#l cut the breast massage...and that part was so sexy...

[nat111love]

Mario Casas and Berta Vázquez in Palmeras En La Nieve (2015)

[djarrex]

Yes! I would love to read the Kix taking care of his girl on her period! Mine is kicking my ass this month. Sounds wonderful!

BLESS you, and the few others who hopped in on this <3 ( x )

Part 2

Let me start off by promoting menstrual cups for a hot second because I love mine and I will never go back to anything else. I bring that up because the reader uses a menstrual cup - you’ll see mentions of it a couple times throughout. There’s also a mention of it smelling sweet, lacking the smell of blood that one would normally associate with periods - this is a total personal observation BUT I have heard of other women say the same thing about the smell; it smells of you, not blood - womanly essence, if that makes sense. Idk, maybe if you also use a menstrual cup then you get what I’m trying to say? Sorry to be talking about menstrual cups so much LMAO I’m just passionate.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), no-no words, a hint of self-degradation and self-consciousness (because periods can do that to even the best of us), mentions of blood, but like, there is none

18+ under the cut for all my Kix lovin’ cycle sisters out there (and everyone else!)

Oh, Kix. Sweet, caring, sensual Kix.

***

"Let me take care of you, darling. "

“But... it’s gross. I don’t even like going near that area during this time a month and I definitely don’t want you to.”

“Gross?” He almost sounds... offended - flabbergasted. “It’s a part of life, beautiful. It’s what makes you amazing, a warrior in your own way. Nothing about you could gross me out. You know of some of the things I’ve seen, darling, and you could never come close to any of it.”

“Are- are you sure, Kix?”

“You have that little cup thing in, right?” He asks as he lowers himself to his knees to be eye level with your waist, hooking his thumbs inside the band of your comfy pants - waiting. You nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you peer down at him with hesitant eyes. His own eyes are glowing, radiating with adoration as a smile stretches along his perfect lips. 

“Nothing about you could gross me out.”

Fuck, you adore him.

Even if he’s wrong. 

With a victorious hum, he yanks your stretchy bottoms down in one swift motion. Kix stands upright, tugging on the hem of your top before lifting it over your head, your arms raising to the ceiling to facilitate the process. You’re nearly bare - all that’s left is your stained, worn bra and loose cotton underwear. Nothing about you today looks or feels sexy, yet Kix stares at you like you’re holding the stars themselves within your swollen hands.

“Lay down, darling. Won’t you let me take care of you?” You can’t help but smile at the man before you, his soft but deep voice making your heart pound and pussy throb simultaneously. You lay back, respectfully doing as your told. As soon as your back hits the sheets he’s on you, his warm body looming over your bloated form as his lips find a temporary home against your clavicle. You’re already so sensitive, so aroused just from the faintest of touches. You groan as Kix licks and kisses his way across the expanse of whatever skin is available to him on your chest - he stops when all that’s left to be mouthed is still hiding underneath your bra.

“They’re a little sore,” you confess with a furrowed brow. Kix’s eyes meet yours, and you somehow know exactly what he wants to do to help.

“I’ll massage them for you,” his voice is full of sincerity and care as his eyes meet yours. You nod, lifting your top half up off the sheets for a moment so he can reach around and unclasp your bra. Your breasts swing free, and Kix’s hands are instantly but gingerly grasping at them, softly kneading the orbs of combined fat and tissue with expert hands. Kix’s objective is to make you feel good, both in forgetting your body’s reactions to your monthly, and in pleasure. While he continues to knead at your sensitive breasts, his mouth is back on you, nipping at the plushier parts of your flesh around your bust and torso. Your pussy is throbbing, a fire igniting deep within your gut - even pushing aside the cramping - screaming for more. 

“K...ix,” you manage his name mid-moan, his eyes flickering back up to yours through his dark lashes - mouth still attached to the flushed skin below your breast. “More... please,” you whine, your back arching off the bed and pushing yourself into his mouth - hungry. With a final nip to the skin lining your ribs, Kix’s head lifts up and offers you a half smile.

“You’ll let me take care of you, darling? Even though you so wrongfully think that I’ll be grossed out?” There’s a hint of teasing in his gravelly voice, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to feed the growing ache between your legs.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Kix lowers himself towards the foot of the bed, resting his cheek on the meat of your thigh while staring up at you with pleading eyes. Of course you do, and he knows that. You whimper at him, nodding your head as his finger teases along the thin skin around your underwear - featherlight. “I promise, it’ll feel good,” he murmurs with his lips pressed to your skin, trailing kisses from your knee up to your hip bone. “I’ll make you forget that you’re on your period, darling.”

Kix softly tugs your underwear down, tossing the garment over his shoulder to be found later. You feel so bleh - bloated, sensitive, sore - yet you’re on fire. Kix takes a moment to rove his eyes over your body, making you shudder under his gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You love him you love him you love him.

Only seconds later Kix’s face in between your legs, kissing your mound before moving to press his lips against your folds. You feel totally embarrassed, hoping you don’t stink or taste like blood, but Kix is adamant about doing this for you, or for himself, it doesn’t matter. What if you ruin what you and Kix have if he comes up disgusted by your vagina with the way is is right now? What if-

Nope, you can’t finish that thought because he’s in the middle of licking a slow, long stripe from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the hood of your clit with a flattened tongue. Kix repeats the motion a few more times, groaning into you with every pass of his tongue, sending euphoric vibrations straight into your core. He runs his tongue around the entrance of your burning hole, easing the muscle just a little bit beyond the entrance - making you see stars. Kix can’t actually stick anything inside of you, not his tongue nor his fingers, and most definitely not his cock unless you removed the silicone cup from your canal - and there was no fucking way in hell you’d do that, especially not on day two. Besides, he’s doing quite the fine job at making you come apart with the way he’s sucking, licking, and nipping at everything that is good. 

“Fuck, Kix...” He’s got your clit trapped between his lips, his tongue flicking at it from inside his warm mouth. You’re close, you can feel that fire move throughout your body, inching further and further into your climax with every quick motion of his tongue. 

Then his hands return to your breasts, squeezing gently while meeting your eyes from where he’s buried between your legs. The thread within you snaps when you lock eyes with his lust-filled golden ones; his hands grabbing at your breasts, his mouth latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the heavy groan he emits while your clit is still sucked into his mouth all contribute to the intense orgasm that steadily rocks through your body. You convulse with a silent cry, your thighs threatening to close around his head as he drags his tongue up and down your slit, catching your release with hums of approval.  

“KixKixKixKix-” you cry out his name in rapid-fire, shooting your hand down to tug at his growing hair - trying to push him away from you. “Too... much,” you whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to knock him off of you. With a lewd pop, he finally removes his mouth from your oversensitive cunt, but not before breathing in deeply through his nose while still buried between your legs.

“Kix!” you squeal at him, embarrassment flooding your body as he moves up to kiss at your throat. “What-”

“You smell so damn good, darling. Like the sweetest, most rare fruit in the galaxy. You taste like it, too.” Your cheeks are hot, eyes wide as he chuckles against your skin.

“So, it doesn’t...?” 

You don’t need to elaborate on your question before Kix answers it with honesty.

“No, darling. No taste or smell of blood. Quite the opposite, actually. You are absolutely delectable. Maybe when you get more comfortable, I’d love to fuck you like this, if you’re ever up for it.”

“But the... the blood...”

“I’ve heard it makes quite the pleasurable experience for both parties involved. But like I said, only when you’re comfortable. Until then, I’d be more than happy to devour you every chance you give me, darling.”

***

| m a s t e r l i s t |

tagging the peeps on the Clone Bois taglist: @bvcketfvcker  @deewithani  @chromia7567  @threevie  @letitrainathousandflames  @latenightsthoughtsnstuff  @thefact0rygirl  @justanothersadperson93  @ohtobeamoth  @14mcmd1122  @tacticalsparkles  @cheesemachine44  PLUS @redandwhiteroses

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Part 3

A/N: Part 3 of Typical Stark, I fell down the rabbit hole okay. Also this gif! Unf.

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Tony feels, making out and light smut.

Word count: 1450ish... I couldn’t help it!

Tony Stark Taglist - @raspberrymama​  @ladyeliot​ @boop-le-snoot​ @make-a-memory-drink-it-up​ @loveisallyouneed1125​  @ownsmyheart​ @anthonyjanthony666​ @downeyreads​

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…

The entire elevator ride down, your head was swimming with what had transpired just minutes ago; not that the elevator ride was long, just one floor below Tony’s penthouse. You stood in a corner far away from Tony, eyes fixed on the floor as you were confident that he could still convince you to spend the night if you’d meet his puppy brown eyes.

The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as Tony who had insisted on ‘dropping you home’ after making sure you were well fed post drinks.

He walked you to your bedroom door silently, though his mind was as equally loud as yours, hoping, praying you’d change your mind and invite him in, though not necessarily for sex, he didn’t want the date to end.

“Good night To—” momentarily your eyes went wide when you were met with Tony’s face just inches away before he crashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise.

The kiss felt different, needier yet pleading, softer than the previous one at his place yet urgent. He held your face with one hand while his other slid around your waist to pull you flush against him, turning your insides to mush. Like an automated response, your arms went around his neck, his grin victoriously against your lips.

“We should sleep Tony.”

“Mhmm. My point exactly.”

“I meant in our separate bedrooms.”

You mumbled, lips still reluctant to let go. Tony’s reputation of being such a hit with the ladies becoming clearer, he was an addiction. An addiction you were safe from all these years but now found yourself willingly giving into.

Tony stopped after a few moments before his blood rushed to other regions that were demanding attention, his erratic heart threatening to beat out of his chest positive you could hear it as your foreheads touched and breaths mingled.

“I’ll see you Tony.” Giving him a little shove you turned the door knob, body flushed and mind still lingering on that little kissing session.

“When?” 

“Good night!” you stepped in and shut the door on Tony’s expectant face, grinning like an idiot knowing he was probably doing the same on the other side. 

.

Next morning the common area seemed unusually silent as you entered with some extra pep in your step after having a rare eight hour long sleep. 

Sundays normally meant breakfast with the team either takeout or a delicious spread prepared by the super soldiers however, this morning there wasn’t a soul in the kitchen and no food to satiate your grumbling tummy.

“FRIDAY where the hell is everybody?” You frowned, opening the refrigerator to get some orange juice. 

“Mr Stark has arranged a brunch for the team Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Oh he didn’t mention anything to me last night. Did he say where?” 

“Right here.” 

Tony’s voice made you jump and whip around to find him standing right behind you wearing his famous black tank top and sweats, hair a glorious mess, features relaxed and happy. 

“So I’m guessing you sent the team away to make out with me some more?” 

You questioned, grabbing a glass and pouring some juice in it before leaning against the breakfast counter. 

“A part of me did, yes. But that’s not the whole reason. I wanted to make you breakfast without having to share my awesome cooking skills with the team.” 

Tony admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly before gesturing to the array of ingredients laid out neatly on the opposite counter. 

The gesture was so touching and sweet, and so Tony. To say your heart didn’t actually flutter at that would be a lie. You felt proud to have brought out this side of Tony’s that nobody ever got to see. 

“I think this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“Well it’s not all for you. I’m starving too.” Tony smirked and sauntered over to the cabinets collecting things he would need before you gulped the rest of your juice and joined his side.

“Do you want me to help you?” 

“Considering I only know how to make omelettes, I would say yes please.” 

He leaned in, almost a shy smile on his lips as he placed his hand on your waist and kissed your temple. The simple act made you blush, the whole domesticity of the situation unfamiliar and yet so right. You boldly went for his lips right after but Tony backed away making you frown. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) I’m trying to prepare a meal here, are you trying to take advantage of me?” 

“Well not anymore.” You mumbled, faking dejection.

The omelettes were watery and under seasoned however you didn’t have the heart to point it out especially when Tony watched you take the first bite with such earnest eyes, it made you wonder if he was the same guy so notoriously famous for being a narcissistic playboy.

After clearing your plates you placed them in the washer, soon to be joined by the man who had held himself back while you ate, while you walked into his apartment the night before, when you kissed for the first time and the time he’d followed you back to your place. 

Tony had you caged in between his body and the counter, his crotch pressed up shamelessly against you, arousal quite evident against your butt as his fingers teased the bottom of your sleep shirt, his breath hot and shallow on your cheek. 

At this point you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Discarding your top somewhere Tony groaned when he found you without a bra almost making you impatient to know what his reaction would be once he found out you were commando as well. 

“So gorgeous.” 

His hands roamed everywhere, his touch sending your senses into overdrive as your own hands weaved behind to pull on his hair while he nibbled on your earlobe, kneading your breasts and pinching your hardened buds.

Travelling south, his fingers lingered over the waistband of your shorts a second before slipping in, an involuntary ‘fuck’ escaping his lips when he was met with your mound instead of panties. 

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” 

Your head rolled back on his shoulder as his fingers stroked your folds, testing and teasing before finding your bundle of nerves, your hips pressing forward, desperate for more friction as you whined. 

You gripped the counter till your knuckles turned white, holding on for dear life as Tony rubbed lazy circles against your clit, knowing exactly how to drive you insane, your breathy pants and whined music to his ears. 

“Tony...don’t be a fucking tease.” You whispered, turning your face to steal a kiss but he wasn’t having it, instead he bit your shoulder, his expert fingers picking up their pace granting your wish.

Your pornographic moan filled the empty kitchen when he dipped a finger inside your slick, soon joined by a second, massaging your walls and stretching you out all while marking your neck with hickeys, bringing you closer to orgasm with every plunge and every brush against your clit. 

Knees threatened to buckle as the familiar coil inside your belly tightened, eyes shut in pleasure, you were sure if Tony hadn’t held you up against his body you would’ve sunk to the floor. 

“Cum for me baby. I got you.” He groaned, lips pressed against your ear, rubbing tight circles with his thumb while his fingers found the spot inside your walls that had you screaming profanities, insides turned to jelly and the coil snapped as you came hard. He kept stroking your walls to prolong your high, his erection poking at your behind. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you opened your eyes, legs still trembling as you watched Tony lick his fingers clean, something so dirty yet sexy about it. 

Facing him fully, your fingers grazed over his tent lightly, a little wet stain on his sweats from pre cum letting you know he was commando as well. Ghosting your fingers over the waistband you watched Tony’s eyes flutter shut, instead of finishing him off, you decided to tease him.

You didn’t bother to put your shirt back on as you strolled away from the man, leaving him utterly perplexed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Shower.” 

“Am I invited?” 

You simply hummed in response, chuckling to yourself when you heard Tony’s footsteps running across the floor to catch up. 

Check out Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

[prettybiching]

Teasing On Air

Warning: 18+ mature scenes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), blow job, fingering, slight dirty talking, unedited Pairing: Jake Tapper x Reader (friends with benefit) Word limit: 1.7k (this is my first reader insert fic so go easy on me y’all)

"We're back here with Y/N L/N who had spent the last couple of days in Delaware with the now President-elect and Vice President-elect," Jake's thick calculated voice spoke, going straight to her core. His face remained stoic, disguising what was happening underneath the table from other prying eyes.

"Thank you, Jake, it's good to be back here," You grinned at the camera, enjoying the way he stifled a groan. God, he was sexy.

"Now, Y/N, how are President-elect and the Vice-President elect's family preparing for the-the..." he bites back a moan, covering it with a cough and she smirks slightly in triumph, your feet inching higher up the fabric of his dress pant. 

"You okay there?" You purr, feigning concern, your hand reaching out to squeeze his. He wants to glare at you, bend you over the very desk and have his way with you. You know it too, from the way his pupils kept dilating every time his eyes scanned yours. 

He clears his throat, attempting to return to his groove and get this interview over. "Yes," he shrugs, "as I was saying, how are the families preparing for the transition, especially since the President is refusing the accept defeat?"

"Well, Jake," You began, making a show of pursing your cherry red lips. "They rest assured that the transition will take place smoothly despite the Trump Administration's denial of the results..." The words, which had been rehearsed countless times, leave your mouth with the practice of a professional and your mind drifts to the other important task at hand.

The pointed heel of your stilettos finally settles on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his groin. He tenses underneath your touch yet doesn't try to move your foot away. No, he's enjoying it, you think. He's enjoying the thrill, the risk of being caught at any second.

Your little secret, you think, that you've been hiding for two years could be out. Your heart races at the thought, your skin flushing warm as you feel Jake cold hand running up and down your ankle. He doesn't try to move it, his rough, calloused hands pressing higher and higher up your leg.

This time, you're the deer caught at headlight as his movements send a shiver down your spine. You didn't realise how much you missed his feather-like touch, his fingers dancing across your bare skin, teasing you until you're begging for him to fuck you.

God, when's this interview going to be over?

As if reading her mind, Jake thanks her for coming in and concludes the segment. If you looked closely, you could notice the stiffness of his shoulders and the slight flush of his cheeks. You'd always find him attractive, even when he's pulling at his hair in frustration, even when he's all sweaty gross after a run but this---having him all hot and flustered, because of you, he almost looks angelic.

The cameras cut, and you whimper inaudibly as his hands let go of your leg, leaving behind a wisp of cold air. You want to feel his warmth again, it's only been a few days since the two of you have been together, but you miss it terribly. 

Jake is the first one to get up from his seat, leaving you behind without saying a word. For a second, you think he's mad, had you gone too far? Perhaps he wasn't in the mood, and you'd pushed him. Before you're able to reprimand yourself for your actions, your phone chimes in the hidden pocket of your blue dress.

'My dress room. NOW.'

With those four words, the familiar tingle in your gut returned, and you wasted no time in rushing towards his dressing room, not bothering to bid anyone goodbye.

Once you find yourself in front of the white door with the words 'J.Tapper' written in bold letters, you don't bother knocking and let yourself into the room. As soon as you step inside the room, the door closes with a sharp thud, and Jake pressed you against it, his lips crashing into yours with desperation.

Moaning quietly, your arms crossed his neck, hands wandering into his styled hair.

"You left me alone for days..." He murmured his lips hovering against yours.

"and then you teased me like that, naughty girl," you gasp as his lips trail down your neck, leaving wet kisses.

"Did you miss me?" You managed to tease him before he sucked on your sweet spot, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. He continued sucking on your neck while his fingers wandered underneath your dress.

"Of course I did," He admits, his mouth moving down to leave sloppy kisses down your breasts. Meanwhile, his hands strayed to the bare skin of your inner thighs. "Missed my naughty girl, sending me all those pictures of you wearing nothing while I couldn't touch you."

Pulling away for air, the two of you looked at each other, panting. Jake's dilated pupils eyed you hungrily, his warm breath fanning over your face. Your hands travelled further up his hair, pulling on his grey locks, evoking a growl from him.

"Jake..." You moaned shakily as his hands roamed around your bare pelvis teasingly. His other hand moved up to cup your jaw, bending down to trail a few kisses down your neck, before he shoved his thumb into your mouth.

"You minx," he chuckles, his fingers running through your fold, gathering your wetness and bringing it up to massage your clit. "Have you been walking around the office with your bare wet pussy?"

You gasp around his thumb, his voice sending a bolt of electricity straight to your clit. His fingers spread your lips wide open before shoving his middle finger inside you without a warning.

"Answer me, princess," He growls against your ear. 

"Y-yes," you mewl as his thumb leaves your mouth, a string of saliva trailing down your chin. "I wanted to show you how wet you make me."

"Fuck," He groans, his index rubbing circles on your clit. Your body shook beneath him, your orgasm inching closer with every stroke of his fingers.

"I need you in me," you gasped, biting your lip as the coil in your lower abdomen threatened to snap. "Please."

Obliging, his hands left your body and led to the couch. He pushed your blue dress with his rough hands so you could spread your legs before his lips encased yours in a hungry kiss, swallowing down your moan. 

Your hands pulled at his tie before you pushed his suit jacket off of his shoulders. His lips wandered down your jaw, sucking on the skin of your exposed neck.

"Been waiting to do this for weeks," He whispered.

"Tapper, stop teasing," You whimpered, the pulsing of your pussy getting more prominent. 

He looked up at her through hooded eyes. "Now you know how I felt, princess."

"Turn around," He commanded nonetheless, and she wasted no time in obliging. 

Leaning with her elbows on the couch, she watched patiently, as he opened his belt, the sound making her bite her lip. She watched him as he pulled his cock out, giving it a few strokes before stepping closer to her. His hand reached in between her legs, making her moan as he spread her arousal through her folds.

"I haven't felt this pussy in a week," He groans, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock.

"I missed seeing you walking around in your pretty little dresses when I know I get to fuck you,” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit, you threw your head back, moaning. He slapped your ass, his hand leaving an imprint on your cheek that made him growl.

“Can you take me, baby? Are you wet enough?” He teased, continuing to rub his tip over your opening.

“Tapper, fuck me already,” You groaned in frustration, the last syllable turning into a moan as he pushed into you in one deep thrust. With his hands grabbing your hips, he began to move, fucking you in slow deep movements. Extending your arms to hold on to the edge of the couch, you looked over your shoulder, finding him biting his lip, his usually perfectly styled hair hanging in stray curls on his forehead. 

“Take what you want baby, I won’t last long…” He moaned. Meeting his thrusts, you pushed yourself up from the couch. His hands pulled your dress down from your shoulders, his hand sneaking under it, finding your tits and palming them.

“God…” You whimpered, feeling your climax building inside of you.

“Come for me, baby…” Jake whispered against your ear as he pulled you against his chest, pinching one of your nipples. Holding on to the desk, you felt the pleasure swallow you, your legs trembling. Jake held you close as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Just like that baby…” He praised you, kissing your nape.

“Gonna come inside that tight pussy…” He groaned.

“No.” You moaned. “I want your cum in my mouth,” You said out of breath. He growled behind you as he pulled out of you. Getting off the couch you turned around, getting on your knees as your hands reached for his cock, looking up at him with big eyes, as you stroked him, kissing the tip.

“Missed your cock, so much” You grinned before you parted your lips and sucked him in between your lips, taking him as deep as you could.

“Fuck I love you mouth.” He moaned, his hands disappearing in your hair as he guided you on his cock. Bobbing your head on his cock, making sure to take him further with every stroke. You released Jake's cock with an obscene sound, your hands stroking him as you looked up at him.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned. She stroked his cock faster. Moaning as she let her tongue run over his tip and tasted his precum.

“I do have an idea," You grinned as you parted your lips again, your hands grabbing his ass as he thrust into your mouth.

 You moaned around Jake's cock, looking up at him just when he hit the back of your throat and released the creamy essence of his cum down your throat.

Making sure to catch every drop you ran your tongue over your lip before you got up from your knees, letting him pull you into his arms, kissing you longingly.

"C'mon, I'm taking you out for dinner," He whispered against your lips.

"About damn time, Tapper," You grinned.

Taglist: @euphoricaaaa @gracevaleska @bertievertonghen 

[theyanderespecialist]

Outlast Gang Bang 1 (One Shot) Various X OC Sissy Mark

(marks pov)

I cover my ears the sirens blaring as the lights flash.. patients ran around as I try to find someone I knew. The priest most likely, Dr. tragger. maybe Christ. He must be scared. Then the twins, then..then Frank and then Eddie.

I walk through the halls calling their names, desperate to find them as I continue to call out for them, going into room after room as I see the priest as I ran over. "father, father your okay!"

"Mark, Mark come with me. It's dangerous."

"No I have to find the others, my patients and Dr. Tragger. I cannot and will not leave them to suffer." I say. "Do you know where they are? I need to make sure they are all okay."

(Ooofff poor mark has no idea what is about to happen XD)

"come, they are in the chapel." He said as he lead me to it, and he was telling the truth they were all there, however he shut the door suddenly

"What are you doing?" I ask confused as he locked the chapel doors.

He didn't speak as tragger suddenly walked up and grabbed me. His one hand on my waist...the other one on my legs.

"He's just ensuring you can't run anymore buddy." He said, a smirk on his face

"Run? Why would I run? I am just helping patients." I say confused.

However his hands suddenly trailed up. "You've been running away from us since the start buddy, you think I didn't notice that you'd ask to change shifts?"

"That was so I could sleep in." I say. "Why does it matter?"

I suddenly jerk as his hand went down my shrubs pants

"Wh-What are you doing!?!" I demand to know scared as he jerks my cock making it stir.

I felt odd, I was scared as I tried to back away but Father Martin held me steady.

(Man he's not beating around the bush ..but he is beating marks Meat)

(XD)

I groaned and felt him jerk me off to full hardness. I still tried to get away but their grips only tightened more when I did that. I groaned and then he moved his hand down and slip a finger over my clit. I groaned and shudder.

"So your file was right you have a cunt to~" He says grinning.

My eyes widen. "Please--" I was cut off when he pushed a finger between my lips, not deep but still was uncomfortable.

I whine softly and tried to pull away

He didn't enter any further as he pulled away, but his hands suddenly move to my chest.

"I wonder, are you more feminine or masculine under here?" He said.

"G-Guys.." I moan out.

"Tragger stop hogging her." I hear Chris say and I look at him shocked

He... wasn't going to try and save me?

"I'm not just.. examining her~" he said as he pulled my scrub shirt off as I went red in the face.

For a girl I was small.. but I'm not a girl, I'm a boy, and yes, I grew some breast tissue. Maybe a small B cup..

"Nice cut little breasts~" He says and leans down taking off the wrapping I had on them.

The wrapping fell to the ground as I blushed darkly only to cry out as he pinched the nipple. I cried out as my chest was always sensitive.

"don't you think her chest is nice...Eddie~?" Trager asked as I tried to get out of their grips as Eddie walked up.

"A bit small, but nice and perky~" He says and licks my other nipple. "They will get bigger when she is filled with my seed~"

I shudder at that knowing this was wrong and yet..

"Well don't worry Eddie buddy, her toys were an a when she came last year, and I've got some special medications of course." Tragger asaod as Eddie smirked.

"T-They aren't small.." I mutter, why that was the point that annoyed me, I don't know. A b cup isn't that small..

"They are adorable though just like my darling~" he says smiling at me it made me feel warm

However I tried to cut that thought out of my head as his hands grazed against the nipple causing me to let out a surprised jerk

"And oh so sensitive~" He purrs twisting it gently.

I let out another jerky spasm as he pulled down my pants, completely ignoring my cock as he rubbed my lips, his lips biting on my nipples. "Perhaps one day we can experiment with some nipple rings for you~" he said as I feel Mattson let go of me. I could run..but I didn't..as Christ came up behind me, I feel his large hands suddenly grasp my ass. They weren't fucking me...they were just teasing me both with their grasps and their words.

(Because you're a slut that gets off being talked dirty to and told your a whore, and that's what they are gonna do, Gott loosen you ;))

(XD Mark is a sissy slut XD)

Chris gripped my ass with one hand and my chest with the other massaging both. I couldn't help it the loan I tried to desperately to hold back came out, I've never felt more powerless..or this good. He smirked and started to kiss down my neck and bit my shoulder. I cried out and with Eddie fingering came hard from both my cock and woman hood.

He pulled away slow looking at his hands. "I'm not one for men." He said. "But I am one for making you cum~" he said as suddenly the others walked over.

"Alright alright two to start to not overwhelm him." Trager said. They weren't serious..

"We need our turn first." One twin said. Tom the one with the hair says.

"Yes we do." Tim adds

"the others don't know him as well as we do."

"Yes." Tim agree. "We known him the most and longest

They suddenly move forward as I they smirked at me. Tom bent me on my hands and knees and Tim kisses me my first kiss. I feel him grip the side of my face. The kiss was hot, passionate, and messy as he looked at me as I panted, drool still connecting our mouths.

"Mm... think I know.how to make this better." He said as he grabbed my bag as I was confused, his brother just smirking as he walked over.. with my makeup bag, roughly grabbing my face as he took out my lipsticks he seemed to be stuck between the hot pink and bright red.

They went with the bright red and he had me put it on as well as my mascare and eyeliner. After that was done I see Tim had removed his pants and tom stuck his tongue in my ass.

I let out a shocked cry as my legs try to kick him away. "g-get off!"

Tim looked at me and smirked. "Why don't you put on a show for us~? And them? If you do, we'll go as easy on you as you need." (Don't trust him) he whispered in my ear.

"L-Like what?" I moaned. back as he placed a finger on my bottom lip.

"Oh..a sultry, sexy professional who is a total sissy slut but poorly hides it." He whispered as I looked confused but I already had agreed when I humored the idea.

"O-ok--oh! N-No stop! T-That's the wr-oo~" A genuine moan slipped out as I gather my nerves once more."th-the wrong hole! T-This is unacceptable behavior towards your h-head nurse!" I snap. And part of it was how I truly felt but something in me..felt excited.

"We do what we want with sissy sluts like you~" Tim says and rubs his cock against my lips I could tell he was going to take it slow. "Now lick my cock like a lollipop head nurse~"

I almost did.. bit I stop myself.

"T-There's no way I'd lick that.. that thing." I said and I wasn't lying. "I wouldn't ever want to lick that dirty, disgusting ..huge.. thick ..cock.."

"Then we will just have to punish you~" Tom says and bites my ass and I yelp.

Tim starts to jerk off his cock occasionally smacking it against my cheeks and I moaned as he did and soon he came thick ropes of cum on my face and smearing it into my cheeks.

I let out a moan as he suddenly pushed it against my face once more.

"Come on you sissy, look at it. This is what a real man's cock is like. get a good look,because your cock will never be like this." He said smearing it against my cheek as my body suddenly shuddered, my cock and womanhood feeling weird..

"T-That's s-so cruel to say to your superior.." I said trying to not let my voice change.

(Oof mark being a superior. The only thing he's superior at is being a masochist who can cum while only sucking a cock)

(AMEN XD)

"You better star licking it or my brother here will fuck you senseless without any lube~" He orders and that made me shudder more.

"F-Fine you disgusting man~!" I say.

I look at the cock as I give a kiss to the head before licking up the shaft as I let out a moan when he brother would roll his tongue inside of mebefore he suddenly retracted as I ha e a confused look.

"Look at you, being a good slut." "You call yourself our superior, you're supposed to watch us and make sure we are safe, and here you are, taking orders from us. It's rather pathetic isn't it Tim? No wonder she dresses like a girl, she's not a man at all" he states as I kept licking the shaft as I actually shudder at the insult.

It was turning me on so damn much and I could feel my cock ache. "Her big cock is a lie to what she really is a sissy slut begging to be teased." Tom says.

I moaned as I was closer than ever.

However I tried to keep in the role but it was so hard..

"I think she's actually getting off to it and she hasn't even put your cock in her mouth."

I glared at him. "That is enough Ti-"

He cuts me off shoving his cock in my mouth. I let out a choked gag as he gripped my hair.

"sissy sex toys don't speak." He said.

"I think underneath all this is a whore who can't wait to be fucked up the ass, in nice frilly outfits, we'll even set some new rules what do you think Tom?"

"Oh I know she was born an anal slut. I agree though Tim. No standing to pee being one of them, with supervised bathroom trips just to make sure." He said as my fave burned red as I let out a whine. To have no control of how I went to the bathroom..to be told that they'd be making sure, taking any masculinity I had from me..it somehow aroused me as I only realized I was bucking my hips forward

"I think he finally wants something in her slutty ass~" Tim says.

"I agree~" Tom says with a smirk. "Ready for my cock you nasty slut~"

I look back at Tom as I couldn't help but pull from Tim's cock, giving a lick to it before answering.

"G-Give it to.me~.dont hold back~" I moan

He smirked and thrust in hard I cried out and Tim thrusts in my mouth again. They were now spit roasting me. I let out a loud moan into their crotch. Spit hung out the corners of my mouth as he would thrust in when Tim would thrust out, never lea I g me empty.

"Look at her, she's a total natural~"

"what about her sweet little bussy."

"Mmmphh,", I try to tell them no but it just came as a moan

"Nice a tight~ fits like a damn glove two sizes to small~" he moans. "Can't wait to fill it up~"

I felt so full..and it was just two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan pulling away from his cock as I rub my cheek against the dripping, slimey member, moaning at the feeling of being less than.

I almost could take it I needed to cum so bad~! It was all I wanted right now~

"Hm? What's this?" He asked a smirk on his face as I moan.

"I-I-I love your cock." I said as I kissed it as he smirked.

"do you think a sissy like you deserves to have such a nice cock ramming into her nasty slutty mouth?" He asked his tone making me shudder and clench around Tom.

"No but please! Give it to me! So me how much of a cock sleeve I am~!" I beg

He looked at me for a moment as he kissed me again. And although it seemed rough..it was so gentle. . Like he was making sure I didn't actually think that low of my self. He slowly pulled away only to lay his heavy, hot, twitching cock on my forehead.

"Well get to making yourself worthy." He said as I knew what he was implying he wanted me to do. "And don't forget to worship them, letting everyone hear how much you love them."

(Gag)

(Gags)

I started to lick his balls and mentally gaged I did not even kick my own balls. Why would I want to suck his but that is exactly what I did taking both into my mouth. I suck on him, feeling Tim's hand push against my clit as I moaned as I kiss and lick him before pulling up to the base, kissing, licking, biting at the shaft, smearing my lipstick.

He groaned and Then pulled back cumming on my face and I feel Tom cum on my ass I was drench in cum. "Who is next?" Tim asks and I fall to the floor they could not be serious.

[darkpoisonouslove]

WIP Wednesday

This is an excerpt from that The Client List AU I have mentioned before. I have no idea when this will be ready since I have only written one of the four scenes it is supposed to have but I wanted to put it here as an “official” WIP to, hopefully, give me some drive to work on it. This is a flashback which is why it is in italics.

The uniform was about five inches shorter than anything she’d ever worn in her life–it barely covered her underwear and that was subject to change as soon as she moved more than a lifeless doll would–and left too much cleavage on display. The push-up bra Ediltrude had lent her in the wake of her impulsive decision was a bit too small and had her breasts spilling out of the already low cut of the satin slip that could never pass as work attire. At least she’d kept her flats on account of neither of the twins having spare heels that would fit her and her braid was still in place since her hair would otherwise cover everything that had to stay exposed.

She cracked open the door just enough to slip in the room and turned to close it without sparing a glance at the massage table. Her face was almost pressed in the hardness of the wood her fingers were clutching at but she only had so many seconds for a deep breath. The atmosphere had to be sizzling hot and she couldn’t allow herself to load it with an awkward chill leaving her with the need for an ice breaker she’d struggle to find when she had no passion for her current task.

“Now you’re looking the part of Faragonda’s successor,” a familiar deep voice had her whipping around at its caress against her mind.

“Valtor,” all she herself was capable of was the startled squeak of a mouse ambushed by the house cat waiting outside its hole. Hardly the sexiest sound in existence. Had it been someone else, she could have very well blown her chance of a tip. The flaming ice of Valtor’s gaze only crackled loudly with his increased desire to have her blowing him, however.

“I’m holding my breath to see if you’ll follow up in everything else as well. Or... perhaps even up the ante.” His eyes were on her almost tangibly – much the same way the curses were gathering on her tongue. She only held them back since it was her paycheck they would destroy and not the countless useless certificates she had to allow her to do her job. “You’ve never disappointed.”

Of course, she hadn’t. She’d studied hard to get the qualifications needed for various massage practices with recreational and healing effect on the body only to end up in one room with him and two very simple things to do – look sexy and touch inappropriately. This wasn’t anywhere near her area of professional expertise, not to mention her comfort zone.

She moved to grab the massage oil. “How come you’re both a regular and a special client?” That was the delicate way of putting it and more than the people involved in that illegitimate branch of the business deserved. Of course, she was one of them now.

“I’m not really,” Valtor said, his eyes following her incessantly and it was annoyingly comforting in its familiarity. And he was happy to provide all the words she needed. “I was left high and dry when Faragonda left and her replacement refused to take her special clients.”

Griffin frowned as she rubbed the oil over her hands as if she could massage the whole predicament away. “One of the other girls could have covered you.” They were all content enough with the job to tell her she’d get used to it in a while. She knew from Faragonda that it was true to an extent. A few sessions to give you some experience and you didn’t feel like you’d be eaten alive anymore, but there were things that didn’t leave as easily as the alien feeling around the whole deal. Her sense of morality was overpowered by her need for money but it wasn’t completely shut down. Not even enough so for it to stop screaming at her about the wrongness of what she was about to do.

“I wanted to see you,” his interest had been keen every time she’d worked on relaxing his chiseled muscles so she had no trouble believing that, “so I ended up on the regular massage tables.” It was ironic, really, how the tables were all the same while what happened on them made all the difference in her life. “After that,” the dramatic pause was his trademark as was the sweet talk, “there was no going back.”

Griffin turned around, ready to face him now that she was sure his eyes wouldn't scrub her skin raw with their honesty. “Yet, here you are. Right back to the special treatment.” And she’d followed him. At herself, at least, she had the right to be mad.

Valtor met her head on. “Yes, I am right back on your table.” How did he have such a great impact on her without even touching her? Her muscles were all frozen and it was showing in the distance still between her and where he was lying that she should have crossed already. She’d crossed off her principles. “I had a regular massage scheduled with you when I came here and learned you were taking special clients now. So I switched back to being one.”

[rocketmanmadden]

I’m not ready (I am ready) Pt. 3

Read part one and two here!

Masterlist!

Warnings- Pretty much all smut

A/N- For those who are reading the series and don’t like smut, you aren’t going to miss out on anything big in the story except for the sex part of having a baby, and you can easily tell where the smut starts if you want to read the first few sentences to gain an understanding of what’s happening:)

-2 months later-

You’re in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when Taron bursts through the door calling your name.

“Y/N?” He calls out as you walk out of the kitchen to meet him. “Taron?” You scrunch your face into a confused expression. “What are you doing home so early, I thought you had to work late- and what are you so happy about?” You ask with a smile noticing the huge grin plastered on his face

“Can’t a man just be very happy?” You furrow your eyebrows, “He can, but not without something going on, so tell me babe, what’s going on?” You wrap your arms around him, smiling up at the grin still on his face.

“It my dear, is baby making time” he bites his lip. “What?” You giggle. “How did you do that so fast, Rocketman was supposed to film for at least another month!” You look shocked

“Put it a shit ton of extra hours, tried to get everything done in a few takes, and wrapped it up quickly. When I want something bad enough, I work hard for it, and I want you bad” he whispers and leans in, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it.

“Well atleast take me to the bedroom, I don’t want my child to be conceived in our hallway” you smirk

That’s all you had to say before he picked you up, you wrapping your legs lightly around his waist as he grips your ass and practically runs you up the stairs, gently laying you in the bed and climbing over you, attaching his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, roaming up your body, cupping your cheek, entangling themselves in your hair as your run your hands along his back pulling up his shirt as you go, him breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over his head and off.

“Mmm” you accidentally moan at the sight of Taron undressing, making your face blush. “Like what you see? Because I can show you more” he winks, standing up and tugging down his jeans, revealing his erection that has his underwear tight against him, wanting to be released.

“What do you want me to do daddy?” You innocently ask. “Not that princess, today I want to make you feel good. This is all about you” he smiles as he climbs back over you on the bed, reaching at the bottom of your shirt. “Lift up” he says as you sit up so he can get your shirt off leaving you in your bra. “So beautiful. So so beautiful”

He begins kissing over your breasts that are covered by your bra, unhooking it and throwing it over his shoulder before making his way down to your stomach placing sloppy wet kisses, sucking and nipping at your skin occasionally until he makes it down to your clothed core. He begins pulling down your leggings, placing a kiss on your panties and continuing down your thighs and legs as he pulls them off.

“Taron” you whine, wanting him to go faster as it feels as he’s going so achingly slow. “Yes dear?” He looks up at your throwing the pants to the floor. “Faster Taron please” you beg. “Impatient are we? I can tell but what’s forming in your panties baby girl” he says smiling at the noticeable wet spot on your underwear. “It’s about making you feel good, so what you want, you will receive”

He gets back up on the bed, but this time not hovered over you, but in between your legs. He licks a long wet stroke over your underwear before taking them in between his teeth and starting to pull them down, before giving up and just ripping them down with his hands.

“You’re fucking dripping for me baby. So sexy love” he whispers against you and kisses your clit. “Taron please” You whimper, not knowing how much longer you can wait. “I know princess, I’m going to give you what you want”

And right after that, he did. He dove right into you with his tongue, swirling it around your clit before sucking on it as you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged onto it, lightly whimpering and moaning under your breath at the sudden sensation

“Taron fuck!” You cried out as he pushed two fingers into you and begins pumping them in and out as he grins up at you, “You taste so fucking sweet baby girl” before diving back in and sucking your clit, while continuing to thrust his fingers into you as you moan out

Your orgasm approaches faster than you thought as you feel your legs begin to tremble around Taron. He pulls his tongue away from you to speak, still going at it with his fingers, but still making you whimper at the loss of contact. “I know baby girl, I’m sorry I pulled away. I feel you clenching sweetheart, are you getting close?” He smirks, very well knowing you are, leaning down placing a kiss on your thigh.

“Y-yes” you stutter your words out, arching your back and try to grind yourself against Taron’s hand for more friction. “Cum whenever you want princess” he smiles before putting his mouth right back on your clit, fastly sucking and licking while he thrusts his fingers into you harder.

Not long after your legs start to shake more as you’re messily moaning out and panting Taron’s name, when your orgasm eventually rushes over you. You arch your back and clench your walls around his fingers as everything let’s go. “Oh Taron fuck” you say breathing heavily, trying to calm down from what you just experienced. “Yes dear? Did you enjoy that?” He smirks. “You look awfully pretty when you’re cumming all over my fingers like that”

“Just fuck me already” you pant out with a giggle and Taron shrugs his shoulders. “If you say so” he smiles, pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard, aching erection, with just the sight of it making a pool of wetness in between your legs.

Now being fully undressed, he climbs back on top of you and hovers over you, not starting without asking a question first.

“Is there a position that is like, you know, better to get pregnant in?” He asks causing you to burst out laughing, as you thought he was joking. “What?” You giggle. “Like one that helps more” he dead seriously asks. “Taron no- if you cum in someone, they get pregnant. That’s a dumbass question, you know this” you shake your head at him, just wanting him to be fucking you already. “Well I was just wondering because there could be-“ You cut him off, “No, there’s not. You cum in me, I get pregnant. That’s it love.” You tell him. “Oh” is all he says. “ I can’t believe I’m having your baby” you laugh at him and his question

“What did you just say?” He looks down at you and bites his lip. “I said I can’t believe I’m having- oh fuck” you cry out as Taron unexpectedly pushing himself into you, gripping on to your legs and leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You better believe it babe, because you are love”

You wrap your legs around him pulling him down on top of you more, digging your nails into his back as he buries his head into your neck, kissing and biting at the skin as he pounds into you before mumbling into it. “Jesus you’re so tight princess, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to last. I’ve had so many sexual feelings just balled up that are getting out now- quickly” he pants. “L-let me ride you, just lay back, relax, and d-do what you need to do” you speak in between moans before you both roll over and you reposition yourself on top of him.

“Oh fuck Taron” you say rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he puts his hands on your hips to steady you, slowly going down and taking him all in. You put your hands on his stomach for something to lean on as you begin bouncing up and down on him, going faster and faster as the seconds go on. “Oh princess fuck- feels so good” he says as you lean down and roughly kiss him. “I love it when you’re vocal, tell me how good it feels baby” you begin circling your hips around him as you continue going up and down.

“So good, so good. You feel so good the way you bounce on my cock” he pants as you take a hand off his stomach and bring it under you to massage his balls, lightly grazing your hand over it. “How good baby?” You lightly clench around him. “Really good” he rolls his eyes back in pleasure

“Hm? I can’t hear you�� you sexily say clenching and bouncing on him harder. “R-real good!” he whimpers out. “Louder Taron!” You moan before gripping his balls tightly and slamming yourself down hard into him, hitting your sweet spot making you almost cum right there.

“So fucking good!” He screams out, harshly bucking his hips up and thrusting into you, releasing every bit of cum he had in him into you, pounding it straight into your g spot throwing you over the edge and making you cum right then and there with him, both of you yelling, moaning, and panting messes as you fall down on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tightly as you’re still heavily breathing into his neck.

“You felt so fucking good, that was amazing” he rubs your back. “I know, you only told me a million times” you roll your eyes at him and giggle as he slaps your ass. “Don’t be smart with me, you told me to” he smiles. “I’m just teasing. You gotta get used to it, we are gonna have a baby after all. What do you think kids are like?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “If they’re anything like you they’re gonna be a little shit” he gives your ass a light squeeze and you cock an eyebrow at him. “But a little shit with a cute face” he smiles at you.

“That’s what I thought” you giggle before burying your head back into his neck, laying there that way for many more hours as you guys nap off and on while cuddling each other, from the excitement you had that exhausted you both.

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[samwinchesterfanfic]

Rough Around The Edges

Dean x reader

One Shot

POV: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, language

A/N: This is a one shot, but if you guys want I’ll make it a series. All tag lists open. Requests open. Let me know what you think!!

Waking up the morning after celebrating a successful hunt is always difficult. For starters, I usually have a pounding headache, horrific nausea, and no memory of most of the night. This morning was different though, as I woke up in Dean Winchester’s bed. Naked. With a naked Dean Winchester next to me. Snuggling me. Wrapped around me. Shit. I mean, ever since I started hunting with the Winchester boys, I’ve been attracted to Dean, no doubt about it. But I never thought this would happen. I’m not exactly the type of girl guys like Dean go for. But the sight I woke up to this morning disproves that fact. 

I look around, part of me wanting to get back to my own bedroom, and part of me wanting to stay right where I am. I decide to get out, and I softly start to attempt to maneuver myself off Deans chest and under his arm. After a minute or two, I stand up and tiptoe back to my room down the hall. The bunker is freezing, and I shiver, suddenly wishing I had redressed in my clothes, or at least Deans. 

As soon as I get to my room I flop backwards onto the bed and crawl under the comforter. I do my best to remember the details of what happened last night, and come up only with flashes of kisses and sex, never quite getting a full picture. One thing burned into my head is the glorious image of Dean naked. God, I’m never going to get over him. Disappointment edges into my consciousness. Dean Winchester doesn’t ‘do’ relationships. I brush the thought away and get up, grabbing a robe and wrapping around me as I walk into the hall, heading for the bathroom. I close the door before turning on the shower as hot as I can stand it. I do my absolute best to push away thoughts of Dean and of what happened last night. Instead of focusing on him, I step under the scalding hot water, humming to myself as I shampoo my hair. The sound of the door clicking open reaches my ears, but I dismiss it as a random noise, losing myself in my own thoughts. When the shower curtain slides open, I barley have time to react before a pair of hands land on my hips. I jump slightly, but calm down when I feel lips pressed to my ear.

“It’s just me sweetheart.” Deans low voice murmurs. I’m confused, but only for a second, as his lips start to travel down my neck. Each feather like kiss sends a shiver through my body. I finally focus enough to speak.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask, focusing on anything except him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His question only confuses me more.

“I just thought that it would be business as usual. I mean, whenever you sleep with someone they do the walk of shame out and we never see them again.”

“And?”

“And so I just assumed that last night was a one time thing.” His lips stop on my shoulder, and I’m nervous I said something wrong. He slowly turns me around, his hands readjusting on my hips. His fingers grip my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet his.

“And why would you think that?” His face is serious, and I think I can hear hurt on his voice.

“Uh, because I’m me and you’re you.” My face flushed as the words leave my mouth. How could I ever make him understand?

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re Dean Winchester. You’ve saved the world more times then I can count, you’re ridiculously sexy, you’re an awesome person all together. And I’m just Y/N Y/L/N. I haven’t saved the world. I’m not anywhere in your league. You’re like the NFL, and I’m a club team. That’s the difference. You’ve never been interested in me before, and I’m not sure why that suddenly changed.” I say, my voice breaking as I talk. He takes a deep breath, before leaning down to kiss me softly.

“Last night was an excuse to start something with you. I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you fighting that vamp in Colorado. You are beautiful. And kind. And bad ass. And amazing.” My shock must be conveyed on my face because he smiles softly.

“But, why haven’t you just asked me out before? You hit on girls all the time like it’s nothing.”

“Because I actually have feelings for you. All the other girls are just distractions.” I’m in shock. I’m unbelievably happy, but I’m in shock.

“Oh” is the only thing my dumb ass can come up with.

“So...” he looked incredibly vulnerable in the moment, and I knew he was waiting for me to tell him I like him back.

“Winchester, don’t be stupid. I like you back. In fact I may even love you. But I don’t know how-” Another kiss cuts me off mid sentence. It’s different from the last one. It’s more aggressive, more passionate. His hands move up to cup my breasts, massaging each one before moving down to my ass. 

“Maybe we should sit down.” He says, laughing against my lips. I nod, giggling because I can’t believe this is my life now.

After we get out of the shower, I go to my room to cherish what just happened. I can’t believe it. I just had sex in a shower. I’ve never had sex in a shower. To be completley honest it was a lot better then I thought it could ever be.

I go through the rest of my day in a haze of some sort, still on cloud nine. What did this mean for us hunting? What if we get married? Have kids? Where will we live? Will we move into the same room? These thoughts whirl around in my head until I can’t take it anymore. I have to talk to Dean. I head towards his room, my heart stopping when I hear him scream. I sprint fill speed into his room, my heart hurting when I see him asleep. I quickly run to his side, waking him up so the yells stop. His eyes fly open and he looks at me wildly. There’s fear in his eyes. It’s odd because I’ve only seen him scared once before: when I almost died during a hunt.

“Dean, honey are you okay?” I murmur, running my hand through his hair.

“Y/N?” His voice cracks, and it kills me just a little bit.

“I’m right here. Are you okay?” He relaxes against me and nodds.

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream. They tend to happen.”

“How often?”

“A couple times a week.”

“Oh.” I breath, wishing I knew what to say.

“I’m okay sweetheart. Just a little rough around the edges.” His eyes have morphed back into their charming green, the fear gone. I lean in and kiss him softly. I can feel his smirk against my lips, and I lean back to ask him what he’s laughing about, but before I have the chance, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto his lap. Here we go again...

[all-the-love-harold]

YES! Pls do the blurb about harry and y/n when they had sex

It’s a Sign of the Times - Blurb #3 

Quite a few of you were keen to read this, so here it is! I hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought! 

All my love, Lyss xx 

Part 7.5 

Master Post 

July 13th 2017 – 13 weeks

You were still on edge after seeing Dunkirk for the firsttime. Not only was the movie incredibly intense, but this had been the firsttime you and Harry had stepped out in public as a proper couple and that toohad been intense. You hadn’t expected such a lovely reaction from fans, but you’dbeen met with nothing but love, which had surprised both you and Harry. Yourfeet ached as you unlocked the door to your apartment, Harry trailing behindyou, looking handsome as ever, as you walked in.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight Y/N” Harrysaid, his voice a little more gravelly than usual

“You’ve said it a few times” you smiled “but you could sayit a little more if you like” you walked into the kitchen and turned yourkettle on.

He made his way over to where you were standing in thekitchen, standing behind you and wrapping his hands around your waist, nuzzlingkisses into your neck “You look stunning” he said between kisses “how did I getso lucky?”

You giggled, leaning your head to the side, exposing your neckto him “you look pretty good yourself H” you grabbed his hands, and turnedaround, finding his lips and kissing them gently before you lead him over tothe couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, lips finding yours again asyour hands brushed through his freshly cut hair. He reached behind you,unzipping your dress, gently pushing the spaghetti straps over you shouldersand down your arms, revealing a nude, full coverage maternity bra.

“Mmm” he giggled “sexy”

“Shh” you whispered, smile spread across your face “you’lllike the pregnancy boobs when you take it off”

His hand hovered over your bra, unsure, if taking it off washis next move “I’ve always liked your boobs”

“I know” you said, reaching behind your back and unhookingyour bra yourself, sliding it off and throwing it behind the couch before youleant back to kiss him trailing kisses down his neck while he spent timemassaging each of your breasts.  Youbegan unbuttoning his suit jacket as he leant forward a little, so you couldtake it off.

“Bedroom” he said, voice rough, full of lust

You stood from his lap, letting your dress fall to the floorwhile he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his trousers while he followed youto the bedroom. As you opened the door he grabbed you by the waist, slammingthe door shut again and pressing an urgent kiss to your lips, gently laying youdown on the edge of the bed. “I’ve wanted this for so long” he whispered, hoveringover you, as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I was waiting for you to be a movie star” you giggledwatching him take his shirt off

“What?” he said, moving you to the top of the bed “singernot good enough for you?” he giggled, kissing your lips

“No” you laughed, running your hand down his torso, towardsthe edge of his boxers, snickering at the idea of pulling them down

“What now?” he laughed

“I’ve never seen your dick hard before” you blushed

He let out a breathy laugh, and he moved from above you,lying his head on the pillow next to you “We don’t have to do this tonight, ifyou’re not ready”

“I’m ready” you rolled over to face him placing a playfulkiss on his nose, making him giggle “pants off styles” you chuckled, tugging athis boxers, revealing his already throbbing cock.

He hoisted himself up so that he was hovering above you onceagain “Pants off Y/L/N”

He scooted down the bed, resting on his elbows, using histeeth to pull down your panties “You sure?” he asked, looking up at you as younodded “I’ll be gentle- I promise” he spread your legs wider, and placed gentlekisses to your inner thighs, using his forefinger to lightly caress over yourfolds before he slowly inserted it into your centre. Your back arched with histouch, and a smirk spread across his face while he edged his face closer toyour centre. You could feel his hot breath over you as he swiped his tongueover your folds.

“Harry” you moaned “Need you”

“What’s that love?” he teased

You playfully slapped him across his head giggle while youwatched him reposition himself, so  thathe could line his cock up with your entrance. He paused for a second, lookingover to your bedside table

“Condom?” he asked pointing at the drawer

“Bit late for that don’t you think?” you rubbed your handsover your tiny bump “Unless you have any STD’s I need to worry about?”

“I’m clean” he smiled, leaning down and kissing yourforehead “you ready?” he asked, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand as helined it up with your entrance again. You wrapped your arms around his head,draping your hands at the back of his neck. He pushed into you, and you let outa small whimper, feeling the burn of him inside you. It had been a while sinceyou’d had anyone inside you, and he was no where near as big as Harry.

“You good?” he breathed, sensing your reluctance

“Yeah” you nodded, “keep going” you bit your lip and dugyour nails into his shoulders. With a few more pumps, the burn subsided, andyour body filled with pleasure. He pulled your legs up and wrapped them around hiswaist, moaning against your neck, you began working together to reach yourhighs. You felt the pressure building in the pit of you stomach as Harry slowedhis thrusts “Don’t stop” you whispered, and he quickened his pace again, usinghis left hand to rub circles around your clit. Within seconds, you feltyourself coming undone, fire rushing through your body

“Such a good girl” he smirked as he felt you throbbingaround him. The sounds of your moans brought him undone too and you brushedyour fingers through his hair while he came inside you.

He pulled out and lay his head next to yours on the pillow,wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in closer to him, placing a kisson your temple.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered, sleep slowly taking over him

“I love you too Harry”

[sserpente]

A/N: I said I would do it… and now I’ve done it! ;-) Here’s my first Jonathan Pine Imagine. There will be more with him for sure! Have fun!

2nd October: Wicked seduction. 🍸 | feat. Jonathan Pine

Words: 3166 Warnings: smut

“This is ridiculous!” You complained with a tortured expression on your face, staring at your reflection in the mirror of the fancy hotel room your best friend (Y/F/N) had booked for the two of you. It was Halloween and instead of letting you take a hot bath, watch some scary horror movie and drink absurdly expensive red wine in this luxurious hotel, she would drag you along to this snobby Halloween party in the lobby.

Costumes were a must, which had resulted in (Y/F/N) doing some last minute shopping. You had merely told her about how you wanted to dress up as a black cat, for it was easy, comfortable and convenient to put on. Now that you were looking at yourself in the mirror, however, you regretted the decision of letting her buy you the costume. It was way too revealing. The miniskirt she had gotten you barely covered your buttocks, the thin pullover was cut low and would offer every other guest a broad view of your cleavage and the slight hills of your breasts. With the fluffy tail attached to the skirt, black cat ears clipped into your (Y/H/C) hair and your dark make-up including three thin stripes on each of your cheek drawn there with your eyeliner, you did look like a cat—but much rather a porn cat at that.

“I look like a prostitute, (Y/F/N)! Why do I have to go to that party with you again?” You asked, hearing her giggle in response from the bathroom where she was applying her own make-up. She had decided to dress up as a devil. A sexy devil, not to mention.

“I am heartbroken and I want to spend all of my ex-boyfriend’s money with the credit card I took from him. You will be my support and my security guard if I end up throwing up in the bushes or start riding the baggage cars like a surfboard.” She replied for surely the third time already.

Right. Keith Leonard. Her ex-boyfriend. A cunning billionaire who had blackmailed her into this relationship all the while cheating on her with actual playboy models. It had taken (Y/F/N) a long while to realise he was after dirty sex and reputation only, especially with an awful lot of persuasion on your behalf.

You’d always known there was something wrong with that billionaire. (Y/F/N) had snapped when she had found out about the sex trafficking crimes he had wanted to drag her into. “Slut sharing” as he had called it, offering her to be passed around as his property for his friend’s pleasure in exchange for some cash. Disgusting idiot. (Y/F/N) had been able to get out of there before things got too critical, not, however, before sneaking one of his credit cards into her pocket before leaving. Her brother had taken care of the invisibility of the expenses, so the billionaire wasn’t able to track her down. Now here you were. Suffering with her and helping her get over her heartache in an outrageously revealing costume to go to a Halloween party in a bloody five star hotel. Well, it could be worse, you figured.

Finally, (Y/F/N) stepped out of the bathroom. She looked as stunning as always, with red highlights in her hair and her face accentuating her eyes and two red horns on top of her head.

“Who knows, maybe tonight, you’ll get laid too. You really need it, (Y/N), you started giving names to the plants in your apartment!”

“Talking to them helps them grow,” you scowled, crossing your arms. “I read it online.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Your best friend rolled her eyes. “Let’s go have some fun.”

It resulted in the same situation every time the both of you went out for the night. (Y/F/N) was flirting with everything that looked male for hours on end while you kept sitting at the bar in an unmotivated manner, watching her picking her prey. You couldn’t blame her, really. Men repeatedly fell to her feet and for her charm and especially after that billionaire, she deserved a bit of fun. You would have fun with your cocktail—a new cocktail. Yours was empty again.

Just as the thought stroke you, the bartender placed a glass filled with an orange liquid in front of you.

“I didn’t order that,” you remarked with a frown, doubting that he had read your thoughts. The bartender nodded. “That man over there did.”

Instantly, your eyes widened. Guys never bought you drinks. (Y/F/N) was usually the one who got all the attention. You simply stayed put in the background, sipping your drink and pondering about why life was so damn unfair and what exactly about your appearance it was that scared all the dudes away. It must have been the costume you wore. It practically screamed “I’m willing, take me!”

Following the bartender’s finger as he pointed to his left, your heart filled with even more surprise as it skipped a beat. He was… he was bloody handsome. The shirt he wore looked like it had been tailored for him, his muscles, clearly visible under the thin fabric, bulged as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, his long digits resting on the smooth and cold surface. He had piercing blue eyes and dark blonde hair, his jawline was sharp. He was tall, too. Much taller than you were; and the only hint of a costume was a black mask covering the rest of his face. You could swear he had not been there only seconds ago. What was it he was portraying tonight? A phantom?

He noticed you were mustering him only the twinkling of an eye after. His blue eyes met yours, locking you in place as jolts of electricity cursed through your body, tingling from head to toe. It was like by simply staring at you in this scrutinising and yet alluring manner, he was learning all of your darkest secrets—it filled you with both fear and excitement.

“Thank you,” you mouthed out of breath, eliciting an enchanting smirk from him. Another second passed before he started strolling over to you, his confident tread sending shivers down your spine. His sheer presence was breath-taking. You could smell the hint of an expensive perfume on him, admire his features up close. He… seemed like a decent and honourable man. Maybe just this once, you would get lucky too.

“Jonathan Pine,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand. You took it after returning his polite smile, attempting to ignore how soft it felt. Electric thrills shot through your body when you touched him.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Thank you for the drink.”

“No need to thank me. I’ve been watching you for quite a while already, (Y/N).” The way he spoke your name… it sounded like you had given him power over you… and you were yet to find out whether this was a good thing. “You look gorgeous.” And he had an English accent. Your knees melted to pudding already.

Compliments. When was the last time a man had given you compliments? Oh, this guy was heaven!

“Th-thank you. And, uh, you decided to revive the Phantom of the Opera?” You asked, tugging a streak of your hair behind your ear.

Jonathan chuckled, facing the expensive carpet for a moment. “Yes, so to speak. Listen, I, uh… I normally don’t do this but I was wondering… could we go somewhere private? It’s quite full here,”

Once again, your eyes widened. Somewhere private? This man looked like the personification of a true English Gentleman. One night with him… what woman wouldn’t kill for that? So you bit your lower lip and nodded.

“Of course,” you answered with a seductive—or at least you hoped it would appear so—smile. “It’s way too crowded here, you’re right.”

You did not object when Jonathan suggested going to your suite instead of his. Perhaps he wasn’t the tidiest of people. The cleaner wouldn’t return until tomorrow morning, after all. So you led him to (Y/F/N)’s and your room instead, grateful for having put away all of the make-up before leaving. It would have been a chaotic mess.

“So… there we go, this is our—“ You didn’t even get to finish your sentence. Jonathan’s mouth was on yours before you were even able to switch on the lights. His thin and oh so soft lips moved against yours, his hands seemed to be touching you everywhere. Greedily, they travelled down your body and probed your hips before coming to a rest on your arse, kneading it eagerly.

Your tongues were fighting a vengeful battle, fighting for dominance Jonathan rapidly won by pushing you against a nearby wall, pinning you against it. He pulled away from your now swollen lips only to attack your neck with moist and hot kisses, licking over your pulse attentively and sucking the sensitive skin between his lips to leave love bites, all the while his hands reached down to push up your skirt until it was resting around your hips.

Your panties were anything but sexy but right now, you couldn’t care less. It was dark in the room anyway. All you were able to focus on were his long and sinful digits, tracing your flesh and ghosting over the soft skin on your thighs before sneaking between them.

Growling in an animalistic manner, he claimed your mouth again, kissing you passionately, longingly even as he tore the thin piece of fabric to the side to expose your glistening sex to him. Oh, bloody hell, you were so wet for him. Your folds were shimmering with moisture, your slick arousal coating his skin as he ran two fingers over them, forcing you to moan into his mouth and shiver under his light touch.

He wasted no time in exploring your most intimate parts until he found what he was looking for. Your swollen clit was throbbing with need, begging for attention he was promising to give it. Painfully slow, he tapped it twice before circling it over and over again.

Already, you could feel yourself climbing the ladder of climax. He knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. You were jelly in his arms and if he hadn’t pressed you against the wall, your legs would have ceased to support you any longer by now.

Soon, he replaced his index finger with his thumb, collecting a bit more of your juices to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves even firmer. His fingers went travelling again, this time teasing your entrance, relentlessly, until you were but a whining and moaning mess before him.

No man had ever been able to bring you this close to orgasm with just his fingers!

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you tensed up as he pushed them deep inside you, curling them at just the right spot. Jonathan started fingering you furiously, his thumb never stopping to rub your swollen nub.

“Fuck, Jonathan, I-I’m�� I’m gonna cum!” You yelled into the still dark room. His growl was the only sound you got in response but it was enough to send you flying over the edge. Your orgasm tore through you vividly, robbing you of all your senses. A glistening light seemed to spread around you, the hot waves of the aftershocks having you tremble and spasm, again and again, around his wonderful fingers, coating them with your cum.

When you had cooled down again, Jonathan stopped, only slowly removing his fingers from your still pulsating walls, contracting around nothingness when he slid them out of you. As you were slumping down, exhausted beyond sanity, he quickly caught you, lifting you up effortlessly and gently laying you down on the bed. He joined you when you sat up despite your light dizziness, your cheeks still hot and red from all the pure pleasure rushing through your veins.

“Was that good?” He whispered hoarsely. Desire was sparkling in his blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes that had watched you come undone…

“That… that was more than just good, that was… amazing… It’s your turn now.” You decided, attempting to push him down on the bed. You wanted to give him the pleasure he had just let you experience, give something back for those blissful minutes. Normally, you didn’t even do blowjobs, for you had quite the strong gag reflex but for him, you would try. You’d sink to your knees for that man in any sense, anyway, for Fuck’s sake.

He, however, didn’t move an inch.

“I can’t go any fur—“ he stopped in mid-sentence as if he had prattled away. “(Y/N), you have a friend. Her name is (Y/F/N)…”

Oh. Disappointment rushed through your veins. This guy had just made you cum on his fingers and now he asked for your best friend instead. Were you not sexy enough after all? Were you not as wild in bed as she would be? But then again, how would he know?

“What about her?” You asked, trying hard to sound unaffected. Still, your voice was shaking. All of a sudden, you were close to tears, combined with the feeling of the growing urge to punch him in the face.

“Is she… is she in a relationship? Currently?”

Now, your felt your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. A guy… so charming and considerate, who was using sex—or fingering for that matter—for the sole purpose of engaging another woman… that was new. However, it hurt all the more. The moment you had shared with him was intimate, personal. You didn’t usually do one night stands but for this guy, you jettisoned all of your morals and principles. That’s what you get if you let your heart win, you stupid bitch!

“Wow. And here I was, thinking that for once, a guy might actually like me over my perfect best friend.”

Jonathan paused, irritated. “What? No, (Y/N), you are a wonderful woman, I simply thought…”

“What?! You thought what? ‘Hey, this girl looks lonely and desperate, let’s stand her a drink and then fuck her senseless for information about another woman’?!” The tears were worsening your sight now, stinging in your eyes.

“Look. I am not who you think I am. I’m after Keith Leonard and your friend will bring me a huge step closer to him.”

What? Keith Leonard? “The billionaire?” You asked, frowning.

“Yes. You know him.”

“I’ve met him twice. (Y/F/N) and he dated for a few months before… well, before…”

“Before he tried to sell her as a sex slave to his billionaire friends?” He finished your sentence. Frowning once more, you nodded. “It’s short of a miracle she made it out alive.”

“Who are you?” You asked, suspicious with a start. What if he was working for him? What if he had found you both despite (Y/F/N)’s brother’s painstaking safety measures? You had to let her know, you had to…

Slowly, Jonathan shook his head, glancing at you in a both scolding and caring way. “Knowing would put you in danger.”

Immediately, anger boiled in your stomach again, your fear forgotten for a moment.

“Oh? But seducing me for information wouldn’t put me in danger?! Guess I was just a convenience, wasn’t I?” You spat, you tears rolling down your cheeks freely now.

“When I engaged you, I was not sure whatsoever if you were who I was looking for. (Y/F/N)’s best friend, the girl she had bolted with, with a massive amount of money stolen from Keith Leonard. I didn’t even know your name but I knew (Y/F/N)’s and when you brought me to this suite and I saw the room number, I could be sure it was you.”

He was trying to explain he would have tested his flirting skills on you either way. You appreciated the thought but in the end, you were still nothing more than a tool. Why the fuck would you be happy about his remark then? Why did you hope he would stop playing detective for a second and fuck you into the mattress until you forgot your own bloody name anyway?!

“And now what? You want me to help you snuff the billionaire?” You snapped defiantly.

“No. I need (Y/F/N)’s phone. My colleagues will be able to track down some dirty details of Leonard’s whereabouts. He bought it for her, didn’t he?”

“He did…”

(Y/F/N) kept her phone in the safe. During the party, so she had claimed, she wouldn’t need it anyway. Jonathan was lucky. Or maybe he had known anyway. Only God knew for long he had been spying on your best friend already.

“Why didn’t you just ask her yourself?”

“My profession requires of me to be discreet at all times. Plus I desperately wanted to know what you look like when you scream in ecstasy,” he shot back with a lustful sparkling in his blue eyes. Gulping, you pressed your thighs together. His words had sent a thrill of excitement right into your wet core. You were ready to cum for him again if that was what he wanted.

“F-fine, let me get it for you.” You finally stuttered, your voice barely audible.

Your legs trembling a little, you got up and walked over to the safe. Typing in the combination, you watched the Englishman from the corner of your eye. He was still sitting there patiently, never taking his eyes off your form until you returned to him and handed him (Y/F/N)’s phone.

He was quick to unlock it, leaving you wondering where the hell he had gotten the pin code and then proceeded to press a few buttons and scribble down a gibberish of numbers and letters on a piece of paper, which he tugged safely into his pockets after he was done and gave it back to you.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You really helped me with this. I cannot make any promises but I will try and bring that coward down. For all the girls he ever forced into prostitution and (Y/F/N), of course.” He stated dryly. Honesty was humming in his voice, along with sincere cordiality. You believed him. You believed every word, even if he had just fooled you and your burning desire but you just couldn’t help it. There was something about him that intrigued you, although you knew nothing at all about him.

Jonathan took a step forward to cup your face with his large and soft hands, kissing you tenderly one more time before taking his leave.

“C-can I see you again?” You hurried to say.

Jonathan smirked. “I would love that, (Y/N). I’ll find you when the time is right.”

And with that, he left the suite, leaving you wondering idly how the hell you would explain all of this to your best friend once she came back from her one night stand. You bet it wouldn’t even be half as exciting as what you had just experienced.

[satansoori]

Fifty Shades of C.Youngjae

(GOT7 Youngjae Shorts) PART 2

Genre: Smut (inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James)

Courtesy: E. L. James

Author: tedryse

Summary: This is where the reader and Youngjae meet again. Where both of them will soon accept what each other wants, and that they will try everything for the sake of their relationship.

“Y/N, sweetie? Can you get the door for me?” Hannah asked, a towel still wrapped around her waist while she dries her damp hair with a blow dryer. “I can’t go out looking like this right?”

I groaned, getting up from the couch to go to the front door. My hair was messy but I didn’t give one fuck about it when I opened the door. “Sorry to keep you waiting--” “A delivery for Miss L/N.” A guy cuts me off. I can’t help but frown at him. He looks familiar. “Yes, uh that’s me.”

“A package from Mr. Choi,” I took the box when he hand it to me. Youngjae gave me a package? God, I miss him.

I look at the guy and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He nods at me, “Always welcome, Miss L/N. Have a good day.”

I closed the door with my foot while my hands were preoccupied by the package. Hannah stopped the blow dryer and turned to look at me. “Youngjae?” I nod as I stared at the note that was sticked on the package.

Congratulations on your first day at work, I hope it went well. Thank you for the glider, it is sitting proudly on my desk.

- Youngjae

I blushed at the note. “What did it say?” Hannah gave me a large grin, and I shake my head. “Oh, he’s just congratulating me on my first day at work. Now that I think of it, how’d he--of course.” I rolled my eyes.

Hannah sat beside me, “That’s it? No I miss you, Y/N? Or xoxo at the end? Just some formal Youngjae shit?” Shrugging my shoulders, I hand her the note. She groans. “He could really do better than that. I know he missed you.”

“It’s only been five days, Hannah.” I point out. But, in those five days, I missed him. So fucking much. I doubt he does the same.

“So? That’s long enough for him to miss you. God, for one month you two were not letting each other out of your sights. I mean, Y/N, he always picks you up and brings you somewhere nice. Maybe and mostly in his bedroom.” Hannah laughed when I gave her a glare. “But seriously, babe, don’t lie to me. You miss him too.”

I sighed, then nod. “Ever since I left his place, I couldn’t get his face out of my head.” “You can’t get him out of your heart.” She corrected me, making me sigh again. “Yeah...”

“Open it.” 

I shakily ripped the package open. Gasping, I frowned at it. It’s all William Shakespeare classic literature books. An original, may I add. Why did he spend so much in buying me the originals? Of course, he’s just going to say, “Y/N, I can afford it.” Typical.

Hannah gasped as well. “Did he really just? No.” Why do I feel embarrassed all of a sudden? I put the books on the coffee table. “I can’t accept this. He had already gave me so much.”

“Yeah, but you gave it back.”

I narrowed my eyes, “Hannah, that’s not the point here. I just can’t accept all these... gifts.” “Well, will you send it back?” I frowned. Will I? I don’t know. Ugh.

I turned my body to her, “I sure wished you won’t leave me alone for two weeks.” She pulled me into a hug. I sniffed as my nose started to get itchy. “Oh, Y/N. You know I don’t really want to leave.” 

“I’m sure Jackson’s going to take care of you well. If he doesn’t,” We both pulled away, grinning at each other. “We’ll both kick his ass.”

We giggled, and she pulled the strand of my hair away from my face. “You really need to get some love again. Youngjae or not, I want a man to kiss you in front of the altar.” I smiled, nodding my head and we hugged again. My heart was aching when she those words.

Because, he can never be the man I will marry. I don’t think he will be.

“Y/N, don’t cry!” “I’m just going to miss you so much.” I choke out, pulling her closer as I cry. Hannah let out a small chuckle. I can feel tears soaking my shoulder. 

“I’m going to miss you too.” 

“Y/N,” I bit my lip when my name roll of his tongue. That sounded so right when he’s the one saying it. My eyes widens when he said the words I’ve been wanting to hear. “I miss you.”

“Youngjae...” I whispered, and felt my feet walking to him. Then, I ran. He stretched his arms out, weakly smiling. “Youngjae!”

Here we are, standing in the middle of his room, hugging. I missed him. And he missed me. I feel so happy, knowing I’m safe again in his arms. Despite all the rough sex we did before I left, I feel safe with him.

He kissed my hair, sighing. “God, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” I whispered on his chest. I miss him. I need him. I want him. Right here, right now. “I need you, Jae.”

He pulled away, staring at me with lust in his eyes. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how much I needed you ever since you left me.” His reaction changed. Pain, but then it quickly turned back to lust in a second.

I can’t help but let out a sob. He cupped my face with his hands, kissing me gently until it was out of force. I moaned as he bite my lip, accessing his tongue in my mouth. He pulled off my shirt above my head, throwing it across the room. Picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist while our lips were still locked with one another.

He gently put me on his bed and kissed me one more time before pulling away to take his clothes off until he was naked. I bite my lip. He is so sexy.

He growls, “You’re biting your lip again. Eager, are we Miss L/N?”

I flushed, feeling his large member between my legs when he leaned down on my stomach. He placed sweet kisses up to my chest as his hand went behind my back. He unclasped my bra with one swift and threw it away. I start to fumble on my jean zipper, whimpering. I need him. NOW.

“Youngjae...” I whispered his name, and he groans in response. He helped me with my jeans, pulling it off quickly. I smirked at him, and start to tease him. “Eager, are we Mr. Choi?” 

He shuts me up by harshly kissing me. I loudly shrieked when he ripped my panties off of me. That surely answered my question. He pulled away again, but not before licking my lips. He gave me a look wether he can do it or not, I nod at him. He quickly adjusted his length on my entrance before pushing himself in me.

When he was about to thrust, his head fell on my neck. “Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you. Not again.” You won’t. Not in that way.

“Jae--” “I don’t want to lose you again. Please. Please don’t leave me.” He choked out, slowly thrusting. He’s being so gentle to me. But, I missed the old him. I don’t want to see him like this. Oh, Youngjae.

I grabbed his face, making him look at me. Oh my, he’s about to tear up. I hastily pulled him into a kiss. It was a very gentle one. I hope that answers him. That I will never leave him ever again. That he won’t ever hurt me. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked up his pace. I missed this. I let out a moan, “J-Jae...!”

A deep and sexy groan escaped his lips. “F-faster, Youngjae!”

I bit his lip a little too harsh, making him whimper. My heart is racing and my head is spinning so much that I thought I could die. Our sweaty bodies moves in a perfect sync, our moans and groans were taking over the room, and my face were getting red from hearing our skin slapped.

“Y-Y/N!” His pace went faster and faster, “Oh, baby!”

My stomach was churning in pleasure, and I was clenching so hard around him. Fuck, I’m getting close. I’m whimpering and whining as he went deeper in me after he has put left leg on his shoulder. His other hand were massaging my breast, flicking my nipple roughly with his thumb. This feels so so good.

“Ah Y-Youngjae! I’m getting so--close!” I groaned, my knuckles were getting white as I grip on the bedsheets tighter. “Fuck, Jae!”

“Agh Y/N!” When he shouted my name, I came around him. My breathing went heavier whenever he gets deeper in each thrust, hitting me on the right spot. “Ah ah...! Shit!”

Youngjae thrust once more and finally came in me. He released his juices too much that it’s already dripping from my opening. “Y-Y/N...” He groans as took my leg off his shoulder and fell on my body. I wrapped my arms around him, and smiled. He wasn’t tensed at all when I touched him.

I love him so much. Choi Youngjae, I am in love with you.

“Marry me, Y/N...” I heard him whisper. I look at him, his eyes were closed. My heart was jumping in joy and I actually thought he was joking when he repeated his words. “Marry me.”

I kissed his forehead. “Go to sleep, Jae.”

Youngjae rolled over to my side, wrapping his arms around me. His legs trapping mine. “Hm... Marry me.” He started to doze off and I smiled. I can’t believe this beautiful creature. Choi Youngjae, I love you.

“Of course.”

~

Part 1: http://satansoori.tumblr.com/post/161686038878/fifty-shades-of-cyoungjae

Part 3 anyone?

[satansoori]

Fifty Shades of C.Youngjae

(GOT7 Youngjae Shorts) PART 1

Genre: Smut (inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James)

Courtesy: E. L. James

Author: tedryse 

Summary: This is where the reader explains what she really feels after their agreement and all the vanilla sex. 

I can’t help but smile as I stare at his beautiful face. God, he is so sexy. His breathing was slow and he looked very peaceful. Like an innocent sleeping baby. We had a wonderful sex last night, to which he call a ‘vanilla sex’. I just wasn’t ready for having an intense sex every now and then. Yet.

I slowly reach my hand to touch his cheek, but his own hand stopped me from doing so. Youngjae opened his eyes and frowns, “I told you. No touching.” 

I sighed and pulled my hand away from his grasp. I turned my back at him, and I can feel his arms sliding on waist, pulling me to his chest. He kissed my head and I frowned. “How come you can touch me and I can’t with you?”

Why? I don’t understand. I heard him inhale sharply and sigh. “I... You just can’t, okay?” I went silent after he doesn’t give any reason for it. I respect his choices but how can I trust him when he can’t trust me?

“Are you...” He turned me around to face him, “Are you crying? Hey,” I wiped the tears from my eyes that I didn’t know was falling. He leaned and gave me a sweet yet sorrow kiss. I was the first one to pull away.

“Sorry. I was just getting too emotional.” I whispered and he pulled me closer to him. I can hear his heart beating when I put my ear on his chest. He sighs again, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m just--”

I cut him off. “Uncomfortable?”

“Not ready.” He chuckles, sending vibrations through his chest and causing my ear to itch. “You should really learn not to cut people off when they’re talking.” I giggle. “That’s a lovely sound.”

“I would touch you, you know,” I blurt out and he doesn’t speak. “And nothing would stop me.”

That’s when he grabbed me and pinned me down on the bed. Shit, he looks mad. I gulped down my fear, “A-are you mad...?”

“Furious.” He hissed and I knew I was in great trouble. “Do you want me to put you on my knees again?” I whimpered, recalling the time he was smacking my ass. I shake my head, out of fear. Suddenly, his eyes soften but then it went away really quick.

He leaned down and placed butterfly kisses on my neck, going down to my chest. “Oh, Y/N. What am I going to do with you?” I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. Youngjae stared up at me, biting my right nipple gently.

“Let it out, baby. Moan for me.” His voice husky and deep, and it’s turning me on. I moaned loudly when his fingers inserted in me. “Oh, Youngjae!”

He sucked on my breast while pumping his two fingers in me slowly. I whimpered for more. “G-go faster...!”

He chuckles. “Eager, are we?” I nod in reply, my legs shaking under him. I bit my lip again and he growled at me. “Your biting your lip. Don’t do that.” He leaned towards me and took my lips with his, biting it in the process. We both let out a moan and he continues pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Y-Youngjae--!” After a few more thrusts, I came around his fingers. He pulled out and licked his wet fingers. I blushed as he smirked at me. “You taste delicious, baby.” Oh god, stop staring at me with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Youngjae winked at me, and adjusted his length on my entrance. “Are you ready?” I bit my lip unknowingly, making him hiss at me. I shrieked when he suddenly pushed his long and large length in me without warning. “I told you not to do that, baby.”

I arched my back, moaning. “A-ahh...” My breathing went heavy.

He thrusted slowly, staring into my eyes. He is so fucking perfect. “Youngjae... Ah!” I was about to tell him to go faster when he beat me to it. He leaned down, sucking on my neck after finding my sweet spot. Everything felt so good with him. I don’t ever want this to end.

His right hand was massaging my left breast, thumb flicking my nipple as he do so. “You are so beautiful, baby.” He breathes out. I flushed deep red. No, Youngjae. You’re beautiful.

He pulled me closer, going faster with each thrust. “Fuck, Y/N!” 

He growled on my neck while he thrusted even deeper. His grip on my breast hurt but I didn’t mind it. All I can focus is his gorgeous face, the deep thrust he gives me, and the grinding our our bodies together. The bed is shaking and creaking violently under our sweaty bodies so much that I got worried that Mrs. Ahn might hear us. I whimpered underneath him, “D-don’t stop, Jae!”

When I said his nickname, he went even faster. He groaned, closing his eyes tightly and I feel that he’s getting close. I feel myself clenching around him, and him twitching in me. Yes!

He yelled my name and we soon both came.

The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the smell of sex. He pulled out when he releases his thick juices in me, then collapsed on top of me. My hand went through his hair and his whole body tensed, and relaxes as I massage his scalp. My nails gently scratching his head and he hums.

“You called me Jae. A first, Miss L/N.” He whispered on my ear, biting my earlobe. I giggled and I can feel him smiling. “A lovely sound, indeed.”

I can feel Youngjae’s feet shuffling against the carpet of my bedroom, and the bed dipping when he sat down. There was a moment of silence until he spoke up. “Please don’t hate me.” He whispered. 

I hiccuped. “Y-you’ll never do that to me again, Choi Youngjae.” I paused, sniffling. “I’m not what you want...”

I can feel him come closer to me. “N-no, Y/N, you’re everything that I want.”

Before he gets the chance to touch me, I said these regretful words. Words that he might not want to hear. “I’ve fallen in love with you.” I choke out. My pillow was soaking wet because of all my tears. “I’m in love with you, Youngjae.” 

He inhaled sharply. “No. Y/N... No, you can’t.” I bit my lip when another whimper came out from my mouth. “You can’t love me.”

“I told you the first time. I can’t be all hearts and flowers--Y/N, I can’t be what you wanted.” He told me, and my whole body shakes while I cry. “You said you’ll try for me.” He didn’t answer me.

“No. I’m sorry, Y/N. You just can’t love me.”

I knew it. I knew he was going to say those words. I sobbed, louder this time. “Y/N... J-just look at me.” “I want you to leave. Please, Youngjae.”

“Y/N, no. Please.” He pleaded, clearly not wanting to leave me in my state. I shake my head and hiccuped once more. “After all we’ve been through--” “Leave, Youngjae. Leave me.”

He stood up and I hear him slightly whimpering. “Y/N--” “Just... Leave.”

He shuffles to the door, and I know that he’s looking back at me. When I heard the door open and close, that’s when I shakily let out a breath while I continue sobbing. I’m ready to let him go. I’m ready to accept that I’m not the kind of girl he’s looking for in the first place. That Choi Youngjae would never be the one for me. And I, to him.

~

Part 2: http://satansoori.tumblr.com/post/161728185243/fifty-shades-of-cyoungjae