,” he said, thrusting hard.

You cried out in surprise, and said "I want you to talk to me. Dirty. Joel, please…"

“Fuck… you want me to tell you what a slut you are? Wanna hear it out loud?”

“Yes Joel…fuck…yes, please.”

"I can't believe you were reluctant to come back here, when your slutty holes just wanted to be filled by both of our cocks."

He grabbed your chin in his hand and added "That's what you wanted? To be filled by two cocks? Mine isn't enough for you, you need two big, fat cocks?"

He brought his hand down and squeezed your throat. His gaze was black. He held you so tightly that you could just nod your head.

“We’ll give you what you want.”

He released his grip on your throat, continuing to thrust into you.

“Javi, I want you in my mouth.”

Javi knelt on the bed, holding his cock in his hand. You looked at him, and stuck out your tongue.

“Fuckin christ, woman,” Joel said, fucking you harder.

Javi placed his cock on your tongue, just the tip. He jerked himself off while watching you, then Joel fucking you. And he slid his cock into your mouth, you rounded your lips to welcome him. He placed his hand on your cheek, and felt his cock through your skin.

Joel buried his head in your neck, kissing it, then came to bite your earlobe. His head brushing against Javi’s hand, before pulling out of you.

“Come fuck her Javi.”

Javi smiled, before saying “you like being shared by our two cocks, huh?” You nodded, looking at Joel.

Javi came and lay down between your legs and slid his cock inside you.

Joel was standing next to the bed, jerking off gently. “You take both of our cocks so well darlin. You’re doing so well for us.”

He walked over and fondled one of your breasts, still jerking off. He leaned towards you and said “open up baby”. As you opened your mouth, he spat in it and clamped your jaw shut with his hand.

“Fill her up javi. Then I’ll fill her cunt too.”

You groaned at his words.

“Look at me hermosa. You're going to get filled by two cocks, like a little slut. Is that what you want?"

“Yes! Yes Javi, that’s what I want.”

“Yeah? Want your pussy filled with both our cum? Wanna feel them running down your thighs?”

You nodded.

"Ok baby. I'll give you what you want.” He picked up the pace and put his arms under your shoulders to fuck you harder. Joel was still jerking off next to the bed.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum hermosa. Gonna fill this tight cunt.”

He thrusted in two more times before spreading his cum deep inside your pussy. Once his balls were empty, he withdrew, and Joel took his place instantly. He looked down at your folds to see Javi's cum starting to leak out. He ran his fingers around picking some up and stuffing them into your pussy.

“You want both of us, right? Can't miss a drop baby.”

He lay down between your thighs and bottomed out in one go. He put his fingers covered with Javi's cum in your mouth for you to lick them.

“Fuck. Such a slut. With your pussy dripping with the cum from another man. You’re so fucking soaked of his cum and so wet, I'm sure you could take both of our cocks in your pussy."

He growled against your ear, and his words hurried your orgasm.

“You’re such a whore, you know that?”

“Yes Joel…yeah.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore.”

Javi sat in the chair watching the whole scene.

Joel picked up the pace, unable to stop talking. “Can’t believe it, I thought you were a nice girl who wanted only my cock. But one cock isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?”

You couldn't answer anymore. He smacked your cheek. Not too hard. “Fuckin answer me.”

“Fuck. I want two cocks Joel. I want your two cocks. So bad.”

“Shit… I’m gonna fill you too.”

He grunted before thrusting deep inside you and shooting his load. Your orgasm rushed over you.

“Oh god Joel…” 

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

He finally got up while you were still lying down, and said “come see this Javi.”

The two men were standing at the foot of the bed, looking at your sore pussy, with their cum leaking out.

You heard the curfew sirens and Joel looked worriedly at Javi, who replied “stay here tonight. It's too late for you to go back. The bed is big enough, we’ll squeeze in.” The two men came to join you, each from one side.

You fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later, Joel and Javi’s bodies pressed against you. You felt some of their cum still leaking from your pussy but you didn't have the courage to go to the bathroom. Javi was against your back, his cock resting against your ass.

You stretched your ass towards him, at the same time as you took Joel’s cock in your hands, jerking him gently. You felt them wake up at the same time.

Javi’s hand came to squeeze your breast, before moving down to your thigh. He lifted your knee to give himself access to your pussy, and you felt the tip of his already hard cock directly slide into your hole.

Looking at Joel, you saw that his gaze was on you.

“Looks like you don’t need any preparation to take his cock baby? Still full of our cum huh?”

You bit your lip and just nodded, while Javi was pounding in you.

“Don’t stop jerking me off,” said Joel. You resumed your movement, stopped when Javi entered you.

“How is her pussy, Javi?”

“Ruined. I slide in so easily.”

“Mmmm” Joel muttered. Lie on your back Javi.”

Javi withdrew before settling in as Joel asked.

“And you sweetheart, come ride him.”

You moved on top of Javi, before grabbing his cock in your hand and pushing it inside you.

“Is the lube still in the top drawer?”

“Yeah.”

Joel went to get it and coated his cock with it, before putting the bottle down.

"You’re gonna prepare my ass, Joel?”

“It’s not your ass I’m gonna fuck."

“Wait what? I never…”

“There’s always a first time, baby.”

You looked at Javi with a panicked look, but he just said “come on Hermosa. You’re fuckin’ soaked and still dripping our cum from last night. You’ll take us easily.”

Joel kneeled behind you and spread your ass cheeks.

“Fuck… you’re gonna be so full….”

He leaned against Javi's cock, which had stopped his movements. Joel started to thrust and told you to lean on Javi’s chest.

You leaned forward and felt Joel’s cock sink into you.

“Fuck…Fuck! Joel, wait. It's too much. I don’t think I can -”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”

He didn't stop. He felt the walls of your pussy adjust to the two of them. He continued to thrust until his balls were against Javi's.

Looking up, you saw the look in Javi’s eyes, who nodded at Joel. And they both moved. 

“Oh fuck… Cant’ believe… God. Cant’ believe I’m getting fucked by two cocks."

Javi smiled and kissed you, before telling you “you’re really doing well Hermosa, you’re so good for us.”

“You can do better, darlin’.“

“What? What do you mean, Joel?”

Joel put his thumb in his mouth and spat on your ass. He caught the saliva with his thumb before applying it to your asshole.

“Shit Joel…”

“Stop whining. I know you like it” and he pushed his knuckle into your ass.

“Fuck..Yeah. Yes I do.”

Joel smiled as he looked at Javi.

You felt full. Two cocks in your pussy, Joel's thumb in your ass.

Joel told you “I’m sure if there were three cocks here, you’d take one in your mouth.”

“Fuck yeah…I bet she would”, added Javi.

They continued for a few minutes, and you heard Javi breathing harder.

“You’re gonna cum Javi? You’re gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Yeah Hermosa…I’m gonna fill you again.”

“Go ahead Javi. Cum in her pussy, and don't pull out until I fill her too. Not gonna be long.”

Your clit had been rubbing against Javi’s crotch for several minutes, and you felt like you were going to cum soon too.

“Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna fill you Hermosa. Oh… oh god….”

Javi's cock twitched as he came, his cock crushed against Joel's.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you too baby.”

Joel growled louder and louder, and you felt Javi’s cum starting to leak out of your pussy.

Joel stiffened and shot his cum into you. 

He collapsed on top of you, still straddling Javi and you came for the last time that night, full of their cum.

Before pulling out, Joel said, “You’re gonna have to help me find more after pills, Javi.”

Part 3

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I came here to ask for some Yujin thoughts bestie❤ So how about soccer player G!P Yujin (Because cock yes) being a massive pervert and having the biggest crush on popular girl reader. Reader is dating someone on Yujin's team that Yujin isn't close with and she just can't help but jerk off and then fucking the reader.

ah, it's my favorite fellow casual yujin enjoyer 🥺

it's really not yujin's fault that you're gorgeous, okay??? the first time you visited the soccer field to visit your boo, you were wearing an outfit that accentuated your curves so good that yujin had to run to the locker rooms bcs she got a terrible boner🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ever since then, she has had this massive crush on you and no matter what she did, she couldn't get over it! not with how you smiled at her in the hallways, or how you would sometimes wave at her during practices and games, or how you discreetly send her a wink or two from time to time 😵‍💫 it was dangerous, it was wrong, and it was not like yujin at all but.. really though, nobody can blame her 🤭🤭

as horny as she was for you, yujin would never let anybody catch her jacking off to you in school! she would be in the safety of her own home, in her room, where she sat on her bed and furiously pumped her hand in and our of her cock,, the memory of your thighs and the slightest bit of your ass cheeks that showed due to the short skirt you were wearing that day stuck in her pervy little head,, she would look so cute too... she just finished studying and wanted to tuck in for night so ofc she would wear her favorite hoodie but fuck she just had to remember you and now here she was, in her loser fit jerking off to her team member's girlfriend ���

she even moans your name sometimes... and it's probably one of the many things you have that she thinks is pretty! likes to imagine you sucking her off messily, or taking her thick cock in your ass to push herself over the edge 😵‍💫 baby grabbing the sheets and coming all over her blankets :((( probably gets wet dreams of you too!! wakes up all hard in the morning and jacks off once again in the showers.. she's very much obsessed 🥺💕

yujinnie nearly getting a heart attack when she sees you in the locker rooms after practice, half bent over the sink while you touched up your makeup,, fuck she was getting hard at the sight of your skirt bunching up a bit while you leaned over,, "hi, yuj. think you can help me here? i have a date." and ofc yujin doesn't hesitate and immediately comes to your aid... and she looked so cute! hair up, a bit sweaty from practice so her shirt stuck to her skin and showed you the faint outline of her abs, and fuck... that tent in her pants... that huge fucking dick she could never hide even when she tried 😋😋

holding your hair up and asking yujin to kindly assist you in putting it around your neck 🥺 her shaky hands working around you to successfully lock the beautiful necklace behind you. yujinnie making sure the pendant lays on your collarbone and accidentally brushes her hand against your boob, which of course got you smirking bcs god.. how adorable. "do i look pretty, yujin?" to which of course yujin pathetically nodded her head to bcs what else was she going to say?

taking her hands and putting them on your boobs,, you were surprised at how she didn't even hesitate to fight her urges bcs she immediately squeezed and pressed her hard cock against you, even lifting your skirt up just to see how perfect your ass looks on her dick... slipping one of her hands inside your panties and moaning at the feeling of your wet folds?? so pathetic, you could feel her precum leaking through her shorts 😵‍💫 "what're you waiting for, yujin? fuck me. i have a date." you said again and yujin doesn't wait another second before she spins you around,, as much as you'd love to make out with yujin until her head was spinning, you didn't want to mess up your makeup and risk getting found out..

instead, you grabbed yujin shirt and started kissing up her neck, leaving lipstick marks, hickeys, driving her insane once you found all the spots that only made her dick harder.. licking up her sweat, making sure your tongue runs along her jawline.. feeling her sticky abs underneath her shirt—god she was so hot.. how you fucking wished she could pound you every night 😵‍💫😵‍💫

yujinnie lifting you you up, your lower back against the sink, arms on top of the counter to support yourself while she raised your legs over her shoulders and fucked your tight cunt 😩 both of you having the hardest time not to make any sounds just in case anybody was lingering nearby but yujin was too fast, too deep inside, and feels too fucking good that you didn't even bother anymore after a few minutes... her being so turned on at the sight of her big cock disappearing inside your little pussy, somehow managing to sneak a hand between your legs and rub your swollen clit, practically making you scream and lock your legs around her neck...

"mhm.. bet you're such a fucking perv that y-you've thought about this exact situation a lot, huh? a-ah, fuck...! t-that's—shit—that's okay... you're so fucking cute."

"such a bad teammate... fucking one of your buddies' girlfriend.. what would they say if they knew, hm? y-you—"

"please, shut up." yujin gripping your thighs harder and somehow quickening her pace. moans freely escaping her lips, she just couldn't help it :((( pushing her cock deep inside you as she came, rope after rope of cum spilling inside your wills and filling you up like your partner never could?? you fucking knew cheating was worth it, especially if it was for someone as good as yujin 🫣🤨

yujinnie letting her cock sit inside you for a while bcs it just fit so perfectly in there :((( plus, you felt warm, and she liked the way you brushed your fingers through her hair,, "next time, you're taking me home." you whispered, almost laughing when you felt her cock get hard again bcs the thought truly had her mind reeling 😩

[delphi-dreamin]

Hiya sweet thing 💕

May I request threesome Headcanons between MC, Solomon and Asmo or MC, Beel and Belphie 🌻

Love you darling heart. 😚😚

Saadie, my love, you have created a monster. I had to physically stop myself because I could have gone on forever. Once I got started, the words just wouldn't stop.

I...may have gotten a bit carried away. 😳

Anyway, threesome headcanons! 🔞 Minors, kindly fuck off 🥰

Attic Club Sandwich

What could be better than one demon pleasing you? Two. Who are somehow telepathically linked and focused entirely on you.

You don’t know exactly how the twin thing works, but they somehow each know exactly where the other is going to be, what the other is going to do, and use that to enhance your pleasure.

They each have their favorite places to touch and tease you. Beel can't get enough of your neck and shoulders, kissing, sucking, biting at the sensitive skin and drawing beautiful little whimpers and moans from your delicate throat. He also thoroughly enjoys the soft skin of your tummy, squeezing and kneading and lightly pinching the fat there, however thick or thin the layer, he loves it.

Belphie adores your thighs. Of course they’re perfect for napping on, plush as any pillow and warm against his cheek. But he also loves licking a stripe up your inner thigh, kissing and nipping playfully to elicit a response from you. When you arch your back, he greedily bites down on the spot, just to hear the blissful cry you give him. He loves your tits almost as much. Perfect for laying his head on, or nuzzling between, the velvety flesh tender and responsive when he squeezes and caresses, and he loves the little yelp you make when he takes your nipple between his teeth and bites.

But when you have the two of them together? Laying back against Beel’s expansive chest, his mouth on your shoulder and large hands gripping your waist, with Belphie between your thighs, kissing and biting his way to your core? It's a close to heaven as you've ever been in hell.

Usually, Belphie fucks you first. He’s not as big as his twin, and he prefers getting to feel just how tight you are around him before you’re stretched and relaxed for Beel. And he's wonderful at working you open, taking his time to really warm you up, getting at least two orgasms out of you before he lets Beel take over.

And when Beel takes over. He’s huge. We know this. Even after Belphie’s prepped you, he’s still a stretch. A delicious stretch, but he’s careful to take his time and make it as good for you as it is for him. He isn’t as rough as Belphie can be, knowing how easily he could hurt you. But between Belphie's hands and mouth on you and his cock splitting you open, the noises you make for them? He can sometimes get a little carried away.

They both love looking at the marks the other gave you, Belphie admiring the purple ring that Beel’s teeth left on your shoulder and Beel gently caressing the deep red hickies his twin left on your thigh. They’re both happy knowing that you make their twin so happy.

Laying between them after is so comforting. Resting your head on Beel’s chest while Belphie’s curled against your back, both of their hands resting possessively on your warm skin, their breath cool and reassuring as they dream peacefully. Knowing just from their touch how much they both love you.

Yeah...I may have gotten carried away. 🙈 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! 💖

Taglist: @sassykattery @sparkbeast20 @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @consolationblog @rensphilia @flemmingbamse

[bittsandpieces]

“Please take this into consideration” is what’s sending me about that anon. If these people actually did think I was a pedophile because I like to play pretend, I’d hope their course of action wasn’t just a scolding message, but of course they don’t actually think that, they just think it’s icky and don’t know how to mind their business. Like as if an anonymous message on tumblr telling me that it’s actually bad for me to play pretend is going to magically make me not horny about it anymore lmao. These people are so unserious and reactionary it hurts.

As someone whose fauxcest kink is almost exclusively through the lens of ageplay, I’d be excited to see those ideas if you ever do choose to post about them, and everyone else can kindly fuck off 💕

THANK YOU. it's also incredibly transparent that the people who send messages like that have never been in an irl kink community, because if they had any real experience they'd know there's a looooong history of age play in the kink community, even when you look at subcultures like old guard leather that we don't typically think of as involving age play. reactionary morality has no place in the kink community and it sure as shit doesn't do anything to stop actual predators

however, based on the absolutely horrible hateful messages sitting in my inbox right now, I don't think I'm going to post about my age play feelings, at least not for a while. Im not a big fan of opening my inbox to an avalanche of people telling me to kill myself because I want to play pretend in a way they don't like

[prettyoatmeal]

I'm in LOVE with your work. I love my konig so much he's the cutest on the world 💕💞💖

I have no idea what to request but im hungry for more subby konig who's babbling and moaning and just pussy drunk and he gets all dopey and giggly and almost high even after sex and maybe the 141 guys are like... what did he have? we want some too 🤔

Just a Giggly Mood (König x Fem!Reader)

I'm so in love w this ask, you have no idea. Subby König>>>>

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Summary: You, König and all the friends you'd made during your time in the military have come over to celebrate the return home with drinks. Though, you and König had other plans in mind. While music was playing and your friends were having the time of their lives, you two had snuck upstairs to your shared bedroom for a bit of well deserved fun.

Warnings: Drug mention

Word Count: 1285

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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"Mmnph.. hmm!"

With every thrust there came a whiny moan or hum from his lips. He was so desperate for this, he didn't even bother to take all his gear off. His helmet and breastplate were laying on the floor next to the creaking bed, mask pulled up past his mouth just so he could kiss your soft skin, his trousers were barely down to his knees with your underwear being merely pulled to the side and out of the way just enough, being slammed into missionary and immediately being rutted into. If he told you that he'd sniffed some sex pollen, you'd believe him.

With the amount of lube being used along with your slick just so he could fit inside you, plus that sticky feeling from how many times he's filled you up already, you couldn't hear anything but those wet, squelching noises of his cock moving in and out of you at such a rapid pace.

Your hands were stuck in place, your fingers intertwined with his as he kept them pinned next to you head. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway because you could barely bring yourself to move from the sheer amount of pleasure he'd brought on you.

"My- mmnghh,, My love- gotta fill you, gotta fill you.." He'd repeat to himself as his hot breath hit against your neck, practically slobbering all over it with the open-mouthed kisses he'd place down. He was completely pussy drunk, he couldn't get enough of the feeling of you squeezing and pulsing around him, so warm and wet and everything he could ever dream of. Mix that in with an overly sensitive, overstimulated König from cumming inside you so many times now and he's crying out, sobbing into your neck and unable to keep his hips from relentlessly pounding into you.

You couldn't think, completely fucked silly and dumbified from the constant pounding he was giving you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Schatz!" He mewled as he painted your walls white once again, his hiccups mixing in with the weak moans you were letting out yourself.

It was only a matter of time before he began to rut into you once more, still clearly not satisfied.

"K-König... plea- mmnf!" And just like that, his cock was pounding against your spongey g-spot over and over and over again, "Too much,,"

You managed to mutter out among your moans, completely helpless against the man of pure muscle pinning you down

"Just one more, p-please, Liebling! Please, please, please.. feels so good..!" He'd beg you so kindly, so of course you didn't stop him.

Finally moving a hand from your wrist, he brings his thumb down to your swollen clit, massaging it as he thrusted into you like his life depended on it. Your moans only became louder as you approached your millionth orgasm for the night, not caring for whoever could hear outside the room.

All the wet noises, the slapping of skin together, the way his balls would slam against you with every thrust, it was all too much.

"That's it, oh g-gosh... just like that-" was all you could say before you could feel yourself letting go, your release creeping up to you. König's hand quickly moved to slam over your mouth in a despair attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn't help but let out a final symphony of muffled moans and whines as you climaxed over his cock once again. Your mouth stayed agape against his hands as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his orgasm a final time.

His goddamn libido was going to be the death of you.

His hand moved back down to your hips, grabbing onto your soft flesh as he pulled them down each time he thrusted into you. The way he'd come completely undone from his own doing was a beautiful sight to see. The way he sobbed into your neck from the overstimulation was a constant reminder to you how much he craved this every single second of the day.

It felt like forever until you could feel him becoming close once more, his hands gripping your hips as if his life depended on it, pulling them up into an angle so his cock reached even deeper inside you, just kissing your cervix and causing you to squeal out.

His dirty talk turned into his classic, incoherent babbling, only able to make out little words such as 'please', 'yes', and 'fuck'. He let out a final girlish cry, his face buried into your neck as he filled you up one more time.

Your moans had finally died out while he was stuck with his face in your neck with heavy breaths and small sobs emitting from his mouth. Your hands were still shaking as they move upwards and under König's veil, moving up to the nape of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

"You.. Y'still with us, König?" You ask in between breaths, hearing him swallow and feeling him nod. You couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle, causing him to giggle meekly back with you.

He finally moved you back into a comfortable position, massaging your hips where he'd gripped them so tightly in a prior attempt to sooth the ache he knew would soon creep up on you.

"You did so well." You'd praised him, earning another flustered giggle as he'd relaxed from his high.

"I'm sorry," You'd heard his muffled words as he pulled himself away from your neck, finally pulling his veil off and taking in a deep breath, revealing his tear stained face, "I got your neck sopping wet!" His voice was nasally, still in the aftermath of all that sobbing.

His face was cute like this, reddened cheeks, huffing in the fresh air he's finally got access to, the way his glassy, puppy dog eyes looked up at you with a wide smile on his lips. You placed a small kiss on his nose before a whine escaped your mouth as you felt him pulling out, again, earning another giggle from him at your reaction.

"I'd say you enjoyed it more than I did, Schatz!" His bashful attitude had depleted and been replaced with his silly little giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You'd reply, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands gently caressed all over your hips, your waist, your chest, before finally landing on your cheeks, feeling your soft skin with his calloused hands before you pulled away, "I love you so much."

"Ich Liebe dich, Schatz."

"Go clean up, you smell like sex and sweat. And.. bring us a warm towel maybe. I don't think I can stand."

"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, pulling his trousers back up and rushing out of the room, taking his giggles along with him.

When he made his way to the bathroom (which was so extremely conveniently not connected to the bedroom), he made sure to knock, hearing a voice yelling 'coming!', evidently causing him to let out another snicker as he thought back to just moments before.

Soon, the door slid open with Gaz walking out, noticing the little smirk on König's face.

"Your face is pretty red there, big guy. You doing okay?"

He quickly nodded with another chuckle.

"Sorry, just in a... giggly mood." There was nothing to be laughing at, yet all the thoughts come rushing to his head at once, earning another snicker. As König prepared the warm towels to clean you up with, Gaz made his way back downstairs, taking a seat next to Soap.

"Think they're doing drugs up there. König was giggling like a madman."

"Sounds like a blast, I want what they're on."

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[chelemlem]

Landoscar flatmates au ? For the au prompts!

OH HELLO. ok this is more neighbours au than flatmates but !

lando moves into his first london apartment trying to get his new streaming company off the ground. it's Not a nice place exactly. the stairwell is a fire hazard and there are water stains wrapped around the smaller-than-he's-used-to kitchen and he's pretty sure his downstairs neighbours are serial killers with the odd hours they keep & passive aggressive notes they leave around (wdym "kindly refrain from yelling when ppl are trying to sleep" who goes to bed at 7pm m8? but ok FINE he can schedule his cod streams for earlier in the day 🙄)

but that's what you get for wanting to "make it on ur own". so to speak

one sultry summer afternoon his doorbell rings and oh worm? it's the fabled downstairs neighbour who he's never met before. he's got floppy hair and bags under his eyes and apparently he's going to be late on rent this month bc he lost his second job. internally lando's like uh ok sure? what's that got to do with me but then Floppy Hair gives him a slow once-over and says: "or i could maybe. blow you?"

and that's??? fuck, why not. the guy's fit. what the hell

he figures out what that was all about later: oscar the downstairs bloke thinks LANDO owns the apartment bc he coincidentally shares a last name with their landlord ?

which brings up like: The Ethical Conundrum. on one hand: honesty, yeah? but lando's morals are fluid at the best of times and tbh the convenience of having dick that good only a floor down is nothing to sneeze at‼️ besides, between his delivery job and engineering coursework, oscar seems to have enough on his plate without adding apartment-hunting to the mix. it's win-win, really? what oscar doesn't know won't hurt him. lando can cover his share

cue 3-5 months of some of the best sex lando's ever had, partly for the normal reasons and partly bc of how Down oscar is to try all the weird kinky shit lando is into (which he chalks up to the fact that in oscar's mind he's essentially selling his body for shelter...... insert vague guilt)

and the problem is lando's growing fond of oscar's like dry sense of humor and his surprisingly good cooking (when he's got the time) and ends up doing all sorts of throat-constrictingly domestic stuff like dropping oscar off at class and ordering extra groceries for him and one day when they're sat in oscar's apartment waiting for the kettle (a shmancy new one lando bought) to boil, oscar jokes "oh am i officially a sugar baby now... a rentboy if u will" lando has a mild (read: severe) crisis about it and just. blurts out the truth

oscar's quiet for a bit. and then he's like: yeah i know

and hi what? the? fuck? but oscar's like uh so i ran into our real landlord a couple of weeks after we started shagging and i know i should have said something when u began paying a third of my rent but. shrugs. i looked u up and it seems like you can afford it (pure electric advert). also i... like hanging out with you. i like cooking for you. i like having sex and enough free time to sleep. i wanna keep doing it if you... (he's blushing now) don't mind

and lando's lowkey like youuu son of a bitch but he recognises he doesn't have a leg to stand on and hey does this mean oscar can actually spend nights at his place instead of walking back to his own apartment ? cut to future oscar cameoing in the background of lando's streams as Anonymous Boyfriend and maxf being like why the hell do you still have him saved in ur phone as "rentboy 💕"

[writingforstraykids]

Can we have a Minchan drabble with Minho comforting Chan after a rough day (hate, stress etc)?💖

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 905

Warnings/Tags: insecure!chan, soft!min, angst, fluff, cuddles, mention of hate comments (no further details), emotional hurt!comfort

A/N: I hope you like it dear💕

Minho looks up from his phone as the door to his room opens without a warning. He frowns softly as Chan shuffles inside, and his heart drops, noticing he's crying. “Chan?” he asks carefully, and the older man bows his head defeatedly, a heavy sob shaking his body. Minho scrambles to his feet and rushes to him. He opens his arms for him, pulling him into a warm embrace and rocking him gently. “Channie, baby?”

Chan sobs in response, burying his face in his shoulder and holding onto him tightly. “M-Min,” he whimpers. “‘m sorry,” he hiccups through tears. 

“No, Channie, it's okay,” he promises, fondling his head and running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, I got you.” He takes a few steps back with him, carefully sitting at the edge of his bed, pulling Chan into his lap, who clings to him. Minho worriedly leans his head against Chan's and rubs his back soothingly. “Baby, what happened?”

Chan makes a pained noise before telling him, broken up between sobs and soft hiccups. He tells him how pissed he is at himself for not getting everything done today. He tells him about the nasty comments he received during his live and the way he grows smaller in Minho's arms at that breaks his heart. “I'm just stressed out a-and insecure. M-Min, I'm s-so tired o-of everything,” he rambles on, burying himself even deeper in his arms, curling up into himself a bit. “I can't sleep, and I’m so fucking tired.”

Minho gets up with a soft grunt, lifting him up and lowering him into his mattress. Chan turns his head so Minho can't take in the whole mess and presses his lips together tightly. Minho grabs his blanket and tucks him in comfortably, leaning down to brush back his hair. “I'll be back in two minutes, promise. You stay right there.”

Chan nods reluctantly and watches him leave. His stomach tightens painfully as he's suddenly alone again, and he turns onto his side, curling up with a sob. He misses him already, and he knows it's ridiculous how much he needs his boyfriend sometimes. 

Minho is back soon, as promised, carrying a cup of tea, a bowl with cut-up brownie bites, and Chan's sleeping pills. He puts everything down at his bedside table before grabbing his lighter and some of the lavender candles he keeps in his room. He ignites a few of them, placing them around the room and then turns off the lights. He knows how embarrassed Chan gets about breaking down like this, maybe that would help.

Chan shivers at the warm, soft light bathing the room. Minho sits down next to him and flashes him an encouraging smile as he hands him the cup of tea. “It's your favorite with two spoons of honey as you like it.”

Fresh tears shoot to his eyes, and he mumbles a soft ‘thank you’. Minho wraps his arm around him, and Chan shuffles closer, slowly sipping his tea. He takes the pill Minho hands him and takes a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” he shakes his head. “You've had a shit day, it's okay.”

“It's stupid,” he argues weakly. 

“Mhm, no,” Minho shakes his head, gently running his hand through Chan's hair. “If it upsets you, it's valid, no matter how minor the incident may seem.” 

“I should do better,” Chan says, finishing his tea and staring at the empty cup in his hands. 

“You're doing your best,” Minho reminds him kindly. 

“It's not enough,” he insists, grip growing tight around the cup. 

“It'll never be enough. You have very unrealistically high standards for yourself,” Minho chuckles softly and puts the cup aside for him. “You're so kind and understanding with everyone else…sometimes I wished Chan would take care of my Channie more,” he told him softly. 

Chan turns to look at him, lower lip quivering heavily. “I'm sorry. You're right, I fucked that up.”

“You didn't fuck anything up,” he assures him and gently caresses his cheek. “You just need to learn to be more patient with yourself, Channie love. You have boundaries like everyone else; you have only so many resources before you burn out. It's human.”

“Can I stay tonight?” he asks timidly. 

Minho gets onto his knees between his legs and soothingly rubs his bare thighs, hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shorts. “That's the dumbest question you've asked me today,” he smirks and a tiny smile pulls at the corner of Chan's mouth. “I have snacks, I have a fuzzy blanket for you and aaall the love you deserve,” he tells him and giggles as Chan is suddenly on top of him, throwing him back into the mattress. 

He gets comfortable on top of him and sighs softly. “I love you, Minho baby.”

Minho smiles sweetly and cuddles him close, covering them with the blanket. “I love you too, Channie love.” He soothingly fondles his hair, feeding him brownies as Chan grows quieter and heavier on him with every passing minute. “I'm so proud of you, so are the kids. They adore you, and I love you so so much, baby,” Minho tells him sincerely, massaging his scalp. Chan hums in response, too far gone to answer properly. He soothes him to sleep and cuddles up tightly with him once he is. “My sweet Channie,” he whispers into the comforting silence of his room. 

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[fuzzythoughtsblog]

Ohh i totally get what u said and that's hot im a stone sub too write a smut related to it plss 🥹 that would be so hott

Sure.

What if both our Dom's decided to setup a "playdate" for us. Of course we're both blissfully unaware of their plans, we both think we're going to dinner and then a love hotel for some fun. It isn't until we both enter the same hotel room that we understood what was going on.

One of our Dom's starts to speak up "I'm sorry babies but we just gotta settle a little argument we were having. You see she says she has the best sub and I said that's not possible because I have the best sub. So we just kept going back and forth until we realized why don't we have a little friendly competition to decide. "

The other dom pipes up "Yeah, now bunnies why don't you show us what you wore under your clothes, we both know that you like to wear some slutty lingerie on date night."

After saying this both of are Dom's begin helping us out of our clothes. But they're surprise to find one of us wearing some cute baby blue lingerie while the other is only wearing a pair of pink stockings. Embarrassed I mubble out something about noticing my Dom eye them in the window. My Dom then grabs me and sets down with me in her lap.

She then spreads my legs while I look away. "Look at her pretty pussy hanging out just for me wrapped by those pretty stockings. How could you say she's not perfect?" Your Dom interjects "Yeah that's hot and all. But look at how cute and innocent my girl looks. Basically begging for corruption, I think that beats some tacky stockings! "

My Dom then grabs me and places me below her on the ground. "Your just jealous because my girl is the best with her mouth. " she says before slipping her pants off and placing her cunt in my mouth. "Go on bunny give them a show."

As I begin to suck and lick your Dom sits beside mine and pulls you to the floor. "Bullshit my girl has the tongue of a succubus! " she says as she takes her belt off and pulls you on to her too the ground too. As we both continue eating them out they continue to taunt each other. Before my Dom pulls me off of her with a pop. My Dom then says while holding my face thumb pressing against my tongue. "Go help the other bunny, show her what that beautiful tongue can do. "

When she let's go I hesitate to crawl over but then she gives me the look so I do. As I crawl between your Dom's legs you kindly scoot over so we can both lap at her cunt. "Fuck, that's good." Your Dom says while pushing both of are heads down. " Told you. " my Dom sneers as she slowly massages her clit. "Watch this, hey bunny her mouth is getting dirty too, clean it. "

After these words I turn to you with a look of "is this okay? " you nod so I put my arms on your shoulders before lapping a your tongue. The kiss starts out like this messy and unorganized but soon we get a rhythm and it becomes a more organized sexy make out session that leaves us both panting as both of are Dom's watch eyes never leave us.

When we get done I look up at your Dom then mine. "Was that good ? " ask them causing your Dom to moan "Fuck I can't handle both of them. " my Dom giggles before persuading your Dom "Why don't you tell your pretty girl to put her mouth on me? "

After saying that your Dom motions you towards mine. You crawl over and place you mouth over her hand sucking at her clit while she massages it. My Dom let's out a gasp which makes yours say "I told you so. "

By the end of the night me and you are sucking our Doms juices off each other's tongues. While we both get pounded into. Our Doms take turns fucking are pussys as they forget about they're little competition.

All in all we both enjoyed our play date and can't wait until the next. 💕

[gtgbabie0]

-Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help}

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The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.

It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent mess— fucking useless, she thought bitterly. It’d be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldn’t tell their left from their right.

Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.

It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smile— the type that softens her hardened features.

It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.

So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical arm— which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldn’t reach or to hand her the right tools… or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then she’d like to admit.

Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.

She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Sev?— what’re you doing?” Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.

“Nothing, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. She’d woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.

You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frown— your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.

“You won’t be able to fix it if you’re drunk.” You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.

“It’s not the alcohol—” Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. “It needs a specific part.” Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didn’t absolutely adore the feeling.

With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missing— it’d be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevika’s face she knew this… but it was a pain to do.

“I could-” you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.

“Just help me take it off,” She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which you’re quick to pick up.

She didn’t like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.

You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevika’s shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow… get that specific piece.” You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robe— caressing up to your waist slowly.

“Mmhm.” She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.

Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her… you were a dangerous woman— her kryptonite.

“C’mere.” She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her body— her fingers brushing along your hip.

“Come to bed Sev— you look like you’re about to pass out.” You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours… so tired and sweet.

“I will just let me hold you like this for a minute.” She replies back, bumping her forehead against your own— pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled ‘I love you’ spoken into your skin.

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[arminsumi]

hi!

i’ve been having this scenario in my mind for weeks and i’d love if you could write something abt it, i love your writing!!

it’s basically that armin never defends himself when people are rude to him and tries to ignore but the moment someone is slightly rude to reader he literally snaps at them without a doubt

😭this is sooo armin i love it!! ty for ur req angel hope u like it 💕

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░ 🐬 Armin

Armin does not tolerate anyone being mean to his favorite person

⚠️Cws; fluff

Notes; gn!reader, canon au

░ 🍒 When someone is rude to Armin he just shrugs. His mind glosses over what they have said, but he doesn't give it much attention. Though, on some 3 AM nights he'll brood on their words.

░ 🍒 But if someone's rude to you? Oh boy, they better get ready to experience a venomous sting. He is a Scorpio after all, you know he has it in him. It's like a tool he keeps secret and only uses when it's really necessary.

░ 🍒 If they're not being that rude or if it's even accidental, then Armin will return their attitude right back in their face in the form of a well-timed, witty joke. It usually shuts someone up instantly.

░ 🍒 But don't test that boy's tolerance, "Hey, you watch it." is one of the first warnings he gives them. You feel a coldness in the atmosphere, is it his icy tone or is it just winter?

░ 🍒 If they keep pushing you, Armin pushes them back, "I'm ain't fucking playin', back off." he becomes snappy and curt towards them, when usually he's the most eloquent and elaborative speaker.

░ 🍒 It's not just the tone in which he retaliates, but also his blazing eyes. It's fascinating to see his blue eyes turn from a comforting shade to a threatening one.

░ 🍒 HE'S SO SARCASTIC 😭 He absolutely destroys them with sarcasm! "Oh, I'm being an asshole? Gosh, that's awful. I'm so sorry." he sighs at them when they accuse him of acting out of character.

░ 🍒 He's never physical, of course, but surely he's psychological; he knows how to hit 'em where it hurts. Expect him to hold grudges over whoever has ever talked behind your back.

░ 🍒 His friends often joke that, when he stands up for you, he bites like a shark. Kinda makes your legs weak 👀

░ 🍒 Oh boy, his profanity. Usually it goes unnoticed when armin curses, because he has such a soft voice. But when he's standing in between you and the brusque soul he swears very loudly and vulgarly.

░ 🍒 You can always rely on your witty boy to pamper you and speak to you especially kindly after someone's upset you.

[starsurface]

If your comfortable with a more focused ask, could I please have (MK1) Johnny Cage and (MK11) Kano, Erron Black, and Kotal Khan with a babyspace regressor that uses diaps? Thank you! 💕

Of course!! I'm tots comfortable with that!! I didn’t have many ideas, unfortunately. :(  (Especially at Kotal's) But I hope you like them!! :D

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

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CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

⭐ Johnny’s really good with baby regressors, and with diapers

⭐ . . . After a while

⭐ You know that video where that mom accidentally pours a ton a baby powder on her baby and she’s like “We’re in this together, girl”?

⭐ ^ That’s Johnny

⭐ It’s not his fault!! The powder wouldn’t come out >:(

⭐ If you use diapers because of medical reasons, he’s very comforting about it

⭐ ^ If you take medicine for the reasons, he’ll try to find fun ways to take them or give you a yummy treat

⭐ Don’t every worry about waking him up late in the night because you had an accident >:(

⭐ Your his baby, he’d rather you wake him up than you having a really bad rash in the morning

⭐ He’d get you cute little designs!!! His favorite ones are the ones with stars

⭐ If anyone were to make fun of you, he’ll deal with them personally

⭐ He’s really good at keeping your regression secret and away from his public life

⭐ No one makes fun of his baby, especially for reasons like this

⭐ Will go to drastic measures to make sure your comfy

⭐ If you just started wearing diapers and are really embarrassed about trying them out, do not worry, he’ll wear one with you (proudly too)

⭐ Does he want to? Ehhhhhh. But he’d rather make you giggle because Daddy’s being silly than feel awkard and embarrassed (also he was the one who offered soooooo)

⭐ He doesn’t know all the tips and tricks that MK11 Older Johnny knows, but he’s a fast learner

⭐ He’s very playful when your tiny, and will boop your nose with baby powder before he changes you

⭐ Will try to distract you during changes, either jingling something above you or giving you something to play with

⭐ Very good Dada, trying his best (even if he screws up a couple times)

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CG Kano w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

🗡 Kano’s actually . . . surprisingly good with regressors that use diaper? And baby regressors in general

🗡 (Did y’all know he has a son in his MKX tower ending?? Crazy)

🗡 But Kabal sometimes wears diapers, so he’s had some practice

🗡 Kano would also accidentally pour baby powder on you and then blame it on you 🙄 (he loves you, he’s just being silly)

🗡 ^ Would stare at you and go :O . . . That was your fault, ‘Luv, shouldn’t be squirming so much

🗡 You weren’t moving, it was entirely his fault

🗡 Kano’s a big tease, and a bit mean sometimes, but he’d never judge you for using diapers

🗡 ^ And if you’re worried he will, he’ll die down his teasing on other things for a few days

🗡 He’s not a nice person. But you? He couldn’t hurt you

🗡 Will give you yummy juice if you have to take any kind of medicine

🗡 He might be a bit grumpy if you wake him up, but when he sees your teary eyes and notices your accident, any grumpiness quickly goes away and you’re his main priority

🗡 Probably wouldn’t get the reason for diapers with designs on, but if you want them, he ain’t judging (and he’ll buy them for you, anything for his baby)

🗡 Kano’s got money, anything you want for your regression, your getting

🗡 He can and will physically fight anyone who makes fun of you for using diapers or regressing

🗡 And if Kano doesn't get to them, Kabal or Erron do

🗡 Johnny’s got social media power, but Kano’s got Black Dragon power, it’s a terrifying thought to screw with him

🗡 If you were bigger, Kano would probably allow you to curse a bit (unless your around another regressor, he’s not getting in trouble for your actions, mate)

🗡 But your a baby, you shouldn’t be using those naughty words . . . And he technically shouldn’t either 🙄

🗡 He will TRY to keep his sailor mouth down (no promises though)

🗡 But he does really try, especially if he knows you don’t like naughty words while small, so there are rarely ever any slip ups

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CG Erron Black w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

🐴 I think Erron would be a really good Papa!! 

🐴 Makes the best warm milk though, knows the right temperature and what little add ons to try (honey, sugar, that stuff)

🐴 When it comes to diapers though . . . he’s definitely trying

🐴 He’s doing his best . . . but it he definitely screws up a lot

🐴 The diapers on the wrong way, and there’s powder everywhere, you’re both covered in white the first few times

🐴 Luckily it’s nothing a quick shower/bath and apologizes (and some new stuffies) can’t fix

🐴 Don’t get too mad at him, he’s literally never changed a diaper before and has kinda been on the run for 200 years, when was he going to have time to learn this?

🐴 Depending it it's Younger or Older Erron depends on who helps him

🐴 If it’s Younger Erron, Kano gets fed up with him and helps out (it suprises the both of you that Kano knows how, which Kano acts all annoyed at)

🐴 If it’s Older Erron, Kotal Kahn helps him out (he’s pretty decent at changing diapers)

🐴 He does get better over time, but there are a few hiccups sometimes (very rare though)

🐴 If you have to take medicine, he’ll drink something like lime juice so you can both get a yummy drink afterwards

🐴 You don’t even have to wake him up at night, he’ll already wake up to your small sniffles and cries

🐴 Gently shushes you when he finds out you had an accident, he’s very comforting about it

🐴 If you get embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he’ll try really hard to help you feel less embarrassed

🐴 A new sutffie? Riding Papa’s horse with him? Wearing Papa’s hat?

🐴 If someone insults you for your regression or using diapers, only Erron and Kano/Kotal know what happens to them

🐴 He’s very protective of you, your his baby after all <3

🐴 I’m not stereotyping the cowboy . . . but he’d know the guitar

🐴 Would love to give you small performances

🐴 Or sit you on his lap and put his hands of yours and you get to play the guitar!!

🐴 Wouldn’t see the reasons in diapers with designs, but does like the ones with indicators that turn blue when you have an accident (even if you don’t use them)

🐴 Would also try to distract you during the changing process, probably give you his hat to play with or jingle his keys

🐴 Would laugh along if you try kicking him or squirm around, stop being a little bugger!! <3

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CG Kotal Kahn w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

👑 Adores baby regressors!!!! 🥺 (Is still terrified to hurt you by accident :(

👑 Is in full support of diapers and the moment you tell he’ll get everything you need . . . which is kinda just sitting on his desk

👑 Would also be generally confused on why you’re getting all upset that they’re just in his room, why would he need to hide them in the closet? That sounds rediclious (he’ll do it though)

👑 No one, and I mean no one, questions the Kahn, or the Kahn’s General (depends on where we are in the timeline)

👑 Because of this, you’ll never have to worry about being made fun of

👑 And he’ll personally deal with anyone that looks at you funny, he is the law after all

👑 Kotal gets kinda nervous the first few times he changes you, especially because he could accidently hurt you and he doesn’t want that

👑 Don’t worry, I think Jade helps him out (she’s really good with diaper regressors)

👑 And even if he doesn’t, he gets the hang of it very quickly, he’s Kahn after all, he needs to be educated in everything

👑 Don’t you dare feel upset or embarrassed for waking him up because of an accident!!!

👑 Your his prince/princess, he’d rather you wake him up than just laying there miserable

👑 ^ He also might wake up to your cries instead too, he’s very good at knowing when your upset, even if he’s asleep

👑 Also likes diapers with the indications, but thinks the Sesame Street diapers are cute (no reason for why it’s Sesame Street, I just like Sesame Street)

👑 If your ever embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he might accidentally interrogate you to find out who told you you should be embarrassed

👑 When you express that no one told you anything, it’s not ‘normal’, he’s very quick to comfort you

👑 You shouldn’t be so embarrassed, many people need protection for a variety of reasons, and there’s no reason to be ashamed, sweetheart

👑 Finds it funny then you grab the baby powder and put a handprint on his arm, but will playfully scold you that a baby shouldn’t grab the still open powder

👑 If you flip that powder over though . . . My goodness there’s such a mess

👑 He won’t lecture you, since you’re covered in baby powder and have big tears in your eyes

👑 But he hopes this is a decent enough lesson for why you shouldn’t grab the still-open powder

👑 He's a bit stern with medicine, because you have to take it in order to feel better, but he'll get you a sweet treat afterwards

👑 Very good Dada, he’s very nice and comforting <3

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I don't have any after hcs words. . . See you guys!! :D

[heavyhitterheaux]

PSA: I am NEVER going to be quiet about my wins in life big or small. I've been through too damn much to not celebrate myself and things that I get to experience. I've earned every damn thing in my life from working my ass off. Don't like it? You can kindly fuck off.

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[yutaabyss]

Hello :D I’m back here again to try and make another request, maybe you could do one with Yuta where you both are in that kind of situationship, like in the *something* phase, and for whatever reason you both are hanging out and decide to paint each other’s nails, and in the process, because of the closeness and his lips are just right there that you decide to take the step and steal a kiss, you can see where you take it from there 😍😍 always thank you for writing all this beautiful works for us 💕💕

requested/ it’s only fair

characters: yuta x female!reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral sex (m)

author's note: hii!! i'm so sorry this took months for me to answer. i have been so overwhelmed and busy. i hope this is good and i hope you enjoy reading it ❤️

“What color do you want this time?” you looked at his organized polishes that sat color-coded in a small glass box. “Hmm, let’s do red,” he looked up at you with a mischievous smirk. You smiled back, “are you sure?” he usually stuck to black. “Yeah, I wanna try something different,” he laid his hand on your thigh, waiting for you to start painting his nails. “Okay,” you began to color his nails in a deep red. The color really suited him and his hands looked more attractive than they usually did. Yuta watched your face as you focused on not getting polish all over his fingers. He bit his lip, loving the way your lips looked all pouted, your smaller hand holding his closer to your face. “Done.” you looked at him happily, screwing the cap back on the small bottle of red. “What do you think?” he asked you. “Your hands have never looked sexier,” you laughed, only half joking. “Ohh, you seem like someone that would have a hand kink,” Yuta held back his laughter as your mouth widened, face twisting into offense. “I do not,” you exclaimed. “Keep trying to convince yourself,” he stood up, stretching his arms. His shirt rid up slightly, revealing his butterfly tattoo and naval piercing, two things that always made you achingly weak. “Enjoying the show down there?” Yuta smirked again, a certain cockiness taking over his voice. He was more than amused at this point as he watched you physically struggle in his presence for the hundredth time this week. “Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself to your feet. “Want these back in your bathroom?” you picked the small glass box up off the floor. “I thought I was going to paint yours too?” he pouted. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” you sat back down on his floor, opening the box again. 

“What color do you want?” he grabbed your hand and placed it a little high on his thigh. “Umm, you pick,” you trusted his expertise. “Let's match,” he picked up the same red excitedly. The small brush swiped over your nail slowly as he did his thing. After a few minutes, he finished both your hands, the color exactly like his. “Pretty,” he played with your fingers. Somewhere along the way, Yuta had shuffled closer and closer to you, his face impossibly close once he finally looked away from your slender fingers. The urge to feel his lips on yours was too good to resist at this moment. You softly connected yours to his, tasting him on your tongue for the first time. He joined your hands in a warm clasp, pulling you onto his lap, his free hand threading through your hair. You licked at his lips, tongue swiping over the plumpness until they parted for you. It felt fucking good to kiss him like this finally and you wanted more of him. You released his hand, placing yours on his chest and gently shoving him back until he got the hint to lie on the floor. He pulled away from the kiss once he lay on his fluffy carpet, “didn’t expect you to take the lead,” his tongue poked at his cheek. “I guess I’m full of surprises,” you sat up on his lap, shuffling down his body. “Take your shirt off?” you asked him kindly, to which he complied, sitting up briefly to throw the fabric off. 

You leaned down and kissed his newly exposed skin, lips headed for his naval. Once you reached your destination, you left soft kisses on his belly button, in love with the coldness of his piercing. You bit the skin just under it, right above his jeans, causing his hips to buck toward your face. “Hmm, you like playing huh?” his eyes glazed over. “Only with you,” you left one last kiss right on his tattoo. “Then what are you waiting for? Play with me baby.” You practically moaned at the sight of him, the way he spoke to you, it's like he lit your whole body on fire. “Say please,” you taunted him further, already undoing his belt. He chuckled at you, “please.” It was music to your ears. His jeans slid down easily with his black boxers following and now there was no barrier between you and his throbbing dick. You gripped it in your hand, watching him watch your hand stroke him. Yuta’s moans filled the room as you gently moved your hand up and down his shaft. Every noise makes you clench around nothing, your desperation to be with him becoming something you can no longer push aside. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” you said breathily. You kissed up the underside of his dick, licking the tip teasingly once you got to the top. Yuta’s eyes rolled back, a soft moan falling from his pretty pink lips. “Put it in your mouth baby,” he sat propped on his elbows, watching you intently. You did as he said, always the type to comply with his demands and needs. Your nose bumped into his lower abdomen as you deepthroated him, pulling all the way back with a pop. A string of your saliva stayed connected to him, your lips were swollen, and you looked back up at him only to find him already staring. Holding his eye contact, you took his cock back into your mouth, giving him a show to enjoy. “Fuck,” he choked out, “I’m gonna cum.” You swirled your tongue around his tip before taking him all in response. His hand shot down to your hair, pushing you closer, his hips bucking up as he came down your throat. “Ah, fuck,” he moaned.

 Yuta released you from his grip and you were finally able to come up for air. You sat back, not really sure what to do now. Yuta slid his pants back on before looking at you, “how about I return the favor?” his familiar smirk returned. You smirked back, “It’s only fair.”