#location home photoshoot

[ride-a-cow-boy]

Palazzo Sophia Celestiale | location home photoshoot. Wooyung NSW, Australia.

[sharmerika]

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I absolutely adore Midcentury homes

Hmm, the link is broken on this one

[sisusquid]

Managed to finish my Medic cosplay before PAX West!! It is surprisingly comfy, but extremely warm

Next step: find a cool photoshoot location for when I get home; any ideas for locations you think would suit Medic?

[sleepinghypnos]

ITZY Yuna & Chaeryeong x Male Reader (OC)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Cheating, Threesome (kinda?), Facefuck, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Female Idol x Male Reader.

People view you as one of the outstanding bodyguard in the industry, many labels hired you because of your efficiency and strict rules on protecting the client. 

But you don't stay in a single label for too long. The longest you've been with your client is a month and you'll go with another K-pop group not long after your schedule. 

You got call from your security agency, well from the president herself. She told you to come to the office in the afternoon and so you did.

You knocked on the door and a woman greeted you with a smile. The President's Secretary, she showed the way and you saw the woman who called you. Ms. Park Eun-ji.

"Oh, you're here! Sit down." she said and you bowed as you greet her. "Good afternoon Madam!"

"So, we have a hiring request from JYP. They said they want a bodyguard for ITZY, it looks like the number of sasaeng stalking the girls have doubled in the past. They were worried about the safety of their idols thats why they contacted us." She said, "That is the reason why i decided to send the "Guardian" to help them.”

You chuckled in your mind because your name Kim Suho can be translated into 'Guardian'

"I don't have any problem working with anyone madam." 

"It's a deal then, you'll work with them and please make sure they are safe from those stupid miscreants." 

"You can start tomorrow in the morning, make sure you are not late. You can leave now." Miss Park dismissed you, of course you bowed again before leaving. 

–

You got up because of the alarm, it's your first day being the bodyguard of ITZY. You packed your things including clothes and other necessities. 

On the way to the designated location of the client, you read the information regarding the said group. ITZY became a ‘Monster Rookie’ because they won their first music show, eight days after their debut, since then their fame has been accumulating until the stage in the foreign countries opened for them, as they muster fame they also gain crazy fans that stalked them to their own home. 

Your mission now is to protect them, it is not new to you since you’ve been doing this for years now, it’s been a long ride and you arrived in the private home that JYP allocated them. There’s two guards in the gates, they have two manager here as well. 

“Good morning!” you greeted the guards and they let you enter the premises. The girls are waiting for you in the front door. They have smiles in their faces, it looks like they are happy about having a personal bodyguard with them. 

“Good morning, Oppa!” they greet you simultaneously. 

"Good morning! My name is Kim Suho, i'm going to be with you indefinitely. I'll be in you care!" You greeted them back and they proceed to go inside the house because it’s still early in the morning. Before you went inside you made sure that the surrounding was clear first and nothing seems out-of-place. You have a room for yourself here in the house, as you are their bodyguard you need to be with them all of the time even if their work is already over. Only the managers are allowed to go home. 

The girls have a photoshoot later in the morning, all of them were preparing for it. Since you are already prepared for the day, you are just waiting for the girls to finish their breakfast and wait for them to get ready. 

“Oppa do you have a girlfriend?” Chaeryeong asked, you shook your head as an answer. “I told you he doesn’t have any!” Ryujin said while lightly tapping her co-member Chaeryeong’s shoulder. 

“Does any of you is in a relationship?” i asked to just make conversation with them. 

"Aside from Yuna and Ryujin Unnie all of us are single." Chaeryeong replied. 

"Does your boyfriends aware about your situation?" They nodded as an answer. 

…

The ITZY members are already prepared and ready to go for their photoshoot. The managers put the things they need in the van, you noticed how Yuna kept on looking at you. 

She's been like that after breakfast. Looking at you secretly and she taught you didn't know. The managers are in the other van and you accompany the girls in theirs. 

The Vans that the Korean Celebrities and Idols usually use has partition. The driver seat won't be able to see the passengers. 

It makes the artists and idols more comfortable during the ride. You are seated in the back of the van and coincidentally, Yuna is seated beside you. 

"Are you okay? You've been looking at me since earlier." You paused. "Is there anything thats bothering you?"

She didn't answer but she suddenly put her hands on your crotch. "Sana Unnie said that yours is really big." She whispered in your ear and her hand keeps on feeling your semi erect cock in your pants.

This girl really is naughty. I felt a familiar feeling when she brought my cock out and started stroking it. Yuna knelt infront of you, the space inside the van is spacious enough for her to kneel. "This is not big. It's HUGE!" When she had a closed-up look on your cock.

Yuna didn't hesitate to put your rod inside her mouth, the idol started bobbing her head while making sure that the other members don't notice it. 

Yuna doesn't have many experience because you feel it. "You are not used on big dicks are you?" As you cupped her cheek to tell her to stop. 

The ITZY member nodded. "My boyfriend's isn't even close with yours!" 

And with that you snapped. You hold the poor girls head and impale her throat with your dick making her choke on it. 

Only half of your dick is enough to make this little slut choked. Her eyes started rolling back and she's drooling all over your balls. 

You didn't even bother looking at the other members because all of them has headphones on. 

"gwock.. gwock.. gwock.." gagging sound filled the back of the van, you didn't even give any fuck if they are eavesdropping or not. 

Yuna keep bobbing her head and using her tongue to lick your tip, you feel like you’re already cumming. So you hold her head once again and pushed it against your dick letting your cum explode inside the idols mouth. 

"Where's your phone?" You asked. She pointed at her purse and reached for her phone in it. She gave it to you and open the camera and started recording. 

"You're a cheating little slut aren't you?" Yuna nodded while her mouth is still full of your cum. "Show it to me, and swallow all of it" you commanded and she obeyed. 

The idol showcased the cum in her mouth and swallowed it, she even showed her mouth after swallowing it. 

Yuna licked clean your rod and went back to her seat beside you. She's now watching her own video giggling like a little girl who got what she wanted. 

"I'm going to send this to Twice Unnies!" She said and you are not even fazed about it because you know those girls will like that video. 

You already became their bodyguard once, and you know how filthy their minds is. 

–

The van arrived at the photoshoot location, the schedule for today is for their upcoming comeback. Well, they have multiple song released in the past months but what can they do when the people adores them. 

The ITZY members already inside and making preparation for the photoshoot when you notice someone outside the building, the person is in all black fashion, you conclude that he's taking pictures of the girls inside the place.

You went inside the building and find your way through outside again and to that person’s location. "They are adorable isn't?" You spoke and our guy jolted because of fright. 

You immediately grab the guy in the neck and immobilize him. "Who are you?" But you didn't get a response so you took the liberty to take his hood off and see who he is. 

Well, would you look at that, He's one of our prime suspects of stalking, this miscreant has been stalking the girls in three different occasions, I know because of the files given by Miss Park  

"Don't even bother escaping. I've been catching scumbags like you ever since I became a bodyguard." You told the guy and the horror in his eyes were noticeable, you just smiled at him while waiting for the police to arrive. Minutes later sirens filled the quiet surrounding that you were in, the police took the stalker and thanked me for what i did. 

The girls was disturbed by the sirens and came out of the building. Worry is plastered in their faces. 

"Someone was taking photos of you guys earlier. I just apprehend him and called the police to take care of it. You can go back now!" You assured them. "Thank you, Oppa!" Chaeryeong said while the other members just nodded. "It's the guy who took a picture of you while you're sleeping. You don't need to worry about that happening again" you tap her shoulders twice and lightly push her inside. 

–

The scheduled photoshoot is over and they are going to another location to shoot some of the scenes in their comeback. Only Yuna and Chaeryeong left out of five of them

The whole ride was quiet since both of them are tired. Even you was tired for them, they keep posing here and there to get shit done. 

We entered the house and let them release some of the tiredness they experiencing. "Wash yourselves and get to bed early, i'm going to stay on guard." You told them and they did it. Chaeryeong look at me. "Oppa, i want to talk to you. Please come to my room after 30 minutes." 

Is she still bothered by that stalker?

I just nod and let her go by herself. I sweep through the house to make sure again that nothing is out-of-place. I locked the doors, the ITZY members knows the passcode of the house so it doesn't matter. 

Thirty minutes came and i walk to the direction of Chaeryeong's room. I knocked on the door and the idol opened the door for me. 

She's beautiful… you said inside your head. 

She's still in her bathrobe, and her hair was free falling. Looks like she just finished her bath. 

(Photo not connected to the scene.)

"Oppa! You are right on time." She said, and pulled me in her room and guide me to sit on her bed. "I really want to talk to you about what happened earlier" 

"I-i'm just grateful that the stalker was caught in action and i'm also relieved because that fucker took a picture of me being ugly, i want to punch his face into pulp!!"

You chuckled because you find her whining adorable. 

"I'm just doing my job as a bodyguard and who said that you’re ugly? Are they blind or something?" You responded and you saw how she became flustered on your remark. 

"Doing your job? Does your job also include facefucking Yuna?"

You were stunned, you thought no one noticed but you're so wrong.

"It's not just me, all of the unnies know what the two of you were doing, but we didn't say anything because it looks like Yuna enjoyed what you did to her." she said while laughing, she also showed me the group chat of ITZY and the messages of the other members made my rod grow uncontrollably. 

"Opp - i mean, Daddy i want what Yuna had. I want it too!" 

"Daddy?" You tilted your head because of what she said.

"An idol is not as innocent as you might think you know. I got one boyfriend in the past and we did have sex before i debut but he got jealous of other guys liking me as an idol so i broke up with him." She's caressing my body while she talks about her past. "As our group gain recognition, of course we also got the attention of perverts who makes deepfakes of us and other idols, some of them writing erotic scenes, I found a story that has me as the material. I find it hot and sexy for some reason.”

She took off my suit and polo. 

"I was even portrayed as submissive slut, and maybe they were right. So Daddy, i want you to do everything you want to me."

She kneeled down and began unbuckling my belt, she pulled my pants together with my boxer into my knees. 

"I knew it! It's bigger than the one in the video." Amazed by the massive cock infront of her. 

"If i'm Daddy then what are you?" You cupped her cheeks and make her look at you. 

"Your submissive slut? Cocksleeve? I can be whatever you want me to be daddy!"

"If you are a cocksleeve and what are you waiting for? Suck it!" You commanded her. She put your cock in her mouth and just like Yuna and the other female idols you've been with she also can't get past half of your dick. 

Gagging sound filled her room, and you are ruthless this time around. You rest her head on the side of the bed and begin fucking her mouth like it's a pussy. 

"mmgh… gwock… mmgh… gwock…" her gag reflex is strong but you didn't care about it. You ravage her mouth with your huge cock until her whole face turns red her eyes began tearing up as well.

You let her breathe and you didn't expect her to hold herself that good. She didn't tapped out. 

"My past boyfriend didn't even have the chance to hold a candle against you." She said while still running out of breath. 

"Bend over."

She did what you demanded and did it as fast as she could. You spit on your cock and started teasing her entrance, you are making sure that it will go in smoothly. 

"Please! Daddy, f-fuck me please!!" Pleading for you to fuck her. 

You make her bend more and her face were rested against the bed by placing your hand in her back before slowly thrusting your cock into her. 

"F-fuck, d-daddy you are too b-big!" You can hear her whine but you still slid your member slowly. She moans louder as she felt that you are going deeper and deeper into her cave. 

"So fucking tight!"

You move your hips with a rhythm making her painful experience into pleasure. She started moaning like little slut who needs more. 

Minutes passed and you begin fucking her in a normal pace and you still didn't put all of your length inside her. "Daddy, fuck Chaeryeong like a cocksleeve. I want it all please!" She plead, her head turned to her shoulder to make an eye contact. You can't resist her lustful eyes. 

You assisted her into a missionary and lift both of the legs into your shoulders. Aiming your cock into pussy once again and started pounding the shit out of her. A mating press.

"Aaahh! Shi-shit! DADDY! DON'T STOP P-PLEASEEEE!" 

You keep fucking the idols beneath you, her sexy moans is like a music to your ears. Every press, her moan became louder. 

"I'M CUMMING DADDY! PLEASE. LET ME CUM!!! AAAAH!~ FILL ME UP WITH YOUR THICK AND DELICIOUS CUM!!"

You pressed one harder than the rest and let the idol experience orgasm. Several burst of your spunk was released inside Chaeryeong. You pulled out and her eyes were rolled back, tongue sticking out while she squirts. Your load and hers was mixed and flowing out of her pussy.

"I was wondering why can't i see you downstairs. It turns out you are here Daddy"

You turned your head to see whose voice was that and you see Yuna standing there in the doorway which is widely open. 

"I thought you'll be asleep." And walked towards her. The idols head was in the same height as your nipple, and she's the tallest of the bunch. 

"Well, i'm planning give you a head and drink your cum before i go to bed but i heard screaming and moaning and it lead me here." She looked at her unnie passed out because of pleasure. "Suho Oppa, i want what she had just now."

"You have a boyfriend remember?"

"I don't care, i just want to be fucked hard by you. I can also call you daddy. Please?" 

"Then kneel."

You commanded her, she let her tongue out, and you slapped her face and tongue with you huge dick multiple times. 

She sucked your dick like the little slut that she is and continued to bob her head, lust filled her eyes you can resist such look and you began fucking her small mouth. 

You cupped both of ther cheeks as she gags trying to do further from her limit. This cheating little bitch pushed her limit and got past what she did earlier in the morning.

Her eyes began tearing up, you feel the back of her throat everytime you thrust. This made her more lustful and horny as she undress herself and started toucher herself. 

Yuna held onto your thighs because of how hard you fuck her throat, however her eyes never falter and keeps looking at you as if she's saying she's a good slut and reward her. 

You didn't even warned her about you cumming and just grabbed the back of her head and shove it deeper into her throat and suddenly ropes of thick cum filled her mouth. 

Having your dick down an idols throat isn't news to you as you continue fill the little slut's mouth. 

Withdrawing your cock gives a pleasureable sensation to the young idol. She showed how filled her mouth with your hot cum and swallowed it. Not a single drop wasted. 

"Your cum really is best! Did i do a good job?" She asked while her face was still smeared with saliva and cum from Chaeryeong when you slapped her earlier. 

You put your hand on the top of her head and messed her hair as you nod. 

Her eyes were filled with excitement and accomplishments as she giggles. 

The other idol who passed out was already awake and masterbaited while watching you violate their maknae's mouth. 

"That was so hot." Chaeryeong went to the side of Yuna. "So, are you also a cocksleeve now? Cuz i am." she's tempting the girl by teasing her and the maknae gave in. 

"Yes, yes i am! So what?"

"So, i am still the sunbae even when we became both cocksleeves. We can't do anything about that."

"Shut up Unnie!"

"Yuna, we are not done. Come here!" Pulling her into the older womans bed. You lay down and position her into Full Nelson and the maknae's reaction was half excitement and half nervousness. 

"I saw this on one of the porn Yeji Unnie watched last week, i can't believe i'm going to experience it now" she said while mounting your dick. 

"You ready?"

"Yes, please use my slutty little pussy daddy!" 

Thrusting upward suddenly made the idol moaning unexpectedly loud even Chaeryeong was startled. 

"Don't stop! Don't fucking stop daddy please!!" 

"I'm going to have a videochat with the unnies, i'll let them watch" Chaeryeong said like it's funny that their maknae was getting plowed so hard in their own home. 

Yuna keeps on shouting, shrieking and moaning because of the pleasure bestowed by you. Cursing here and there and the Daddy became Master in an instant. 

Her pussy was being mold to copy the shape of you cock. 

– 

"Ryujinnie~ Jisu-ya!! Chaeryeong is calling us" Yeji announce to her members. She answered the call and was surprise to see their maknae getting plowed by someone. 

Heat began circulating inside their bodies and envy filled their minds. They can't believe how such a huge cock can go in and out from a tight pussy like Yuna's. 

"Can you see this Unnies? It's Yuna's turn now, i passed out earlier after doing it and woke up to them getting intimate" Chaeryeong was focusing the camera to the other two who looks like they are the only people in the world. 

"You call that intimate? Was that a Full Nelson?" Yeji shouted as a response.

"Yes, Suho oppa wanted it and the little slut named Yuna just let him do what he wants, well. I did the same thing. I let daddy use me with no remorse." she giggled. 

"Isn't that position what you always wanted to do when you got a boyfriend?" Ryujin asked the leader of the group and she just nod her head as an answer. 

Lia can't speak because she's laser focused on how their Suho Oppa was fucking the maknae like that. 

All of the people got startled even the two people with no care about the world when Yuna's phone suddenly starts ringing. 

"You bitch! You're boyfriend's calling you!" Chaeryeong's voice was full of panic as she handed the phone to Yuna. 

"Answer it." They all heard what Suho oppa said. "Make sure to not get caught."

Yuna pressed the answer button, "Oppa? What is it?" Yuna asked. 

No one can hear the boy’s voice and suddenly Suho thrusted into Yuna. 

"Nnngh! No, no, nothing i hit my elbow to the wall." Yuna is doing all can she do to avoid getting caught. 

Yuna is still getting plowed while talking to her boyfriend. "Ryujin Unnie, do find what Yuna's doing a little thrilling?" Chaeryeong asked Ryujin who is processing what is happening.

"What do you mean?"

"We know that your boyfriend has been messing with other girl before you accepted him right? So doing the same thing as Yuna will not be considered cheating because your boyfriend did it when he's still courting you."

Yuna's moan starts getting louder and louder, the call already ended. 

"I'm just saying Unnie, Suho Oppa- i mean daddy has a huge cock and you'll forget about that stupid boyfriend of yours. Bye!" 

"Chaeryeongie has a point, that fucker has been fucking around while he's courting you. If you do it it's just revenge." Lia took the initiative to talk first. 

"Can i really do it?" Ryujin asked them, Yeji and Lia just nod at her as an answer. 

–

"He almost caught us daddy! Fuck! Ooh sh-shit! Yes!" Yuna has been super loud after the call ended. You are still fucking the shit out of her. Her eyes were same as the older member before. 

"You little slut, what if your boyfriend caught you and publish an article about you?" Chaeryeong sat beside us. 

"Aaah shit! H-he will n-not because i know how naive that guys is" she answered while moaning. "Daddy i'm cumming! I want to be filled with your cum just like unnie! F-FUCK!!"

You speed up the pace while still in the full nelson and fuck her deeper than before. 

Her moans is so full of lust that it makes you go a little harder. "Da-daddy you’re destroying me! Please, harder! FASTER!!" Hot thick cum started to shoot inside the idols used pussy. She's twitching like she's having a relapse. Pleasure overflows inside of her. 

You are pretty sure Yuna has the same expression as Chaeryeong when you came inside of her. And you were right on the mark when Chaeryeong showed you the video of the climax.

"Daddy look at her! Our maknae really is a bitch! How can somene who has a bf have this expression when doing the did with someone else?" She chuckled while teasing the younger idol who passed out too. "Such a horny bitch!

"As if you are not the same." I answered while looking at her. 

"Well, you are not wrong in that. I love how you fuck me hard. Anyways i'll let her sleep here tonight." She said and i decided to go back to my own room. But before i truly leave, i kissed Chaeryeong on her lips and marked her in the neck with a hickey. 

[unknownperson246]

Smut with Vince where he starts his own adult magazine and he chooses the reader as his first cover. The first cover becomes a success so Vince invites her to his office to “discuss things” 💋😈

Hii sorry it’s late

Silk:

Words: 1,966

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *reader is a model* *come play* *oral sex* *m receiving* *voyeurism* *exhibitionism* *daddy kink* *spanking kink* *cussing* *being gagged* *horny Vince* *horny reader*

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In 1989 Vince started an adult magazine. It was like Playboy but it was the product of a rockstar. It was called Rockstar Mania. He loves women. He loves Playboy and he wanted to start a magazine but with more kinkier and rockstar-inspired outfits. He also wanted it to appeal to rock fans. He also wanted to do something cowboy-related once in a while since he loved the whole style. You were a model trying to kickstart your career in the late 80s. You wanted to be a model so bad. Pamela Anderson and Anna Nicole Smith were your inspirations. You looked a lot like them. You were walking into a store grocery shopping for the week and you saw Vince's face on the magazine. It had him and it said “Anyone interested in being a model for the lead singer of Motley  Crue's new adult magazine can send their pictures to this address. Please include your name and phone number.” You picked the magazine up. You bought your groceries and drove home. You got your set of lingerie out and dressed up. You invited your photographer for pictures. He was your photographer and since you were a model and needed to send pictures in for agents you hired him. He snapped a couple of shots of you in a pose. He showed them to you.

“These are perfect. Thank You!” You say to the photographer.

You put the pictures into an envelope of where you wanted to send the pictures. You put the address on and waited patiently for a couple of weeks. Vince was busy looking for the perfect model for his first magazine. He wanted a perfect front cover. There were thousands of envelopes he had left to open. All of them were good but they weren't amazing or perfect. He needed to find the perfect woman for his front cover so people would buy them. He was looking and looking. He opened the envelope you sent to him. 

“I want her for the magazine.” He says out loud to the people helping him with the magazine.

“She's a newbie,” the person said looking at the information you wrote down.

“So?” Vince asked. 

“It would be better if she had the experience that way she wouldn't waste time,” He said.

“I don't care, I love her pictures. She is the best one out of all of them. She is going to be on the front of my magazine.” Vince said, putting the pictures down. 

He went over to the phone with the slip of papers your information was written on. He looked at the paper punching all the numbers in on the phone. It was ringing. He heard you answering the phone.

“Hi I’m Vince,” He said, trying to talk to you.

“You wrote your name Y/N on the example pictures you sent in. Is your name right?” He asked you.

“Yep, that's me.” You said.

“I love your pictures and I chose you to be the model on the front page. Are you up for it?” He asked you.

“Yeah. Definitely” You are trying to sound casual and not excited. 

You finally got your first job. Your first model job. You did it!

“Yeah the photoshoot for it will be on the 20th of this month,”  Vince said as he explained everything to you.

“See you then! Also, I will call and tell you the location of the photoshoot soon!” He said.

The next day rolled around it was the 18th of this month. You were excited about it. You were thinking about being the cover of the Rockstars Mania. He called when you thought about him.

“Hi, I was just thinking about you.” You said to Vince.

“You will be on the cover of the magazine and the inside of it too” He explained.

“Also wanted to let you know the address for tomorrow and the time.” He said.

You rushed to go grab a notepad. He told you the address and time you wrote both of them down.

“Thank You, Vince. See you tomorrow.” You said.

Tomorrow arrived and you got ready and went down to the address. It was a nice professional building. You went to the front desk.

“Hi, I'm here to see Vince Neil.” You tell the receptionist.

“Ah yes, he is in room 134 on the 3rd floor. You're here for the photo shoot right?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You said.

“Okay, He said you could come up. Also, the third floor is filled with rooms where different sets are sometimes redo sets so they look different for the photos. You will take pictures in different outfits in all the rooms” She explains.

“Thank You!” You say to the nice receptionist.

You make your way up to Vince's office. You knock on the door and you enter. Vince opens the door. “Hi,” He says.

“Okay we have to get started right away,” Vince said showing you what you would wear and how your makeup was going to be done. It takes everything to be done in 8 hours. It was tiring but it was fun. The makeup artists did your makeup making it natural. The hair stylists put your hair down and make it look slightly wet to give you a fresh look. Vince had already picked out what you would wear. You started immediately after your clothes, hair, and makeup were done. He took you to the next room and said you could do whatever positions you wanted to do. You were in a lot of lewd positions and every hour they kept changing your outfits and hair and makeup for different backgrounds in all the different rooms. After 6 different looks and 70 photos, the photographer gathered of you. He let you choose what photo of you you wanted on the cover of his first magazine. He decided all the ones that would be on the inside  You decided with the one where you wore white silky lingerie with white fluff bands at the hands and the bottom of it. The bed you took photos in was round and it was covered with real white silk. You were in a crawling position with your hair flying out and your face looking straight like a professional model. It took about a month for him to put the whole magazine together. He told you he would publish it as soon as it was done being edited and put together. On the day of his publishing, it arrived. The magazine went viral within 4 hours of its release. It was sold out and considered rare after a couple of days. Vince had made around 500 copies hoping they would be sold out so he could make more of the same copies. He decided to make more and more copies of different ones with you in them because he loved the way the pictures turned out in the first one. People kept calling Vince. They said they wanted you to model for them. Vince called you inviting you over to his office again.

“Hi, Vince. What's up?” You asked. 

“I wanted to discuss something in my office. I wanted you to model for my other magazines. But it won't be today.” He says.

“Okay. I'll be down there soon” You say.

You went walking to his office. You find him sitting in his chair. You saw more lingerie assuming it was for future photoshoots.

“Hi Y/N” Vince smirks.

“Hi Vince,” You say.

“Is all that lingerie for future photoshoots?” You ask him.

“Well one of them is for right now” Vince declares.

“Right now?” You say.

“Give me a striptease baby,” He says straight to your face.

You blush and then smirk.

“Sure thing Daddy” You whisper to his ear.

“Change of plans, get on your knees and suck my dick,” He says. 

“Oh my looks like Daddy wants to do so many things to me,” You say smirking.

“No talking back,” He says as he spanks your ass.

He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall on his own. He pulls you by your hair and pushes you on your knees. You take the tip of cock in your mouth while your tongue swirls around his whole cock. You take the whole thing and start to move up and down. You're careful with your teeth so you don't hurt him in an accident. You start to slide your mouth up and down his cock faster trying to get him to come in your mouth.

“Oh, it looks like somebody’s thirsty for me. Isn't that right?” He asks you to hold your head while the sounds of small grunts and moans escape his mouth.

You nod your head trying to focus on his cock. As soon as he is about to come the receptionists walk in trying to talk about plans for the magazine. You hear her footsteps but you can't turn your head to see who it is. You can't let go of his cock. She gasps as she watches you suck his cock. She is enjoying the sight. It makes the receptionist wet but she leaves trying to pretend nothing happened. She didn't want to get horny at her place of work.

“Shit, I forgot to lock my door.” He moans as he finally comes into your mouth. His warm seed travels down your throat as you take it all in.

“Vince I want you to fuck me” You whine.

He turns you around over at his desk. You lean on the edge and the legs of his desk as he takes your skirt off. He puts your skirt and your panties on his chair. He makes sure to lock the door. Before he does anything. You wait patiently against his desk.

“Daddy hurry up” You whine.

“First I'm punishing you for being a brat.” He says as he smacks your ass dozens of times. “Daddy fuck me already” You beg. 

He can see your pussy quivering each time his hand strokes your ass harshly. He eventually stops and his fingers start to stroke your clit a few times feeling how wet you were. You let out small whimpers.

“Don’t make any noise” He said as he stuffed his soft cock inside of you.

“Fuck” You moan trying to be quiet.

He starts to quickly thrust inside of you. He wasn't being nice about it. His hands were digging into your hips as he kept thrusting in and out. “Vince” You cry out. 

Mid fucking Vince put a piece of cloth in your mouth. It was like he kidnapped you. 

“Y/N Hurry up and come already,” He said as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Once he said his words you felt your orgasm take over you. Your head was pushed back by Vince and you felt cold against the wooden desk. Your legs started to shake. He supported your body with his hands on your hips. “Oh Vince” You moan through the gag.

He felt your warm juice on his cock and he pulled out. Both of you were catching your breath. Your small moans and sighs could be heard by other people walking nearby.

“That was beautiful. I’d love to work for you again Daddy.” You say smiling kissing him on his lips.

He winks at you when you say “I’d love to work for you again Daddy”. He helps you dress up. You walked out of his room with everyone on the third floor staring at you. You walk out of his office building to your car. You fix your hair while you walk down. People watch you leave. Vince's assistant entered his office room and saw the mess. He saw the scratches you left on his wooden desk.

[cupiohearts]

IS IT CASUAL NOW ?!

in which... love stories exist for gom

; fem! reader

- it was in fact casual when KUROKO says that there is only one girl on his mind when answering to a interviewers question and its in fact you.

- it was casual when you and KUROKO sleep skin to skin, hands with hands, snuggling on a bed because you had a hard time falling asleep one night

- it was casual when KUROKO always makes sure hes with you if youre going out in the middle of the night. text him that youre out alone or going home he gets right out of bed and sprints to your location

- it was casual when in the middle of having a day out with KUROKO he smiles with the most calmest loving look and says "theres so much to love about being with you" in the middle of nowhere

- it was casual when KUROKO defends you like you are his god and he is just a worshipper if someone argues with you, to hell and back and makes sure to ask if youre alright while wiping away any tears

- it was not casual when KUROKO goes to the rooftop with you and you two are sitting while looking down. you remember his confession for the basketball team in the middle of year and jokingly ask him whats he gonna say for next year. and he looks at you dead in the eyes and says "you, you are the reason i keep moving on"

- it was casual when KISE kisses the side of your cheek without fail every week atleast once or twice. every week he kisses your cheeks.

- it was casual when KISE brings you to all of his games and photoshoots making sure to tell everyone that youre with him and everyone's thinking youre his girlfriend and not just a girl friend.

- it was casual whenever KISE wins a game the next day you two go to some romantic area like seeing the cherry blossoms or going to the carnival and riding the ferris wheel

- it was casual when KISE confesses that he thinks about you all the time and everyone on the team was almost fully convinced you two are actually in a relationship and not friends but are really bad at hiding it.

- it was casual when KISE holds your hands everytime you two go out and matches clothes with you to make sure that everyone knows youre special to him and not just some girl

- it wasnt casual when in the middle of a weekend date KISE brings you to a gorgeous little park for a picnic and by the end of it. he hands you a confessional letter detailing every date, every wedding idea, every i love you till we grow old, every thought of you hes ever had with the inclusion of you are the one that i see when i turn around with gray hairs and retired. i love the thought of you, and the thought of being with you.

- it was casual when MIDORIMA hides you under his arms everytime a reporter wants to ask something about him while you two are out on the streets

- it was casual when MIDORIMA constantly says that your sign and cancers are always a good pair with eachother. he makes sure you attend every event of his because youre a good match for his sign and a boost for his luck apparently

- it was casual when even though MIDORIMA does not use most social media apps he matches profile pictures with you on each one. he never says no even though he has to redownload the app to do so.

- it was casual when MIDORIMA trusts you enough to take care of his lucky items if hes playing a game. with you in the stands with the stupid bunny hat making the ears go flop up and down

-it was casual when if anyone looks through MIDORIMA'S phone your name always comes up first. first in his messages, and first in his calls. your notifications are always on even if he doesnt reply back to them.

- it wasnt casual when MIDORIMA has his arms around your waist when he introduces you to the rest of the generation of miracles. making sure that you were having a good time the entire time and by the end of the night while you two are walking back home. you stop when he tells you that he loves you. a outburst confession that just slipped out of his mouth while he stares at you underneath the shine of a street lamp. locking eyes with him while he stares at you in a way hes feeling embarassed and flustered when he finally turns away.

- it was casual when AOMINE allows himself to begrudgingly always follow your orders. if you wanted something you can always call him so he does it even if all the way across the school he will do it with complaints among the way and a threat of repayment.

- it was casual when AOMINE introduces you to his parents. when for the first time he isnt this cocky basketball player but just an awkward son. you feel embarassed when his parents bring up how cute you two would be if you two ever got married.

- it was casual when AOMINE gives the biggest smile when after he wins a big game sees you coming down to give him a hug and a bouquet of flowers which are his team color. spinning you around in his arms and you almost think hes gonna confess his feelings to you before he moves on to hug other people with the smile still on his face.

- it was casual when AOMINE puts so much faith in your name he bets on it. a bad offhanded comment of any sort gets him all fired up as he defends you to all your abilites absolutely trashing someone who said that youre so much better than them because yeah you were what are they gonna do about it.

- it wasnt casual when AOMINE after getting defeated by seirin does he run up to you to cry in your arms. a bitter smile on his face as his arms wrap around you, sputtering words you dont even realize what hes saying until he holds your face in his hands, and its only face to face does he say that "i need you. i need to be able to hold you and have you next to me." he says. before laughing and calling it cheesy when he dries his eyes.

- it was casual when MURASAKIBARA in middle school let you ride along his shoulders to experience being a giant (and a half) higher than everyone else. doing it even when he complains his shoulders hurt because youre pressing down on it but he still picks you up in the end calling you a big baby.

- it was casual when MURASAKIBARA tags along with you whenever you ask him to. even if its as mundane as sitting at a restaurant eating your burgers in peace, he keeps the peace. sitting alongside you as he munches on his burgers as well. a calming silence between you two that makes it hard to interrupt as to not break the peace. maybe its the way youre just enjoying time together that you consider the little way he shows he cares.

- it was casual when you and MURASAKIBARA are constantly teased for being so much like a divorced couple its funny seeing how your relationship is like. himuro is said to be the broody teenage son between you two. even when you two argue hes the first to say sorry even if it sounds mumbly and grumbly.

- it was casual when MURASAKIBARA wraps his arms around you while you study and he sits right next to you and lays his head on your lap. saying its rather comfortable and that you were boring him with all the paper. hes placed so comfortably there you dont have the heart to move him off even as he drifts off to sleep and so does your leg.

- it wasnt casual when MURASAKIBARA had after a pretty nasty argument showed up at your house. flowers in hand even though hed forgotten to take off the tag on the flowers with sweaty hands and a box of candies in the other. its been weeks since you two talked and it was when he realized you two were drifting that he noticed the slight pains in his chest when hearing you around him. it was like you haunted his thoughts or perhaps invaded them. how does it go? distance makes the heart go fonder.

- it was casual when AKASHI treats you like absolute glass when talking to you which is a complete opposite to his team. always afraid to say something to make you hate him forever he watches his tongue around you. his attitude does a complete 180.

- it was casual when the other rakuzan members at first believed you two were dating with the way you get treated. AKASHI brushes them off but he doesnt hide his distain whenever some of the guys try getting your number and they could swear hes using his emperor eyes more than usual on them.

- it was casual when AKASHI instead of cutting his hair himself allows you to cut his hair for him. moments where you two are away from the public and hes just akashi with you. when you cut his bangs, your heart stutters when you two lock eyes and he smiles. a tiny smile at you as you joke around with him but good gods was he pretty. he ended up with a bangs that ended up diagonal.

- it was casual when AKASHI as his hands somewhere on you at all times. holding your hands when you two cross the street and in some crowd. you almost think he has separation anxiety like a puppy but he lets go of your hand just the same as he holds it. his thumb grazes over your fingers as he focuses on his studies, the book on the table being laid open while he reads the words.

- it wasnt casual when AKASHI had invited you to the gym. empty no one was there other than him. he stood in the middle of the empty gym holding a basketball in hand shooting some hoops. maybe it was the way it was just the two of you but he was nervous. nervous the way AKASHI had never been before. when he notices you, he smiles. he tossed you a basketball. you catch it and furrow your eyebrows when you notice words on the orange leather. "i love you".

WOAHHH DID ANY OF THIS MAKE SENSE IDKKK but guys look. i learned how to do the fun color gradient thing. very hard though maybe i should do this on computer instead of my phone BUT ITS SO FUN

btw this took me so long omfgg

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Chapter 3 - An Affair to Remember

A/N: New chapter? Here we are. Let me know your thoughts!!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, angst?

Word count: 4k ish. It’s long.

An affair to remember

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“You what?”

That was the third time Izzy had asked the question and your answer hadn’t changed. You knew it would shock her, I mean to an extent it shocked you. But you had to tell your best friend, you couldn’t keep it a secret. So you called her home for dinner and drinks, since it was her last night before she flew off to yet another location for another wildlife photography assignment.

“I slept with him, Izzy. I told you already.” you sighed.

“And how old is this guy again?” Her voice was laced with judgement but you decided to let her have at it since the situation was delicate and much expected; she had been picking at the label stuck on the beer bottle, it now formed a tiny mountain on your dining table as she continued scratching it off the glass.

“I don’t know! Forty something?”

“He’s forty six, Y/N. That’s too old for you!” Her words cut through that little daydream you were in, she could be frustratingly real sometimes.

“You don’t think I know that? Izzy, you’re supposed to be my friend. Not my mom.” You muttered defensively, walking over to get yourself another beer from your fridge.

“I’m just looking out for you, Y/N. I don’t want you to be involved in something that can get really complicated. And this? Has complications written all over it.” Her tone had turned gentler now, eyes full of worry as you sighed, leaning back your chair.

“Okay, I haven’t figured it all out yet but I will. It’s not like I’m dating him, you know? It could be a one time thing.”

It sent a pang of disappointment through you as you said it out loud, not really wanting last night to be a one time thing.

“Well good. I don’t want you getting hurt. Just be careful okay?”

Nodding, you gave her a grateful smile, accepting the hug she gave you.

“And you’re right. I’m not your mom and I don’t plan to be. I’m your best friend, so, how was he?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she sat back.

“Oh God! I’m not gonna tell you.” Heat rushed up to your cheeks at her question, memories of the night before flooded in.

“Come on! Tell me. Did he at least make you come?” Izzy prodded, clearly determined to make you blush like a little girl.

“Twice.” you admitted, giggling when she whistled dramatically, glad that you had her with you even though she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the whole thing with Tony Stark.

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Your next visit to Stark Tower was in a professional capacity. Well, almost.

It was the day of the photoshoot and you had arrived punctually, a familiar good-nervous energy buzzing in your veins. Happy Hogan greeted you again, this time introducing you to the people involved in the magazine photoshoot.

While you and the creative director had a chat, you were told Tony was getting ready for his first look. They wanted a few shots of him individually and the rest in his research and development lab, one which you were yet to see.

“Miss Y/L/N?” your head snapped up at the source of your name being called, it was Tony’s assistant Natalie, whom you had exchanged emails with in the past few days. She was a tall, beautiful woman and if you had to bet, was your age.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Stark has requested to see you.”

You tried to avoid the raised eyebrows you got as you followed her to the changing room. When she left, Tony pulled you inside, almost making you yelp.

You weren’t the least bit surprised when you saw him but the tailored charcoal suit, blue under shirt and matching tie made him look irresistibly handsome. And of course, he knew it.

“You requested for me.” you murmured, your pulse racing as he sauntered closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m in a bit of a situation, Miss Y/L/N and I was hoping you could help.” he smirked, letting you feel what the ‘situation’ was.

“With a whole crew waiting? Mr. Stark, you're terribly unprofessional.” you tutted, skimming your fingers over his crotch, smirking yourself when his cock reacted to your touch.

You had been texting back and forth over the past few days, most of those conversations had a tendency to take a sexual turn, not that you were complaining. It felt like your little secret that nobody knew, it was thrilling.

Dropping to your knees, you held his gaze while undoing his pants, his coffee brown eyes darkened at the sight as his cock sprung free of its constraints.

“Be a good girl and take me in your mouth.”

Heat pooled between your legs at his words as you complied, desire coursing freely as he watched your hand wrap itself around the base while your warmth coated his tip. You heard him hiss as you took more of him in, his fingers finding purchase in your hair, keeping their grip firm.

“That’s it.”

He reached the back of your throat, now fully erect as you began bringing him pleasure with your mouth, one of your hands finding their way to cup his balls. An ex-boyfriend of yours had complimented your skills for giving head, you knew just what to do to drive them insane. Although you never went all the way with him, you had done some fun stuff.

Tony had to grab onto the back of a chair as you increased momentum, working your hand and mouth in tandem while swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting his salty eagerness.

“Fuck. You’re not as innocent as you play, are you sweetheart?” he was panting, his hold on your hair tighter now as he felt his hips stutter.

Your panties were damp hearing Tony’s little grunts and whines as you brought him closer to the edge, a sense of power taking over you at the sight of this witty businessman completely at your mercy.

With pre-cum leaking, Tony knew it wouldn’t be long now, especially when he saw you press your thighs together, knowing you were enjoying it as much as he was.

“Stop if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, Y/N.” he warned, closing his eyes as his muscles twitched.

You didn’t stop. You wanted it. All of him. As you caressed his balls some more, you felt them tighten before his cock twitched in your mouth, his warm cum shooting at the back of your throat in ropes. Cursing under his breath, Tony pulled you up to crash his lips against yours, tasting himself mixed with your minty breath.

There was a knock on the door that startled you both, making you grin like a couple of naughty kids who had almost been caught.

“I’m returning the favor. Later.” he promised with a final kiss before straightening up and allowing you to step out first, making up some excuse which his poor assistant bought.

Tony was a natural when it came to facing the camera, you figured he had been doing it for years since he was in the public eye almost all his life. Still his presence commanded attention, and your camera captured every bit of his charisma perfectly as he posed for you. He would occasionally come over to look at the computer, under pretense of wanting to get the shot right but his wandering hands had other intentions.

When you moved locations down to his lab, you couldn’t help but look around the space that made him Tony Stark. It was quite evident that spent a lot of his time in the lab. It had a tiny kitchen, a sofa in the far corner, cars and bikes you couldn’t name but were sure cost millions of dollars along with workstations that looked right out of a sci-fi movie.

You saw his demeanor change in the lab, like he was in his natural habitat. This part of the photoshoot included bits of the interview and he went about answering questions while you captured some candid moments.

There was a collective round of applause when it was done, the director was happy with the results and as were you. The pictures had turned out amazing, the creative director even had a couple of offers for you which you were elated about.

“Now about that reward, Miss Y/L/N.” Tony pulled your back against his chest as you put the last of your equipment away, trailing light kisses along your neck. You were thankful the room was deserted as his hands slipped under your skirt, grazing up your thighs slowly.

“Wait, what time is it?” you asked abruptly after your eyes had landed on the calendar that let you know what day it was.

“Six o’clock, why?”

“Shit! It’s my mom’s birthday and I’m supposed to be there for movie night. It’s a family tradition.” you sighed, turning around in his arms as he rubbed your arms comfortingly.

“Let me drive you there.” he offered.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Tony. She’ll get suspicious and it won’t end well.”

Knowing your mother, she would pester you for the rest of the night and you wanted to avoid that at all costs. Besides, you hadn’t had ‘the talk’ with Tony yet, you weren’t sure if you were a couple at all or this was just a casual fling. You leaned your forehead against his chest and let out a groan.

“I guess we could go separately and waste fuel if that’s what you want.”

You frowned up at him, not understanding what he meant before he sent you a knowing look.

“They’ve invited you?”

“I am quite popular with them, you know..”

He was right, your parents and him were quite close, he had been a part of most of the celebrations back home and vice-versa. You were anxious about arriving at the party with him but then Tony’s excuse sounded convincing, you were already at his place for the photoshoot and he just happened to offer you a ride.

You agreed, even approved the bottle of wine he had got for your mother, it was one of her favourites; your present was already at the house, in your studio. You had a ‘then and now’ set of pictures on a digital frame that you finalized as a gift.

It was your Dad who opened the door when you two arrived, crushing you in a hug before doing the same with Tony, not a single question about how and why you had come in together. That was good, you thought. Your mother however, needed the explanation you had prepared for.

“Happy birthday, Jen. Forty one looks great on you.” Tony kissed her cheek, handing her the bottle while you choked into a bout of coughs. Even though you were aware, it just hit you that the man you had slept with was five years older than your Mom.

“You okay, Y/N?” she frowned, accepting the hug you gave her even though she wasn’t satisfied with the quick thumbs-up you gave her.

A few of your mom’s close friends were invited, along with the Chaneys which meant Sebastian was probably here too. He wouldn’t miss an opportunity if he knew you were coming.

As you fixed yourself a glass of wine, you overheard Tony go on about how well the photoshoot went and how impressed he was with your skills, making your father’s chest flare with pride for his favourite child. You heard him ask about someone named Pepper, which made Tony tense for a second, his eyes flitting over yours before he gave your father a brief answer.

“Hey! You made it!” a familiar voice made you turn around, staring back was Sebastian waiting to wrap you in a hug which he did before you had a chance to respond.

“I mean it is my Mom’s birthday, I had to.”

“Heard you came with Tony Stark.”

Of course.

“Uh yeah, I was at Stark tower for a photoshoot.” there was a tone of irritation in your voice, but Sebastian hadn’t caught on. It was like he chose to overlook each time you denied his advances.

“I’ll save you a spot for movie night.” he winked, giving your shoulder a squeeze before leaving you to your thoughts in the kitchen.

After cake and dinner, you grabbed extra pillows and blankets for everyone while Sebastian and your Dad arranged some chairs and beanbags in the living room. Sebastian had secured his spot on one corner of the sofa, already saving the seat next to him for you while you searched for Tony, somehow wanting to sit next to him.

Your phone rang, revealing it was Isabelle who was calling, making you excuse yourself to attend it in the kitchen. Filling her in on the latest updates, you poured yourself another glass of wine while Tony walked in shortly after, to have his refill of whiskey.

“Don’t be late.” he whispered against your ear as he passed, causing Izzy to gasp on the other side before she bombarded you with questions. When the call ended, you stopped in your tracks looking at the arrangement.

Your Mom and Dad sat on chairs laid just ahead of the couch, Sebastian sat on one side of the sofa while Tony sat on the other, both expectantly looking at you, having left a seat for you right in the middle.

This would be very interesting.

Movie nights always started with the first movie your parents saw together, on their first date. As the lights were turned out, you made yourself comfortable between the two men, crossing your legs on the table in front of the couch. There was ample space to accommodate three people on it and yet you had chosen to sit a little closer to Tony than Sebastian.

You stole glances on your left often, draping a blanket across your legs as it got a little colder, not realizing Tony was waiting for you to do just that.

The gasp that almost escaped your lips could have easily blown your cover but thankfully you realized it was only Tony whose hand had innocently made its way over to your thigh, gently grazing your skin there making your skirt ride up.

As it moved to skim across your inner thigh, you shot him a warning look only to be met with a smirk. Adjusting the blanket, you folded your other leg so it wouldn’t reveal what was going underneath as Tony’s fingers brushed over your clothed pussy.

“Told you I would return the favour somehow. Now, you can be quiet for me, can’t you?”

He leaned over to press his lips against your ear, while the others remained blissfully unaware of it. You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on the tv as he slid your underwear aside to feel your moist folds.

The grip you held on the soft blanket tightened as Tony dipped a finger inside your entrance, making your breath hitch. Slowly he dragged it along your walls, massaging them while his thumb toyed with your clit, reveling in your predicament.

If anyone were to turn their heads and look your way, it would mean trouble. But the thrill of it was unparalleled, here you were sitting with your family on movie night while being fingered under the blanket but none other than Tony Stark.

You almost let a moan slip out when he added another finger to the party, pumping it in and out of your drenched pussy. Your breathing was erratic and you prayed to God nobody would notice. But someone did.

Sebastian.

“You alright, Y/N?”

He whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder while Tony’s ministrations didn’t stop.

“Y-yeah I’m okay. Just watch the movie, Seb.” You managed to whisper back, gripping Tony’s right hand under the fabric as you felt yourself nearing the edge.

The movie worked in your favour as a fight ensued on the screen, loud blasts and punches echoed through the speakers, giving you enough cover as you let go, quietly whimpering as your orgasm washed over you, making you clench around Tony’s fingers.

“Such a good girl.” His praise sent tingles down your spine as he pressed a kiss against your hair. Tony retracted his fingers that were glistening with your arousal, adjusted your clothing and went back to focusing on the movie as if nothing had happened.

By the time credits rolled in, your father had already passed out, as had Sebastian, leaving you, Tony and your mother. She had convinced him to stay the night and leave in the morning as it was late & since he was your ride back, you would crash in your room too.

Which only meant one thing. The night wasn’t over yet.

Maybe it was the third glass of wine or the rush of adrenaline but once you were back in your room, you had put on skimpiest lingerie from your wardrobe and laid on your side.

The doorknob twisted and you heard the lock click shut softly, a presence that made your thighs clench stood behind you, taking in your form. Moonlight shone through your open window, casting an ethereal glow as you lay on your side, curves on display for the man who was drinking you in like a parched soul. Delicate lace that barely covered your bits made his pants constrict, you heard the bed dip under his weight before his arms went around you, pulling you back against him.

“Do you sleep like this everyday?”

His whisper made you press your ass against his crotch, looking over his shoulder you shook your head with a sly smile and reached back to palm his cock.

“Only for you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony cursed under his breath, his lips attached to your neck while cupping your breasts, pushing his erection against your hand. He could definitely get used to you calling him ’Mr. Stark’.

“See how hard you make me, sweetheart?”

You had to swallow a needy whimper as Tony’s fingers tweaked your nipples until they hardened and admired the way your body was so responsive to his touch. The effect he had on you was evident, goose pimples on flushed skin as his hands roamed over your flesh, desire pooled between your legs that had already ruined your panties.

Your head fell back as Tony found your wetness, grunting against your ear while gathering it on his fingers.

“So wet for me, princess.”

The act felt so incredibly thrilling, it was like a new kink had been unlocked. Walls were thin and you could get caught any time, and your parents weren’t the heaviest of sleepers.

In the quiet of your room, you could hear wet, squelching noises as Tony’s fingers stretched you open, making it harder and harder for you to not make a sound.

“Please..” you whimpered, the urgency in your voice made him chuckle.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Tony.”

He could come at the sight you like this alone, desperate and writhing under his touch.

“I don’t have a condom with me, sweetheart. You’ll have to take me bare.”

Oh you were more than ready for that.

You didn’t need words as you reached back to undo his zipper, making him nip at your skin playfully. Freeing his cock, Tony gave himself a few pumps, gathering the slick on his tip before lifting your leg slightly so he could take you from behind.

A deep sound reverberated from his chest as he bottomed out, sheathed in your tight warmth while you let out a wanton moan.

“Shh. We don’t want to get caught, do we?”

As he began to move, you gripped the sheets under you, meeting his thrust as it felt different this time around. You felt his cock dragging along your walls, the blunt tip brushing against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. The bed creaked and settled under the weight and movement as you let out yet another sigh, making Tony stuff your mouth with his fingers. You tasted your arousal on them, sucking on them needily as he impaled you, muffling the sounds you were making.

His muscles tensed and cock twitched, letting him know he was close as your walls fluttered around him, leaving you shuddering in his arms as you came.

“Fuck, Y/N. You did so well for me.” His breath was hot against your ear as you came down from your high, clenching around his length before he pulled out, squeezing the tip of his length right before he spilled his seed across your ass, painting your skin white with his warm cum.

Naughty smiles adorned your faces as you exchanged kisses, like horny teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. You hadn’t bothered to clean up while Tony tucked himself back in his pants, standing over you and giving you a little slap on your ass.

“Clean up, dirty girl.” he chided, walking out of your room and shutting the door behind him as sneakily as he had come in.

Your phone had run out of battery by the time Tony dropped you home. After a shower, you plugged it in and it began ringing with a thousand notifications, making you frown and check to see the source.

They were all from Izzy.

Opening the last one you took a seat on the couch, not realizing what a good decision it was to sit down as you read the message.

Y/N, where are you? Tony Stark is engaged to marry Pepper Potts. Call me.

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It had been two hours since you spoke to Isabelle, processing the information that was dumped on you.

He was engaged. To a woman named Pepper Potts. You recalled your father mentioning her name the other night. A web search about her revealed she had started out as Tony’s assistant, worked very closely with him for years before she became an integral part of Stark Industries. She now worked closely with his business advisor and had apparently been dating her boss for longer than the media was even made aware.

He was engaged. And you had slept with him. Twice. The news was all over the internet after the announcement was made not too long ago. An official statement released to the press that sent the news channels in a frenzy and you into a shock.

Why had Tony kept this from you? Why hadn’t you asked it before getting involved? Why did it never occur to you? Why did he never bring it up? More importantly, what else was he lying about?

As if on cue, your phone rang. It was him. You watched it ring until it stopped, it happened a few more times. As much as you wanted answers, you couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. Angry. Even hurt.

Your phone buzzed again. He had sent you a message.

Let me explain this, Y/N. Please call me.

Reading it over and over, you paced about your living room, unsure of what to do. Izzy had been right. This was way too complicated.

Congratulations on your engagement Mr. Stark.

You hit send and turned your phone off, throwing it on the sofa before storming in your bathroom for a much needed bath. You need time to think. And you knew one thing for certain.

You needed to stay the hell away from Tony Stark.

[m-jelly]

I have a request for mafia erwin bc I love this au

Reader has a boudoir photo shoot so she can surprise Erwin with the pictures but Erwin ends up walking in where he wasn’t supposed to and sees reader all dressed up in lingerie for him

Erwin pays the photographer and sends them away so he can ravage his wife

Photographs

Erwin x fem!reader

Modern AU, married, mafia Erwin, romance, being a couple, smut, teasing, dom Erwin, loving Erwin, unprotected, oral, touching

Erwin finds you in lingerie taking photos for him. He stops the shoot and ravages you instead.

This started getting very long, so I wasn't able to make it to the end of the sex session and aftercare, but Erwin is incredibly loving and a good dom thoughout.

@mari-zs

Erwin was in need, a deep need for his precious wife. He felt annoyed by the people around him, he just wanted to hold you in his arms. He left his meetings early and anyone that approached him he would give them a dark and deadly look that was pure death.

As he moved through the halls he couldn't locate you, which annoyed him. He grabbed someone passing by. "Where is my wife?"

The man gazed at Erwin. "A-Ah, I believe sh-she is home."

Erwin released him and smiled. "Thank you so much."

Now Erwin had a mission and a target. Words could not describe how excited he was to see you. The base was connected to one of his homes. Erwin owned many homes because he wanted to spoil you. The one at the base was simple, where he could work and come home to you rather fast.

He shoved the doors open to his home and looked around. He inhaled deeply and enjoyed how the home smelt of you, it made him deeply happy. After searching the main part of the home he suddenly stopped when he heard your soft voice and you sounded nervous.

Erwin slammed the doors open and was ready to rip someone apart. As he gazed into the room he felt his heart flutter when he saw you in alluring lingerie, it was just a cute white with lace and reminded him of the wedding night. It delighted him that you were dressed so nicely, but he noticed a man with a camera.

Something snapped in Erwin, it pissed him off that someone was taking pictures of you like this. "Taking pictures of my wife are you?"

You hurried over to Erwin. "Darling, stop!" You stood between him and the photographer. "He's here because I paid him too. I wanted to get pictures done for you. A boudoir photoshoot." You blushed a little as you felt a bit embarrassed. "It was going to be a surprise."

Erwin caressed your cheek. "Really?"

"Yes."

He pulled you against him. "Photographer? Did you get enough pictures?"

The man fiddled with his camera. "Y-Yes."

Erwin released you and fished his wallet from his pocket. He handed over a large wad of cash. "Get those ready for me as soon as possible. Now, please leave as I want to be alone with my wife."

The man bowed and gathered up his things. "Thank you!"

While he was leaving, Erwin followed him and locked up the place after. After locking up, Erwin slowly made his way to you and felt his heartthrob when he saw you leaning in the doorway just admiring him. He wanted to do so many things to you. His head was filled with countless ideas.

He walked right up to you and smiled. "Why don't you show me a pose you were in for a photo."

You whined a bit as your nerves seeped in. "Mm, okay."

He chuckled. "Don't be nervous, my beautiful kitten." He turned you around and patted your bum. "Go."

You giggled and ran over to the comfy blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I did one here."

"Nice pic."

You posed a bit and sighed. "Not very sexy. I did try."

Erwin yanked his tie off and approached you. "Oh, I don't know about that. I think you're divine." He knelt before you and began crawling up. He came to a stop above you and smiled. "So sexy."

Your cheeks heated up as you gazed up at your husband. "Really?"

"Yes." He leaned down and kissed you. "I want to eat you up." He kissed your cheek and neck as he lightly rubbed your clothed heat. "My perfect wife."

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand with your head turned. Your other hand gripped Erwin's thick muscular arm. "Erwin."

He nipped your neck and smirked. "You're so much fun to play with."

You shivered in delight. "B-Blame your t-touch."

He moved your hand from your face. "Do you like my touch? Do you like it?"

You nodded as you gazed at him. You gulped hard as you felt your heart flutter. "I love you and your touch." You caressed his perfect face. "I love you so much."

Erwin crashed his lips against yours and hummed in delight. He pulled back and chuckled. "You are really horny, huh?" He looked at his fingers. "So wet."

You covered your face with your hands. "Erwin..." You rolled onto your side. "D-Don't say that."

He spanked your bum making you squeak. "I think I'll use this position later, but for now I want to eat you." He parted your legs and lay down on the floor. "A perfect snack for me."

You giggled when he pulled on your panties and snapped them. You slipped your legs over his shoulders. You pressed his face with his thighs and hummed as he purred at you. "You look good there."

He smirked at you. "Love the confidence, darling."

The way he moved was so quick and calculated, each move had a purpose and the aim to please you from head to toe. With a gentle swipe of his thumb, your panties were moved to the side and his tongue was against your clit. Before you could comprehend his actions you were met with a vibration of pleasure that caressed your body.

Soft locks of your hair collected together when you moved your head back. Gentle moans drifted from your glistening red-tinted lips and slowly filled the room. A gentle purr of pleasure rumbled from your husband as he enjoyed the sweet music coming from you. The gentle movement of his tongue was like a tantalizing dance to lure your body into ecstasy.

Soft plump thighs gently held Erwin's charming face in a loving caress. Stimulated by the press of your thighs, Erwin moved his tongue in all the right ways to escalate your pleasure to gain your delicious orgasm. It was something he so desperately craved. Every orgasm you had was a tantalising present to him.

A rush of heat caressed and embraced you. Your fingers tangled in the soft hair of your husband and tugged to indicate no more. "Mm." The pleasure was too much for him to continue his meal. "Erwin."

Just as he promised, while in your blissful state, he closed your legs and moved them to one side. "Do you desire me, darling?"

You nodded shyly as you wiggled under him. "I do."

He gave your thighs a reassuring smile as he waited for your approving look. Even though you had verbally confirmed you wanted him, he still had to ensure he could continue. Erwin's priority was always you.

After receiving your verbal confirmation and your reassuring smile and shift of your body toward him, he then unbuckled his trousers slowly so you had an arousing show. Watching him slowly reveal his big thick erection was always exciting. Every inch of this man was created by the Greek Gods, even his twitching cock with the throbbing vein wrapped around it and pink swollen tip.

With a gentle push of his thumb, he moved your panties and parted your pussy lips. His hypnotic ocean-blue eyes admired your slick hole with arousal trickling from it. Guiding himself closer, he pressed his tip in for a moment and steadied himself, you were just so wet and your heat was addictive. No matter how often Eriwn had been deep inside you, he never got tired of it. The way your walls wrapped around and caressed him was something made by magic.

After shifting his legs a little and ensuring his knees were grounded, he pressed deeper into you until there was nothing left to give. It always delighted him to watch each inch of his length slowly disappear into you until his pelvis pressed your body and his tip kissed your cervix. He has to praise you.

He caressed your thigh and gently touched your cheek to see you were flushed, lips parted and your eyes glazed over with pleasure. Fuck you were beautiful. "Good girl. You did so well. You took all of me."

You hummed and nodded. "Your cock is so big and thick. It's addictive. I have to take it all, I need it all."

A deep chuckle rumbled from him. "So honest, my precious wife. I feel the same." His big hand gently rubbed your pelvis. "I love being balls deep inside you. I have to put every inch of my cock in here. I need to give you all of me and then make your womb swell with my seed." He gripped your thigh and hip. "You're mine, darling, never forget that." He bucked hard into you to emphasise his words. "Never forget my love."

You gripped the carpet below you from the of pleasure. "Oh fuck, yes Erwin."

He bucked hard again. "Never forget my touch." He started pumping into you, the delicious slapping noises starting. "Never forget my body." He smiled as you screamed in pleasure. "Never forget my cock."

You shook your head and mewled. "I'll never forget!" You panted and pushed your chest out causing your breasts to heave in the corset. "Fuck me like you need me, like you're desperate for me like your life depended on it."

Erwin panted a little. "Always." He moaned your name as you clenched him. "That's it, love, squeeze my cock. Show me how much you need me inside you."

"I need you." You mumbled your words as your mind began to break. "I need this."

"Touch yourself. I want you to squeeze me so tightly that I might cum early."

You did exactly as your husband commanded, your hand shot down between your thighs then your fingers clumsily played with your clit. "Erwin!" Your toes squeezed tightly along with your pussy walls. "More!"

He shifted your hips just a little before moving his legs in a power stance, now he had more power behind his thrusts. He admired how pink your thighs and ass were becoming from his strong bucks and thrusts. The sounds your pussy was making as he ravaged it was like a drug to him, he wanted so much more.

You covered your mouth with your hand as tears gathered in your eyes, the pleasure was becoming intense and you knew your whole body was going to shake after. A little drool slipped from you when the pleasure consumed you. You let yourself drown in the bliss as your orgasm slammed into you and commanded every inch of your body.

Erwin grunted as your walls fluttered around him. He moved his hips slowly as he admired the glow that took over your body. "Fuck, princess, you are beautiful."

You panted a little as your body twitched. "Mm, Erwin. S-So good."

He chuckled as he caressed your cheek. "Did I make my precious wife feel good?"

"Y-Yes."

"I'm glad. It's always about you, my love." He leaned over and kissed you. "Your pleasure is my pleasure." He moaned. "I find your pleasure so arousing."

You purred at him. "Erwin."

He kissed you over and over. "Tell me how you want it."

You turned your head away and whined. "Y-You know how."

He did, but he loved you telling him. So, he dragged himself out of you. "Show me like a good girl."

You rolled over onto your stomach and raised your hips a little. "Mm, like this."

"Prone, hm?" He gripped your thighs and pushed his hands up slowly to your plump behind. "Excellent choice." He leaned over you and kissed your shoulder. "You do adore it when I take all of you, don't you?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

With a playful nip on your ear, Erwin pulled back and moved your panties to the side once more. He slipped back into your soaking heat and enjoyed the flutters of your pussy around him, it was happy he was back inside. Erwin shifted a little and leaned over you, his massive body covering you up.

He nipped your shoulder again before running his lips over the delicate skin. "Tell me how you want it. Soft or hard?"

You grabbed a cushion and pressed your face against it. "Erwin."

"Come on, love, tell me."

[sugawhaaa]

I had to hop in here straight away when I saw that your requests were open bcs istg I am SUCH a horny mess for Kwak Jiseok.

Aight so hear me out, something that personally really turns me on is taking photos of myself in revealing clothing or lingerie, not necessarily for sexting… just like the actual taking of the pictures is really hot for me yk?

So what I’m requesting here is something that has been taking up so much of my headspace that it’s honestly obsessive… and that’s a sexual photoshoot with Jiseok.

He’s the photographer, and he has a bunch of outfits that he wants the reader to wear… and even more poses in mind. Plus, if reader is a well behaved model and gets him the pictures he wants, he might reward her.

hope that makes sense!!

•°~★JISEOK X READER★~°•

High fashion

୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭🧷✧˚.୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭🧷✧˚.ᵎᵎ🎀୭✧˚.ᵎᵎ

Warnings::SMUT! VULGAR LANGUAGE!

Genre:: oral (f/m rec) fingering, cowgirl, hair pulling, PRAISE, pet names cream pie (don't try this at home) cum-shot, idk if this is relevant but it's mentioned a lot that he has a big cock 💀

Pairing:: dom!Jiseok x sub!fem!reader

A//N:: honestly I've never gotten a request like this before I was quite shocked 😭 I'm not complaining though, I'm happy to step out of my comfort zone and expirement a little bit. I was kinda torn on how I wanted to write this but I'll try my best 💪 also dw as a Gaon biased I can confirm that pretty much anyone who biases him is a down bad whore for him 💀

Songs that inspired this fanfic::

There is a business for everything. You were very well aware of that as a model for specifically...suggestive things. You modeled for all sorts of things. Bathing suits, bras, underwear, lingerie, and even certain sex toys. You had your fair share of acting as well. You were in a very select few porn videos, mainly because the pay was really, really, high. You definitely didn't hate your job. It made you feel good about yourself and comfortable in your own skin. You were heavily praised by fans for being "so brave" but in reality it made you feel good and you wouldn't have it any other way.

One day you were hanging out in your house, like one does, when you received an email from a designer. It was very professional and full of detail but to sum it up, this designer asked you to model their newest lingerie sets for them. You thought about it for a moment and looked at their website. It was full of beautifully designed lingerie and robs. The website itself was very professional with lots of details. It seemed trustworthy and you agreed to work with them.

A few days later you located the shop and went inside. You took a look around at the shop. It was small but filled with lots of items, but it wasn't crowded either. There was plenty of room to move around and look through everything. You noticed a woman at the front desk when she suddenly came up to you.

"Sorry we just closed we'll be open again tomorrow at 10 am if you'd like to come back," she smiled. She clearly didn't know that you were here to model so she mustn't be the designer. You took off your sunglasses and looked at her warmly.

"I'm actually a model. This is my first time modeling for this shop," you explained and the woman smiled.

"Oh, my apologies! Let me call him in," she smiled and went back to the desk. Call him over? Him?? You thought to yourself as you walked over to her desk. She pressed a button and spoke into a small mic. "There's a model waiting to see you," she said and the doors behind her opened moments after. A young man came rushing out. He had dark red hair and seemed like he was in his early to mid-twenties. He had a measuring tape around his neck and a pencil tucked above his ear.

"Ah, you must be Y/N~!" He smiled and came over to you, extending his hand. You shook his hand as your heart jumped out of your chest. "So I have a lot to go over with you. If you don't mind why don't we go into my workshop?" He gestured to the doors and you blushed.

"S-Sure, that sounds good," you smiled and followed him to his workshop.

"Sorry for the mess I hardly ever have time to clean around here with so many requests," he chuckles as you look around the room. Shelves filled with all kinds of fabrics and lace. Sketches of designs were tacked to a Bristol board near his main desk area. "I have quite a few different sets if you'd want to choose which ones to wear or anything," he said as he pulled out a large tablet and starting going through photos he took of all the sets.

"Don't worry about it. I'm comfortable wearing whatever you want me to," you smiled and he looked up at you with curious eyes.

"As long as you're sure..." he looked at you one last time before confirming that's truly what you wanted. "Okay then, I'll pick them out for you," he went over to a clothing rack he had and picked out a few for you. He held them up and eyed them to your body portions. "Do you know what size you are?" He said as he continued to sort through his designs.

"Yeah I'm about a Y/S, (your/size)" You shrugged. He nodded and swapped out a few of the designs for smaller or bigger ones.

After getting all the outfits chosen and the sets he wanted for you he let you try on your first outfit. You went into the fitting room while he adjusted the set. You looked at the lingerie he presented to you. Of course it was red and you looked at yourself in the mirror for a while adjusting it and admiring yourself. Jiseok then knocked on the door.

"Hey, are you dressed?" He asked softly. You got drawn back to reality from your day dreaming.

"Oh yes," you chuckled before opening the door. Jiseok had his professional camera around his neck as he held it with one hand. He looked you up and down and his face turned a soft pink.

"So I was thinking," he said before clearing his throat. "This bathroom is really nice," he smiled and you looked confused.

"Yes...it is," you said awkwardly.

"I think it'd be good to take a few photos in here!" He smiled and closed the door behind himself as he walked in. You nodded and waited for him to tell you what to do. "Could you lean back against the counter and kind of drop your head back to let your hair flow down," he asked as he gestured to the counter. You did as he suggested. He crouched down and held up his camera. He leaned forward and adjusted your leg slightly.

The brief second of contact was oddly exhilarating. You continued to pose as you heard the sound of the camera click. He moved to a different angle and took two more photos. "Okay now can you stand up straight and put your left hand across your upper chest," he said as he moved around to the front of you. You did as he said. "Tilt your head a bit to the left, like away from me," he said as he kept his eyes on your body. You did as he said and he smiled. "Perfect, just like that," he said as he snapped a few photos before squatting again to get some lower ones. "Okay now look over at the wall," he pointed to the left as he kept looking at you through the camera. "Perfect~" he prolonged the "per" in his words.

This process continued a few times in various locations with various outfits. You were in the washroom changing outfits again when you looked out the window to see it was dark. You continue to change into a beautiful white set. There was a little robe that went over top of it and you just fell in love with the design. You walk out confidently and Jiseok smiles.

"This one's absolutely gorgeous," you said as you looked at the silky fabric flowing off your body.

"Thank you," he smiled with red cheeks. "I just finished that design yesterday I believe," he looked you up and down before biting his lip slightly. "Alright, ahem, for this one we're gonna use the bed,"

You nodded and sat down on the bed. "Okay, can you go on your knees and sit down, putting your legs in a W shape?" He asked as he adjusted the camera lens. You nodded and did as he said. "Now lean back and spread your legs a bit more," you followed his instructions and watched him stay focused on his work. You bit your lip as you watched him. "Good girl," he said in a low voice and your heart skipped a beat.

Was that meant to be sensual or not?

You asked yourself. You remained focused and continued to hold your pose. "Okay now look to your right just a little bit," he moved his finger to the right as he looked into the camera. "Perfect. Stay just like that," he smiled and took a few photos. "Alright very good. Now lay back a bit more and cross your right leg over your left thigh," he said as he stood up.

You followed his directions and posed accordingly. He approached you and moved the robe a bit to expose more of your ass. You had to hold in your cheeky smile. "Relax," he said softly.

"R-Right," you blushed and composed yourself. He brushed back some of your hair to expose more of your skin and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Perfect," he smiled and took a photo. "Now take a nice, slow deep breath for me," he said softly and you did as he asked. You took a deep breath in and heard the sound of the camera clicking. Then you let your breath out, and he took a few more photos. "Thank you, that was excellent," he smiled as he stood up and let his camera hang. He sat on the edge of the bed and you sat up.

"Your designs are beautiful, it was truly an honor to model for you," you smiled and leaned in closer to him. You looked down at his veiny hands and you blushed before instantly looking back up at him. He followed your gaze with a sly grin.

"You seemed to be looking at my hands a lot," he smiled as he leaned closer to you as well.

"Y-Yeah, I just have a thing for hands," you say before thinking. You pause and realize how out of pocket you must sound. He chuckled slightly. "No, no, that's not what I mean, I mean like..." you blushed and he smiled.

"If you haven't noticed, I have a thing for lingerie," Jiseok smirked and you looked at him attentively. "And elegant women, women that know they're worth yet sometimes still shy, women who model. Or you could say I have a thing for you," he smiled cheekily as he leaned closer. He twirled your hair around his finger as you looked at him with a flushed face. "Tell me, do you just have a thing for my hands or is there more?" He leaned in for a kiss but waited for you to give in. You leaned in and kissed him, he put his hands in your hair. You put your hands around the back of his neck and leaned back. You fell to the bed and he pinned you to it.

"I have a thing for guys with the name Kwak Jiseok," you smiled and he chuckled. He slid one of his hands up your body, tracing the stitch bands around your thighs and hips. He kissed between your collarbones softly. You leaned your head back to give him more access to your neck and chest.

"I'm so addicted to you," he grinned before kissing your neck and sucking on the skin. You inch your hips up to hit Jiseoks. His body jerks slightly from the sudden contact against his erection straining against his pants. He lets go of your skin from his lips and his head falls down. The roots of his hair being the only thing you can see. His hands continue to roam around your body as he kisses down your chest and stomach, just to the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with hooded eyes.

You extend your hand down to run your fingers through his dark hair. He pressed the flat of his tongue against your clothed clit. You jumped and your legs inched closer to each other. Jiseok smirked and brought his hands down to your hips. He pulled off your panties, leaving them on the corner of the bed as he indulged in your pussy. He dived his head down in between your folds and slurped all your slickness.

The lewd sounds echoed in the empty studio. Your chest heaved at the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Yes," you moaned softly as you grab his head to steady yourself. His tongue flicks your clit as his hands claw at the outside of your thighs. He buries his face in your pussy. You arch your back, bucking your hips into his jaw. You can feel him smirk against your aching core. He pulls back to breathe for a minute.

"You taste so fucking good," he says before licking his lips. His plump lips wet from your juices. The tip of his nose and chin glistening. He leans back down to continue his meal. He takes another long lick up your folds and you can't keep your loud moans in. He begins to circle his tongue around the lips of your pussy as his fingers tease your entrance. His nose presses against your clit, creating an insane amount of stimulation. It's no doubt that this isn't his first rodeo. His techniques were sending sparks throughout your entire body.

The sounds of him slurping up your juices ring in your ears as you feel your climax approaching you quickly. "J-Jiseok, I'm close," you manage to whimper out between loud moans and intense gasps for air. Jiseok just continued to eat you out like you were his last meal. You grabbed his hair in a tight fist as your legs shake, threatening to close and lock around his head. "Jiseok!" You call out his name as flicks your clit mercilessly. You come undone beneath him. Your legs locking around his head as he licks up all of your cum.

Once you come down from your high you open your legs. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, it was like a reflex," you apologize but Jiseok cuts you off.

"Shh, shh," he shakes his head. You pause and watch him attentively. He sticks his tongue out and runs his index and middle finger down the outside of his tongue. His fingers glistening from your cum. You blush and feel your walls tighten around nothing from the excitement of his flirtatious action. You bite your lip. "You were such a good little girl," he cooes as he leans over top of you. You see his shirt covered in miscellaneous liquids. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he sits on his knees.

He throws his shirt aside and you admire his toned body. You extend a hand out to run along his abdomen. His skin is so soft and smooth. You look up at him to see a playful grin on his lips. You travel your hand down to his waistband tugging on it lightly.

"You want a turn now?" He says in a creamy low voice that makes the butterflies in your stomach fly south. You nod softly and he lets out a little sigh. He unbuttons his dress pants and takes them off along with his boxers, finally freeing his member.

He lays back on the bed and you instantly crawl beside him, eager to play with his cock. You can't help but admire the way it stands against his stomach. You grab him from the base and take one long lick up his length. A soft moan escapes his lips as his body jerks lightly. "Good girl," he says as he brushes back your [H/L] hair. You look at his erection worriedly. You hesitantly open your mouth and approach his tip. "If you don't want to baby you don't have to," he says softly, misenturpitating your hesitation.

"No, no I want to. I'm just not sure if I can't fit it all in my mouth," you chuckle with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry about fitting it all, that's what your hands are for doll," he smiles as he plays with your hair. You nod and put your lips around him. He groans loudly, seething between his teeth. "Fuck, baby," he grunts as he holds your hair in a messy ponytail. You hold the bottom of his length, rotating your hand from extra stimulation. "Good girl, just like that," he praises, knowing you're trying your best. You Bob your head slowly adjusting to his size.

You roll your tongue around as you stuff him in your mouth. He grunts lowly and you can see him trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. He's trying not to push you past your comfort zone but he's also losing it. "You're doing so good," he continues to praise as he plays with your hair. His praise encourages you to take a little bit more of him in your mouth. You begin to Bob your head faster from the encouragement.

"Yes!" He moans loudly his hips ever so slightly bucking up. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard baby but you're making me go crazy," he admits as he holds your head. You rub the tip of his cock on the inside of your cheek as you continue to suck him off. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and both of you know he's just about to go over the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" He moans and you slip him off of your lips, his cum squirting up into your face.

His cum drips down from your eyebrows to your chin. He lets go of your hair as he pants heavily. You lick up his length to taste every drop of his sweetness.

"You're so hot," he says in a low raspy voice. He suddenly picks you up by your hips and holds you just above his tip. "Are you ready for this?" Jiseok asks in a soft voice.

You nod "Yes," you bite your lip eagerly.

"Are you sure?" He asks one more time to be sure. You nod vigorously and he finally lets go of your hips. You slowly sink onto him, his cock stretching you perfectly. You throw your head back as you let out a loud moan. "You're s-so tight," he groans as he holds your hips again. You fully sit down on his length and take a moment to adjust to him.

You slowly start to roll your hips on him. You feel his tip hit so deep inside you. You clench around him as your body jolts forward in pleasure, your semen-covered hand over your mouth. Jiseok reaches up to you with shaking hands. "I want to hear you," he grunts and you put your hand down. You start to get used to his size and start to slowly rise up and down on his cock. He swears he can see stars from the way you move on him.

He grips your hips harshly before you start bouncing on him. The sound of your skin colliding rings in your ears. You watch as his chest heaves. He extends a hand up to your tits which are currently bouncing with your pace. He slides his fingertips under the fabric he used only a week ago. He never could've guessed he'd be here now.

He runs his fingertips over your nipple adding to the sensations coursing through you. "I'm close," you moan as you bounce faster, your walls clenching around him.

"Good baby," he chuckles. "Keep using me until you're satisfied," he smirks as he feels his climax approaching as well. The feeling of your pussy hugging every vein in his cock so tightly drives him insane. He feels like you're just milking him into nothing. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" He says through deep, raspy, breaths.

"Inside," you moan out loudly as you orgasm, your legs shaking as you claw at his chest. He grabs your hips and thrusts into you a few more times causing you to let out a hoarse moan. You were already sensitive from just orgasming so intensely that this could just break you.

You felt his hot semen fill you up. His body glistens in sweat beneath you as the two of you pant in unison. You look down and slowly slide off his cock. A mixture of your pleasure pours from your pussy. Jiseok quickly presses his thumb against your entrance. You look at him surprised as cum drips from his thumb.

He pants as he looks up at you, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead.

"So, you wanna model for me again next week? Same time?" He chuckles before licking his lips.

A/N:: not to toot my own horn or anything but omg I love this fanfic *lip bite emoji* literally (s)creamed while proofreading it

[growingstories]

Jonathan

Jonathan Beck, a renowned fitness influencer with a massive social media following, had established himself as a fitness expert. With his app and monthly fitness columns, he was making a comfortable living. His expertise and popularity caught the attention of Men's Health magazine, who offered him a monthly column on fitness nutrition. Jonathan's first column focused on the carnivore diet, which he thoroughly enjoyed, especially the restaurant located right below his apartment. This restaurant happened to be one of the best meat joints in town, and the owner, Berney, greatly appreciated Jonathan's positive impact on his business. The owner extended an open invitation to Jonathan to eat at his restaurant anytime.

To escape the monotony of working from home, Jonathan began writing his columns from the restaurant. Berney, being a generous host, would always bring him a substantial serving of entrecote. As weeks went by, Jonathan found himself visiting the restaurant regularly - both for his columns and to craft fitness programs for his followers. It became a gathering spot for Jonathan's followers, who would often drop by to discuss food fitness and.

The success of Jonathan's monthly column led to an extension of his collaboration with Men's Health magazine. He even landed a cover shoot and an interview. Additionally, he was given the responsibility of creating monthly meal plans for the's magazine subscribers. But, a few weeks before his photoshoot, Jonathan noticed that his abs were slightly obscured by a layer of fat.

In a desperate attempt to prepare for the shoot, he resorted to a crash diet, a practice he never endorsed on his platform due to his belief in body positivity. Miraculously, the crash diet worked, and within three weeks, his abs were once again prominently visible in the photos.

With the increasing workload, Jonathan realized that he needed assistance with his own fitness program and social media. He hired a young fitness enthusiast, Mark, to help him manage his tasks. They decided to have weekly meetings at Berney's restaurant, which meant that Jonathan's visits became more elaborate. He would start with a healthy breakfast of avocado, eggs, and steak, conduct his meetings, and then indulge in a lavish lunch, often accompanied by Berney's special cake.

Oblivious to the consequences, Jonathan's abs were once again hidden beneath a layer of fat. However, his growing popularity continued to attract more followers, and the decided magazine to offer him a prominent position as their creative director. This meant that Jonathan had to spend a few days a week in meetings with the team, while the rest of his work was carried out from Berney's restaurant. Unfortunately, amidst his newfound success, Jonathan neglected his own fitness. His belly began protruding, and Berney would jokingly poke fun at his weight during his visits. Berney graciously allowed Jonathan to sample all his new dishes, which Jonathan would eagerly devour. Meanwhile, Mark, who remained strict with his own diet, took over the task of filming workout videos.

Weeks turned into months, and Jonathan found himself completely out of shape. He casually dismissed his ex-jock physique, claiming that he was merely bulking up. One day, Jonathan crossed paths with the publishing director, Peter Stanford, who barely recognized him due to his weight gain. Peter, aware of Jonathan's love for food, offered him an enticing opportunity. He proposed a new venture called "The Big 500," a book reviewing the top 500 restaurants in the US, to be published every five years. Peter wanted Jonathan to undertake the task, which would require him to visit and review all 500 restaurants. Lured by the prospect, Jonathan accepted the offer, fully aware that it would take an immense amount of time and dedication. He shared the news with Mark, who now had additional responsibilities. To compensate, Mark received a pay raise and shares in the company. Berney, proud of their achievements, offered them a large piece of cake and champagne to celebrate.

Jonathan meticulously planned his schedule, intending to visit three restaurants each week. He would conduct his meetings remotely during the day and visit the restaurants at night. After three days in city each, he would return to Berney's to write his reviews. Berney, known for his kindness, would provide snacks to help Jonathan stay focused, and Jonathan happily indulged. The next day, Jonathan would catch up with Mark and discuss business matters. On the remaining office days, he would dedicate his time to the publishing company. Unbeknownst to him, his clothes began straining against his expanding waistline.

Recognizing the need for speed, Jonathan decided to review six restaurants per week, thereby saving time for lunch reservations. This meant that every day he visited two restaurants, enjoyed Berney's snacks, consumed airline food, and indulged in office donuts. The consequences were dire. His weight started ballooning, and rumors began circulating about his physical transformation. Determined not to give up publically, Jonathan resumed working out at the gym, utilizing his own fitness program. However, he soon realized that he had become incredibly out of shape. The strain on his clothes reminded him of his former fit self, and he resolved to get back in shape. With determination, Jonathan hit the gym every morning for a month, striving to reclaim his previous physique. He pushed himself, even though he struggled to perform basic exercises.

One day, while in the office, he stumbled upon a box of supplement bars and decided to forego his usual snacking habits. Oblivious to the fact that they were weight gainers, he enjoyed a few and took some home. He requested more bars from the office, assuming they were a healthier alternative to airline food. The office promptly ordered a large supply. Jonathan continued devouring the bars during his travels, unaware of their purpose. Weeks passed, and his clothes grew tighter once again. He struggled even to tie his shoes due to his expanding belly. His arms had also grown significantly, which he attributed to his intense workouts. It was only when Mark noticed him eating another bar that he questioned Jonathan's choice. Mark, having read an article about the bars, informed Jonathan that they were indeed weight gainers.

Jonathan halted his consumption of the bars, but his calorie intake remained high. Unwilling to abandon his goal of completing the book, he continued on his path, accepting the progressive weight gain as a cost of his ambition. Months flew by, and after two years of relentless work, Jonathan had successfully met his deadline. His book was ready for release. Despite the challenges of his weight, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Peter, satisfied with Jonathan's performance, made him the creative director of the entire publishing company and offered to buy his fitness platform.

Jonathan weighed his options and eventually accepted the offer, understanding that this transition would provide a more structured and manageable pace. After dedicating himself wholeheartedly for two years, he had achieved his goals and set himself up for a successful future.

[accio-victuuri]

another interesting angle about wyb’s hat during the GQ event. i looked up both cpf and so/o wardrobe accounts and i didn’t see them identify where the hat came from. everything else tho was chanel, and the suit was dunhill which the brand themselves posted about. we didn’t think too much about it at the time cause we were too busy connecting it to luffy and other things.

now a post from fans & a little bit of detective work tells us where it could possibly come from. a fan posted about a hat store (hat of cain) in raffles hotel where xz stayed and took photos for his ralph’s club event. they look v close to what wyb wore.

if you go back to xzs vlog, there is a cut (p3) where you see downstairs from XZ is. people are saying that it is close to where the shop is. so that was a little clue from them. we have talked about how it appeared out of character for xzs to post a vlog in the midst of all the GQ event noise. they could easily post it the next day or even the weekend so it will go on hot search or better yet, so he won’t be accused of trying to steal the spotlight from other celebrities. no we think we know why. and why he was trying to match ybo’s caption. it’s him ( allegedly ) trying to say that he was responsible for WYB’s fashion accessory of the day. in his own way, showing off the same way that wyb was. 🤍

I’M SORRY XZ & XZS, we didn’t catch up on that hint sooner. We could only do so much investigative work. Lol. We will be better next time 😌😌😌😌

You can visit their IG to compare and see for yourself how similar it is to what WYB wore. I also looked up their website and Raffles Hotel was listed as one of the locations that have their store. You can even see one of their ig posts that talks about their product and a detail inside the hat ( p3 is yibo and p4 is the ig post ) is the same as yibo’s. I’m not an expert so i don’t know if this is a standard when making all hats with the same material but i have to say that the similarity is v interesting.

I mean, what are the chances really???

You have XZ who was recently in Singapore. Very publicly at that and it was not a secret that he stayed at Raffles Hotel. At this time, the theme of GQ MOTY was already set and they have already given the theme of the guest having to walk on land & water and not just your usual red carpet. Maybe XZ picked it cause he knew how much WYB loves hats. It could also be to match what he would be doing for his public event where he is the Guest of Honor.

Then WYB comes in and showed off this hat. We were all thinking it’s One Piece & Luffy coded, which it could be, but we’re now only realizing the deeper meaning. Why he was so attached to it too. YBO released a bts video earlier 12/9 and WYB was joking that he had a hat too like the one rowing, so that means he can also row the boat. Turns out, the style he was wearing is called a boater hat. So it fits. XZ bought it for him as a souvenir that he knew WYB would like, with the thought of the GQ event’s theme.

Maybe XZ wasn’t even implying that WYB wear it that prominently. He just thought of WYB when he saw it and being the person that he is thought that it would be a good accessory for a photoshoot related to WYB’s public event. Maybe he can explore parts of the old town venue and get some shots of him with it. However, much like WYB loves to show off things that XZ gave him, it became his main accessory for the day ( not my words, YBO said that in their caption lol ).

Lastly, I remember one of XZ’s staff was holding a raffles paper bag when they were going home. What’s on it that he had to hold it for safekeeping? If the shop was in the Raffles Boutique, wouldn’t a thing bought from there use the hotel’s paper bag? Wouldn’t you want to hand carry a hat like that in case it gets deformed when shoved in a suitcase?

Anyway, this is all a coincidence 👀👀👀

[oracle-of-dream]

A Bedtime Message

Summary: Jake has been busy with international schedules, and while you’re in Korea he can barely get time to talk to you during the day. So he tries to leave you videos talking about his day.

Notes: Idol!Jake x nb!reader, Fluff, Video messages

You just finished your shower and face care from another day of work. You always hated going to work but knew at the end of every day you’d get a new message. Your boyfriend, Jake, set his messages so you would always receive his messages right before bed. So you can hear his voice just before bed.

You crawled into bed, getting comfortable under the blankets and arranging your pillows as your phone chimed. You scooped it up in an instant to see Jake’s face as your lock screen lit up your dark room. It was a picture he’d taken while on a beach somewhere, you weren’t sure which beach but you told him we were forbidden from posting it online so you could have your own private picture of him. Jake loved the idea so he’d sent too many pictures to choose from, but this one was special because the sun hit his face just perfectly.

You opened today’s message and the video started to play.

Jake looked radiant as usual through your phone screen, sitting in another hotel room with a warm look on his face.

“Hey, Love.” He said. His voice was smooth and soft and listening to it made you miss him even more. Sometimes he’d pretend it's actually like a video call, leaving a pause in between some places for you to speak to him.

“Hi Jake,” you whispered back. 

“Today was a really busy day, just like usual, but check out the food I just got from room service!” Jake panned the camera down to show a dinner spread. A steak dinner with rice and gravy and veggies. “I have no idea how much it costs,” he cut the steak and took a bite. “But this is still nowhere near as good as your food.”

You watched Jake set the camera back up on himself and he ate a few bites of his food, occasionally looking up at you and shaking the hair out of his eyes. 

“Oh…” He sounded sad. “Another stressful day at work. I know it sucks, but I’m so proud of you for always working so hard, I’ll become your house husband at the rate you’re making money.” He chuckled. He fixed the folds in his shirt and leaned close to the camera, turning it on its side so it could be like he was lying down next to you. You’d told him one time that you watch the videos in bed, so it seemed like he was trying to make you feel like he was there as much as possible. 

“Anyways, so what I did today!” He beamed at the thought of what he’d done that day. “We woke up so early! Like 5 a.m.! Ni-ki and Heeseung still made us late–Heeseung is actually my roommate for this part of the trip but he’s letting me talk to you alone. Anyways! We woke up super early to get to a photo shoot location and were there for about three hours. I fell asleep for most of the ride and the shoot, so I didn’t manage to get any photos to give you in the outfit they gave us…” Jake scratched the back of his head and got quiet.

You spoke to him, “It’s okay. I know you’re busy…”

He timed it perfectly and smiled brightly right when you answered. “Really, you’re not that mad? I promise I’ll bring a souvenir from this place too! LA is so beautiful and warm, we should go here when we have a vacation! I’ll buy you whatever you want and take you to the beach!”

You giggled at seeing him so excited, you hugged the body pillow next to you tight imagining it was him lying in your arms.

He laughed with you. “What next…? Right! After the photoshoot, the guys and I went to a fan event. A pop-up where we could talk to fans and get gifts, some gave me some cool treats to bring home so I’ll hide them from Sunoo and bring them home to you to have.”

“That sounds great. I’d love to try them.” You said to him, tears running across your face and onto your sheets.

There’s a knock on the door in Jake’s video. “Y-yes?” Jake called as he looked at the door.

You heard some noises and then Heesung spoke, “Jake, the manager is saying we gotta go to bed. I’m sorry bro, I stalled as long as I can…” 

Jake sank into his chair. “But I haven’t finished telling them everything we did today.”

Heeseung walked into the frame and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I know, we’re still busy for two more weeks before we fly back to Korea.” Heeseung leans down to look at the camera, “I’m sorry y/n, we both have to go to bed now, I hope you don’t hate us too much.” 

Jake played with the fork on his plate. “I didn’t even get to finish eating.”

You and Heeseung spoke at the same time, “Then you shouldn’t have ordered it so late if you knew that you would have to go to bed early!”

You laughed thinking how similar you and Heeseung must sound to Jake, always nagging at him for being too careless or goofy. But it also made you feel happy knowing that Heeseung was taking good care of him for you.

Jake turned the camera upright again, with a pout on his lips. “I’m sorry y/n… I promise tomorrow’s video will be twice as long as normal to pay back the time I missed tonight.” Jake paused, you could see him fighting tears. “I love you so much. I’ll be back home before you know it, and then you’ll have to catch me up on everything, okay?” Jake leaned forward and kissed the camera. He waved one more time before turning off the camera with a soft but sad smile.

You put your phone on its charger and rolled over in bed. “I hope tomorrow gets here faster…”

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hey Star!

Can I get a 💕 For Jake and Shutterbug? That two-shot was HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Lucky ☘️

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips with Jake and Shutterbug

Lucky! Thank you for loving Jake and Shutterbug (from Photo Finish and Lens Flare) as much as you do and requesting this little kiss blurb from me for them! This one is sexy, smutty and turns a common trope on it's head. (Somebody gets tied up. It's not who you think it is).

Are you ever going to open your eyes for me, darling?”

Your voice is teasing and light as you kiss his cheek, relishing in how his eyes squeeze tight at the light touch. It’s not often Jake lets you have control, preferring to keep you wet, wanting, and ready to do his bidding. Most of the time you’re content at his mercy, loving the feeling of his skin against yours. But tonight, it’s your turn to tease and torture. He’s in New York for the weekend, and your windows are open letting in some fresh air. Your apartment usually feels cavernous with only you in it, but with Jake, it feels like a space just big enough for two.

Of course, Jake’s not focusing on the summer breeze laden with the scents of the sweet blossoms from the park across the way. His attention, you’re gratified to see, is only on you. He’s splayed out across your bed, arms and legs tied securely to the bedposts, without a stitch of clothing on his person. There’s just enough slack in the restraints for him to lift his head up, muscles straining and stressing with every movement. His erection twitches against his stomach with each kiss you press to his skin. In contrast, you’re still wearing the dress you wore to work in the morning. 

“Darling you need to be wearing less clothes.” 

His voice is rough, Texan drawl seeping from every syllable though it is normally well hidden, smoothed by years away from home. It’s been growing rougher with every kiss you press to his skin. The scent of his cologne surrounds you as you slide down to kiss every ridge of his abs.

“How have you gotten even sexier over the past three months?”

It’s an observation you make against the tender skin of his hip.

“It’s not like there’s much to do when you’re in the middle of the ocean on an aircraft carrier, doll.”

He shrugs as much as he can with his arms stretched out. “Just work out and miss my girl.”

“So I’m your girl now, huh?” He nods earnestly, and you nearly kiss him when a cocky smile curves his lips. “And you really want me naked, huh?”

You trail your fingers gently over his abs, relishing every catch of his breath and bitten-off moan leaving his bitten lips. 

“I’m not going to.” You press a kiss over his heart. “I’m not the guy who blundered right into the middle of a photoshoot in my uniform and asked for a kiss.”

“So you wanted the kisses, Jake. Now you’re getting them.”

“Baby, I wanted to kiss that pretty little mouth. The mouth I’ve been missing for months now. Didn’t you miss me too?”

“Of course, I did, Jake. But I wouldn’t have blundered right into a class you were running on base and asked for a kiss!”

“My work,” You kiss the corner of his mouth as you straddle his torso. “Needs to be just as important as yours is in this relationship.”

“I promise it is, baby. Please, darling. You know where I want you.”

He’s definitely aching for you, but as much as you’d like to continue this game you’re playing, you’re aching for him, too. It has been way too long since you’ve been in the same location as Jake. So you pepper a gentle kiss against the freckles on each shoulder as you release the padded restraints.

“God, I missed you baby doll.” 

His arms are tight as he wraps them around your waist.

“Can I take this pretty dress off, darling?”

With his lips against your throat, all you can do is moan. It seems like his tongue is hitting every sweet spot on its way down your body. If you were aching for your boyfriend before, now, you’re even wetter and more eager for his touch. You’re not sure how he gets the ankle cuffs off, but you don’t care.

“God, I missed you, Jake.”

His hands rob you of your thoughts and what is left of your words. Every kiss, every touch it feels like he’s kissing you again for the first time. Your stomach feels like there is a swarm of butterflies in flight in it as he pushes you to your knees.

“I missed you, and I missed your gorgeous mouth. You gonna show me how much you missed me, pretty girl?”

Your answer, as with everything tonight, is a kiss. It seems like every moment is punctuated by lips against hot skin, gentle caresses fanning the flames of heat further. He’s like velvet on your tongue as you swallow around him, grunts, whimpers and moans echoing in the heavy air as you work him over.

“Baby Doll, I - I.” His hands clutch at your hair as he thrusts into your mouth. 

“Cum,” you growl as you lap at the mushroom head of his length, suckling the tip until he’s arching around you. Your victory is only partial, because Jake is on you before you can even catch your breath and find your voice again.

It feels like both minutes and hours later when you finally collapse next to Jake, feeling worn out in the best way. 

“So, you missed me, huh, baby doll?

“More than you know.” 

It’s right, you think, that your final kiss before sleep drags you under is one to his smugly curled mouth.

Ask me to write a kiss for one of my pairings!

[cherrysoojins]

👢 𓂂 ⟢ 💡 ♡

female reader x ateez hongjoong

multi talented! hongjoong x makeup artist! reader

suggestive themes, minors dni, swearing, abuse of power, hongjoong is a model & ceo, reader has very conflicted feelings, kind of enemies to lovers esk, JUST A DRABBLE NO PT. 2

— being a makeup artist for your original company was great. you loved being on the move and meeting new clients everyday. but that came to an end when you met kim hongjoong.

being a makeup artist for multiple different idols, artists, models, meant that you were always on the move. always having another schedule after the one you just completed, packing your supplies and moving into the truck you and your other team of makeup artists you’re working with that day and moving to the next location.

point of the matter is, you’re always on the move.

until you couldn’t be.

you loved your job how it was. you almost always had something to do, you were always busy, and it was refreshing to get home after a long day and rest your tired eyes and wrist feeling accomplished.

but after years of such a schedule, it all shifted the second you met the famous model, kim hongjoong. a versatile and a well sought out man in the modeling world. from modeling for every big name within the fashion industry, to being his own model for his own genderless clothing line and his own ceo– kim hongjoong was a great man.

a great man who you would think wouldn’t fire his makeup artist that had been with him for years at the sight of you, who got the opportunity to fill in for the poor woman since she had just given birth and was looking for a temporary replacement for her two months off, only to get a text from kim hongjoong’s manager saying she has been laid off from her job.

you did get a lengthy message from her, but you and her did figure it out since you also hated the fact she was let off in such a douchey way.

and even more so the fact that kim hongjoong called your own company, persuading them into transferring you into his company, and of course they said yes. it was kim hongjoong who was asking. you and the woman both found a common enemy in kim hongjoong, therefore your guys’ feud didn’t last too long.

however, the days of long hours and constant moving around to different places in seoul, changed. instead of meeting new customers every three hours, you are limited just to kim hongjoong all the time. every hour of the day you were scheduled to work, it was now only to touch up hongjoong’s makeup and prepare him for photoshoots.

the allure you had was something kim hongjoong couldn’t ignore. not only were you pretty, you were good at your job, had a good personality, absolutely loved to do makeup and always gave good results, and did he mention you were pretty? it was only a matter of time before another model or celebrity swept you under their wings, hongjoong had to make sure he did it first. he couldn’t lose a gem like you and he made that very clear every time you were working on him.

with a hand holding a brush, the other resting on his shoulders as the softness of the brush swiped across his lips, flushing them a soft red color, he held his hands on your hips and had a small little smile on his lips. a victory smile for the fact he was able to win the battle of touching you, even though you tried hard to tell him to keep his hands to himself.

“do you ever worry about your image?” you asked him honestly, a frown of slight annoyance on your face, eyes shifting from his lips you were coloring to his eyes that were already staring you down.

“something as simple as being in love with my makeup artist won’t hurt my image.” he told you confidently, shooting you a wide toothed grin that had you rolling your eyes.

love. he threw the word around so carelessly, unashamed about it even though he’s hardly known you for five months. people are all different when it comes to love, so you’re always unsure if the male actually did love you or if he was messing with your feelings. but you were definitely sure he held some sort of romantic feelings for you, a crush, maybe. but love? can a man as great as him really love you? and nonetheless, fall for you that fast?

you, however, didn’t know how you felt towards kim hongjoong. he was one, your boss. two, the man who pulled you was from the job you loved dearly because he wanted you. and three, annoying and maybe a little too confident for his own good.

you had so many different emotions towards him, you could never settle on one. sometimes you really did look up to him– an inclusive man who treats everyone fairly, no matter if they’re below him in fame, money, anything. to him, everyone is just a human who walks this earth with him, and for that, he treats them like such. like humans and not worthless bugs under his feet.

but other times he was annoying. on a rare day off both of you have, he shows up to your house and drags you around seoul, going to small cafes, thrift stores or insanely expensive stores where he buys you an outfit that your eyes linger on for a moment too long despite you telling him to stop. or he brings you back to his workshop and just talks to you while he works on a completely new piece of clothing for his fashion line. in the eyes of others, that sounds like a dream. but in the eyes of you, you had every reason to be slightly annoyed at the man for overworking you because he refused to hire another makeup artist besides you, and then proceeding to make you accompany him even on your days off.

“you sure? you know how your fans are.” you told him, a small smirk perking up on the left side of your lips before you frowned again, pulling away from him and shifting your upper body to the side to search through your makeup bag for your next item, his hands staying firmly on your hips.

“are you insulting them? how mean of you.” he chided, pouting his painted cherry lips but accompanied it with a shrug.

you didn’t respond, grabbing a glitter palette in your hand and leaning back over him, dabbing the glitter onto your hand and gesturing for him to close his eyes, tapping the shimmer onto his eyelids, looking back at the reference photo on the vanity to the side of you two to make sure you were doing alright.

“i like you.” he told you casually, and having heard it more than one million times, you hummed, pressing a little harder on his eye as you patted the glitter onto it. he groaned at the action, pulling his head away and glaring at you, pinching the sides of your hips which made you flinch and pull away.

“i know,” you said softly, reaching an arm to dig around your makeup bag once more.

“and i want to kiss you.” he responded.

“i know.”

“and hold you.”

“i know.”

“and bend you over and fuck you against that vanity.” he gestured lazily with his hand to the vanity your makeup bag was on that you were digging in, eyes slowly turning to look at him.

“um…” you responded differently that time, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. how was he so comfortable saying such things in public?

you’re pretty sure you saw the hairdresser that was a little bit behind him organizing her things give you two a little glance. but you also have to remember, it’s kim hongjoong. if someone says anything about him that’s remotely personal or bad, he can ruin their lives. basically, the man can say whatever he wants because he can ultimately get away with it every time.

hongjoong, being the ever so confident man just smiled and began to stand up, for just a mere moment, he loomed above you. not by much, though. for as confident as he was, he was just a tad bit shorter than the average male– meaning you and him were literally the same height. the only reason he intimidated you was because of how powerful he genuinely is.

“done?” he simply asked with a smile, tilting his head to the side and unzipping the golden vest he was adorned in for the photoshoot, exposing his abs to you entirely to the point where you had to look away.

“yeah,” you said, gulping as you closed your makeup bag. in reality, there was a small amount of eyeshadow you were supposed to do, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be near this many any longer, despite the aching feeling in your hands from straining them to not reach out and touch his slightly chiseled body.

the man in front of you caught a whiff of it, however. a slight twitch of your hands at your side gave you away. hongjoong leaned down slightly, not even bothering to look around and see if anyone was watching, bringing his mouth to your ear and pressing against it, his hand going around and clenching one of your wrists and bring your hand up to touch his chest.

a sudden gasp escaped from you, trying to jerk back but he wouldn’t let you.

“i’ll get this shoot done quickly, clear this place out,” he whispered to you, letting your hand explore every crook and crevice of his abs, controlling your hand himself. “then i’ll fuck you against this vanity.”

kim hongjoong was a powerful man who took your job that you enjoyed away from you, constantly took up your free time and off days over and over again.

and you would probably let him do it again.

not proofread, no part 2 😝 (unless i suddenly get inspo and the time)

[visit-new-york]

Bethesda Terrace, Central Park, New York City, New York.

One of the most iconic and well-known features in Central Park is Bethesda Terrace, a large plaza consisting of two levels as well as an Arcade and a Fountain.

Bethesda Terrace is one of the most iconic and picturesque features of Central Park in New York City. Located in the middle of the park, it serves as both a practical and aesthetic focal point for visitors. Here are some key details about Bethesda Terrace:

Location: Bethesda Terrace is situated in the southern part of Central Park, near 72nd Street and Central Park West. It is easily accessible from various points within the park and is a popular gathering spot for both tourists and locals.

Architectural Design: The terrace was designed by architect Calvert Vaux and was built between 1859 and 1863 as part of the original construction of Central Park. It is a stunning example of the Victorian-era architecture that characterizes much of the park's design.

Features: Bethesda Terrace consists of several noteworthy elements, including:

The Terrace Arcade: This grand, covered walkway features intricate designs and ornate detailing, including intricate tile mosaics and intricate carvings.

The Bethesda Terrace Stairs: The grand staircase connects the upper and lower levels of the terrace and is often used as a backdrop for various performances, photoshoots, and events.

The Central Fountain: At the center of the lower level is the Bethesda Fountain, which is one of the most recognizable features in Central Park. The statue atop the fountain, known as "Angel of the Waters" or simply "Bethesda Angel," was designed by sculptor Emma Stebbins and represents the biblical story of the healing powers of the Bethesda Pool in Jerusalem.

Cultural Significance: Bethesda Terrace has played a significant role in the cultural life of New York City. It has been featured in numerous films, TV shows, and music videos. Additionally, it is a popular spot for musicians, artists, and performers, adding to the vibrant atmosphere of Central Park.

Recreation: Visitors to Bethesda Terrace can enjoy a range of activities, including picnicking, people-watching, and photography. The surrounding area offers beautiful views of the Central Park Lake and the nearby Ramble, making it a popular starting point for exploring the park.

Renovations: Over the years, Bethesda Terrace has undergone several renovations and restorations to maintain its historic beauty and structural integrity. These efforts have helped preserve this beloved landmark for future generations to enjoy.

Literary and Pop Culture Connections: Bethesda Terrace has appeared in numerous literary works, including E.L. Doctorow's novel "Ragtime," where it is featured prominently. Additionally, the terrace has been featured in popular films such as "Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" and in the music video for Simon & Garfunkel's song "Feelin' Groovy (The 59th Street Bridge Song)."

Performances and Events: Bethesda Terrace often hosts a variety of cultural events and performances. Musicians, dancers, and other artists frequently use the terrace as a stage for their acts. The terrace's acoustics, especially beneath the Arcade, make it an attractive venue for impromptu performances.

Central Park Lake: The Bethesda Terrace overlooks the Central Park Lake, which is a popular spot for recreational activities such as rowboating. Visitors can rent rowboats and enjoy a leisurely paddle on the lake while taking in the scenic views.

The Ramble: Located just to the east of Bethesda Terrace is a section of Central Park known as The Ramble. This densely wooded area features winding pathways, rustic bridges, and abundant wildlife. It provides a striking contrast to the formal design of the terrace and is a popular destination for birdwatching and nature enthusiasts.

Central Park Conservancy: The Central Park Conservancy is a non-profit organization responsible for the care, maintenance, and preservation of Central Park's historic features, including Bethesda Terrace. Their efforts ensure that this iconic landmark remains in excellent condition for the enjoyment of all visitors.

Accessibility: Bethesda Terrace is easily accessible by various means of transportation. Visitors can enter Central Park from various points, including subway stations at Columbus Circle and 72nd Street, and then make their way to the terrace on foot.

Overall, Bethesda Terrace in Central Park is not only a testament to the park's rich history and artistic design but also a vibrant hub of cultural and recreational activity in the heart of New York City. Whether you're interested in architecture, art, music, or simply enjoying the outdoors, a visit to Bethesda Terrace is a must when exploring Central Park.

In summary, Bethesda Terrace is a beautifully designed and historically significant architectural feature within Central Park. It offers a tranquil and picturesque setting for visitors to relax, appreciate art and architecture, and immerse themselves in the natural beauty of this urban oasis.

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[freshfraise]

Mbappe x reader where he is really possessive and angry and jealous. You can come up with the scenario. Maybe something like what u did for Richi 🫶🏼✨

TERRITORIAL

pairing: mbappe x reader

summary: On the day of one of Kylian’s vital matches, speculations cloud the pitch. Both Y/N and Mbappe learn the crucial power of privacy, realising what people don’t know, they can’t ruin.

author’s note: angst!! possessive and jealous mbappe!! honestly i love writing for him!! plus i tried some new things <33. hope u enjoy and sorry for the long wait :) + i imagined blonde kylian whilst writing this

Kylian startles me, as he comes from behind me and wraps his toned arms around my waist. His chin resting on my shoulder, I let out a long exhalation of relief, feeling a wave of serenity among the bustling Parisian lights. I glanced up, staring deeply into the blinking lights that illuminated the city, and then looked back to Kylian, attaching my lips onto his. Today marked our six month anniversary, and Ky decided to bring us back home to celebrate. Paris always had a special fondness in my heart, as it is where I spent the first seven years of my life, where most of my family resided and where I met Kylian. Although our night had to be cut short due to Kylian’s match at Parc des Princes tomorrow, we both made sure to relish each other’s presence to the fullest.

It was rare we had each other to ourselves like this, due to our demanding and famed lifestyles. If I was free, Kylian had training and if he was free, I had a photoshoot. As if this wasn't enough of a hassle of its own, the added factor of secrecy makes things completely infeasible. Disguises, secret locations and body guards were just some of the thousands of precautions taken to ensure our privacy. So far, it worked, as Kylian was being linked to essentially every Woman in Paris except me. No one had the reason to relate the two of us, as to some, I lived in a completely different universe to Kylian Mbappe. And it was all worth it, as despite everything else about us being in the forefront of the public eye, we finally had something that was utterly and wholly ours. Just ours, and only ever ours.

“Je ne me lasserai jamais de ce vue.” (I will never get tired of this view.) I mention, entirely enthralled by the glimmering tower in front of me.

“Moi aussi.” (Me too.) Kylian responds quickly, and I whip my head back to find his stare unreservedly fixated on me instead of the tower. I smile softly, and drop my eyes to the floor attempting to conceal my bashful state. He can obviously see me try to hide my face, as he erupts into a fit of shameless laughter. This only makes me even more coy, as I physically cover myself with my hands to avoid eye contact. I rest my head on his chest, which reverbates as he continues to laugh at my timidity, as he begins to cradle it and kiss my head. His forwardness has always made me feel shy, which was one of things I liked about him.

“Let me take a picture of you.” He asks, staring directly into my dilated irises. I nod as he takes a couple with me doing funny pictures in front of the tower, some idyllic selfies of the two of us and some with my back turned, facing the view. I decided to choose one to upload to my story, appreciative of the views ahead of me.

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Game day. I made my way towards the stadium, riddled with nerves. As I sit patiently, my phone lights up seeing Ky’s name appear. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, since at a time so close to the game, he would never go on his phone, it was apart of his pre game ritual. I answer hesitantly.

“Y/N,” Mbappe says, and my worry quadruples in size.

“Yes?” I answer, and he lets out a sigh. “Ky, what’s up?”

“Have you checked your phone recently? Or seen your twitter?”

“No? Why? Do I need to?”

“Check your messages.”

Suddenly, I get a notification from Kylian, viewing the attachment he sent me. I gasp.

I go silent, and Kylian understands my thoughts, as he begins calling out my name. That was me and him, on the front cover, kissing, for everyone to see. How did we not know? How could we be so thoughtless?

I tune in to our conversation and listen to what Kylian has to say.

“Listen, there’s good news and bad news.”

“Je pense que la mauvaise nouvelle est très évidente, what’s the good news? (I think that the bad news is very obvious,)

“Your face is not seen in the article, that’s good, right?” He says, attempting to lighten the tone. I giggle at his ridiculous positivity.

“It says undetected not unknown, I already know they are just waiting for the perfect time to say my name.”

“Speaking of that, there’s one more piece of bad news. Check your twitter.”

I sigh, and my Twitter is on the verge of crashing down with the amount of notifications I have. I go to the trending page and view my name in capitals.

“Kylian…”

I tap on the hashtag and see tons of threads and tweets labelled:

A TIMELINE OF Y/N Y/L/N & KYLIAN MBAPPE’S RELATIONSHIP

THE FRENCH IT COUPLE: Y/N AND MBAPPE

Y/N & MBAPPE??? UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER,, KISSING???

Y/N IS THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO AND HERE’S WHY…

“Oh God.” I blurt out, realising just how bad this situation is.

“Yeah… essayez de ne pas trop vous en soucier, d’accord?” (try not to worry about it too much, okay?) Kylian says with his voice soft and gentle, trying to console me. I realise his game is getting closer, and he needs to focus, not calling me.

“You too. I’ll still be rooting for you in the stands. I love you.” I affirm, not allowing any trivial tabloids, trending hashtags or headlines get into my head.

“Je t’aime plus. (I love you more.) See you later, Ma vie.” (My life.)

Eventually, I reached Parc des Princes. This was the first time I would be going to one of his matches, due to our privacy precautions and coincidentally it was also the first time I went out as ‘Mbappe’s girlfriend.’ Great. We planned out this for months, ensuring that I could still have a good view, whilst still being hidden from the public eye, and now that all went to waste. As soon as I stepped out of the Uber, I heard haunting shutters and clicks of cameras, something which still irked me after all the experience. Mbappe made sure to increase the security, even before this whole situation, so I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Three different guards surrounded me, and escorted me to the seats, which, initially I thought was excessive, however now, I’m more grateful than ever. After navigating endless hallways and shortcuts, I finally sat down in my seat. I scan the pitch to find him, and I immediately see him, more unfazed than ever. Seeing him like that makes me feel more confident in turn, so I straighten up my posture, cross my legs, fix my hair and breathe. The whistle blows, and I just pray this match goes well.

Within minutes of the whistle sounding, Kylian is smoothly assisted the ball from Hakimi, before a defender from the other team viciously slide tackles into Mbappe’s ankles. He drops brutally. The crowd roars in anger and the referee whistle is sounded. I jump up instinctually, genuinely stressing. To everyone’s surprise, Mbappe limps up and begins to confront the heated defender. They argue aggressively, foreheads pounding, vicious shouts and boyish shoves and grunts consuming the screen. Just as the teammates from the respective teams begin to diffuse the situation, seemingly reaching a state of stillness, the defender utters something, which was completely unintelligible on the screens, but was clear enough to make Kylian charge towards him again.

Kylian releases himself from his frenzied team mates grasp and dashes towards him. Still provoking him with his comments, Kylian shoves the player with his utmost force and in turn, he drops to the ground immediately, rolling around to finish off the performance. I could tell Ky was extremely, extremely irritated by him, and was on the brink of losing control. The melodramatic player stops rolling around and gets back up, muttering more comments towards him. Kylian finally reaches his edge, as he shoves the player with intense acceleration. The crowd jumped in shock, the game turning into utter chaos as both teams failed to diffuse the situation miserably. The referee swiftly puts a red card above his head, something that Kylian was practically waiting for. He knew what he did was stupid. Before he left, I could make out the words ‘Parlez encore d'elle’, ‘Redis son nom’ and ‘Voir ce qui se passe’.

I could tell he was still angry as he left the pitch, as he ignored consoles from his manager and teammates and headed straight out towards the tunnel leading them back to the changing rooms. Suddenly, I make the executive decision to go, picking up my feet and explaining to bumptious guards that I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself.

Reaching the hallways, I hear the thump and strikes of objects being hurled around the room laced with a string of unrefined french swears. I breathed out Kylian’s name, before following the sounds as it became increasingly louder. I perceive erratic breathing and I become alarmingly worried at his state. Placing my fingers upon the door, I push outwards revealing the catastrophic conditions of the changing room. I see him, sitting on the floor against a disfigured locker door. His head hung back, facing the ceiling and his eyes pinched shut, as if he was trying to erase something from his mind. I murmur his name from under my breath, and he looks up at me, prolonging unfeigned eye contact. I begin to make my way towards him, before Kylian jumps up and moves back from me. I frown, puzzled but nonetheless I remain immobile maintaining a gut wrenching distance.

“Ky, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”(What’s wrong?) I ask gently, tilting my head and giving him further inspection. I glance down to his knuckles, bruised and red. “Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là-bas?” (What happened down there?) My voice slowly started to become less and less unfaltering as it grew with concern.

He shakes his head and compresses his lips together, his hands placed firmly on his hips. He starts pacing around the room, opening up and closing his mouth in an attempt to formulate a sentence. Seeing him this anxiety-ridden makes my heart pound with sympathy, so in a couple strides, I come towards Kylian and grab his attention. I cup his face, staring into his dilated irises. I see flicks of hesitation scan his face, before I begin to calm him down.

“I love you. You can trust me.” I reassure him, as his broad shoulders slowly become less uptight.

“I know I can. C'est moi, en qui je n'ai pas confiance..” (It's me, who I don't trust.) He mutters shamefully, expressing the extent of his anger.

“Well I do. I trust you completely.”

Kylian heaves, before his attentive glare left mine and watched the walls. “He- They know about you. He was talking about you on the pitch. The whole team.” I sigh, before softly dropping my hands from his face. He notices this, as he grabs my hands to hold them before they fall against my sides.

“What did they say?”

His head hangs low, and his gaze meets the floor. I look up at him searching for the eye contact I desire, but his eyes remain glued to the ground. “Ky-” I’m cut off as he looks back at me.

“First they said you were pretty. They kept saying your name, congratulating me for getting someone as sexy as you. Afterwards, they began to threaten me about how I need to get up from the ground so I won’t embarrass you. Then one of them started to talk about how they can treat you better. That they can fuck you better than me. When I pushed him down, his teammates started to say the same thing, saying your name, imitating you, moaning. It was disgusting and I’m sorry that you-”

I connect my lips onto his, overwhelmed. It felt like the only correct answer at the moment, as Kylian’s temper was rising by the minute. His resentment translated into ardent concupiscence, as his hands shifted against my body frantically. His hands in my hair, and my arms linked around his shoulders. I hoped my appreciation for him was communicated. A million thoughts condensed into one single moment.

I slowly detach my lips from him, as our foreheads touch. Trying to regain my breathing, I still see Ky’s eyes closed and his lips pressed together. Eventually, his eyes flutter open and I begin to laugh at his state. Face flushed, red lipstick staining his lips it was truly a heavenly sight. As our laughs reverberated against the changing room, he grabbed my waist and pressed it towards him in a snug embrace. After a few beats of silence, I place my chin on his chest to look up, “Is it bad to say I like it when you’re jealous?” He looks down and furrows his eyebrows. His dimple pops up as he talks, “I wasn’t jealous.” I laugh at his denial, because clearly his actions presented differently.

“So getting a four match ban isn’t a result of your jealousy?” I remark snarkily as Kylian pouts, slightly saddened by my words. I laugh quietly to myself, before I apologise profusely and kiss the tip of his nose.

He continues to plead his case saying “Je ne suis pas jaloux, je suis territorial. (I am not jealous, I am territorial.) Jealousy is when you want something that’s not yours, and I was just protecting what’s already mine.”

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