#like yeah let me just press my chest to you and hook my chin over your shoulder

[unhinged-nymph]

Do they know that you don’t need to stand that close to look at your friend’s phone?

[baby-yongbok]

Home By 10

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre: Smut [MDNI] - dom!Bang chan x sub!Reader ✦ WC: 2k ✦ Summary: "I'll have her home by 10, sir" turns into "She isn't coming home tonight" ✦ CW: Unprotected sex, kind of rough sex, finger rimming (very light thumb in the ass action. very light), fingering, ass slaps, name used: Chan is referred to as Chris, baby/babygirl, my girl

✦Masterlist✦

Chris who meets your parents for the first time when you're staying at their place while your apartment gets some repairs done. 

Chris who your dad says has the firmest handshake he's ever felt and easily has him smiling seconds after meeting him. 

Chris who laughs when you nag at your dad to just let the two of you leave. He's still striking up conversation with Chris about his major and his plans for after university. Your boyfriend just smiles and answers, pushing up his glasses a bit while excitedly explaining all of the things that he has planned for after graduation in a few months. 

Chris who your mother keeps saying is so much better than your ex in looks and manners. You scold her for it when she mumbles it to you for a third time, hoping that your boyfriend didn't hear her but one glance at him tells you that he heard her loud and clear. 

Chris who smiles brightly when he shakes your father's hand and declares a soft “I'll have her home by 10, sir”. You almost believed it when he said it. Almost. But he's got your dad fooled. Hook, line, and sinker. 

Chris who opens his car door for you just as he always does. He guards the top of your head to make sure that you don't hit it and closes the door behind you. Just like he always does.

Chris who relaxes into the dark leather of his seat when your father closes the door. He sighs, smiling at you just as brightly as he did earlier. “Baby” He coos, rubbing his hand over your thigh. “Missed you.”

Chris who drives you all the way to his shared apartment for some alone time since his roommate is out tonight. He drops his keys onto his dresser and kicks his room door shut behind the two of you with ease. 

You sit on his bed, watching as he slips off his loose button up shirt, his hat and glasses. That's not the same man that was standing in your living room. “Well don't you look different?” You tease and he smiles, it's bright but his eyes are dark. “Do I?”

Chris who lays back on his bed and pulls you into his lap. “So what was it that your mom was saying?” He asks while playing with the lace at the hem of your mini skirt. “Something about me and your ex, right?” 

He smiles, enjoying the reaction he gets out of you. “You weren't supposed to hear that.” He leans up and kisses away your cute pout while lightly squeezing the plush of your thighs. 

Chris who only lets you deny answering him one more time before he stops asking and starts demanding an answer. “Baby, just tell me exactly what she said.” You huff a sigh, arguing that he knows exactly what she said. 

Chris tsks, tilting your chin up so that you can catch his dark gaze perfectly. “Ah ah ah, I wanna hear it come out of your mouth baby. Tell me what your mother said.” His hand slides up under your skirt, disappearing under the lace.

Chris who coos so sweetly when you finally comply “That's it, babygirl. So she thinks that I'm better than your ex. Better mannered, better looking, Is that right?” You pant in his lap, barely able to answer as his fingers work smoothly inside of you. He had his methods of getting you to talk.

“Words, sweetie, talk to me.” You moan out a broken 'yes', nodding with your eyes closed tight. “Do you agree, baby?” He scissors his fingers inside of you then presses up into that spot, that one fucking spot. “Do you think that I'm better?”

Chris who has you moaning 'yes' over and over again as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot. He's gripping your hip, guiding you to ride his fingers while he kisses deep red marks into your chest. “Yeah? My girl thinks I'm better? What am I better at, huh?” He whispers, nibbling on the shell of your ear. “Kissing you? Touching you? Fucking you? Tell me, baby.”

Chris who flips the two of you over and presses the side of your face into the mattress with a fist full of your hair. He scratches at your scalp with one hand while the other flips your skirt up. He groans at the view of your ass, landing a hard slap on each cheek. “You need me to show you that I'm better, baby? Need me to remind you who's been making you scream on their cock? You want it? Tell me you want it.”

Chris who pulls your panties down your legs and sniffs them before throwing them onto his nightstand. You aren't getting those back, you know that. He lands a harsh slap everytime you whine for him to fill you. He spreads your cheeks, spits down onto your tight asshole and spreads the slick down to your pussy with his thumb, cursing at the sight. 

Chris who teases your pussy with the head of his cock. He runs the leaky tip over your clit and up through your folds just to push against your entrance and repeat the process. You groan and moan his name, begging him with such a sweet tone that he nearly gives in. “Be patient, baby.”

Chris who sinks into you just a bit just to pull right back out with a distressed groan. He watches the way your cunt stretches around him, taking each inch smoother than the last. He teases you over and over again until he gives you everything in one smooth go. “Look at that pussy take my cock, fuck, baby.” 

He moans a sweet strangled sound, Something that you could listen to over and over if your own moans weren't so loud in your ears. He spreads your ass again, pressing his thumb over your tight hole and rimming it with the pad of his finger and pressing in just a bit. “So fucking tight.”

Chris who grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh while he thrusts into you. He watches the bounce of your ass when your skin meets his, he groans at the jiggle of your thighs and the arch of your back. He throws his head back, moaning profanities through gritted teeth. 

“Chris, Chris, baby, harder please please, more.” You're babbling, drooling into the bedding and your boyfriend smiles, it's fucked out and cocky. His tongue dips out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips and drives his cock into you at a harsh pace, one, two, three times before stopping and holding you against him. “You gotta earn that shit, baby. You want me to pound you? Want me to fucking ruin your cunt?” All you can do is moan and nod, exhaling shakily. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back. “Fuck on me, baby. Ride my cock, lemme see you fuck yourself.”

Chris who holds your hair up into a ponytail while you fuck back onto him, you move your hips in smooth circles as you rise and drop your ass against him. He watches the way you move, the way your ass just keeps fucking bouncing. Your cunt clenches around him, your moans echo through his room and he convinces himself that you've earned a proper fucking.

Chris who lets your hair go, timing the drop of your head to the mattress with the snap of his hips so perfectly that it has you screaming into his comforter. He pulls you forward a bit, changing the angle just enough for his cock to bully your sweet spot. You're unraveling beneath him, moaning, drooling, fucked out and fucking pretty.

Chris is no better above you, he's moaning, grunting, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut in a nearly futile attempt to keep his composure. He takes each heavy moan of his name as a queue to give you more and more.

Chris who pulls you up so that your back is to his chest while he's still buried inside you. He smiles that cocky smile when you groan at the position change. His arm hooks around your stomach and his other hand finds purchase around your throat. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am, baby?”

He moves slowly, letting you really feel the way his cock drags along your walls before he resumes his previous pace. He feels like he's in your fucking stomach. It feels like his cock is splitting you open and your clit throbs at the pressure. “Louder, c'mon.” He grunts, squeezing the sides of your throat just enough to give you a head rush. “Don't hold back, baby, louder.”

Chris who can tell by the way your pussy flutters and squeezes him that you're getting close. “Shit, babygirl is gonna cum, yeah? Tell me how much better I am whIle you fall apart on my cock.” You whimper, babbling about how good he's fucks you but nothing you say makes sense. “Can't even fucking talk.” His hand goes from your throat to your chin to turn your head to the side. “Look at me”

Chris keeps his rhythm only faltering for a second when you clench around him. “Whose cock makes you cry like this?” He kisses away a tear as it falls then follows with a soft kiss on your lips. You swallow the spit thick in your mouth and whimper a pathetic ‘yours’. 

“Whose the best fuck you ever had?” He pounds an equally as pathetic ‘you’ from your spit slick lips and he smiles. “Whose cock are you gonna cum on? Hm?” 

Chris who doesn't even let you mumble another pathetic whine before he's bending you in half so that you're face down, ass up for him all over again. His hand stays on the side of your face, keeping you in place while his other hand grabs your hip. You're locked in. His thrusts are brutal, relentless. His black tee is between his teeth as he pounds you. Your screams echo and seep into the neighboring apartment but he doesn't fucking care. 

“C'mon, let me feel you, baby.” He reaches under you, strumming your clit like one of his guitars and you fucking sing like one. You cry out so beautifully that he can't help but harmonize with you. “Chris, Chris, Chris, b-baby m’ cumming.” You scream and he drinks it all up. 

Chris who can barely hold himself together while you tremble beneath him, gushing and creaming on his cock. “Holy shit, you're gonna make me fucking cum. This fucking cunts gonna make me cum.” He's messy, licking drool from the corner of his mouth and taking his turn at becoming a babbling mess. He grunts and thrusts and gets closer and closer to falling apart. 

“Don't you dare waste a fucking drop that I give you, you hear me? Take it all, take all my fucking - shit shit shit, I'm cumming.” He spills into you, eyes rolling back, bottom lip between his teeth and a groan so guttural it makes you moan. “You fucking emptied me, baby, fuck.” 

Chris who pulls out slowly and spreads your cheeks again to see your mixed arousal drip out of your messy cunt. He stuffs it back in with his fingers cooing a teasing warning. “I said don't fucking waste it.” He punctuates his sentence with an ass slap and you jolt at the sting. “I'll just have to keep filling this hole, huh? Gotta fuck you full until you follow the rules.”

He falls into a rhythm of fingering his cum back into you and ‘accidentally’ pulls another orgasm from you. He chuckles, low and seductive as he slips his fingers between his lips to taste the sweet mix. “That's my girl”

Chris who cleans you up. Changes his bedding then cuddles you against his chest. You're still hazy, breathing softly into him while he grabs his phone and unlocks it. “Babygirl” he calls as he holds his phone up and clicks a picture just as you look up. He checks the photo, smiling at how fucked out you look even after he's cleaned you up. 

“I'll send it to you.” He kisses your forehead, locking his phone. "You can show it to your dad when he asks why you didn't come home tonight.”

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CHOCOLATE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: PRAISE KINK + SQUIRTING + MIRROR SEX

"all i know is, it rains when it feels right." ─ kiana ledé, chocolate. (remix)

jj maybank x insecure!gf!reader

(18+) praise kink, squirting, fingering, use of a mirror (technically it's partial mirror sex), dirty talk

jj worships you when you’re feeling down (and makes it rain)

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

jj's chest was hot against your back, the two of you pressed up skin to skin. you melted into him like chocolate, craving him and the way he took the time to worship you.

lucky for you, jj was always in the mood to do so.

when you had confided in jj and told him you were feeling insecure lately, presumbly because of your upcoming period, he wasted no time crafting a plan with the goal to make you feel better.

there was no way in hell he was gonna let his girl walk around thinking she was anything less than perfect, whether her insecurities were caused by hormones or not.

he'd pulled your body-length mirror closer to the edge of your bed, placed you between his legs, spread you wide open and made you watch as he cherished you with his words and with his magic touch.

"who told you you weren't perfect? huh, baby? 'cause the way you're lookin' right now, 'm pretty sure you're an angel 'n this is heaven.”

his fingers slide into your warm, oozing cunt rhythmically, each punt curling upward to play with that spongy part of you that made your thighs tremble for him. every single press to it forced a pitiful moan to tumble past your parted lips.

"hate seein' you like this, baby..." the ringed knuckles of jj's free hand skimmed up and down anywhere they could reach, drawing imaginary lines on your inner thighs and your stomach. the cool metal ran over your pebbling nipples and pulled goosebumps forth from your flesh. "jus' need me to remind you how perfect you are? hm?"

his chin hooked over your shoulder, and he dotted kiss after kiss on your blood-rushed cheek. turning his head, he found your gaze in the mirror and held it there. the pad of his thumb applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it in time with the work of his fingers. he motioned downward with his chin, urging you to look at your filled pussy in the reflection. "see how that pretty pussy takes my fingers? look at'er go, mama."

you mewl pathetically when he starts to fingerfuck you harder, the heel of his palm now colliding with your clit and making your knees buckle. "feels too good, j," you voiced out the best as you could. you could barely suck in a breath as the freight train that was your high crept up on you. "don't deserve it. don't deserve you."

jj tutted you, shaking his head. "yeah you fuckin' do. deserve the world, mama. fuck, you're so good."

your heat started to clamp down on his fingers, quivering and convulsing helplessly.

"you wanna cum?" jj asked, eyes meeting yours in the mirror once more. your smaller hand circles around his wrist, holding on while he used it to please you. "that sound good, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah. please, j. need it."

"then you gotta say what i tell you to, alright?"

you nodded for him. you had no idea what you were agreeing to, but you didn't care. jj was completely taking over all of you, and you just wanted to be good for him. do anything he asked of you because you seeked his approval so direly.

"tell me how pretty you look with your pussy stuffed."

your stomach did cartwheels and your core fluttered at his vulgarity. gulping, you did as he said. "i-i look pretty with my pussy stuffed."

"yeah...yeah you do, baby. tell me you take it so well when daddy fucks you. tell me how perfect your pussy is for me."

"m-my pussy's perfect. take it so well for you, daddy."

"good. now look yourself in the mirror 'n say you're beautiful," was his next command. his gaze was scorching, his praise electrifying and heart-filling. he'd handcrafted you into his own puppet, or he'd had you hypnotized. either way, the words leaked out of you like a faucet.

"i'm beautiful."

"again...say it again, baby."

"i'm— shit— i'm beautiful!"

his rosy lips found solace in the crook of your neck. he pressed open mouthed kisses before letting his teeth lightly nip and scrape at your pulse point. "so beautiful, mama. deserve to cum real good, yeah? go 'head 'n give it to me."

jj's left hand sought out your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple just how you liked. his fingers were relentless, fucking your sopping cunt into oblivion. you were so far gone that you couldn't speak. the pit in your core was burning ferociously, threatening to take you over completely.

"yeaaah. there ya go." you started to cum, your juices shooting out of you in spurts. his fingers withdrew from you, cum-slicked fingerpads rubbing at your clit almost viciously as he tried to get more out of you. he grinned wickedly when his plan worked, and your pussy continued to squirt for him. the glass was covered and your shared image was distorted, but all you could zone in on was your godsent boyfriend and his ever-so-skilled words. and hands.

"i love you so much, mama. don't ever think you aren't enough."

[maybanksprincess]

thank me later - J.M

pairings: pervy bsf! jj x innocent reader

warnings: mdni, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, soft dom! jj, sub! reader, orgasm denial.

JJ was sitting laying in your bed, while you sit at your vanity adjusting your pretty pink bows in your hair, as your face scrunches up in a focused expression.

as you get your bows to the way you like, you grab your strawberry scented lip gloss, applying a layer to your lips and rubbing them together.

you turn you head to jj, speaking softly "jayjay, does my hair look good?" you ask innocently, not having a clue about the thoughts hes having right now. about how he wanted to throw u on the bed and give u orgasm after orgasm "yeah baby, looks real good." he mutters out.

you giggle and stand up, walking over and cuddling real close to his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, adjusting his cargo shorts a little

this doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you speak softly "jayy..what are u doing with ur shorts?" you look up at him with innocent eyes

"nuthin' sweetcheeks, dont worry your pretty little head about it." he presses a kiss to your forehead, looking at the way ur top showed ur cleavage, biting back a groan, he shifts the way he's laying slightly.

you decide to let it go, and not say anything. you continue to cuddle up to him while he traces little patterns on your back.

jj had stolen your panties and bras multiple times while he was over, the following night he would jerk off countless times into them, getting them all sticky and creamy with his seed.

he would never wash them, or return them. they were his

eventually, you start to feel a pooling between your legs. you dont know what it is, you've never had sex or masturbated.

you didnt know what caused it. maybe it was the way jj manspreaded, or the way hes so effortlessly attractive. but you couldnt help but think what it would be like for jj to help the pooling between your legs.

your lost in your thoughts, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, making jjs gaze fall to your thighs. his lips slowly curved into a smirk, knowing what his innocent girl was thinking about.

"whatcha thinkin' about sweetheart?" his country accent lingering in his words

his voice drawls you out of your thoughts. you noticed the way your thighs were clenched, and you unclench them, letting out a nervous laugh. "sorry, was just thinking" you say softly

"yeah? about what sweetie?" his smirk deepens

you pause for a moment, and look at him with those innocent eyes. "what does it mean if u feel wet stuff between ur legs jayjay?"

he knew he had you right where he wanted you. "means you need someone to take care of you sweetheart, you want me to take care of you?"

you bite your bottom lip slightly, "yes.."

he sits up, and gently pushes you onto your back on the bed. he hooks his finger into the waistband of your cute little skirt.

"can i take this off baby?" he asks gently

you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and he knew that. you mumble out a quick "mhm." and watch him start to remove your skirt and panties

he groans at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him "let me know if this feels good baby, aight?"

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth slowly in anticipation.

he dips his head down, and licks a stripe up your folds, you let out a soft moan, and your hands instinctively fall to his hair to grip it

he takes your moan as encouragement to keep going, and he starts swirling his tongue in figure 8's on your clit, pushing a finger in to test the waters.

when you let out another moan and buck your hips up, he pushes another finger in, and begins fingering you while sucking your clit.

you feel your orgasm approaching as the pretty blonde below you keeps sucking ur clit, pushing his perfect fingers in and out of your dripping hole.

he feels your pussy clench around his fingers, and he pulls his head away from ur pussy, chin and stubble drenched in your arousal.

"nuh uh sweet girl, dont cum yet, imma make this pretty pussy squirt" following his words, he sucks your clit harder, adding yet another finger inside your hole.

after holding off your orgasm for so long, you whimper, feeling yourself have to pee. you try and push jjs head away, but he doesnt budge.

"nuh uh, give it t'me pretty girl." he doubles his efforts, his tongue moving at a relentless speed.

the band in your stomach snaps, and you feel a warm liquid shoot out of your hole, leaving his face soaked in ur liquids.

for a moment, you feel like ur seeing stars. your head is thrown back, your hands gripping his hair tighter than ever.

you catch your breath and then you look down at him.

"t-thank you jayjay.."

"thank me later, cupcake."

[annievrse]

fresh out the slammer

sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic c/w: singular mention of sa w/c: 1.1k a/n: all characters mentioned are 22, shoko is your best friend.

"you're not meant to be here."

the man who stands at your doorstep scoffs. your 6 foot 3, pink-haired ex takes up the entirety of the doorway, and you have to force down the urge to jump him.

you tilt your head when he doesn't answer. "ryomen, you need to leave. right now."

a single eyebrows arches. "i know damn well you ain't talkin’ to me like that."

rolling your eyes, you know he won’t do anything you say. so, opening your front door wider, sukuna steps inside, his left hand scratching the back of his neck.

“see, being nice isn’t that hard,” he teases, glancing at you over his shoulder. sighing, you close the door, eyeing him wearily as he lingers in the hallway.

“new key hook?” sukuna smiles, pointing at the wall.

you shake your head in disbelief. “why’re you here?”

sukuna raises his eyebrows, spinning to face you. but you realise your mistake too late.

with the door at your back and nowhere to go, you’re cornered by your ex-boyfriend. yet, he seems to know exactly what he’s doing, with his tongue poking his cheek as he approaches.

“where were you on sunday?”

your breath hitches in your throat when he runs a finger along your collarbone, but you won’t let him get you that easy.

“nowhere,” you insist, staring him down. he always said you were brave for doing that — you were the only one to ever do so.

“funny,” the corner of his mouth turns upward. “i heard something different.”

you give him no reaction. besides, what’s it to him?

“ok, and?”

“ooo,” he laughs deeply, his head tilting. “so it’s true.”

“ryomen—“

“come on baby, you know that’s not my name to you.”

“ryomen,” you press, putting your hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. “you need to leave.”

the faux pout he gives you makes you want to slap him, but you can’t bring yourself to do something so heinous to him.

“fine,” you concede. “yeah, i went on a hinge date, so what?”

“so what?” sukuna mutters bitterly. “it’s not ‘so what’ when he tries to force himself on you, baby.”

your face heats at the mention of it. “sukuna—“

“and you didn’t think to tell me?” he presses his hand on the door behind you, his body dangerously close to yours.

“i was scared,” you whisper, gaze on his chest to avoid his eyes. you notice his body visibly relax, his head hanging closer to yours to hear. “i knew you would do something about it, and i didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“you don’t need to worry about me,” sukuna asserts, his finger under your chin to lift your face towards his. “it’s already been taken care of, and i’m still here.”

your eyes widen slightly, head moving to look at his right hand on the door. spread on the brown wood is his hand, larger as always, the pale skin on his knuckles red and purple and bloody and you’re shocked you didn’t see it before.

reaching up, you grab sukuna’s hand to cradle it in your own. “you’re joking.”

“you’re not a joke to me, sweetheart.”

sighing, you side step him, holding his injured hand in your own. he follows mindlessly behind you, checking out his left hand that is just as bloody as the other.

entering the bathroom, you don’t need to tell him where to sit before you dig the first aid kit out of the cupboard beneath the sink. you hadn’t had to use it in a while.

“kuna,” you murmur, observing his hands. he doesn’t reply. instead, he watches you, like he always does.

faces level, you set everything onto the counter. standing between his thighs makes your body feel numb. and when one of his hands covers your hip, you focus on the other.

sukuna doesn’t flinch when you clean his knuckles with alcohol, and doesn’t object when you smooth frozen band-aids over the particularly bad cuts.

“thanks, baby,” sukuna says, not checking to see if you cleaned them correctly—you always do.

“don’t mention it,” you dismiss flippantly, putting the red soaked cloth in the sink and the aid pack back in the cupboard.

the silence is comfortable but charged with something you don’t want to acknowledge. the muted chatter from the tv in the living room penetrates the bathroom wall, and you come back to your senses.

“does shoko know?”

“she told me.”

you sigh, if she couldn’t get her hands on your hinge date, she’d tell someone who could—and he did.

“he had a bruise where you punched him,” sukuna quips. “but i may have made it worse.”

you twist your lips sheepishly. “yeah, well, i wasn’t letting him get away that easy.”

“that’s my girl.”

the comment makes your stomach flutter pathetically.

“you wanna stay over?” you blurt, face warm.

sukuna knows better than to tease you right now, so he nods, and stands from the closed toilet seat.

you swiftly leave the bathroom, pacing down the hallway to curl up on the couch. sukuna walks in idly, taking in the space he’s spent so much time in. one thing catches his eye, and then he’s poking fun at you.

“nice picture.”

your eyes dart to where he’s looking on the bookshelf, and god forbid, it’s a photo of the two of you at tokyo tower. but, you’re not embarrassed.

“yeah, i look hot.”

sukuna chuckles, sitting next to you and propping his feet up on the coffee table. “you look hot all the time, shut up.”

drawing in a breath, you can’t contain yourself anymore. you circle your arm around his neck, fingers threading through his pink locks. sukuna turns his head toward you, lips inches apart.

“feet off the table.”

“don’t tell me what to do.”

you snicker, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“fresh out the slammer,” you joke. “and you come here.”

“of course,” sukuna looks confused. “where else would i go?”

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your emotions from showing.

“i don’t know,” you glance down at when his fingers play with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “a new girl?”

“please,” sukuna scoffs. “like anyone else would put up with my shit.”

you give him a deadpan look.

sukuna rolls his eyes. “you’re my pretty baby, i’ll always come home to you or whatever,” he says lazily.

you run your thumb over his cheekbone. "kuna.”

he raises his eyebrows in question, but he knows what you’re asking.

“i need something from you," you mumble, tracing his lips with your eyes.

"oh yeah?" he smirks, voice low. "and what's that?"

you shrug, licking your lips. “nothing.”

sukuna rolls his eyes and lifts your hips up and over him, your knees bracketing his thighs. you squeal softly, forgetting just how strong he is.

sukuna shifts his hips underneath you. “you’re so—”

“kiss me.”

you don’t have to tell him twice.

[fxrmuladaydreams]

“i liked your beard”

charles x reader

summary: you’re disappointed to learn that charles shaved his beard

notes: this is completely self indulgent, because i already really miss the beard

warnings: !! ALLUSIONS TO SMUT !! oral (f receiving), subby charles

wc: 426

“Hello mon amour.”

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and smile subconsciously at the warm body pressing against your back. You lean against the kitchen counter, smiling to yourself as he presses a kiss to your neck.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, missing the ticklish feeling you’ve grown accustomed to with his kisses. You turn around, still in his hold, and your smile falls from your face.

Charles, unaware of your shift in mood, leans down to kiss you, but stops when his lips meet the finger you’ve placed in front of you.

“You shaved…” You murmur to yourself.

He laughs. “Yeah, it was getting scratchy.”

You take his chin between your fingers, feeling his soft skin. You move his face around, as if inspecting him.

“I liked your beard…”

“It will grow back.” He shrugs, then leans down to try for another kiss.

You gently push him away, a frown on your face.

“Mon cœur, please.” He sighs. “Let me kiss you.” He whines, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“I liked your beard.” You tell him again.

“I’m sorry I shaved. But you can’t possibly be that mad at me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout. “I’m going to miss it.”

“Miss it? You hated it!” He laughs. “You said it scratched your face!”

“It did…” You take a step towards him. “But I liked when it scratched… other places…”

You watch as the realization catches up to Charles. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“It always left pretty red marks on my thighs… reminding me of you…”

“It will still be good mon amour, I promise.” He says, his grip on your waist tightening. “Do you need me to prove it to you?” His words are teasing, but his tone almost sounds like he’s begging, asking for your permission.

“I think you should, yes.” You nod, smirking as he sinks down to his knees.

His hands find the top of your pants, hooking his thumbs in them so he can pull them down your legs.

“And Charles?” You pull on the hair on top of his head, making him look up at you. His bright eyes already clouding over. “Find some other way to leave your mark.”

He nods quickly, then gets to work. Needless to say, he made sure that you felt just as good as you did when he still had his beard, and left a few purple bruises on your inner thighs for you to find later.

[sceletaflores]

thinking about needy art...just so desperate for you :((( always so horny and riled up :((( he needs you so bad he can't help it :(((

we love you girl!!!!!! pls don't die!!!!!!!!

-🧶

anon i was literally just thinking about this omfg we're so connected it's crazy (this lowkey wandered into a bit of puppy!art territory, @fawnnpaws your influence is too great <333)

and you're SO right!!! in my mind this is so married art coded. that man literally worships the ground you walk on, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his WIFE. the woman with HIS last name. the woman that wears HIS ring on your finger. you're his whole world.

you're cooking dinner when the front door creaks open, the sound of art dropping his keys and bag clear from where you're stood at the stove.

he's always a keyed up, horny monster after practice, so you're not surprised when two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. art clings to you like a second skin, pressing his chest to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder, a sweet "hey baby," muttered into your hair.

you hum, not looking away from the pasta coming to a boil in front of you. "have a good practice?"

art nods, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your familiar scent. "missed you," he says, voice going all light and airy. it makes you smile, stirring the pasta calmly as art starts grinding against your ass in small circles. you wonder if he even knows he's doing it or if he's more gone than you first thought.

"i did so good today, you'd be so proud of me," he rambles, brushing his lips over your neck as he speaks. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"yeah? hope you worked up an appetite, it's almost ready." your tone is overly casual, like you're not soaking your panties at the feel of art's thick cock through the thin fabric of your sweats. but it's all part of the game, ignoring him only works him up more.

"i could eat," he pants against your skin, a pointed roll of his hips pushes you closer to the stove. "god, i couldn't stop thinking about you." he groans, finally done pretending that it's dinner he cares about. he trails wet kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up under your shirt to paw at the lacy cups of your bralette.

the pot's water snaps and pops in warning, threatening the bare expanse of your stomach. you push art's hands down but he's not deterred, dropping them to knead at the meat of your hips.

"let's go to bed," he suggests into the crook of your neck, his breathing starting to get a little faster as he grinds against you with a purpose.

it's tempting, but you're not done cooking yet, and you know this won't take long.

"no," you say dismissively, turning the heat down to let the sauce pan on another burner slow to a simmer.

art whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. his hand slides around, slipping between your legs to rub your cunt through your bottoms. "please?"

you sigh contently at his touch, letting your head drop to his shoulder. you let yourself get lost in him for a few seconds before you push his hand away again and cast your gaze back to the food, "no."

"the couch?" he tries, "it's just right there, in the living room. i can eat you out, i'll make you feel so good."

you bite your lip, stifling a smile at his needy begging. you bob your head side to side lightly, a considering noise passing through your lips before you deny him for the third time, "no."

art swallows, his breath getting shallow. "right here, i could eat you out right here," he rambles, his hips speeding up. you can feel the wetness of his pre-come leaking through his own shorts to seep into yours. "i could fuck you right here, against the counter."

you hum noncommittally, adding more dried oregano. it's quiet, just the sound of art's ragged breathing and the hiss of the boiling water. art takes it upon himself to fill the silence.

"i could," he takes a shuddering breath, "we don't have to fuck, i could just eat you out. i could sit by your feet, you don't have to do anything. i can...i could, i could use your leg."

you almost give in, his sweet voice begging you to let him get his mouth on you too much. you don't have to see his face to know he's gone red and flush, embarrassed but too worked up to stop.

"you want me to abandon dinner because, why? you can't keep your dick down? i'm busy, art."

art’s breath hitches, his hands trembling as they grip your hips. "i’m sorry," he breathes out, though you know he’s anything but. the apology only makes him grind harder, chasing any scrap of attention you might throw his way. “please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “i just— i need it so bad. please, baby.”

you click your tongue in disapproval, shaking your head as you turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a slow, deliberate motion. “you’re such a mess, art. can’t even wait until dinner’s done before you start acting like a desperate slut, can you?”

art shudders behind you, his grip tightening on your waist as his hips jerk involuntarily. “i’m sorry,” he gasps out for the second time. “i just—fuck, i can’t help it. please, let me—”

"no, if you want to come in here and hump my leg like a desperate puppy, than that's how you're going to come."

art’s whimper is pitiful, his hips stuttering against you, driven by nothing but raw desire. he’s practically drooling, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he desperately grinds himself against your thigh.

“please, please,” he chants, the word a broken prayer on his lips, but you don’t miss the way he shudders under your cruel tone, his body trembling with anticipation.

“god, you’re pathetic,” you say through a condescending laugh, “you can’t even control yourself for a second, can you? always so eager to make a mess. i should make you clean it up with your tongue.”

art comes in his boxers with a broken whine. the timer goes off a couple seconds later.

[myblogforeverandalways]

Morning Sex with Simon ੭ৎ

Thank you so much for the reblogs on my last post! Also for my followers!! I'm forever grateful for you guys. love you all :)

Awakening to Ghost was a fantasy that seemed almost too real to be true.

Snuggling next to him under the crinkled white sheets, your body nestled by his firm arm, squeezing you softly. His gentle snores, a rhythmic lullaby as you threaded through his scalp, fingers brushing through his sandy blond hair, each strand feeling like silk against skin while you eyed him with pure devotion, pressing your lips to his forehead.

Nobody knew how Soft Simon could be with you. Only a few saw this tender side hiding behind his firm military exterior. Sighing contentedly, You started to slip your legs out of the bedding. Only to be met with a rough hand reeling you back as you squealed quietly.

"Simon-"

"Mh, no princess, we're not done here…" Ghost's croaky voice was thick with sleep as half his face rested in the plush pillows, half-lidded, looking into yours with desire and affection.

"Come here.." He smirked, his tone drowsy, but he couldn't get enough of you as you stumbled over the duvet to meet his yearning lips before breaking away suddenly.

"You know I have bad morning breath," you muttered, lips still puffy and lush from sleep. Morning breath was the furthest thing from Ghost's mind.

"I've smelt the worst scents you could ever imagine on 141…and you ain't one of them", he mumbled, pinching your chin with rough fingers with hints of affection.

"Oh yeah?" You teased, chuckling lightly as you delved back into the desired kiss, lips parted for your dear Simon Riley.

Fingers glided over scars that could tell a million stories as he lifted your delicate body onto his, letting the duvet envelop both bodies as he held you in an eager embrace over his chest, keeping you nice and snug under his admirable watch.

Ghost thrived in control. He hated feeling intimidated or under strict submission. But with those pleading eyes, those moist lips covered with his sleepy kisses, it was enough to make him feel secure. The world fell still when he was in your comforting presence.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I will miss you when I return to the task force?" Ghost murmured against your lips, his eyes weary, the hardened head of his cock pressing insistently against your backside, pleading for attention.

You only exhaled deeply, nuzzling the crook of his neck, stubble tickling your nose. The sultry aroma you let off intertwined with his musky, rich cologne drove you both off the hook.

"I know, honey, I know…" You purred, your satin nightdress playing a friction over Ghost, causing his breath to hitch.

You'd straddle him with languid grace, leaving heartfelt kisses down his neck. His hands would skim down your nightdress, palming your ass as he guided your undulating movements. Your molten kisses ignite trails of fire along his skin.

Your body was ethereal, leaving Ghost in awe like he was some desperate virgin. It amused you slightly, his heavy breaths giving shivers down your spine.

"Can you fill me up at least before you go?" You pleaded, the dimly lit room shadowing your figure.

All this only to make Ghost ache more as he teased a hand under your dress, fingers applying pressure up against that glistening cunt that would weep for his attention.

"Is that really a question, doll?" You can't help but moan softly, his thick fingers digging deeper.

Your voice was melodic to the man. He was already imagining how it would feel not to be able to fuck you in the comfort of their apartment. To not be inside your gummy walls that could clasp onto his fingers, pleading for him not to let go.

Ghost entangled his fingers in your hair as he fisted his cock with one hand. Instinctively, your body would arch in submission to Ghost's hardened dick, begging to be fed into your creamy cunt, opened wide just for him. Your shaky hands are gripping his t-shirt, holding onto your remaining self-control for him.

Ghost wanted to pound into you, milking every drop he had left in himself in the midst of not being able to gaze into those longing eyes for the next few weeks. You'd whimper. The unexpected stretch of him going inside you makes your eyes tear.

"I'm sorry.." Ghost apologizes, his voice hoarse, kissing your tears away as his thrusts grow forceful.

He grew less apologetic; however, that soft side of him was short-lived with sex. Bouncing you up and down his cock, balls deep, the air growing thick with your laboured breaths and cries of his name. Each pound sends shivering shocks to your pink cervix as your pussy pulsates, squeezing his hardened dick even more, precum lacing down your doughy thighs.

Ghost's thumb would greedily press on your clit, making you squirm in his potent grip. Murmuring sweet, dirty words into your ear, leaving you gagged of any reply. The dawning light would highlight your curves through the opened slit in the curtain. The quiet ruffles of the covers mixed with Ghosts grinding, making your thighs tense in ecstasy.

Pretty cum oozing out your swollen cunt as Ghost cast his fat load into you, left with a rough groan. His sloppy pumps into you make you whimper, his shirt becoming a lifeline. Exhaustion set you limp in his arms, soft pants tingling on Ghost's neck, making him smirk. Relishing the mark he left on you, a lingering reminder of his return.

"What's wrong, y/n? Did I make you go stupid?"

[minminyoonjii]

Hii, i would like to request a stray kids aftercare types or smth like that 🥲🥲 (srry im really bland i struggle with words 😭😭)

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

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🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

Fem! Reader|Cry Baby! Couple|Smut Fluff|Body Worship|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Condesending Tone|Dom Drop|Marking and Hickeys|Degrading Praise Kink|Act Of Service|Confessions|L-Bomb|Foodie Moments|Pussy Worship

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Bang Chan

"You feeling alright, pretty?" he asked, holding you tight. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, "Ahm. More than alright," you said, kissing his cheek. Chan chuckled, easing your legs off his shoulder, "I know, baby. I know you're sore," he cooed, rubbing your calves when you hissed. "Don't talk to me like that, Chris," you whined, mind barely off the clouds. Chan smiled, "Okay, okay," he said, massaging your legs. You groaned into the pillow, melting at the firm pressure. Chan hummed, "How about a warm bath, yeah? I'll let you drop in a bath bomb," he said, wiping down your inner thighs. You lifted your head, "Thought you didn't like the glitter ones," you said, looking at him. He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'd do anything to make you feel loved little one," he reassured, kissing your forehead.

Lee Minho

Minho gulped, catching his breath, "Good kitten. Fuck, you did so good for me," he mumbled, nosing your hair. You shuddered, rubbing his back, "Did good?" you whispered, avoiding eye contact. He held your jaw, "Yes kitty. You did amazing," Minho praised, stroking your cheek in his palm. You sighed, nuzzling into it. Minho chuckled, "That's my good kitty. So precious and perfect," he whispered, holding you close to his chest. "You've never been this vocal before," you said, kissing his collarbones. Minho smirked, "Well, I can't go and cut fruits all of a sudden can I?" he teased, knowing he already did. You held his face, licking his lips, "I already saw the bunnies (bunny apples)," you said, kissing him deeply. Minho chuckled into the kiss, easing his tongue against yours.

Seo Changbin

"Deep breaths, bun. Take deep breaths," Changbin coaxed, easing out his girthy cock from your cunt. You shuddered from the sensation, "Bin," you whined, stretching out your arms. Changbin cooed, pulling you onto his lap, "Binnie's got you, hm? My baby bunny," he chuckled, pampering kisses on your face. You squirmed at the kisses, "No," you whined with a smile etched on your lips. Changbin smirked, pressing his kiss against yours, "No? Bunny is denying Binnie?" he gasped, pecking your lips a few more times. You giggled, laying your head comfortably on his chest. Changbin hummed, rocking your aching body, "What do you feel like eating, bun?" he asked, feeling his tummy grumble. You smiled, scrolling through his phone, "Can we order this?" you asked, showing him the dish. Changbin chuckled, "Go ahead," he said, hooking his chin over your head.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin kissed down your arm, "Shh. Relax, love," he hummed, nosing your skin. You shivered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, "Hyune," you moaned. Hyunjin chuckled, shifting to kiss down your sternum, "Melt into it, lovely. I have you, hm?" he smirked, kissing your chest. You whined, bucking your hips as he blew on your sensitive nipples. "My lovely muse," he sighed, kissing your tummy, paying attention to the pouch where your womb would be. "Hyunjin," you gasped, brushing his hair. Hyunjin nuzzled inner thighs, "Can't believe you took me so well, love. Your pretty pussy was just meant for my cock," he praised, wiping your swollen cunt with careful and precise hands. You sank into the warmth, letting him take care of you fully.

Han Jisung

"Aww, my precious crybaby. Did it feel too good again, sweetheart?" Jisung asked, wiping the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You hiccuped, burying your face into his palms. Jisung chuckled, tucking your body against his, "I know, sweetie. My cock made you feel all vulnerable, hm?" he asked, hearing your soft babbles in return. "Yes, yes. My cock pleased you very well, I know," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You jutted your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and your nose was red from sniffling. Jisung cooed, tucking your hair behind your ears, "Gorgeous. So stunning," he whispered, leaning forward to sync your lips. You melted into the kiss, hands brushing his waist. Jisung pulled away, "Time to bathe, sweetheart. Maybe afterwards we could binge a show or two," he chuckled, lifting you.

Lee Felix

Felix sniffled, emotions running high after an intense session. You held his face, "Lix, are you alright?" you asked, brushing away the tears threatening to drop. Felix shook his head, "You know I didn't mean those words right? You know it was just a scene, right sunbeam?" he asked, lips wobbling with each word. You pulled him close, "Of course, I know that sunshine. You treat me with the utmost respect daily," you reassured, rubbing his back. Tears soaked your bare skin, "I got scared. Scared of unintentionally hurting you, sunbeam. I would never forgive myself for that," Felix whimpered, holding you firm against him. Tears pooled in your eyes, "Don't cry, sunshine. You know if you cry, I'll cry," you sniffled, rocking each other's sensitive bodies until you both relaxed.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin tossed his head back, chest rising and falling, "Fuck," he sighed, groping your plump ass. You whined, "Min," you said, shifting forward. Seungmin hissed as the chill air grazed his slicked cock, "Come on, pup. Let's wash up," he chuckled, lifting you. "We look like a mess," you grumbled, looking at the blooming bruises and hickeys coating your skin. Seungmin winced, turning around only to see nail marks down his back, "We did quite a number, didn't we?" he smirked, turning on the shower. You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to switch positions midway," you teased, melting under the water. Seungmin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "If I remember correctly, who was the one that kept begging to feel me deeper, hm?" he whispered, nipping your earlobe. You leaned back into him, "Hah, hah. Fine," you whined, lathering his body with soap.

Yang Jeongin

"Angel. My angel. All mine," Jeongin rambled, nuzzling your chest. You gulped, catching your breath, "Yours, all yours," you slurred, patting his head. Jeongin chuckled, rubbing your sides, "Was I too rough at any point?" he asked, tracing circles on your tummy. You shook your head, "Nope. Loved it all," you said, rubbing his ears. Jeongin sighed, pulling you by the waist, "Sit up, angel," he said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped it down, not realising you were that thirsty. He smiled, "Give me a minute," Jeongin said, bringing in cup noodles. "By the time we're done washing up the noodles would be ready," he said, pouring hot water into them. You giggled, taking his hand after he finished preparing, "I love you," you said, kissing his cheek. Jeongin twirled your waist, hips pressed against each other, "I love you more," he said, kissing your lips.

[dreaming-medium]

Stray Kids Kinktober Day 7

Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist

Virginity - Jeongin

Word Count: 9.5k

Summary: Long distance friendships work most of the time. But what about when that friendship was supposed to be more? What about when the distance spans over several time zones instead of cities.

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He’ll always be the one that got away, that’s what you tell yourself. 

But it’s not like he’s gone completely, no, Yang Jeongin is still in your life every single day. He’s just not physically present now. 

The two of you went from spending every single waking moment together to then only seeing him when he’s able to come home during breaks in his idol schedule. 

Which is basically never. 

When he left Busan, he took your entire heart with you.

The night before he left for Seoul, you told yourself over and over again that you were going to confess to him. That you weren’t going to let him leave for stardom without knowing how you felt. 

And if he didn’t feel the same, then the distance would help. 

And if he did… then who knows what would happen. 

But, when the moment came. And Jeongin was hugging you goodbye in his childhood bedroom, you froze. 

“Jeongin, I need to tell you something,” you murmur into his chest during a tight hug. 

His hand runs down the back of your hair, his nose digging into the top of your head to smell your coconut shampoo. 

“What is it?”

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might explode. With the way your ear was pressed against his chest, you’re able to hear his heart thudding against his ribs as well. 

He’s probably just nervous about leaving, that’s all. 

Every thought flies from your head. Not a single word of your practiced speeches in the mirror come to mind. 

He’s leaving. He’s leaving. He’s leaving. 

“Y/N?” Jeongin tries to catch your attention by squeezing you tighter. 

“Just…” you trail off, blinking the tears away from your eyes. Your throat constricts and gets tighter and tighter. “Just don’t forget about me when you’re famous, okay?”

Jeongin rocks you both from side to side, a thoughtful hum coming from his throat. 

“I don’t think I could forget about you even if I tried, Y/N,” he whispers into your hair. “I’ll text you every chance I get, FaceTime and calls too. You know I will.”

The desperation in his voice causes the tears to finally fall down your cheeks. The other half of your soul was leaving. 

Who was going to walk to school with you? Split another menu item with you so that you both could have two different things? Watch scary movies with you and launch popcorn everywhere?

“I know, Jeongin.” A hiccup shakes your chest. “You’re going to be famous before you know it. And you’ll have other famous people lining up to be your best friend.”

“Yeah, well, that spot is already taken.”

Jeongin pulls away from you slowly to look down at your tear-ridden face. 

“No amount of distance will change that, okay? I’m serious.”

You bite your lip and look down at the floor with a pathetic nod. 

Two fingers hook under your chin to bring your eyes back up to his. They’re glossy and brimming with his own unshed tears. 

“Cross my heart,” he hushes and draws an ‘X’ over his chest with his free hand. 

“Cross my heart,” you sob and mirror the action. 

“Now, stop crying. You know you’re an ugly crier.”

“When are you leaving, again?”

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It’s embarrassing to say, but you did have little faith in Jeongin to keep the promise. 

But you’ll be damned. Because he did so to the best of his abilities. 

No, you two were not attached at the hip anymore, sipping soda through the same straw. But you remained as close as ever. 

Conversation never dulled over texts. 

Sure, there would be periods of time where you would only hear from him once or twice a day. But that’s normal, especially with longer distance friends. 

Also, with a schedule like his, it’s a miracle that you get to hear from him at all. 

The first year was the hardest. When your birthday passed and he wasn’t physically in the room with you at midnight for the first time, it felt like a dagger to the heart. 

Yes, he was on FaceTime with you, but it wasn’t the same; and you both knew it. 

Life continued. It didn’t stop in his bedroom like you thought it would. 

The ache faded. You adapted. He adapted. But your friendship remained constant. 

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“America?” Jeongin asks bewildered on the phone. 

“It’s a full ride, Jeongin! I’d be stupid not to accept it.” 

You’re laying on your bed, painting your nails with the phone in between your shoulder and your ear. 

“I mean, yeah, but like… didn’t you also apply to the University of Seoul?”

“I did, but they’re not offering me a full ride. You know my family’s financial situation, I have to go where the money is.”

“But… but what about plane tickets and such? Wouldn’t the cost just balance out?” he stutters. His tone sounds strained and choked. 

You almost wish you were on FaceTime right now so you could see his expression. He was never good at hiding secrets from you, you can read him like a book. 

“Not really… I’d probably just… live there for four years and come back when I’m done,” you mumble and then blow on your wet nails. “Jeongin, I really wasn’t expecting this type of reaction…”

The sadness of your voice can’t be helped. 

Jeongin had no idea you applied for the photography program at the California Institute of Arts. It was on a whim that you sent your application in. 

He makes a choked noise on the other end of the phone. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m happy for you, I really am! I’m over the moon excited! California! That’s-“ he clears his throat. “That’s incredible.”

He’s crying. Yang Jeongin is crying right now. 

You sit in silence for a moment and stare blankly at the wall in front of you. With each word that comes through the phone you can feel your heart breaking. 

“I can’t believe it!” He continues with his fake happiness. “California! Woo… just- just like in those movies we used to watch to-together!”

Clenching your jaw to stop your own tears, you pull the phone away from your face and tap the FaceTime button. 

The line rings a few times before you hear Jeongin gasp and stutter even more. 

“I have to go, Y/N. Chan is calling me to do something!”

“I didn’t hear—“

“Bye, Y/N!”

The line beeps three times to signal he hung up. Your phone displays the failed FaceTime call. 

Numbness floats through your chest for a moment before something harshly tugs on your soul. 

He was expecting you to come to Seoul. To come closer to him, wasn’t he? 

You drop your phone onto your bed and continue to sit there, staring into space. 

Yes, you wanted to go to Seoul with him, you desperately wanted to do that. 

But, you need to think in the long run here! Four years longer away from him in exchange for a lifetime free of debt. 

It’s only four years, max.

Tears prickle your eyes and you grit your teeth to try and stop them. 

Shit, Jeongin. Come on. 

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You went to America. You made the hard choice, but the right one. And you know it, too. 

Jeongin knew it too. Hidden underneath all of the grief of you moving even further from him, he was endlessly proud and happy for you. 

But now, instead of a two hour train ride, you were an eleven hour plane ride away. Your day was sixteen hours behind his. 

Now, if he texted you and asked what you had for dinner, you would tell him about last nights’ meal or what you were thinking for later. 

There were only about two hours a day where you were able to talk at the same time and it was killing him slowly. 

When your classes for the day were ending, he was waking up for the next day. When you were getting ready for bed, he was finishing lunch. 

If he wanted to FaceTime you at the end of his day, it was the middle of your work day. 

You were losing each other. 

He was able to do two different cities in the same country, but two continents was its own animal. 

Jeongin would lay awake in bed at night, knowing you’re up and moving around. It would haunt him while he tossed and turned. 

Because in his mind, you’re also the one that got away. You were the only reason he almost didn’t audition to become a trainee. 

But, your entire life, you talked about attending the University of Seoul for college. So, he bargained with himself and became a trainee because eventually the two of you would be together. Right?

No.

Now, you’re in America. You’ve been in America for two entire years. 

Making new friends, meeting new people, experiencing everything without him. 

The knife twisted in his gut when he started noticing the same name floating around your conversations when you spoke about friends. 

Ryan. 

It was always ‘Ryan said this’, ‘Ryan did that’, ‘Ryan showed me this’. Jeongin wanted to scream and pull his hair out. 

It was only a matter of time until he got the phone call he was dreading. 

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Jeongin had just sat down in the living room of the shared dorm when his phone rang. His seven other members were flitting in and out of the room. 

They all knew you very well. Jeongin talks about you so much they would swear you were everyone’s childhood best friend. 

The few times you were able to visit him in person before leaving for America, everyone always got along famously.

He answered your FaceTime call immediately. 

“Hey!” you say as soon as you see his face. “Are you busy right now?”

“No, not at all. We don’t have anything until later today. What time is it?” Jeongin looks at the clock. “It’s almost 9 PM by you, what are you getting ready for?”

You placed your phone down on your desk. “Well, ah— that’s actually why I’m calling you, I need your advice.”

Felix and Seungmin both walked into the living room, talking quietly and sat down on the couch opposite him. 

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Jeongin asks. 

Both the other boys perk at his tone and look over. 

“I’m um… going on a date tonight. Ryan had asked me out with him tonight. So I wanted your advice on what to wear, since you’re a fashion God.”

The floor beneath him crumbled. His heart fell through the sofa and into the Earth. Even his fingertips go numb. 

A date? You were going on a date? With Ryan? You were going on a date with Ryan. 

You were going on a date. With Ryan. 

“Jeongin?” You ask again when he doesn’t answer for a few moments. His eyes are completely unfocused and spaced out. 

He snaps out of it and clears his throat. “What um— What did you have in mind? It’s getting chilly out, right? Maybe wear a sweater? What about that cable knit one I got you?”

“Jeongin it’s LA! It’s always 70 degrees here.”

“But the restaurant might be cold.”

“I’ll bring a jacket then.” You laugh at him, unaware at the absolute anguish he was feeling. “I was thinking something like… you know that black skirt? That with this new tube top I got aaaand my knee high boots.”

“No.” He answers quickly, your face falls. “Why don’t you do the top with jeans?”

“It’s a nice place.”

“M-Maybe a dress then.”

“Jeongin.” 

Seungmin And Felix were watching everything unfold in front of their eyes. It was like a car crash, they couldn’t look away. 

Jeongin kept going, “I really liked that long sleeved red one you wore for Christmas last year.”

“Jeongin..”

“And if that doesn’t work I just think the sweater is the best option here.”

You stay silent, letting Jeongin finish his ramblings. 

There’s a solid fifteen seconds of silence between the two of you before you spoke up on the other line. “Are any of the other boys in the room with you?”

Jeongin immediately looks over at Felix and Seungmin. “Yeah, Min and Lix are here.”

You nod a few times, refusing to look at the camera. 

“I gotta go, Jeongin. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Y/N.”

“Bye. I’ll text you when I get home safe.”

“Y/N, wait!”

Three beeps signal the end of the phone call. 

He sits there for a long moment, just holding his phone in his hand before he drops it onto the coffee table. 

His heart is shattering into a million pieces. 

Jeongin buries his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. 

Both of the other boys sit there, unsure of what to do next. They glance at each other and then back to Jeongin, who hasn’t moved. 

“Jeongin…” Felix calls out gently. 

The boy lifts his face up from his hands and looks over at his friends. “What am I supposed to do? A date. She’s going on a date. And I’m on the other side of the world.”

His throat bobs with a gulp and he pulls at his pants anxiously. 

“Jeongin.” Seungmin tries to grab his attention. “I think she was just looking for support.”

He’s right. He’s completely right, but Jeongin is so blinded with jealousy he can’t think straight. 

“I’ve loved her since we were thirteen and she’s going on a date with someone else.”

“You don’t even know if it will last.” Seungmin tries to comfort him. 

“They’re already super close, she talks about him all the time, it’s always ‘Ryan, Ryan, Ryan’. He’s her new best friend, not me. She was supposed to come here, to Seoul, not go to America. And we were going to.. we were going to–” He chokes up and can’t get it out. 

Jeongin abruptly stands up from the couch and snatches his phone off the table. 

“I’m going for a walk.”

And with that, he was gone. 

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He won’t answer any of your texts or calls. 

It’s been two weeks since your date with Ryan and you still haven’t heard from Jeongin. 

It feels like a giant punch in the gut. 

All you want to do is talk to him but he’s nowhere to be seen. He hasn’t even sent you a text to say he’s busy or when he can finally talk again. 

Just radio silence. 

You thought about texting one of the other members to try and get through to him, but it feels so high school that you decide not to. 

All you want to do is talk to your best friend. 

But he doesn’t want to talk to you, it seems. 

It has to be because of the date. There’s no other explanation behind it. Everything was fine until you told him you were going on a date. 

You’ve been here for two years now! Did he expect you to stay single forever?

Just because he has a dating ban, doesn’t mean you do too. 

The more you think about it, the angrier you get. The smoldering ashes of your rage don’t dim. Not one bit, they just simmer and flicker on. 

It all bubbles and reaches a boiling point one Friday where you’ve had entirely too much to drink. 

Your friends dragged you out to a frat party where you drank yourself stupid. Nothing eventful happened at the party, but when you stumbled into your apartment and you were left alone with your phone, it all hit a head. 

[March 3 11:48 PM] 

Y/N: I’m home safe.

[March 4 4:22 PM]

Y/N: How’d your day go?

[March 5 7:31 AM]

Y/N: Jeongin please talk to me. I have so much to tell you

[2:01 PM]

Y/N: I saw a cute lil baby Fox on my way to class this morning, made me think of you :) 

[March 13 6:12 PM]

Y/N: You’re just going to keep ignoring me, huh?

[March 19 3:58 AM]

Y/N: YanG Jeongin. 

Y/N: you can’t fucking  ignore me forever 

Y/N: or maybe you can. 

Y/N: is that what you want???? Me to be gone????? All these fucking years of friendship down the drain????

Y/N: well fuck you too, I guess 

[4:02 AM]

Y/N: I got hired for your stupid fucjing group’s world tour. For when you come to America

Y/N: I fucking begged my professor to give me the gig for a project. It’s an internship. Was gunna see you next week and everythinfg 

Y/N: surprise, asshoke

Y/N: and now you won’t fucking talk to me. Do you realize how petty you’re being? How childish? Over what? A guy?????? I cant fucking back out now, my professor would kill me. 

[4:09 AM] 

Y/N: the whole tour I was gunna spend with you

Y/N: fuck you, Yang Jeongin. 

Y/N: and your stupid fucking childishness. 

Y/N: why cant you just be fucking happy for me for once. 

Y/N: it took me so long to get over you. Why do you keep doing this to me? 

[4:14 AM]

Y/N: Was I supposed to wait forever?

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Jeongin stepped out of the shower and looked at his phone. 

Fifteen unread messages from you. It’s 4 AM in America, why are you awake right now?

He was so embarrassed over the way he acted two weeks ago that he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. 

But my god, he only made it worse. 

Jeongin goes through every single emotion while reading your texts. You were going to be one of their photographers for the Manic tour? 

You were going to travel with them?

His thumbs quickly tap his phone and as he’s about to click the phone call button, he freezes in his tracks. 

‘It took me so long to get over you. Why do you keep doing this to me?’

‘Was I supposed to wait forever?’

His entire face drops, the excited palpitations of his heart turn sour and what feels like a knife is stabbed through his chest. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

He stares down at his phone for what feels like an hour before he hurries out of the bathroom and right into Chan’s room. 

Chan looks over at his member with a startled expression. 

“Jeongin? Everything alright?”

“No, no everything is not alright.” He thrusts his phone into Chan’s hand. “What do I do? What should I say?”

Chan looks down at the phone with wide eyes, he quickly scans over the text. His face seems to go through all the stages of grief that Jeongin’s did, just a bit more watered down. 

“You have to call and apologize, Jeongin. She’s definitely a bit drunk right now, but you need to call her.”

Jeongin gulps and his hands clench and unclench several times before he takes his phone back from Chan. 

“Can I sit in here while I do it?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He sits down on the edge of Chan’s bed, staring down at his phone like a deer in headlights. 

Chan just stares at him, not knowing what to do. 

“What do I even say, Chan?”

“How about you start with ‘I’m sorry I was a dick and ignored you’?”

Jeongin groaned and curled in a bit, his jaw clenching with anxiety. 

His thumbs move around the screen, but they don’t tap the call icon. 

Chan watches. “It’s in the top right.”

“I know!”

“Well you weren’t doing anything.”

“Agh!”

Before he could second guess himself, he tapped the call icon and held the phone up to his ear. 

It rings … and rings… And rings…

It doesn’t even go to voicemail. Jeongin’s heart drops through Chan’s bed. 

He brings his phone away from his ear and checks that it’s your number he dialed. 

It is. 

He hangs up and immediately tries again. 

It rings … and rings… And rings…

Chan’s eyes follow him closely. His face falls when he figures out what’s going on. 

“Jeongin…” he whispers and wheels his chair closer to him on the edge of the bed. 

Jeongin doesn’t listen. He hangs up and tries again with shaking fingers. 

“I’m sure it’s just a bad connection, right?”

It rings … and rings... And rings…

He hangs up again with a cry. 

When he looks down at your conversation he sees another notification. 

[8:15 PM]

[Y/N has stopped sharing their location with you.] 

You blocked him. You really blocked him. 

“She’s drunk, Jeongin. Give it until the morning, yeah?”

Jeongin stares at his phone for a long moment. “Yeah.”

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The next morning was filled with embarrassment and shame on your side. 

When you rolled over with a groggy mind and upset stomach, the first thing you did was check your phone. 

You were still in your dress from last night, your makeup was now smeared all over your face and onto your pillowcase.

A few texts from friends, a couple from Ryan, Instagram notifications, Snapchat, nothing from Jeongin. 

Your face pulled into an ugly sneer for a moment before it quickly morphed into horror when you tapped on your conversation. 

“Oh my god.”

You sat up quickly in bed, and almost immediately regretted it with how your stomach lurched and head spun. 

Rereading all the texts, you wanted to slam your hungover ridden head over and over again into the wall. 

You stopped sharing your location with him? Why would you…?

Oh, shit. You blocked him, didn't you?

Your hand runs through your matted hair nervously and you stare down at your phone. 

“You dramatic bitch!” You curse yourself and gnaw at your lip. 

What do you do? What do you do?

Obviously, you tap around to his contact and unblock his number. 

The texts immediately flood in. 

[March 19 4:25 AM]

Jeongin: Y/N, im so sorry

Jeongin: please answer 

Jeongin: Y/N please unblock me

[4:31 AM]

Jeongin: I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to go about apologizing 

Jeongin: you’re halfway across the world right now, Y/N, please. 

Jeongin: why can’t you just be a two hour train ride to Busan anymore. 

[4:38 AM]

Jeongin: I miss my best friend, please

Jeongin: I’m so endlessly proud of you. I brag about you every single day.

Jeongin: that picture you took of the Seoul skyline is still my background. The one with our hands. 

Jeongin: I like that it makes me think of you each time i open my phone

[4:44 AM]

Jeongin: i knew you couldn’t wait forever, that’s why it hurts so bad, Y/N

Jeongin: why did I choose this path? It hurts so bad, Y/N

Jeongin: i care about you so deeply

Jeongin: you’re the only one for me

Jeongin: when you left for LA, you took every part of me with you. 

[4:57 AM]

Jeongin: im so proud of you, Y/N. I guess I’ll just see you starting next week for the tour. 

Jeongin: i’ll wait for you

Jeongin: cross my heart

“Fuck,” you whisper, your voice cracking. Tears welling up in your eyes. 

Is he serious? 

What are you supposed to do right now?

A text from Ryan comes in as you’re staring at your phone. 

[12:41 PM]

Ryan: did you still want to come over tonight?

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A week passed. 

Another entire week without talking to Jeongin. 

It was like color was slowly draining from your world. 

You know you should reach out to him, but shame and embarrassment kept blocking your path to your best friend again. 

But now, you had no choice. 

You stood in front of a large office building, your bag slung over your shoulder, heart in your throat. 

Once you stepped inside this building, it would be the first time in over two years that you and Jeongin were inside the same walls. 

If you had pictured this moment just a month ago, you would’ve been kicking open these doors and sprinting through the halls until you finally laid eyes on him again. 

But now, you find that it feels like your feet have melted into the concrete sidewalk. 

Looking down at your watch, you see that you still have another thirty minutes before you have to be in the meeting. And your mouth is painfully dry. 

A bell dings to your right and you see a coffee shop. 

Perfect. 

You quickly turn and walk into the shop, the same bell dinging to announce your arrival. 

The barista welcomes you in, takes your order, and tells you your total. 

As you’re fumbling for your wallet, an arm reaches out from behind you and swipes their card to pay for your coffee. 

“Oh, thank you! You didn’t have to—“ you turn and your breath catches. 

None other than Bang Chan stood behind you with that charmingly bright smile. 

“Hi Y/N,” he beams. 

“Chan!” you squeal and wrap your arms around him. You completely forgot everything for a moment, especially when he envelopes you in his strong arms. “What a nice surprise!”

“Hi, Y/N,” he says into your hair.

A throat clears behind you so you jump apart to apologize to the barista. She just laughs and takes Chan’s order. 

The two of you stand off to the side to wait for your drinks. 

“How was the flight in?” you ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

“I’ll be honest, I slept through the whole thing, so I’m not sure.”

“It’s probably the only sleep you’ve gotten this week, hm?” 

Chan laughs and rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it. 

The barista calls out a name.

Chan shifts from foot to foot. “I know what happened.”

You tense up and look down at your feet. 

“How much does he hate me?” 

If you’re being honest, you really don’t want to hear the answer. 

Chan scoffs, “Hate you? He doesn’t hate you. He’s just hurt, Y/N. The same way you are. You both hurt one another.”

Looking off to the side, you cross your arms. “Yeah, well. He started it.”

“Don’t be childish.” He nudges you playfully with his elbow. “Distance is hard for close relationships. It was a miracle that you two went this long without a fight.”

You nod your head and bite your lip. 

“I miss him so much.” 

“He’s just across the street, you know.” 

You laugh which causes Chan to laugh.

The barista calls out your name and then says Chan’s right after. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he loops his arm through yours and you both walk out of the coffee shop and into the office building. 

You sip your coffee nervously, the taste is barely hitting your tastebuds with how preoccupied your mind is. 

The elevator ride up to the appropriate floor is simultaneously the longest and shortest ride of your life. 

What’s the worst that can happen, Y/N? He punches you in the face? Pushes you down the stairs? Maybe grab your coffee out of your hand and dump it over your head?

As if he ever would. 

The doors open and you both step out of the elevator. 

Loud voices carry down the hall and you giggle. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve heard you guys in person and not over a phone.”

“It’s louder in person.” Chan sighs and leads you down the hall. 

Each step is a death march of sorts. 

The conference room door swings open before Chan could grab the handle. 

Your heart rate spiked and then flatlined. 

Jeongin stood there with wide eyes and parted lips. He stared at you with every single emotion known to man. 

“Hi Jeongin,” you whisper, holding your coffee tighter. 

He says nothing. 

Jeongin steps out of the doorway and wraps you up tightly in his arms. One hand on the back of your head, the other on your waist. 

A surprised noise leaves your lips and your eyes widen. 

The coffee cup is taken from your hand by Chan who slinks into the conference room, the door closing softly behind him. 

Without a second thought, you return the hug. 

When your arms wrap around him too, a sigh of relief leaves Jeongin’s mouth and his shoulders slump inwards even more. 

He didn’t expect you to hold him. He didn’t expect you to even want to see him. 

Your arms tighten around his body and it feels like ice thawing from his heart. 

Jeongin’s throat tightens and he buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. 

He hasn’t held you in so long. He’s missed your touch so badly. 

Jeongin, who hates skinship, couldn’t wait to have you touch him. 

Your hand begins to rub circles on his back and he melts into you like a puddle. 

“I’m so sorry, Jeongin,” you whisper. 

The dams of his heart begin to crack and break. Every pent up emotion he’s felt for the previous three weeks bubbles to the surface. He stifles a sob and holds you tighter. 

“No, please, I’m sorry, Y/N.” His chest sputters with a cry. 

You pull back from him and look up at him with red, glassy eyes. “We’re both idiots, aren’t we?” you push out a laugh in between tiny cries.

You’re trying with all your might not to let the tears fall down your cheeks.

Jeongin isn’t doing much better. His eyes are red and you can see the tears brimming in them.

Three weeks, you haven’t talked. It was the longest span of time the two of you went without speaking ever. 

You reach up and cup both of his cheeks. Jeongin’s eyes close and he leans into your touch.

“I missed you so much, Jeongin.”

He winces at your words and his lips pull into an even deeper frown,

Jeongin brings his hand up to cup yours against his face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” he repeats.

You step closer to him and press your lips to his cheek. Jeongin gasps under his breath and stiffens underneath you. The skin underneath your lips heats up.

“I forgive you, Jeongin.” You smile and back away from him. He watches you closely with wide eyes. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me, you know?”

He smiles sheepishly and nods. “I forgive you too, you know.”

The elevator pings behind you and your new boss walks out with another important looking man. 

He smiles kindly at you. “Let us get this meeting started, no?”

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The first concert went off without a hitch. 

Because of your position, you’re traveling with the entire crew and the members. Sleeping in the same hotels, going to the same restaurants, using the same transportation.

Sometimes you feel like a ninth member.

The boys all stood on stage with their hands interlocked to take their first final bow of the tour. You smile behind the camera and make sure to get all of them in the shot.

Jeongin spots you from the stage and smiles directly at you in the media pit. Your smile pulls even brighter and you focus the camera on him for some solo shots.

He winks once before turning to wave goodbye to some Stays in the floor seats.

Your heart flutters, it’s the happiest you’ve been in weeks. Hell, maybe even months.

All of the members exit the stage soon after and you walk with your security escort backstage.

You’re able to hear them before you see them. They’re as loud as ever, yapping about how well everything went, how happy they were to see so many Stays, how they can’t wait for the next show.

When you turn the corner to the dressing room with a bright smile on your face, they all turn and look at you.

“Congrats, guys!” you cheer and clap for them.

They all beam and say thank you. 

Jeongin crosses the room to stand by you. He still has his beanie on.

“What did you think?” he asks happily.

“I loved it! I think I took close to two thousand pictures. Maybe more. I’ll have to go through them on my laptop later.”

“That can wait!” Minho calls from the back of the dressing room. “We’re celebrating tonight!”

“Celebrating how, Mr. Lee?” you tease and hear his signature giggle.

“With booze and games back at the hotel.” Jisung answers for him. 

“Oooh,” your mood brightens. “I’m always up for that. You’re right, pictures can wait.”

“Great, then it’s settled.” Jisung claps his hands together once. “One hour, we all meet in my room.”

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They were not joking around with the amount of booze on his hotel counter. You would swear you were at another frat party.

In your cup, you were nursing your third rum and coke of the night. You made the mistake of asking Changbin to make this one. After the first sip you knew this one was going to have to be taken slow. 

Everyone was sitting in various seats in the room, some on the bed, some on chairs or the floor. The TV was playing a movie that no one was paying attention to.

“Okay, Felix, truth or dare.” Hyunjin asks.

“Truth– no, dare– no, truth.”

“Final answer?”

“Truth.”

“Who was the last person you stalked on social media?” Hyunjin asks, taking a sip of his drink.

“Ah,” Felix thinks for a moment with pink cheeks. “Oh! An old friend from Australia.”

“Just a friend?” Minho jokes.

“Yes, yes, just a friend.” Felix laughs, waving him off. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

You perk up from your seat on the couch. Jeongin sat on your left, his entire side flush with yours.

“Um, truth, I don’t feel like getting up.”

“What’s your body count since you went to America?”

Your eyebrows raise and you cock your head to the side.

Jeongin stiffens up noticeably next to you, he practically jokes on the drink that he was taking a sip of. “Felix, you can’t just–”

“Two.” you answer quickly and take a large swig of your drink.

Jeongin’s head whips around to look at you as if you just shot everyone in the room. You stare back at him with a confused face.

“What?” you ask, getting defensive. Embarrassment crawls up your neck. “I know it’s not a lot, but I’ve been focused on class and everything, you know?”

“No, I just– I didn’t think that–” Jeongin stutters and looks everywhere but at you. “I didn’t know and you–”

“Tell you everything? I didn’t think you wanted to hear about it.”

“Was it Ryan?” he blurts without thinking.

Your face pulls into a shocked, angry expression. “Excuse me?”

“Was one of them Ryan?” he presses further. The alcohol gave him loose lips. 

“Why would–”

Chan interrupts the two of you, “Anyway! Your turn Y/N.”

You stare at Jeongin for another couple of moments before looking away at the group of men. You shake your head in disbelief before taking a deep breath. 

“Seungmin, truth or dare?”

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“You know you didn’t have to walk me back to my hotel room, it’s only one floor up.”

Jeongin insisted on walking you back up to your room when everyone started turning in for bed. The hotel hallway was eerily quiet compared to the noise filled room that the two of you just left.

“You never know what could happen in a hotel hallway.” He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

The two of you take the stairs up to your floor and walk in silence until you reach your room.

“Oh, wait. There was a picture I took tonight that I want you to see! Really quick, come on!” You quickly unlock your door and drag him into your room. 

Jeongin stumbles in and looks around. Your room is spotless, just a few clothes strewn about. 

You walk over to your camera sitting on the desk and pick it up, looking through the pictures for the one you wanted to show him.

He watches you closely, your face is only illuminated by the small screen display. Your tongue is sticking out between your lips in concentration. 

Two? You slept with two people since you’ve been in America? Jealousy began churning deep within his gut and coursing through his veins.

He’s been so busy with being a trainee, then debuting, then training and rehearsing and recording that he hasn’t… he hasn’t been able to be with anyone. Nor has he wanted to. Because none of the people he could have were you.

Jeongin was so hopelessly devoted to you.

Your phone dings on your desk and you look over at it, an angry sneer twitches at your lips and you roll your eyes and then look back at your camera.

“What was that?” Jeongin asked, stepping closer towards you.

You look at Jeongin, then at your phone, then to your camera. “Nothing, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Jeongin lifts a brow curiously. You look back up at him and roll your eyes.

“It’s Ryan.”

Oh, Jeongin saw red for a moment. But, he kept it to himself to the best of his abilities.

“How’s that going, by the way?” Jeongin asks. He really does not want to know the answer. But, morbid curiosity got the better of him.

You hesitate, your finger stops moving on the camera to scroll through the album.

“It didn’t work out.” you tell him without looking up.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You bite your lip and look up at him. “Are you? Are you really, Jeongin?”

Jeongin is taken aback by your small outburst. “Y/N, I–”

“Because you seem to be super invested in him, Jeongin.” you lower the camera, staring Jeongin in the eye. “Every time I bring him up, your eye twitches. You can’t fool me, I know you too well. I know you hate the guy.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“Then what if I did fuck him?”

Jeongin scoffs and looks away angrily, he crosses his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t care.”

Oh, he cares so much. His skin is fucking crawling.

“Look at me, Jeongin.”

His jaw clenches and he hesitates.

You put your camera back on the table and cross the final few steps until you reach him. You reach out and grab his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, forcing him to look at you.

Jeongin’s eyes widen and he stares at you.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t care.”

His face twists in anguish. He stares deeply into your eyes, flickering back and forth between them. His mouth screws up in a frown, eyebrows pulling together.

He gulps.

“Say it.” you push. “Say you don’t care if Ryan fucked me.”

“I…” he opens his mouth and promptly shuts it. He swallows again. “I can’t.”

“Why?” you hush.

The grip on his chin tightens even more when he tries to look away from you.

Alcohol thrums through both of your bodies to create a pleasant buzz and lift your confidence levels with one another. 

“Why, Jeongin?”

“Because!” he cries out. His arms uncross and he grabs both of your shoulders tightly. “Because maybe I want to be the one fucking you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You’re taken aback for a moment. Truly, you didn’t expect him to be so crass.

“Because maybe I would lie awake in bed at night thinking about being your one and only.” Jeongin steps towards you and you back up until your knees hit the edge of the bed. “Because you drive me fucking crazy and I want you all to myself. Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you into my mattress every single night!”

Your hand drops from his face but he snatches it up in his own larger one. 

“Do you understand how bad I want you?” he whispers harshly. His nose is scrunched up and he’s talking through gritted teeth. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so many years. I can’t even look at anyone else because you exist. I’ve only ever had eyes for you. No one else exists, no one else makes me feel like you do.”

“How do I make you feel?”

Jeongin stares at you for a moment before he brings your hand down to press at the crotch of his pants.

Through his sweats you can feel just how hard he is. Both of you whimper at the touch.

“I want you so bad, it hurts.” Jeongin begs. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I want you to be my first. I can’t be your first, let me be your last.”

Your heart is hammering against your ribs. 

Is this really happening?

“Please, Y/N,” Jeongin whimpers. “I’m begging you.”

He’s begging you to take his virginity right now? Right now?

“Now?” you ask, bewildered.

His dick twitches in your hand and he closes his eyes in what looks like pain, but you both know it’s pleasure.

“Please.”

The tension in the room snaps. 

“Jeongin.” you grab his attention.

His eyes snap open and look at you.

“Kiss me.”

He gasps, cock jumping in your palm again before he smashes his lips against yours with a grunt. 

He’s absolutely devouring your mouth with his. It’s wet and sloppy and completely inexperienced. But what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm.

Moans are slipping from his lips left and right as your tongues intertwine together.

Your hand slides from his dick up his body to tangle in his hair. Your other reaches up and you grab one of his from your shoulder to place it on your waist. He paws at your shirt with his long fingers.

You nip gently at his bottom lip and he moans.

“Am I dreaming?” he whispers against your mouth.

You reach around and pinch his side. He yelps and jumps a bit. 

“No, not dreaming.”

He swoops down and locks your lips once more. Your fingers massage his scalp and comb through his hair. 

You part from his lips for a second to yank your shirt off. Jeongin watches you with hungry eyes, he’s trying so hard to maintain eye contact with you, but he keeps glancing down at your chest.

“Yours too.” You point at his shirt.

It looks like he practically ripped the thing off. It flies off the top of his head and onto the floor. His bare arms come around your exposed waist, his lips searching for yours.

He’s frantic in his movements, like if he isn’t kissing you, he might die.

You grab his hands and bring them up to your bra clasp.

“I don’t–”

“Learn.” you hush against his lips and suck on his bottom lip. He moans and his fingers grasp at the clasp clumsily. 

He’s so focused on trying to unclasp your bra that you take the opportunity to kiss his jawline with an open mouth. Your teeth nip at his sharp jawline and he gasps.

Down his neck you trail your hot, wet kisses. 

With each passing moment, you can feel his desperation growing and growing. A frustrated whine comes from his chest when he can’t get it.

You bite his collarbone harshly and his knees buckle slightly, but he keeps himself up.

“Y/N!” he cries out, pulling so hard at your bra you think it might snap in half.

You giggle and have mercy on him. You reach behind yourself and unhook your bra in one movement.

It drops to the floor and this time, Jeongin has no reservations about staring at your naked chest. His lips part and his own chest starts heaving with pants. 

Another laugh comes from you. 

His eyes flicker up to yours for a split second.

“Are you going to touch me or just stare?” you tease him with a sultry smirk.

Both of his hands come up and cup both of your breasts in greedy handfuls. You moan at the sensation and wrap an arm around his neck, bringing your lips back to his.

Jeongin fondles your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples gently. Your back arches into his touch.

“Do it again,” you breathe out. He immediately follows your command, pinching and rubbing at the sensitive buds. Every single one of your noises is swallowed by his wet, swollen lips.

His kisses leave your lips and travel down your neck. They’re too gentle and innocent for your liking. 

“Fuck, bite me, Jeongin.” you beg.

Without any hesitation, his teeth sink into where your neck meets your shoulder. You cry out and roll your hips into his. 

The hands on your tits stutter in their movements before speeding up, the lust consuming his brain. 

He bites again and again just to feel your hips move against his, to hear your moans right next to his ear.

The tent in his gray sweats seems painful at this point. He continues to rut against your body for any sort of relief. 

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull his mouth off your neck. HIs lips break their suction seal with a pop and he looks into your eyes.

He already looks so fucked out it sends a bolt through you.

“Let me make you feel good,” you whisper against his lips. 

If it’s his first time, you want it to be memorable. 

He doesn’t put up a fight at all. His mind is completely gone, he just nods over and over again. You could tell him ‘jump’ and he’d say ‘how high?’.

Your hands slide down his sculpted chest, mapping out each of the muscles. Jeongin keens under your touch, closing his eyes and sighing in pleasure.

When your hands get to the top of his pants, you quickly slide them down, taking his boxers with them. 

Gray sweats pool around his ankles and his long, hard cock bobs as its set free from its fabric confines. 

Jeongin hisses when the cold hotel air hits him.

You lean up on your tiptoes and capture his lip between your teeth for a moment at the same time you grab his dick gently.

The whine he lets out is sinful.

He’s been dreaming of your touch for so many years, and now that your hand is finally wrapped around him, he can’t believe it. 

You release his lip and it snaps back into place.

Slowly, you slide your hand up and down his cock. So much precum is weeping from the head of his cock. Every movement pulls a noise from Jeongin. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Jeongin.”

He gulps and obeys your order, his cock standing proud between his parted legs.

Jeongin watches you closely as you sink down to the ground onto your knees. He fists the sheets on either side of his body with white knuckles.

He has to be dreaming. This has to be one of his wet dreams where he wakes up with ruined pants and sheets. 

Settling between his thighs, you run your hands up his legs. Jeongin watches your movements with a fucked out expression. The way your fingers glide over his skin raises goosebumps. 

One of your hands comes out and grabs his cock with a gentle, yet firm, grip. His eyes snap shut and he can’t stifle the moan that punches from his chest. 

His cock is so slippery from his own precum that your hand glides over the skin easily. 

You pump him up and down for a bit, alternating your grip from firm to gentle, changing the tempo from fast to slow.

His hips won't stay still on the bed, he can’t keep still even if he wanted to. The pleasure from your hand is fucking killing him. It’s all consuming.

You smirk. “Jeongin, look at me.” 

He cracks his hazy eyes open just to see you lean forward and lick a fat stripe up his entire cock.

Jeongin cries out and his head tilts back. His hips jump around and his legs feel like they go numb.

You open mouth kiss down the sides of his shaft.

The pleasure shoots up his spine, he can practically taste the electricity. 

Just when he thinks it can’t get better, you wrap your entire mouth around him and sink down to take as much of his cock as you could without gagging.

His hand flies to your hair and grips tightly. The strands weaving through his lithe fingers.

Up and down, you bob on his shaft, making sure to let the saliva pour from your mouth and down over his balls. 

Jeongin doesn’t even realize how hard he’s pulling your hair until you moan around him. He cries out at the vibrations and pulls even harder. 

Your other hand wraps around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

He’s on cloud nine, he can barely breathe. Every intake of breath takes his full concentration, you’re making him feel so fucking good.

No matter how many times he’s touched himself and imagined it was you, it could never compare to the real thing.

His eyes follow your head, watching his cock disappear into your mouth as you stare back at him with those sinfully innocent eyes.

You’re going to be the fucking death of him. 

He’s only able to last for a few moments with your mouth on him before Jeongin is panting out.

“Y/N, you- you gotta, ha– You gotta stop or– or I’ll– fuuuuck– Im c-close and I– hng! But I wanna–! I wanna–! I wanna fu-huck you!”

You swirl your tongue around his head and pop off his cock, sit dribbling down the sides of your mouth.

“You wanna fuck me, Jeongin?” you ask him with a sweet tone. It fucking kills him.

“Yes,” he pants out, “It’s all I want.”

“You’re gonna let me pop your cherry?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. After you ask that, you lean over and bite his inner thigh.

Jeongin yelps and tightens the hand in your hair. 

An embarrassed flush covers his neck and ears. “Please, Y/N.” he whimpers. 

Smirking, you stand up from the floor and make quick work of your own sweatpants. Jeongin watches you like a starved man at a buffet. His tongue darts out of his lips and licks them when your panties drop to the ground.

“How do you want me, baby?” you ask him sweetly. 

He tears his eyes away from your naked pussy to look up at you. He gulps.

“How do I…?”

“You want me on top? You want to fuck me from behind? You want to be on top? How do you want me, sweet Jeongin?” Your hand comes out and caresses his cheek. “How do you want our first time?”

His cock jumps at the thought of you in each of those positions.

But one sticks out.

“Need you underneath me,” he whispers, keeping eye contact while his hands come up to rest on your hips.

Your hand cards through his hair. It’s so fluffy.

“Whatever you want, Jeongin.”

Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. It’s the tamest one you’ve shared tonight.

When you break apart, he chases after your lips, but you crawl onto the bed, laying down and making yourself comfortable on the pillows.

Jeongin follows your movements with innocent, fucked out eyes. He licks his lips again and his eyebrows pull together as he watches you.

You part your legs and run a finger through your sopping wet folds, making a show out of displaying yourself to him. He watches it like a hawk.

Slowly, you bring the finger up and stick it in your mouth, tasting your own juices.

“Come on, Jeongin. You said you were going to be my last.”

He turns and scrambles onto the bed, crawling over you and smashing your lips together desperately. Both of your legs wrap around his waist while he devours your mouth with his own.

His tongue is everywhere in your mouth, licking your own, invading and licking the roof of your mouth, coming out to lick your lips.

When you whimper, you feel his cock jump against your heat. Your hips roll onto his and his hips buck downwards into yours.

Both of you are moaning, panting messes when he pulls away.

“I don’t have a condom.” he says painfully.

“I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?”

“Jeongin, please fuck me already. I’ve waited my entire life for this.” you smile up at him with shiny eyes.

His eyes search yours with an equally sentimental look in them.

He nods once and lines himself up with your entrance. His head rubs along your folds a few times, making himself slick.

Your head tilts backwards into the pillows.

“No, please, look at me.” he begs breathlessly.

Immediately, your eyes snap open and you gaze into his.

Two heartbeats pass and he presses into you, his cock invading your soaking walls. The stretch feels so fucking good, you’re so horny for him.

Jeongin is the one that has the harder time keeping his eyes open, his pupils are blown out. His jaw drops in a strained moan, face screwing up almost painfully with how much pleasure is coursing through his veins.

His hips stutter a few times until he bottoms out.

“Holy fuck,” he whines. His hands clenched into fists next to your head. 

“You feel so fucking good, Jeongin,” you praise him, your own voice is fucked out. 

“I’m not going to last,” he cries and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry about me,’ you coo.

His hips buck again and he whimpers into your skin. 

“Jeongin,” you call to him and he lifts his head. His hair is so ruffled and messy, lips are swollen and wet, cheeks covered in a permanent blush. “Fuck me until you cum.”

His eyes roll back in his head and his hips pull out and slam right back into yours. Both of you cry out, your back arches.

Jeongin continues to fuck into you at a sloppy, harsh pace. His eyebrows furrow in concentration. He looks down at your tits bouncing with each thrust, his head dips down and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Jeongin!” you cry out and arch into him. He moans around your nipple, biting it gently and rolling it with your teeth.

His thrusts are getting frantic.

He pulls off your tit with a pop and comes up to your face.

“Need you to cum with me,” he murmurs before capturing your lips. “Need it, need it, fuck! I need it, Y/N!”

“Give me your hand.”

He balances his weight on one of his hands and holds out his other one. You guide him down to your folds and press his long, beautiful fingers against your clit.

“Mmmm…” you moan when you guide him to rub in circular motions.

He feels you clench around him and he whimpers into your open mouth. 

“Just like that, Jeongin.” you rasp. “Keep that up and I’ll cum on your cock.”

“Jesus.” 

He rubs faster in some moments, slower in the others. His mind is swimming in the clouds. Everything feels so fucking good. 

Your whines get louder and louder, each one more higher pitched than the last.

“Close, close, close…” you breathe out against his lips. “Hah!”

Thank god. He’s been this close to blowing his load for the last four minutes, but he needed to feel you. He needed it.

“Yes, Jeongin! Yes!”

His thrusts get harder, his rubbing on your clit matches the timing. 

You reach around his back and scratch your nails up his back.

“Come on, Y/N.” he whines. “Cum for me, Y/N. Need to feel you cum around me.”

Your pussy clenches down on him impossibly tight, your head is thrown backwards and your mouth stretches open in a silent scream.

It throws him over the edge, he spills into you with one of the most feral noises he’s ever made in his life. It tears from deep within his chest.

He cums forever, painting your insides white. 

Jeongin buries his face in the crook of your neck as you both come back down to Earth. Your heavy breathing fans out over his back.

One of your hands starts rubbing up and down his naked skin. It’s warm and inviting and he wants to curl into it forever.

He eventually pulls his face away from your neck and looks down at you with stars in his eyes.

“Good?” you ask.

Jeongin laughs and leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose. “It was perfect.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

[moonstruckme]

plz...i beg you...fluffy sirius x gf!reader and he is just obsessed

all touch all the time, a million kisses, "no don't leave"

reader is insecure about it cause she's not used to being in loving relationships let alone one with The Sirius Black

yes this is the most basic plot but plz i'm starved for new sirius content

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 669 words

“Sirius.” Your voice is muffled through thick fabric. “Honey, this is excessive.” 

You’re barely even walking, Sirius propelling you both along as he holds you tight to his side, half a dozen layers of cushioning between you. He scrubs his hand over your shoulder as if you need the extra warmth, looking at you worriedly. 

“Darling, you can’t go out in this weather with a jacket that doesn’t zip,” he says, pulling your scarf up a notch. It tickles the bottom of your nose. 

“I didn’t know it was broken until I put it on,” you defend yourself. “Anyway, I’m not cold.” 

“Liar,” he accuses fondly, dropping a kiss just below the wooly band of your hat. “Listen, we’re almost there, and then we’ll get some warm butterbeer in you, yeah?”

You don’t bother arguing further, allowing him to all but carry you, your side pressed awkwardly against his, the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks. 

James and Remus both smile at you, expressions faintly puzzled, as you come inside. They’re sitting across from each other in the booth, and Sirius says, “Move, Prongs,” with such surety that James doesn’t even question it, sliding out of his seat and in next to Remus. 

“Siri,” you chide softly as he finally peels away from you to sit down. Chilly air fills in the gap in your coat where he stood, and you shiver in surprise. 

“I knew it!” Sirius cries, more distressed than triumphant. He reaches for you, hauling you into the booth and up against him. “C’mere, baby, let me warm you up.” He takes his gloves off before your own, rubbing warmth into your barely stiff fingers. Remus and James are silent, wearing nearly matching stunned expressions. Nearly, because Remus’ one eyebrow is quirked knowingly. 

“Merlin, shortcake, did you come upon a blizzard out there?” James asks, confused. 

“No,” you say embarrassedly, gently removing your hands from Sirius’ to take off your scarf. 

“The zipper on her coat is broken,” Sirius grouses like it’s part of some larger plot against you. 

“This is a ploy,” Remus decides. “He just wants an excuse to touch her.” 

Sirius scoffs, pressing his warm hands to your cheeks. “I don’t need an excuse to touch my girlfriend,” he says, and plants an emphatic kiss on your chapped lips to prove it. “My motivations are twofold. Now can one of you be useful and get us some butterbeer?”

“Oh, I’ve got it,” you say, but you’ve barely set one foot out of the booth before Sirius is scrambling to get his arms around your shoulders, tugging you back to his chest.

“No, you stay.” He bands one arm around your waist and another just above your chest, keeping you securely in place. “One of the boys’ll get them, lovely.” 

James lets out a low whistle as Remus gets up, heading towards the bar. “What’ve you done to him?” he asks you. “It’s all baby this and lovely that, can’t keep his hands to himself, and now he has separation anxiety?”

“She is lovely,” Sirius says, nuzzling your shoulder as you shake your head at James bewilderedly. “If you had someone like her, Prongsie, you wouldn’t want her to leave either.” 

“Seems like a blessing and a curse,” James mutters, but he’s smiling. 

“Siri,” you try, speaking quietly to him over your shoulder, “I’m feeling pretty warm now, baby.” 

“Yeah?” He takes your chin in his hand, keeping your face angled to the side so he can kiss the corner of your mouth, the skin next to your eye. “That’s great, sweetness.” He starts tugging your coat off for you, placing it atop his own. You start to shuffle away, thinking the cause for your proximity is over, but he only adjusts you in his lap, intertwining your fingers and hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Mmm, yeah, this is better,” he decides, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Can get you even closer without all those layers in between.” 

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "But what about reader and Zach like having Seggs 20 minutes before the podcast so that during the podcast reader is just next to Zach and like holding his hand and kinda just after sex clingy but before the cameras start rolling they have a cute little moment in the studio while everyone's there like Tara Alissa ad jared and they just think it's the cutest sorry if this is stupid" 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, the smut will be right off of the bat so be prepared, hair pulling, unprotected sex, banter from Zach, flirting, post sex clingy-ness, fluff 

Word count: 3.1K | not edited 

This is my first solo Zach one shot. Enjoy! 

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"We got twenty minutes before show time." 

Zach squeezes your shoulders and you turn your head, "Twenty you say?" A smirk grows across your lips as he nods and you turns around to face him, "Lead the way, babe." 

"That's my girl." He smirks, sliding his hand down to meet yours. His fingers interlock with yours before he pulls you with him down the hall and up the steps. 

He pushes open a door, pulling you in. He shuts the door with your body, pinning it against as he reaches down to twist the lock. 

Your lips crash together in a fiery embrace, your hands on either side of his neck. 

He leans down, hooking his hands on the back of your thighs and lifts you up and your legs move to their place around his waist. 

He moves to kiss down your neck, a small moan escapes your lips as your hand moves to slide through his hair, and your head tilts to give him more room. 

"Mm." You whimper, "Not much time." 

"Yeah, yeah. You and your time." He sets you down, a smile on his lips as he shrugs off his black leather jacket. 

You tilt your head, "Did you wear that for me?" 

He shrugs, "Maybe." 

"It's hot." You scrunch up your nose, smirking as you lean down to take off your pants and underwear. He lays his fingers under your chin, "I know." 

He smirks and undoes his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. 

"You're so full of yourself, you know that?" You wrap your arms around his neck, jumping up for him to catch you. 

He laughs, "Yeah, you're about to be full of me, too." 

You bite down on your lip, resting your head back against the door as you feel him guide his cock into your already soaked entrance. 

You let out a gasp, your fingers grasping the hair at the nape of his neck, "Shit." 

A low groan escapes his lips as rests for a quick moment. He slides his arms under your legs and begins to thrusts. 

You tilt your head down, lips parted, brows furrowed as you stare at him, whimpering and moaning out his name, "Z-Zach.. yesyesyes." 

Your back arches against the door, nails dig into his skin, "Fuck fuck fuck." 

His lip is pulled between his teeth, breath growing faster and faster with each thrusts, "You feel so good." 

He pulls you away from the door, moving you over to lay on the bed. His body over yours as he resumes his thrusts. 

Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, "S-so close. So close." 

His lips kiss your neck, moving up towards your lips, "Cum for me, babe. You can do it." He slides a hand down, gripping your upper thigh, "Cause I'm right there with ya." 

Your back arches off the best, chest pressing against his as your walls tighten around him. His name leaves your lips in a slightly loud tone. 

"S-Shi-" you gasp, clinging to him as you cum. He groans as he feels your walls pulsating around him, urging him to cum next. 

You feel his cock slip out and his cum spills onto your waist with a moan from his lips. 

He tilts his head down, smirking as he admires how you look under him, "We can pick up where we left off after." 

You look at him and he winks, which causes you to giggle, "Sounds good to me." You watch as he moves off of you, bending down to pick up a towel for you to wipe off with. 

Once clean, you stand up and take your pants from him. You slip on your panties and put on your pants and fix your hair. 

"Oh.." you walk over to Zach, "hold on." You reach up, fixing his hair and he smiles at you, "My own personal hairdresser. Gotta love it." 

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh." You smile, "alright. Come on." 

He smiles, taking your hand into his and he unlocks the door and you walk out with him, making your way down the steps to find everyone ready to roll. 

Everyone on the set knew you and Zach were a thing. 

Hell, they called it before you and Zach even thought of it. 

"Ew. I know what you two were doing." Jared points and Zach taps his chin, "Did you know you have something right there?" 

Jared wipes his face, "What? What is it?" 

"Jealousy." Zach laughs and leads you over to your seat. Jared scoffs, "No. that's not at all-" he turns to Alyssa, "Is there really something on my chin?" 

Alyssa laughs, "No, Jared. He's fucking with you." 

"You asshole." Jared laughs and walks to his seat. Tara comes in, "Sorry I'm late, but I'm here." 

"Oh my god, you brought Sugar!" You lean down, holding out your hands for Tara's dog to come over to you, "Hi baby!" 

You pick him up and set him on your lap. 

Tara comes over, sitting down on the other end of the bench, "He got all excited when I said we're going to see you." 

"Oh my god, that's adorable." You smile, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. 

You look up at Zach and his eyes are just glued to you, "Such a cute little puppy." He smirks, "Sugar is cute, too, I guess." 

Your mouth drops but you can't help but laugh, "Rude." 

He shrugs, "I gotta pick on you, you know that." 

"You guys are so cute, it actually kind of hurts." Alyssa says with a laugh and Tara nods, "No I was actually thinking the same thing." 

You can feel your cheeks heating up and you move your hand as Sugar moves towards Tara, "Alright, let's do this." 

You, along with everyone else, puts on their headphones and you look at Zach. He looks at Alyssa and she gives him a thumbs up. 

"Hello everybody, welcome back or welcome to Dropouts!" Zach starts out, "We have a pretty full house today, every mic is taken." 

He looks around, "Did anyone have to do that thing in school where they had to go around and say their name and one thing about themselves because I think that's what we should do." 

"Are you serious?" Jared laughs and Zach gives him a serious, plain look, "Dead, and you can start." 

Jared sighs, "What's up. I'm Jared, I'm nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read." 

You and Tara instantly burst out laughing. 

"That was good!" You point to Jared, "I honestly wasn't expecting that." Tara leans over, laughing, "Oh my god." 

Alyssa laughs, pointing to Zach, "Do you know what he's referencing?" 

"Isn't that a video from the now prehistoric app, Vine?" Zach asks and Jared dies laughing, "Correct." 

Zach raises his brows, "Oh my god, anyway." He tries not to laugh and nods to Tara to go. She takes a deep breath, "I'm Tara and I'm the First Lady of juicy couture." 

You point to her, "You sure are." 

She laughs and motions for you to go, "I'm y/n, and I'm-" 

Zach cuts you off, "Totally in love with Zach Justice." 

Everyone goes silent and you look over at him, "I mean, that's kind of obvious I thought." You laugh reaching your hand out, "But yeah, we can go with that." 

Zach smiles and takes your fingers into his. You move closer to the end of the bench, if it was possible to be right next to him you would. 

You always get clingy after sex, and doing a show right after was rough because you just want to cuddle him, but that isn't an available option right now. 

"So cute it hurts." Jared winces and sighs. 

"Actually, can we talk about that for a second?" Tara leans into her mic, smiling as she points between you and Zach. 

"You mean yap?" Zach rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing over your fingers. 

Tara laughs slightly, "Well yeah, but first we can let Alyssa say her name and the one thing you're forcing us all to say." 

"Do I have a gun to your head?" Zach looks at Alyssa, "Can we make it clear that I am not standing behind you holding something to your head and forcing you to read a script?" 

"I mean, yeah. Zach is totally not standing behind me forcing me to read something that he wrote out on a piece of paper." Alyssa laughs, "I'm Alyssa, and I just love this job so much." 

You smile, looking back at Tara, "What do you wanna talk about?" 

"Yap." Zach corrects you, "It's never just talking with her." 

You squeeze his hand, "Be nice." You smile and Zach nods, "Yes mom. I mean, ma'am." 

"Dude." Jared laughs, shaking his head, "Nice save." 

Zach smirks and looks at Tara and Tara sighs, "Well first off, is it okay that we talk about this? Like I know that you guys kind of were keeping it just between us five." 

You look at Zach and he shrugs, "Bound to get out at some point, might as well come from the Queen yapper herself." 

Tara smirk, "Aw, Zach. You think I'm a Queen?" 

"Oh yapland. Sure." Zach tries not to laugh, but you laugh, "I'm getting you a tiara that says that." 

"Oh my god, please do." Tara laughs, "Okay, so anyway. For the listeners of this podcast, what we're talking about right now is the fact that y/n and Zach are a thing and as Alyssa said, they're so cute it actually hurts." 

Zach gasps, "Me and who!?" He lays a hand on his chest, "This is news to me." 

"Oh my gosh, shut up." You look at him, smiling huge and he smiles back at you, "Kidding. Kidding." 

"Tara, this is like you're telling the world a big government secret." Jared laughs and Alyssa nods, "To some people it probably is." 

You laugh, "I'm sure, but I promise I'll take good care of him." 

You look over and Zach smirks, but before you can say anything it's too late, "Yeah she does." 

"Zach. Ew!" Jared, Tara, and Alyssa all say at the same time and Zach's mouth drops, "You guys need to get your mind out of the gutter because I meant she takes good care of me as in I always have someone to laugh at, I mean laugh with." 

Your mouth drops and you just stare at him, fighting back a smirk, "You know I was thinking the same thing." 

Zach rolls his eyes, "You know what?"

"What?" You tilt your head and he shakes his head, "I'm not saying it because people will take what I say out of context." 

"Don't we always?" Tara furrows her brows and laughs, "Anyway, I figured we could talk about how you and him ended up an official thing." 

"Can I just-" Alyssa raises her hand, "Can I just cut in to say that Tara and I called this a while ago. Like after the second time you were on I think, y/n." 

"Yeah, yeah, Tara told me about that. She actually texted me the one day and was like, you and Zach are totally going to be a thing, and I was like in denial at first but then it just.. I don't know.." you look over at Zach, "Progressed into us flirting until one of us was like look, this is what's happening." 

"So who was it?" Jared asks getting the attention, "Who came onto who to finally move it from the friend zone into the end zone?" 

You laugh and Zach leans in, "y/n." 

"I don't think.." you laugh, "No." You stop laughing, "Was it?" 

Zach stares at you, "I can pull up the texts right now." 

"Do it!" Tara yells, and you tilt your head, "You know what.. I think it was, something about me wanting to sleep in his stupid shirts and hold his stupid hand or something like that." 

Zach smirks, nodding his head, "There ya go, sweetheart. Now you're on the right track." 

You can feel your cheeks forming into a deeper shade of pink, "He's actually going to show you guys the messages." 

"Oh no, babe. I'm reading them out loud." He laughs slightly and holds his phone up as he reaches for your hand again. 

Your hand instantly goes into his and you lean towards him, "What's it say?" 

Zach clears his throat, "So it was just us talking back and forth, mainly us trying to get each other to admit that we liked each other." Zach scrolls down, "And then Y/n just says, I want to sleep in your stupid tshirts and hold your stupid hand, Zach." 

Aw's from the three others in the room emerge and you shake your head, "Yeah, yeah, it's cute or whatever." You lay your hand over your face and Zach laughs, "And I must have been caught off guard because I really didn't expect her to say anything like that, so all I said back was, well damn." 

"Well damn?" Jared laughs, "That's not very romantic, Zach. What did y/n say after that?" 

"She honestly didn't respond for a little bit, so I was actually kind of having an, okay I ruined it, moment, but then she answered with an, that's all you have to say?" Zach laughs and you nod, "Well yeah, I poured my heart out to you and all I get back is a well damn." 

"I mean, I wouldn't have responded right away either." Tara laughs, "But that is such a Zach thing to do." 

You nod, "That's why I gave it a minute because I had to remind myself that that was Zach we're talking about." You laugh, looking over at him, "And yeah. Now we're, what? Seven.. almost eight months into this thing?" 

Zach nods, "Eight months of my life that I don't want back." 

"Who even are you?" Jared looks at him shocked, "Like.. the man that is sitting across from me right now.. is literally.. dare I say.. almost nice?"

"You're pushing it." Zach points to Jared and Jared raises his hands, "No, like I was talking to Alyssa about it a while back and I told her, I think it was before you guys officially told us. I said to her that who ever is bringing out the best in him, needed to stay connected to him." 

"That is true." Alyssa nods, "And I knew it would be y/n, like just the way that they were looking at each other gave it away." 

"Yeah they literally.. I don't even know to explain it, like, it's a connection that can't be explained unless you're with them in person." Tara nods, smiling at you. 

"Yeah, I guess I just fucked around and got attached to you." You smirk, looking over at Zach and he smirks, "Now, I'm going to say this, but it's not like what it sounds, okay?" 

"That.. doesn't sound like a good thing." Jared shakes his head, "But go on, please." 

"You suck sometimes, only because ever since you been around, I've been smiling a lot more than I used to, and that just ruins my mysterious, serious look." Zach laughs slightly, "But I'd still do anything for you." 

You pout, "You're such an asshole." 

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, princess." Zach laughs slightly and Tara scoffs, "I don't.." she laughs, "I've been seeing this you know, sweeter side of Zach come out over these last few months but it still catches me off guard when something nice follows his, I don't even know, jerkish comments." 

"Yeah but she knows that I don't mean anything in a wrong way." Zach squeezes your hand, "Right? Say that you know." 

He tries not to laugh, but fails when you make a face at him, "She knows." 

You laugh, "If Zach didn't pick on me daily, then I would know that there's something up. But I honestly think that goes for everyone who knows him." 

Alyssa nods, "I always think to myself before coming in, what out of pocket thing is Zach going to say to me today?" 

"I have nightmares about him just being so mean to me." Tara says and Zach looks at her, "Do you really?" 

Tara nods, "Yeah." 

"Tell me what I've said to you." Zach tilts his head and Tara laughs, "No because you'll just write them down and use them against me." 

"Everyone here knows how you are, Zach." Jared laughs and Zach stares at him, "Shut up, you don't even know how to read." 

You all burst out laughing and Zach shakes his head, "And they say I'm mean to them."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After the podcast ends, you hang your headphones on the mic stand and stand up to stretch. 

Zach pushes his mic out of the way and extends his arms out to you, "C'mere." 

You walk over to him and he pulls you into his lap, arms around your waist as his head rests on your shoulder. 

This is exactly what you wanted to do the whole time. 

"You know there's rooms upstairs right?" Jared teases and Zach gasps, "Really? I didn't know we had an upstairs, that's so cool." 

You laugh, resting your head against Zach's, "You guys kill me." 

Zach lifts his head, moving to lay his head on your chest, "Liar, I can hear that heart thumping away in there." 

You roll your eyes, laying a hand on his head, "I think that was just an excuse for you to be close to my boobs." 

You feel Zach's body move as he laughs, "Maybe." 

Jared scoffs, "Get a room." He walks away and you feel Zach sit up, so you look over at him with a smirk. 

He looks at you, "You know what.." his hand slides down to your thigh, "I think we will." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I hope you liked this! I know there isn't really much Zach stuff, so I hope this is good enough! 

As always, let me know how you liked it! Love you all, thank you for reading! 🖤

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[whorekneecentral]

pls “come sit on my lap until I’m finished” + cockwarming w/ Lewis like say he’s busy w something like drafting emails his engineers or rewatching the previous race for improvements when the reader is just so horny begging for some spicy time but he tells her to wait sitting on his cock OMG 😳

screaming. // prompt: "come sit on my lap until I’m finished”

Lewis had been cooped up in his office since this morning. He had been ignoring the work emails for the last week or so and finally decided to check in on what was needed to be done.

The two of you had fallen into a routine of summer bliss; morning cuddles, breakfast in bed, laying around all day, sex at any given moment.

That's probably why you were bored and horny out of your mind.

You knocked on the door, sticking your head in the doorway. "Hi baby," you smiled, your boyfriend looks up from his laptop.

"Hi pretty girl, you okay?"

"Yeah," you walk in, leaning over the back of his chair. "Whatcha doing?"

"Reading over this contract," he tells you, pressing a kiss to your hand. You lean down, chin on his shoulder before you press a kiss his neck, your hands wandering along his chest.

"Baby," he warns you, and you roll your eyes. He pulls you in front of him, looking at you. "What do you really want?"

"You."

He nods, pulling you to him. "Come sit on my lap until I'm finished."

You were about to complain but you give in, settling on your boyfriend's lap for the time being. At least you were close to him and you knew if you kept loving on him, he'd give into you eventually.

It seemed like Lewis had a different idea; giving you what you wanted.

He pulls your legs back, hooking it over his as he shuffles behind you a bit. You feel his hand between your legs, pushing your panties to the side before his cock brushes along your slit. 

His name tumbles from your lips as he pushes into you, his hand resting firmly on your hip, holding you in place as he settles behind you. You go to move but Lewis stops you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he drapes an arm over your stomach. 

"What-" "Don't move," he whispers, "let me just finish up."

You huffed, leaning back against him as his hand rubbed up and down your thigh. "Lewisssss," you whined and the man rolled his eyes at your impatience.

"Keep acting up and I'll take all night, baby."

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!heizou + gn!reader, overstimulating

"m-my god, please, please, god." you'd never seen him this desperate before.

heizou's work papers are spread out around him on the bed, messily strewn and unorganised. he's only in his shirt, unbuttoned, and his black tie hung loosely around his collar.

he's already cum once, made a mess all over himself but you hadn't given him a chance to breathe as you continue to drag your hand over his cock, your speed not changing.

heizou gasps, fingers grabbing the sheets and his shirt rides up his stomach when he arches his back off the bed, head thrown back and thighs shaking slightly.

"i'm.. i- i'm-" heizou cuts himself off constantly, with whimpers and whines, gasping for air. he can't think about anything but your hand on his cock, and he's bucking his hips into your fist. he feels dazed and dizzy, everything too much because you've never overstimulated him before.

"'m gonna cum, pl-mhfuck please." the last 'please' comes out breathless and heizou looks at you through his eyelashes before he moans loudly, fucking into your fist needily and you just let him.

"you gonna cum again, doll?" you tease, voice soft and you pick up your pace only slightly but it knocks a pretty moan from his lips.

heizou nods all pliant, eyes big and teary and he whimpers, "y-yeah-mh.." his eyebrows are furrowed, pretty lips open in small pants and he's still needily canting his hips into your hand. his laid-back, confident persona had simmered away, desperation clinging to him as soon as you had got your hands on him.

you tilt your head slightly, watching as he fucks himself with your hand and the red haired keeps gasping loudly. you lean over him - unbothered about crushing his papers - hand never slowing down on his cock and you gently hook your finger under his chin to make him look at you. heizou's olive eyes are dazed, only just open as he pants heavily, chest rising and falling and small whimpers leave his lips.

"you're so pretty, darling. so pretty when you're so desperate," you look down to watch your hand slide up and down his pretty cock dripping onto his stomach, "gonna make another mess for me?"

heizou nods again, eyes closing, "mhm.. pl..please."

you can't help the small smile forcing its way onto your lips at how needy he is. you'd never seen him so submissive before, his brain almost completely switched off of anything but you and your hand on him.

"oh, god.. please.." you squeeze his cock lightly, turning his head to look at you again and there's not a single thought behind his pretty eyes other than wanting to cum for you.

heizou makes the prettiest noise when you tease the head of his cock, back arching off the bed as he moans, fucking into your fist once again. you bite your lip gently, watching as he drips against your fingers and you part your lips in awe, "fuck. i could have you like this all day."

you watch him break - panting and gasping endlessly, hands grabbing everything he can: the sheets, your forearm, his work papers by his side.

brushing your thumb over his tip again, you swallow his pretty whines when you press your lips to his. heizou whimpers against your lips, kiss desperate as he gasps into your mouth, hips knocking into your fist in a needy way of showing he was close.

you quietly groan against his lips and he only lasts a few more seconds. it takes just a small flick of your wrist for him to snap.

the red haired pulls away from your lips, head falling back on to the bed in a silent gasp before a loud moan rips from his throat. heizou's back arches, fists gripping the sheets and eyes rolling back when he cums against your hand. you don't move away from his face, watching his eyes open slightly and pretty tears shine in them. you lean down to press a desperate kiss to his lips and he can hardly kiss back, whole body lax.

"fuck, that's it baby." you groan and stroke him through it as he cums, making a mess all over your fist and his stomach and his thighs shake as he gently bucks into your hand. heizou's shirt is crumpled underneath him, along with a few of his papers but he doesn't even realise, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

you don't let up though. your hand still works along his cock, albeit slower than before to help him through the sensitivity. your strokes are light but the touch is enough for heizou to whimper, head shaking, "stop, please.. please.."

"you can do one more, can't you?" you smile, watching heizou's hips stutter every time your hand glides up his cock, "c'mon, darling."

heizou almost cries out once your grip tightens a little, eyes welling up with pretty tears. the red haired breathes heavily, eyes glancing at you desperately, "can't- i can't, please."

despite the denial, he lets out a quiet moan, eyebrows scrunching. heizou's legs unconsciously fall open and a grin tugs at your lips.

"that's a good boy."

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

Electric Blue

Word count: 8,200

Tags: NSFW, 3rd POV, past tense

Established relationship, romantic sex, lingerie, oral (f & m receiving).

Summary: Sanji’s lady decides to spoil him, but Sanji is a giver himself.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

It was no secret that Sanji loved the finer things in life - whether they be fine women, fine cuisine, or fine couture. So what finer way than for the woman of his dreams to spoil him than to bring those things together? 

First was a five course menu served with all his friends. 

Then, a couple glasses of the finest red they had in stock, sipped at a small table on deck, with just the two of them under the bright moonlight and the myriad of stars that freckled the night sky. 

When the chilly breeze overpowered the warmth of the wine, it was time to head in. Sanji, ever the gentleman, slipped his suit jacket off and gently draped it over her shoulders, before leading her to the door. How she adored him. He’d open the doors along the way for her, and hold her hand as she walked down the stairs. Every time he looked her way she could see the love in his eyes. There was a certain glimmer in his eyes that often made his expression border on awe. That night was no different, as Sanji watched her every move, and hung on every word that left her beautiful painted lips with such ardent love and fascination that one might have wondered whether she might just be his All Blue. 

And there they were - at their bedroom door. Sanji’s hand reached for the doorknob and let the door fall open before her. Those beautiful red lips smiled at him as she entered the room, with him in tow. 

Her hands still clung to the jacket on her shoulders. It was so warm, and smelt like him - a mix of cologne, and cigarette smoke. His scent always made her feel so comfortable and safe - she practically radiated joy whenever he was around. 

Closing the door behind them, he turned towards her. “May I take your coat, ma’am?” he asked with a soft smile. 

His love turned her back towards him, and tucked her flowing hair out of the way. Sanji gently lifted the jacket off her shoulders and neatly placed it on a hanger that hung off a hook on the wall. 

Meanwhile, she went to sit down at their desk. She carefully undid her earrings, placing them in a small jewelery box he had gifted her on their 10th date. She read the inscription above the little mirror in the box - ‘No jewel can shine as bright as you’. The words never failed to bring a tender smile to her lips. Sanji was far more precious than any jewel under the sun. 

Having finished hanging the coat, Sanji turned to find her hands were just reaching for the clasp of her necklace. In an instant, he traversed the small space between them. Standing just behind her, his large, warm hands gently grabbed hold of hers. 

“Allow me, m’lady” he said, his tone warm and loving.

His nimble fingers made quick work of the dainty clasp, and he carefully removed the thin and fragile necklace from her neck. 

“Thank you,” she said softly as she turned around to face him. 

“It’s only natural,” he said as he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. 

His lips were warm and soft against her cold skin. His eyes lifted to meet hers, concern written over his face. 

“My love, you are freezing. Let’s get you in bed before you catch a cold.” 

“Yeah, let’s,” she murmured softly, a subtle smile on her face. 

Sanji gently tugged her up by the hand, and she slowly rose to her feet. Upright, she took a step forward, pushing her chest against her partner. The angle gave Sanji a great view into her decollete, now pressed flush against him. 

Her head tilted, as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a small, sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her index finger rubbed against the stubble on his chin as she spoke. 

“I think I might need some help,” she said, trailing off. Her hands found his, and gently placed them on her sides, before pushing them as far up along her back as she could, towards her dress’ zipper. 

Sanji’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed the look in her eyes as she moved his hands over her body. He wasn’t quite sure what he’s ever done to deserve a woman like her, but he certainly felt blessed. 

He couldn’t help but trail his hands up and down over her form a couple of times. There was a choked gasp when he realised how unusual and intricate the sensation beneath her dress was. Had she been wearing it this whole time? The thought made him swallow dryly. 

A sly smirk tugged at her lips as she saw the realisation dawn on his face. She tucked her hair out the way once more, making sure there’s none left near the zipper. 

“Could you help me… out of this dress?” Her voice feigns innocence, but the look on her face betrays her intention. 

She could feel Sanji’s hands travel up to undo her zipper. He was slow, and gentle, as usual. He took his time, savouring the sight of the soft material falling apart to reveal the beauty beneath. She can feel his breath growing ragged as it hits her skin. 

The zipper was down, her dress now held up merely by the pressure between them, and their eyes met once more. 

She took a small step back, allowing gravity to do its work. The fabric hit the ground with a light thump, revealing her final surprise of the night, and leaving Sanji’s jaw hanging. 

Sanji’s eyes travelled down her body. Her heavenly bosom plumped up in a lace push up bra of bright, electric blue. Between her breasts, shone a small, pale blue jewel. Underneath, the bra was linked by short, thin straps to a somewhat broad, elastic band that hugged her ribs. 

The garterbelt too had such a band at the top - plain and simple - before it gave way to intricate patterns of soft lace and silky bows, as they hugged his woman’s hips. 

Matching blue lace panties peaked from underneath the lace and ribbons. 

Thin straps trailed from the high waist band of her garter, down the lace, and finally down her legs, where they clasped around the tops of her hold ups. 

Her supple legs, too, bore the same broad, blue bands around her thighs. Flowing from the bands, the top of her stockings was detailed with small, but intricate floral design, similar to those on her other garments. The lace offered a small glimpse at her skin in between the fragile lacy petals, before the stocking turned skin-coloured and smooth, and disappeared into her high heels. 

She smiled slyly as she watched Sanji take in the various intricacies of her latest purchase. A drop of blood peeked from Sanji’s nose - a job done well, it seemed. 

Sanji admired her in breathless awe - the woman he loved and who loved him back, her soft touch, her honeyed voice as she calls his name, her perfectly beautiful curves, framed so tantalisingly by the killer set she went through the trouble of putting on just for him. Sanji tried to string words together to express his admiration, but it was futile. And unnecessary… For she could read on his awestruck face just how much he liked what he was seeing, and she could tell by the glint in his eyes, and the way he wet his lips just what kind of thoughts were running through his mind that moment. 

“Sanji,” she repeated softly; this time breaking him out of his trance. 

Sanji shook his head gently trying to regain his composure. “You look ravishing, my love,” he breathed against her knuckles as he kissed them softly. 

She smiled at his words. His lips on her knuckles sent a small shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but remember what those soft, skillful lips of his felt like on other parts of her body. 

“You can touch me… not just look, my love,” she says softly, as her hands caress his hand, running idly through his silky blonde locks. 

Sanji never meant to seem crass, nor did he ever want to rush her, and so he always tried his best to restrain himself. But when her voice sang such an invitation in his ear, who was he to turn it down? 

Sanji took her hands in his, and gently tugged them to the side. His soft lips pressed against her shoulder, and worked their way up her neck with a trail of hot kisses. He pecked her earlobe, before gently taking it between his teeth and sucking on it. 

She sighed softly at the feeling, loving the way Sanji always found a way to be both gentle with her, yet still a little rough. 

“Do you have any idea what your beauty does to a man, my love?” he purred in her ear. 

She merely gave a low chuckle, as she tilted her head back further, allowing him better access to her throat. 

Sanji’s lips trailed down her neck once more, and settled on her collarbone. His lips kissed her soft skin. His teeth nipped here and there. He sucked on her neck, just the way he knew she liked it. Then his tongue would lick the marks to ease the sting. 

She tugged at his grip on her wrists - wanting to touch him, to feel him under her fingertips, to pull his head up to her lips - and Sanji relented; instead, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

His lips trailed lower, down her chest. They found her breasts - so plump and full - so teasingly displayed in that little bra. He nestled his face between them, feeling their softness against his cheeks. Her fingers daintily brushed through his hair, and caressed his head. 

His hands traced the outlines of her lingerie along her back - every band, every strap, every ribbon, every frill. He drew in a deep breath. He swore her scent could get him high. 

“Do you have any idea what your love does to me, ma cherie?” he asked, his voice now a little deeper. 

Her hand tugged gently on his locks. She wanted him to meet her gaze. 

“Why don’t you show me?” she asked him with a smile. 

It took but a moment for Sanji to dive in and capture her lips. His hand cupped her face gently, while her hands found their way to his strong shoulders and his chest. His tongue slipped quickly into her mouth, and he could feel her smile into the kiss, as he began to lose himself in her scent and the taste of her lipstick. Their tongues danced together, growing ever hungrier for each other’s taste. His hands roamed freely over her body - caressing her waist, her hips, her ass - rubbing over skin and fabrics alike. 

Snap! His fingers hooked into the strap of her bra and snapped it lightly. When he felt her moan into his mouth, he knew what she was in the mood for that night. Snap! He snapped the waistband of her garter. Snap! There went the straps holding her stocking. 

Every pleased little moan earned her a harder snap. And every harder snap, earned him a deeper moan from her pretty throat. 

Hearing her needy sounds for him only fueled his need for her. His lips left hers - now smeared with red - and dove between her breasts, placing desperate kisses all over her exposed skin. 

One of her hands found her way on his back, and grasped at his shoulder. The other, meanwhile, tangled in his soft locks once more. 

His large, skilled hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them, before pushing them closer together as if wishing to suffocate in her softness, her warmth, her essence. His thumbs brushed over her clothed nipples. Though he could not feel them through the padding, the way she sighed and sucked her lip told him where to be. 

Sanji’s hands slipped the straps off her smooth shoulders. His hot lips placed kisses all over her chest. His hands reached up and around her, where his nimble fingers made short work of the hooks on her straps. In a matter of seconds, the bra was tossed to the floor. Released from their constraints, her breasts now captured Sanji’s every attention. His mouth was quick to latch on to her hardened right bud - licking, kissing, and nipping as he went. His other hand, meanwhile, continued to squeeze her left breast, until it was time to switch sides. His eager mouth wasted no time in giving her left breast the same treatment he had just given to her right. 

With one hand squeezing her chest, his other hand now made its way down, trailing over the intricacies of her outfit, and giving her plump ass a good squeeze. Her skin was starting to grow warmer under his ministrations. Her breath picked up, punctuated by the occasional sigh and moan. 

Sanji’s tongue ceaselessly worked her nipples in turns, while his hand, continuing to grope her ass, inched closer and closer to her core. The anticipation made her shiver - a sign that was not lost on her lover. It wasn’t long until Sanji’s long fingers went for a feel. He needed to know just how much he was pleasing her, just how wet she was for him - just how much she wanted him. 

His finger brushed against her gently, softly, teasingly… Then he stopped abruptly. He looked up at her with wide eyes, and his mouth hanging slightly as he tried to string the words together. His finger was coated in slick. The sly grin on her face - her lipstick now dishevelled out of bounds - and that subtle wiggle of her eyebrows gave him the answer to his silent question. 

Sanji could feel a thin stream of blood peak from his nostril as the realisation sunk in. He didn’t think he could have loved this woman even more, and yet, here he was, overcome with love and lust alike for the goddess before him. 

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned the blood off his face. Afterall, it wouldn’t do to smear the lady with his blood. 

“I didn’t think I could love you even more,” he whispered, as he stared down at his wet finger. His confession earned him a mischievous smile from his lover. 

“Oh?” she mused teasingly, as she gently pushed his wet digit into his mouth. Sanji’s lips parted, taking it in, and sucking her essence clean off. He hummed at the taste - every aspect of her was simply delicious to him. She smiled at the sound and let go of his hand. 

“How about you show me just how much you love me then?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her beautiful lips. She slowly turned around for him, his eyes trained on her form as she moved. Bending over slowly, she propped herself on the desk seat. The frilly lace of her blue panties parted to frame her lips perfectly, and reveal her welcoming warmth to him. Her pussy glistened with arousal, twitching slightly in anticipation. 

Sanji wasted no time yanking his tie loose, and dropping to his knees behind her. It was far from the first time eating her out, yet he could never tire of it. Sanji was a pleaser - if he could spend the rest of his life pleasuring this divine being that deigned to claim him as her own, he could die a happy man. 

He grabbed her hips and teasingly traced her folds with his tongue, making her jolt from the sensitivity. Sanji smirked at her reaction. His hands trailed 

“My gods, darling, everything about you is simply divine,” he murmured as his hands roamed over her belt - over silky and lacey fabrics alike, before settling on her ass cheeks. His breath fanned over her core, sending a shiver up her spine. Then Sanji’s fingers slipped under her straps - it was so close, so intimate, like being bound to her in body too, and not just heart. His heart thumped at the thought. 

“To think that I get to taste you…” His words trailed off. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, making her pussy clench hard. 

“...is more than I deserve…” He continued. His tongue dragged languidly over her wet warmth. Sanji moaned at the taste, sending pleasant vibrations up her back. 

“...and I thank you for it, love.” 

With that, he eagerly set about his work. His tongue licked circles over her clit, making her tense with pleasure. It then trailed over her folds - once, twice, thrice. With every flick of his tongue, her sounds grew more strained - more needy - wordlessly asking for more. 

Every time he dipped past her entrance, her needy core would clench around nothing, pushing out more of her essence. Every time he left her aching, she’d whine so sweetly. His tongue dipped between her folds - after all, who was Sanji to deny his lady her wish? 

She hummed at the feeling of his slippery muscle exploring her wet core. Her fingers grasped a little tighter at the little cushion on the chair. The way he ate her never disappointed - he seemed insatiable; like a parched man who’d just discovered an oasis in the desert. 

Sanji devoured her feverishly. He lapped at her juices as if trying to get every last drop into his mouth. He hummed and moaned at the taste; at the thought of pleasuring her. His sounds of pleasure vibrated against her core, adding to the stimulation. His hums and moans were met with whines and moans of her own, only spurring him on. 

His lips latched onto her clit, sucking on it just the way she liked it. He moaned softly as his tongue assaulted her little bundle of nerves in all the best, most delicious ways. 

She struggled to keep her voice down. No one needed to hear this but them… And maybe the Marimo, though that was mostly Sanji’s opinion. He’d have loved to rub it in his face… Yet, restrained as they were, their moans were enough to fill the small room. 

Her restraint began to falter when Sanji dipped a long, graceful finger inside her, easing it in, bit by bit. With Sanji now knuckle-deep in her, she nearly choked on her strained moan when he began to curl his finger, tickling that sweet spot. He curled and pumped his finger inside her as he continued to lick her clit relentlessly. 

She dipped down to her elbows, and placed a hand over her mouth, trying to tame her voice. But Sanji was having none of that, as he slipped in a second digit, and began pumping them faster. 

“Come on, love,” he hummed. “Let it out, love” he encouraged. “Let me hear that beautiful voice.” His tongue sucked hard on her swollen clit, as his fingers curled to press hard on her soft spot. And she broke… A loud moan escaped past her hands, prompting her to press her palm harder to her lips. But Sanji would not have it, as he continued his ministrations ín force. 

“Sanji,” she managed to choke out. “They’ll… hear- ah! Ah! Sanji!” She could feel a grin tugging at his lips. 

“Hmm? Let them hear us,” he hummed against her. “You just enjoy yourself, love.” 

Sanji felt honoured to be of such intimate service to a woman as precious and radiant as her; honoured to be allowed to dip his sinner’s tongue between her precious folds. And he would do anything and everything in his power to ensure her pleasure. 

“Come on, love,” he urged on. His free hand pinched one of her garter straps. “Let go.” Snap. He let go. The strap snapped against her skin, adding a pleasant sting to his words. “Cum for me…” His fingers curl and pump inside her, hitting her soft spot faster and harder. “Please...” 

The way he was working her cunt - his lips on her flesh, his tongue flicking over her clit, his fingers ruthlessly hitting all the right spots, the way he hummed against her, sending such pleasant shivers up her spine, and those dirty words leaving his pretty lips, giving her goosebumps - made it near impossible to keep her voice down. Her climax was approaching fast. She was panting as she felt that familiar knot form in her belly. Her moans grew louder, as her walls started clenching harder and faster around his fingers. Sanji could tell she was close. 

“Come on, love. Let go,” he urged again. His voice was low, and deep. There was that certain tone he only ever got when they were alone together. He knew it drove her wild. 

Her voice was growing louder - just the way he wanted it to. He snapped her garter strap again. Her walls spasmed. She could feel that knot tightening, threatening to burst. Sanji had to fight back a smirk. She was so close. His fingers rubbed her clit fast. He hummed deeply as he continued to suck and licked her clit. The vibrations rushed through her core, through every nerve, finally pushing her over the edge. 

“Sanji~” Her voice sang out his name on a broken moan as she came undone around his fingers. Sanji chuckled, pleased with himself, as he continued to finger her through her orgasm. His chuckle sent another wave of pleasure to her sensitive core, making her clench even harder around him. Her sweet sounds filled the room as she moaned and panted in ecstasy. 

Sanji pulled his fingers out of her weeping cunt. She was slowly coming down from her high, and he took the opportunity to indulge himself, and dive in, lapping at her nectar. His tongue dragged past her folds a few times, before dipping in to collect as much of her essence on his tongue as he could. 

She was still sensitive from her release. The feeling on his tongue hungrily roaming her insides once more was intense - almost too much. Her fingers clenched at the seat’s cushion. She whimpered as he continued to eat her out for a few more seconds. It was intense, but she knew he loved this part oh so much. And afterall, she didn’t mind it all that much either. She loved the way he revered and adored her. 

He squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed them closer together. His face was a mess by now - coated in her thick, glistening slick - and he loved it that way. He could have done it for days, but the way she whimpered under his touch told him that a few more licks will have had to suffice for now. 

His tongue slipped out of her once more. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief to quickly clean up his face - It wouldn’t do for a gentleman to kiss a lady while smeared so. 

Having cleaned himself up, he tossed the handkerchief on the desk. He watched her as she steadied her breath and regained her composure. She arched her back, stretching like a cat. How graceful she was in all things. Sanji rose to his feet, and she turned around to face him. Their eyes met, and they both smiled at each other - softly, gently, like the love in their hearts.  

“That was so good, darling,” she praised him. Her hand came up to cup his cheek. Her thumb lightly rubbed over his stubble. 

“Only my best for you, cherie,” he responded, while taking his hand in his once more and placing a chaste kiss to her knuckles. 

Leaning in, she beckoned Sanji to kiss her. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss. Her hands caressed his firm chest and arms slowly, sensually. His hands cupped her face, before one of them sank to rest on her lower back. His hand was large, warm, and soothing. It made her feel safe… wanted… like she truly belonged there, in his arms. 

She pressed her lips harder against his. Sanji happily obliged her, and deepened the kiss. Her hands made short work of loosening his dress shirt’s buttons. Her hands roamed over his bare chest, feeling it rise and fall. His breathing was slowly picking up, as was hers. She paused for a few moments over his left breast. She could feel his heart beat firmly in his chest. Though it beat fast, she knew that it beat fast for her, with love, and with desire. Every time she felt his heart beneath her fingertips, or laid her head on his chest, she was reminded of just how deeply one can love another. 

She smiled into the kiss. Her hands resumed their travels, continuing on south - down from his firm chest and to his sculpted abs. His muscles tensed under her touch. Her fingers traced them slowly, feeling the way they dipped and bulged. 

Sanji licked her bottom lip, gently requesting entrance - a request she most happily approved. Her soft lips parted for him, and his tongue entered her mouth slowly. The kiss was slow, yet passionate. Sanji took his time to savour her tongue on his, swallowing the soft moans she gave him. His hands reached down to squeeze her plump ass, and he groaned softly into the kiss. 

One of her hands slipped further down. It trailed lightly over his belt, feigning to hook its fingers in it, before continuing on lower, and settling on his bulge. His hard shaft twitched in his pants under her light touch. She smirked into the kiss. Her hand applied more pressure, and began rubbing up and down his generous length. The roles now reversed, Sanji groaned into her mouth - his cock straining against the constraints of his suit pants. 

Her fingers hooked themselves into his belt, and made short work of his buckle. Then the button… and finally the zipper. Sanji made a somewhat high pitched noise at the newfound freedom. He loved it so much when she undressed him - it just made him feel so wanted. And to be wanted by a woman like her was certainly quite the accomplishment. 

His hands travelled up to cup her face. He meant to do so gently, as a silent ‘I love you’, but the way she shuffled his pants off his hips and grabbed a firm hold of his clothed hard cock, made it hard to contain himself. Sanji took control of the kiss. His lips pressed harder against hers. His mouth became insatiable. He needed her. He needed her in every way conceivable. To love, to cherish, to hold… and to fuck absolutely senseless. 

She melted into the kiss. Melted in his warm, large hands as they trailed over her body, pawing at her every curve. 

It didn’t take her long to yank the boxers off his hips. His pretty cock sprang to attention - long, thick and glistening with precum. Her thumb rubbed over his tip, spreading the precum around, earning her a grateful moan from her man. 

Their mouths parted slowly. They both looked so messy smeared with her lipstick, and a string of drool dangling between their lips. They gazed into each other's eyes. There was love and passion in them - soft as the soothing summer rain, yet wild like the storm. She pecked him on the lips once more before shooting him a look. There was a cheeky grin on her lips, and her eyes spelled mischief. 

“Sit down, love,” she urged, as her hands nudged him towards the bed behind him. 

Sanji obliged, stumbling back, his pants still around his legs. A few shuffles later, he plopped on their soft bed. His hands lingered on her form, running up and down her sides, and rubbing over the soft fabrics that hugged her curves so sinfully. His eyes, turned upward, behold her with an awe that borders on reverence. 

“You are truly majestic, my love. How a man like me could be so blessed, nobody knows,” he murmurs softly. 

She smiled and shook her head at him. Placing her hands on his strong shoulders, she leant in to plant a soft, warm kiss to his swollen lips. 

“I’m the one that’s lucky to have you, darling. And tonight I want to show you just how much I appreciate you,” she whispered against his lips. 

With one more gentle kiss to his lips, she sank to her knees before him. Her hands pulled his boxers and his pants all the way off, and he shuffled them off his feet, tossing them someplace in the room. 

His length stood firm at attention. He could feel her breath slowly fanning over it as she looked up at him. Her warm hand wrapped around his girth, her hand too small to wrap all the way around it. She smiled up at him as she slowly began pumping his cock. 

“Wait,” he said. His hand reached back and grabbed a cushion. Bending forward, he gestured for her to place it under her knees. “Here,” he said, as she allowed him to slip the puffy padding under her, “it wouldn’t do to have you kneeling on the hard floor.” 

Sanji’d always been so soft and caring towards her. 

“Thank you, love,” she murmured, giving him a warm smile. 

Sanji returned the smile, and placed a hand on her head, caressing her hair. 

Her eyes then turned to her work. His tip was still squeezing out tiny droplets of desire. She rubbed the tip, spreading it around. Her head dipped down and began pressing chaste kisses along his length, from the thick bottom, to his pretty, pink tip. 

Sanji sighed, feeling her lips teasingly kissing his shaft. His cock twitched hard when her tongue flattened against the base and traced a long line up to his tip. She teased the tip of his dick, tasting the salty cock droplets. Her lips sucked on the tip, as if trying to get more of it. Then, she set about licking along his length a few more times. It was torture for Sanji, but he was not one to complain. While eager to feel her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, his length sliding down her pretty little throat, a part of him relished the teasing and anticipation. His fingers twitched in her hair, trying to grab it just yet, trying to keep himself composed. 

She judged how long to tease him based on his reactions - his wistful sighs, the tensing muscles in his strong legs, and the way his cock twitched so deliciously in her hand, begging for more. At last, she relented. Her eyes looked up at him as she tentatively wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked gently. Sanji nearly hissed at the feeling. She sucked a little harder, and could feel his fingers twitch in her hair again. 

Gathering some spit in her mouth, she welcomed him in her mouth, slowly inching down along his smooth length. She could hear him sigh above her. His hands now gathered her hair at the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her silky soft locks, keeping them out of her face. 

She’d made it about halfway down when she began slowly bobbing her head. One hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping him in sync with her mouth. The other hand rose to cup his balls and gently fondle them. 

He swallowed dryly and tried to hold back a whimper. This only urged her on to suck on him harder. 

Sanji’s breath was becoming shallower. His cheeks were dusted with such a pretty pink, as he looked down at her head bobbing up and down his length. Her hand would sometimes twist around his cock. Every now and then she would give him a particularly harsh suck, and he would groan. Down below, she took his sighs and groans as compliments and directions. 

His girth was generous and she would sometimes need a small break. In those moments, she would sometimes settle on teasing the soft, pink tip - sucking it, or swirling her tongue over it. Other times, she would pump his full length with both hands. Either way, she would leave him waiting for too long. 

She was quick to show him just how much she appreciated him. Removing a hand from his cock and placing it back on his sack, she dove down along his length, swallowing him whole. 

Her lover gasped at the sudden wave of warmth and pleasure, somewhat surprised to suddenly feel himself sliding down her throat. She held him there for a little while, enjoying the way he moaned helplessly above her. Sanji had always been vocal in bed, and she loved it. Trying to elicit those sounds out of him was something of a competition she had with herself. 

She began moving her head up and down again, sucking as hard as she could along the way, before releasing him from her mouth again with a lewd pop. She was such a mess as she looked up at him, all flushed and panting. A string of drool hung ‘tween her lips and his cock, and Sanji was quite convinced there were few sights more obscene than this. His cock was covered in her spit. Her once painted lips had left a red ring around the thick base of his cock, a reminder of how deep she’d gone. Sanji’s heart skipped a beat when he looked at her like that. Even after all this time, he sometimes still could not believe his luck. He felt beyond special to have such an effervescent beauty on her knees for him, sucking him off. 

She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes. There was still that smile on her face, as if silently asking ‘Is this good enough for you?’ It was about to drive him mad. 

“You are too good for me, ma cherie,” he muttered, and she grinned, diving back down. She insisted on giving him her best shot. Even if it often made her choke and gag, it didn’t matter. Hell, judging by his sounds, the vibrations must have been quite nice for him. Or maybe it was the sound of her choosing his fat cock over the oxygen she needed to breathe? 

Drool coated her fist, and dripped down towards his balls. His breaths were shallow and ragged. His legs trembled, and she could feel his balls tightening. He was close to cumming. She could feel it. And she wanted to taste it.  

Though struggling, she tried to keep up the pace - bobbing, and sucking, pumping as needed. It was no easy task, but it was worth it to see the look on his face when she swallowed his milk. 

Sanji moaned above her. His one hand grabbed a hold of her hair, while his other hand clutched the sheets. She bobbed her head faster, trying to take him as deeply as she could without gagging too much. Her mouth threatened to suck the very life right out of him in the most deliciously zealous way. When she moaned around his cock, it was game over. He throbbed in her hand, and twitched in her mouth. His cum spurted into her mouth as she continued to pump him through his orgasm. A strangled gasp left his lips as he tried to steady his breath, as his hand slowly caressed her head. 

Once he stopped twitching, she released his spent cock from her mouth and looked up to him with a smile. His eyes gazed down at her with the most tender expression; love, admiration, and gratitude written all over his handsome features. 

She opened her mouth. His breath stopped and his body tensed with a new wave of arousal as he looked at the salty white liquid that filled her pretty mouth. She then swallowed heavily, not taking his eyes off him for a second. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her pretty little throat twitch as she swallowed his load. Her fingers came up to gingerly dab the corners of her mouth - her thumb brushing lightly against one corner of her lips, then her ring finger against the other. She was breathtaking. 

She slowly rose to her feet and placed her hands on his shoulders. His gaze followed her, mesmerised. 

“Lay back, love,” she instructed, as her hands gently pushed down on his strong shoulders. Sanji did as he was told. Who was he to disobey his lady, especially when she was being so very persuasive? 

With him flat against the mattress, she wasted no time climbing on top of him, her thick thighs straddling him. Her hands roamed every inch of his chiselled, exposed torso, as she leant down and captured his lips in a fervent kiss. 

Sanji grabbed her shoulders, pushing her upright and following suit. His hands desperately tugged at his shirt, trying to shake it off his shoulders. Catching on, she rushed to help. The more skin exposed, the better. They quickly managed to dispose of his shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room, and resuming position. Her hands pushed him back down on the bed, while his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer. 

The kiss was growing more and more heated. Lips dancing against each other’s, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Sanji ground up against her; his hard length pressing and rubbing against her slick, wet folds.

 She broke the kiss, leaving his still hungry lips hanging, and quickly  latched on to his neck, kissing, sucking, and licking down, along his neck, collar bones, and chest. 

His hands roamed her sides, tracing the smooth curves over her body. He enjoyed the contrast between her bare skin and the intricate designs of the lingerie still enclosing her hips, her waist, her legs. 

Jolting up, and arching her back, she ground her heat over his cock. She moaned at the friction, and panted lightly as she smiled down at him.

“Ready for the main course?” she asked.There was a frenzied look on her face as she looked down at him - anticipation, no doubt. She could feel him twitch against her. 

“Oh, I could not be more ready,” he rasped, as he reached up to cup the back of her head and pull her down in an ardent kiss. His free hand reached down, and positioned his cock at her entrance. She was practically dripping for him. He prodded her entrance, always making sure she wasn’t forcing it. He moaned into the kiss. Her walls clamped hard around him, before letting up again. 

“You doing alright, love?” he asked. No matter how many times they did this, his concern for her well-being and satisfaction would never cease, nor diminish. 

“Mmm~,” she hummed, as she rose up again and dragged a hand through her dishevelled hair. “I am more than alright,” she assured him, right before her hips pressed down on him; her needy cunt swallowing his length whole, the sudden feeling making them both gasp loudly. 

“Gods,” he gasped, as his hands grabbed her ass. “Ah~” His head fell back against the mattress. “You’re so. fucking . tight!” he hissed between his teeth, as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh. She could only moan in response, as her walls clenched around him, still adjusting to his sizeable girth. Sanji, too, could use the moment to steady himself - wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady, now, would he? 

They laid there for a moment or two, in each other’s embrace, as they caught their breath and adjusted to one another. Their eyes then met - there was that same frenzied, hungry look in them. A small smile twisted on her lips in a blend of sweet love and unadulterated lust. A nod of her head was all he needed - his hips pulled back slowly, then pushed back up into her heat. Her hips met his tempo, bouncing herself up and down his length as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Moans and sighs were muffled by their kiss. The slapping sounds of skin on skin echoes off the walls of their bedroom. One’s drool in the other’s mouth. One’s sweat on the other’s body. One’s juices blending with their lover’s. 

The heat was rising. The tempo picked up. Fingers dug deeper in each other’s flesh - her nails clawed at his chest; his fingers dug into her hips as he helped bounce her up and down his cock. Her juices coated him completely. Sanji admired the way sweat started dripping down her neck… pooling between her plump and glistening breasts as they bounced around for him. But there was only so far she could go. She could not keep up with the pace any longer - her legs were tired, her body felt heavy. Sanji noticed, and stilled her hips, pulling them down on him. He smiled at her. 

“You’ve done far more than enough, my love,” he said. His hand reached up and gently grasped her chin between his fingers. He guided her down to his lips, meeting her halfway in a soft kiss. “It’s time I took good care of my lady,” he said softly, placing one more kiss to her lips, before flipping her on her back. He never once broke their union - it would have been sacrilegious. 

Sanji wasted no time resuming their dance. His pace was steady, moderate, as he leaned down to kiss her. 

“Sanji,” she sighed. “Please~ I need more…”

She didn’t need to ask him twice. 

Sanji carefully grabbed her thighs, and lifted them slowly. His warm lips pressed soft kisses to the sides of her knees as he eyed her, checking for any signs of discomfort. But the deeper angle only made her sigh in pleasure and drop her head back on the pillow. This was good. 

Sanji smiled to himself as he watched her face twist in pleasure. He could do this all night, just to see her like that. And he loved to hear the way his name would fall from her swollen lips in broken moans or breathy whispers; the way she chanted his name and his praises; the way she begged for more, as if in prayer. 

Indeed, it had come thus far. He hadn’t even noticed how his pace had picked up, but she clearly had - there was no doubt that she’d forgotten all about being quiet… or perhaps no longer cared? Her cries filled the room as his cock bullied her G-spot.

“Sa- Sa- Ah! Sanji! Sanji! Oh! Harder! F-Fuck- Fuck me- Harder!” 

Sanji leaned a little heavier on her legs, propping them closer to her chest, fucking her still deeper. He leaned down, their foreheads nearly touching, their breaths mixing as they panted and moaned and groaned in unison. Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck. A sheen of sweat was starting to form on his brow as he pounded her harder. The heat was steadily rising. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him against her body. Her cunt was so tight, so welcoming, so… greedy for him. 

“My gods, I love you,” he groaned in her ear, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. 

She was past the point of stringing words together - every sound coming from her pretty throat a wanton cry begging for more as her fingers clawed at his back. 

Sanji was mesmerised by her - the pretty sounds she made, the way her breasts bounced so sensually before him with every impact, the way she was so needy for him and only him, the way he’d reduced her to this moaning, screaming mess. 

The room was filled with their pleasure - their moans and cries, the sounds of her soppy cunt, and his balls slapping against her ass, the smell of sweat and sex, the growing heat… It wasn’t all that long until her walls started clenching around him. Sanji sucked a breath in. She was threatening to pull him over the edge, but he had to hold back - hold until he knew she’d come.But it was hard… So damn hard… 

“I - I’m so close!” she cried out. Sanji groaned in response. He was giving it his all and then some. His hands grasped her shoulders for leverage, aiming to go as deep as he could. 

With a broken moan she came undone beneath him, her slick coating his cock and forming a white ring around the thick base. She looked so pretty like that - her lips parted in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Sanji kept fucking her through her orgasm. His pace was growing frenzied as he searched for his own. He was so close… So close! He needed to be deep - as deep as he could - when he pumped her full of his milky white seed. 

And there he was, coming just shortly after her. Her body’d gone limp in bliss underneath him; the biggest smile on her face - all blissed out. Her legs trembled around his waist as his thrusts stuttered. He pushed into her a few more times, pumping his cum into her greedy cunt, then slowed down. 

He placed his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes. This had to be the very height of love; the closest that two souls could get to becoming one - their sweat, their cum, their breaths all mixing, as they gazed into each other’s eyes. They say the eyes are windows to the soul… And Sanji could remember ever having seen such a bright and beautiful soul before in his life. 

Silence fell over them as they slowly came down from their highs. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. 

“I love you,” he whispered, breaking the silence, and his lips found hers in a long, sweet kiss - gentle, tender and full of love. 

When their lips parted, she looked up at him with a sweet smile. 

“Are you ready, love?” she asked softly. She knew she had to ask it - if it had been for Sanji, he probably wouldn’t have pulled out ever again. And Sanji knew it too… 

 Sanji nodded. “You know I’ll never be ready. So it’s up to you, love,” he said with a small smile, and a hint of amusement on his face. 

She giggled and nodded at him. Sanji shifted his weight around, and he slowly pulled out of her. Watching his seed seep out of her twitching cunt was a sight to behold; a sight he’d never tire of. A part of him was considering trying to go for another round, but the look on her face told him she was spent for the night. ‘And what a perfectly wonderful night it’s been,’ he thought to himself. 

Standing up, Sanji headed to the faucet in their little en-suite bathroom. When they decided to move in together, Sanji asked Franky if he could arrange some privacy for them, which Franky was happy to puzzle out. 

He grabbed a soft wash-cloth and turned on the tap, letting it run warm for a moment. He washed himself in the low basin with warm water and soap, then returned to her with the warm, damp cloth. 

She was still laying on the bed; her legs still somewhat open. The flush on her skin was starting to wear off. 

Sanji sat down on the bed and began cleaning her up. He did this every time. Of course she could do it herself, but he always insisted that it was the least he could do for her and the truth was that she enjoyed the extended intimacy. 

She’d watch him clean her up - always so careful of hurting her - and talk to him in hushed tones about this or the other, blending in sweet nothings wherever she could. He was just so good to her. 

When he was done, he went and placed the cloth on the edge of the sink, and made haste to return to her. 

“Shall I get you your nightgown, love?” he asked, noticing the goosebumps on her skin. 

“I don’t think I’ll need it with you by my side,” she answered, getting under the blankets and holding them open for him to join. 

Sanji smiled at her. Smiled to himself. He’d never imagined such a love was possible - certainly not for him. And yet, here they were - more in love than the poets could verse. 

He made his way to the bed and crawled in beside her. He turned the lights out from the switch by the bedside. 

She turned around and pulled her hair back. Sanji slipped an arm under her head, while his other arm went to pull her closer. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent - perfume, and sweat… and him. 

Her hips shuffled around, pushing back against his. “You know,” she started, “the early hours are particularly cold… I might need some extra help to stay warm in the morning,” he mused, and she could feel Sanji’s soldier rise up to attention again. 

Tag list: @sampaisleyriot Not sure which of the guys you were waiting for (if any in particular), but I hope you like it :)

[repulsiveliquidation]

Time Difference

Switch! Alexia Putellas x Bottom! Leah Williamson x Top! Reader

Part 2 of Time Consuming

word count : 4k

warnings : none? fluffier that usual lol have fun. I will say I’m not the happiest with this one but no one’s perfect.

“Fuck, Y/N!” yelled Leah, fingers pumping out of her pussy frantically as she fucked herself on the phone with you and Alexia. You were holding Alexia in your arms, legs hooked over hers to keep her legs open as your fingers pumped in and out of her at the same time.

Laptop propped up at the foot of the bed, Alexia squirmed and moaned loudly. Her legs fought yours, wanting so badly to close off and kick up in pleasure. You were stronger, pinning her legs open wide for Leah to watch. Leah was listening more than watching, her headphones on as you and Ale shared one each. The mics picked up EVERYTHING. Every little whine, every dirty word you said to Alexia, you were saying to Leah. She heard the sloppy squelch of Alexia’s pussy, her wet mess echoing into each earpiece.

Alexia was keening, hands grabbing the sheets that looked close to ripping. Leah threw her head back with a loud thud, lips begging for you to let her cum. Alexia began to beg too, tears brimming in her eyes. They fell, her chest heaving as she held her orgasm back.

“Leah, eyes on Alexia,” you instructed, leaning into Alexia’s ear.

“Look at her, Ale. Doesn’t our girl look so pretty?” Alexia nods frantically, your free hand wrapping around her neck. She whined loudly, melting back into your arms. She was trembling hard now, Leah’s eyes and hers locked onto each other.

“Doesn’t Ale look so sexy, Lee? She’s trembling so.” Leah huffed frustratedly, her three fingers grazing over her sweet spot as her other hand fondled her swollen clit. She couldn’t hold on for much longer, lips begging once again for her well-earned release.

“Cum.” You said deeply, both of them letting go and reaching their mind-numbing highs. The hand around Alexia’s neck tightened, her body shuddering deeply as her eyes sunk back into her head. You looked at the laptop, grinning maniacally when you saw that Leah too had her hand around her neck. Leah pulled her fingers out of herself just as you did Ale, desperately taking deep breaths to calm down. You kiss Alexia’s damp hair, rubbing your palms over her rigid thighs.

“Leah darling, you with me?” you ask, pulling Ale into your lap how she liked. She was always needier after sex, wanting to be close to either one of you after she came. You pull the laptop closer, softly rubbing Alexia’s back as Leah sits up with a dazed look on her face.

“Leah?”

“Mm…”

“Talk to me.”

Alexia began to softly kiss your neck, your hands softly squeezing her ass. She giggled, pressing more kisses on your neck.

“I’m good, still here.”

“Good girl, have you got that bottle of water nearby like I asked?”

“Yes.”

“Have half, please?”

You reach over and grab one that you had over on the nightstand, opening it for Alexia. She quietly sipped, turning back around to face the camera to talk to Leah.

“You okay, Lee?” she asked softly, leaning back into your arms.

Leah nods, laying back on her bed. She started to giggle, setting a slight orgasm high Ale into a fit of giggles. You laugh too, resting your chin on Alexia’s shoulder as the giggling turns into full-blown laughter. You’re wiping away tears, looking at Leah with fond eyes.

“Lee? Bath time, yeah? We can set the laptop up like last time if you want.”

She sits up, palm holding her head up.

“Yes please.”

//

“No, Leah! You can’t be serious!”

“She stole my smiley potatoes! Right off my plate!”

“That doesn’t warrant extra laps at training!”

“Katie McCabe deserved it.”

“You need a palate cleanser. Our freezer only has those unhealthy things because we love you.”

The bathroom echoes with laughter, both you and Alexia sunken in the bath as Leah did the same over in London. Alexia caught the sad flicker in Leah’s eyes when she felt your lips kiss her neck softly in the bath.

“Lee,” the Barça captain called, “I miss you.”

You stop your kisses, looking at the screen. Leah looked like she was about to cry.

“Couple more days, baby. We miss you so much. It’s not the same without you here, yeah?”

Leah smiled, and both you and Alexia smiled back sighing happily.

“Alright girls, bedtime. Any longer in the bath, we’d have soaked up more water than our bodies need.”

//

“Did you seriously make a sign for her, Ale?”

“Hey, my girlfriend is coming from England to my home, I don’t want her getting lost.”

“Ale, she’s here every other week.”

“And I’ve lived here my whole life, I still get lost! I don’t want Leah to.”

“I saw your sign clear as day, Ale. Won’t get lost, I promise.”

Alexia looked towards the direction of that voice, ending the argument she was having with Lucy. You were already engulfing Leah in a big hug, her bags forgotten to the side. Alexia hugged the both of you, kissing Leah’s forehead softly. You pull back, grabbing her face and kissing her softly. Alexia was next, giving Leah a tight hug before pecking her lips gently. She whispered, “Missed you,” taking her bag and her hand, walking ahead of you. Lucy and Kiera hugged their national teammate, walking with Leah’s other bags towards your car.

All loaded up, you drove back into town for lunch with the team. Everyone had gotten to know Leah better since she started dating you and Ale, having already known her from the years of playing together it was a seamless transition.

The restaurant was buzzing, having blocked off a section for a little privacy. Everyone welcomed Leah with open arms, never making her feel out of place. Alexia was a little protective of Leah, her arm wrapped around her shoulders the whole time. María was in deep conversation with her, Ingrid listening very intently to your girlfriend talking about football. You had your hand resting on Alexia’s thigh, Leah’s hand holding yours as you chatted with the girls. The food was delicious, and everyone added this new place to the roster of approved team bonding locations. Leah, the defender with the palate of a 5-year-old, still managed to get her fix of a bland chicken sandwich this time.

Waving goodbye, the three of you decided to take a walk in the park nearby. Alexia suggested getting ice cream, stating that she knew a little hidden spot where she used to go as a child. After securing three large cones with very different flavor choices (a/n I stand by my statement earlier, mint chocolate chip is the best flavor, and if I hear a PEEP about it being like toothpaste istg.)

Slurping the rapidly melting cones, the warm Barcelona afternoon brought a gentle breeze that was cooling. Kids were playing on the swings, another group of them kicking around a football. Alexia’s eyes shone with a glint of hope, her fingers tapping on her knee, anxiously wanting to ask you both a question.

“Can we play?”

You look at her a little surprised. Leah stops trying to shove the last bit of her ice cream cone into her mouth when it clearly won’t fit.

“Play what?” you ask, looking towards where she’s looking. You smile, Leah rejoices beside you, successfully shoving the cone into her mouth. You look at her and shake your head, she smiles messily.

“Want to challenge them to a three vs. however many?”

“Oh hell yeah.”

Quickly finishing the last bits of your ice cream, you walk over to the group of boys playing football. You notice that one girl is trying to play with them, looking about 8 years old, and is being told to go away. Leah gives you a look, and you reciprocate, Alexia already over there challenging the boys to a match. They immediately start shit-talking when the little girl comes over and tugs at your shirt.

“Hola, Soy Y/N. ¿Cómo te llamas?”

“María.” Alexia walks over with Leah following her. She bends down to the little girl's height.

"Mi mejor amiga se llama María, es muy buena en el fútbol. ¿Lo estás?”

“Sí!”

“Want to be on our team then?” Leah asks with her hands on her hips. María nods deftly, joining the three of you in the middle.

"¿Ustedes están listos para perder?"

//

After scoring about 15 to nothing, the boys begged Alexia to let them leave. She did eventually, with a warning to let everyone who wanted to be able to play football. María pulls a woman over to you, jumping up excitedly.

“They let me play, Mama!”

Her mother looks at you three with a smile, her smile suddenly turning into a little shock. She kneels beside María, a knowing smile on her face.

“Do you know who these chicas are, bebé? That’s Y/N L/N, Leah Williamson, and Alexia Putellas.”

María takes a good look at Alexia. She lights up, jumping up and down again, barreling into Alexia for a hug. Alexia laughs and gives her a tight hug, picking her up into her arms.

“You’re my favorite player ever, Alexia,” María tells her, mumbling her little confession into her neck. Alexia visibly melts, putting María down gently.

“You’re my favorite bebita, you were so good today.”

After signing her shirt and getting a picture, María gleefully bounded home with her mother. Alexia looked extremely pleased, noticing the lovesick smiles you and Leah had on your faces.

“You’re so good with kids,” Leah tells her, holding her hand as you take her other.

“It was hot babe, you’re a natural,” you say, rubbing her forearm softly.

She blushes, face going very visibly red. She lets go of both your hands, running to the car.

You catch her, hugging her tight. Leah grabs her face and kisses her, their lips moving slowly together. Alexia pulls away from Leah and turns to face you, kissing you the same way. The sun was setting, a soft orange hue all around you. It was the perfect day, Alexia’s hands taking one of yours and one of Leah’s. She whispers, pulling Leah closer only for the two of you to hear.

“Please take me home.”

//

Shoving the key into the lock was the most frustrating thing to do and it always seemed to be the hardest task when you’re sexually frustrated and need to get inside QUICK. Leah was kissing Alexia in the hallway, knee already between her legs as Alexia ground down on her.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, finally!”

Rushing in, the two girls almost run inside, clothes strewn everywhere. They were naked when they got to the bedroom, you were kicking off your pants and had your fingers on your hips to pull your underwear down. They’re making out like their lives depended on it, Ale flipping Leah over onto her back. She looked a little uncertain, more used to being in Leah’s position. Leah looked unfazed, fondly gazing up at Alexia. She looked back at you like a deer in headlights, beginning to scoot back off of Leah. Leah grabs her hand and opens her mouth before you can, voice as affectionate as she could. A voice she reserved for Alexia and you.

“Do what feels right, baby.”

Alexia looked down at her, eyes softening before filling with determination. She nods, crashing her lips onto Leah’s. You climb onto the bed, hands immediately finding Alexia’s waist. You settle behind Alexia as she leans back into you. She’s straddling Leah, Leah caresses her hips and thighs with the same loving smile on her face.

“Do you maybe want to try fucking her, sweetheart? She’d look so pretty on your cock,” you ask Alexia as Leah’s hands find yours and intertwine on Alexia’s thighs. Alexia’s eyes change, and her big hands (a/n everyone’s seen the TikTok by now lol) grasp Leah’s small waist. She leans down, kissing up Leah’s chest. Her voice turns sultry, mere decibels above a whisper.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Leah? I haven’t had your pussy in a while, bebita.”

Leah keens, nodding her head softly as her lips beg Alexia for her cock. Alexia smiles, looking back at you for approval.

“She’s all yours, darling. Did you want me to do anything?”

Alexia has that deer-in-the-headlights look again as she reaches into the drawer for her rarely used strap. She smiles wide before nodding, clambering back onto the bed between Leah’s legs.

“Want you to hold Leah like you hold me when we’re on the phone with her. I think she deserves to know how good it feels.”

Alexia leans in for a kiss, lips locked in deep. Your hands find their place on Leah’s breasts, kneading them hard as Alexia moves her lips lower to your neck. You groan as your fingers flick over Leah’s hardened nipples. Alexia pulls away breathlessly, biting her lip as she settles between Leah’s legs. You too sit back and pull Leah between your legs, holding her down the same way she saw you do to Alexia. You brush her baby hair out of her face, kissing her softly. Alexia begins to slowly drag her nails down Leah’s abs, kissing softly at the England captain's skin.

Alexia bites dark hickeys all over her chest as your hands caress and fondle her breasts. Your legs have locked Leah’s in place as she squirms all over the place. Alexia suddenly turns stern and slaps her thigh, her captain's voice low and serious.

“Don’t move.”

Leah nods softly and stops her squirming, an impressed look on your face paired with a proud smile. Alexia looks up at you again for approval, you give her a nod and an encouraging smile that Leah whines at.

“J-Just fuck me already…!”

“Don’t ask me, love. Ask Ale. I’m sure she’ll say yes if you say please.”

“Please Ale, fuck me!”

“Not yet, cariño. I want to taste you first.”

Alexia dives in, licking at Leah’s core hard and fast. It makes Leah struggle and whine, the defender putting up a valiant fight to get out of your hold. You’re again stronger, pinning her down for Alexia to devour.

Alexia spreads Leah open nicely, giving you an enticing view of Leah’s glistening folds and her tongue that flicks lazily over her clit. Leah cries out for Alexia, to which she coos and drags her fingers over the English woman’s folds.

A finger pushes itself in slowly, Alexia’s lips tight around Leah’s clit. She sucks and sucks and sucks, finger pumping in and out of her rhythmically. One very quickly becomes three, fingertips dragging over her spot hard and fast. Leah has flashbacks to the other night, when she witnessed your fingers inside Alexia doing the same thing to her. Leah grabs the sheets, just like Alexia did, crying out to both of you begging to cum.

“You’re so wet, cariño. Were you this wet when we were on the phone that night? I think so, you sound the same. Such noisy squelching, wasn’t it Y/N?”

“Yes, she does sound the same. Do you like Alexia’s fingers, Leah? Tell her.” you whisper the last bit into Leah’s ear, hands caressing her abs gently.

“I-I love your fingers, Ale!”

“Sí bebita, you’re getting so close to coming no?”

“Please, please!”

“Can she come, Y/N?”

Leah groans hoarsely, looking up at you desperately holding back her orgasm. You nod curtly and Leah lets go. She comes hard, thighs quivering and convulsing as you slowly release her from your hold. Alexia’s fingers are relentless, helping Leah ride out her orgasm.

She pulls them out once Leah calms and begins to wince, shoving them straight into her mouth. She sucks them clean as you and Leah watch, your fingers dipping briefly between Leah’s legs to have a taste of your own. Leah moans loudly, eyes flickering between you and Alexia, unable to decide who will be the death of her.

Alexia leans over to kiss you again, the taste of Leah strong on both your tongues. She pulls away, crashing her lips on Leah’s softly.

“You’re so delicious, mi cielo. Ready for my cock, sí?”

“Fuck Ale, please…”

Alexia helps Leah move in the middle of the bed. You sit on the side, watching them carefully. It had been a while since Alexia topped last, preferring to be treated like the pillow princess she was. You and Leah were more than happy to indulge her, giving her what she needed since her job and responsibilities often stressed her out. You could feel that she was slightly nervous about fucking Leah, afraid that her lack of practice would make her a bad fuck. You immediately sat beside her, giving her tummy a little rub that she liked.

“Don’t need to be nervous, you’ll be great.” Leah caressed her thighs gently, smiling up at her.

“Hurry up and fuck me good, yeah?” Alexia lines herself up with Leah, teasing the tip in gently before filling Leah in one smooth motion. Leah choked slightly at the sudden intrusion, grasping onto Alexia’s thighs tightly.

Leah hiked her legs back and with the help of Alexia, had them pressed deep and wide. Alexia’s whole cock slipped in and out of the with deep strokes, your praises in Alexia’s ear spurring her on. Filthy phrases left your lips and into Alexia’s ear, breaking her down right with Leah. Her hips never once faltered though, obediently pounding into Leah’s sloppy pussy.

Your fingers shoved themselves into Alexia’s mouth with orders to suck; once wet they found themselves between your legs to swipe through your soaked folds. Slipping two wet fingers into yourself, you chased your high as Leah and Alexia watched shamelessly. Alexia’s thrusts began to slow, her focus shifting from Leah to you. You stopped touching yourself, eyes staring into hers.

“Did I tell you to stop fucking her, Ale?”

She shakes her head vigorously.

“Do it again and you’re both not coming anymore tonight.”

Her grip on Leah tightened and her pace quickened, pounding Leah into the mattress as she tried to watch you. Your fingers moved into Leah’s awaiting mouth which she sucked on hard. Spreading out a little more than earlier, three fingers slipped themselves easier into your throbbing pussy. Alexia moans watching, hips faltering as she barreled towards her high. Leah was too, nimble fingers slipping momentarily into her mouth before circling her sensitive clit. Alexia bent over and suckled on Leah’s breasts; they were known to be her favorite set.

You didn’t know who came first, moans of everyone’s names echoed in the room. It was melodious, a symphony of passion and ecstasy.

Leah panted deeply, hands pressed to her face as she broke out in a fit of giggles. Alexia pulled out and bit her lip, starting to giggle too. You grinned and licked your lips, kissing a giggling Leah with difficulty. Alexia was easier, her lips molding to yours perfectly every time.

That was how it was kissing them. Leah’s lips felt like fireworks, new and exciting. Alexia’s lips felt like home, familiar and comforting.

You reached under your pillow, grabbing your harness to pull on. Alexia pulled hers off, scooting away from Leah with a soft peck to your shoulder. Kissing down Leah’s chest, you bit new marks in places that Alexia missed. Sucking on her breast, you pinched at the other, making her moan softly. She was a little more sensitive there than Alexia, responding to every fondle with a whiny moan.

“Ready for me now, baby girl?”

She nodded. Alexia leaned in and kissed Leah, just as you pushed your cock into her. Leah moaned into Alexia’s mouth, she threw her head back and couldn’t keep her sounds contained as you weren’t as lenient as Alexia. Your hips were rough and deep, hitting her sweet spot almost immediately. You had your eyes focused on where you both were connected, not seeing that Alexia had clambered onto Leah’s face facing you. She reached back and grabbed Leah’s blonde hair, pulling hard as she ground her pussy down on her face. Leah groaned into Alexia’s core, arms wrapped tight around her muscular thighs. Alexia tapped your shoulder, your head shot up, eyes met with a beautiful sight before you. Leah was noisily slurping at Alexia’s folds, Alexia puckered at you, asking for a kiss. Speeding up your thrusts to spur Leah, you grab Alexia’s face and kiss her passionately. You lick deep into Alexia’s mouth, reaching down to spank her ass.

She whines, sucking on your tongue hard. She grasps at Leah’s waist to stabilize herself, her face tucked into your neck as she desperately tries to ride Leah’s tongue. She gets a grip on herself, leaning back and grinding hard on Leah, chasing her high. Leah could easily let herself die here, she’d be a happy woman.

Her slender fingers slip into Alexia’s begging-to-be-filled hole, causing Ale to gasp and ride her fingers while Leah suckles on her folds. A chorus of groans fills the room, the three of you almost at your peak. Alexia leans in again, puckered lips ready for you to satisfy. You kiss her hard, fucking into Leah with more determination.

Leah comes first this time, already sensitive from her first two orgasms. Alexia follows 10 seconds later, gripping your arms tight as she practically goes boneless on top of Leah. One last thrust into Leah gives you what you need, cumming hard just as Leah begins to beg you to stop because of the oversensitivity.

Alexia climbs off Leah immediately presses her lips to hers. They kiss passionately, and you pull out of Leah and watch them for a bit. Alexia looks utterly infatuated, a look that she’s given you dozens of times after sex. You decide to leave them for a bit, going into the bathroom to start a shower. Throwing in a shower steamer and turning down the lights, you walk back into the room to find them both cuddling with each other.

“Come on darlings, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Alexia takes it upon herself to carry Leah into the bathroom. She sets her down in the shower, immediately grabbing her face and kissing her. Leah giggles softly, kissing her back gently. You saunter in behind them, pulling Leah closer to you. She reaches back and tucks a hand behind your head, your lips biting little hickeys along her neck. Your hands knead her flesh, massaging her sore thighs gently as Alexia lathers her up in body wash. You work on her hair next, scratching her scalp exactly how you knew she enjoyed it. Alexia was next, Leah insisting on shampooing the Spaniard. You scrubbed her clean, Leah rinsing her hair out while making sure not to get soap in her eyes. They worked on you last, Alexia massaging your head while she worked the conditioner into your hair, Leah having too much fun making sure the loofah scrubbed every inch of skin she knew about.

An hour later, skincare routines were completed and hair care was done, you called for a couple of pizzas for dinner. Alexia took back her needy-after-sex title, face smushed into Leah’s stomach as she watched the men’s Arsenal game Leah had put on.

“Why are we watching this?” she grumbled into Leah’s (yours) hoodie.

“Because my boys are playing.”

“Ale, just enjoy the football. It’s an important game for Arsenal in the Premier League.”

A minute later, you felt the need to clarify something.

“If it makes you feel better, I still want them to lose since I am a Manchester United fan.” (a/n I have been since I was a kid.)

Alexia laughs, snuggling closer into Leah’s stomach with a smile. Leah shoots you a sharp look, instead running her fingers through the Catalan’s damp hair, slowly Alexia becomes more and more interested in the game.

The pizza got there 20 minutes after you called, sharing a meat lover pizza with your girls was the perfect way to make up for the time difference.