#mmmm i’m wet oops

[elsprincess]

cw: dacryphilia, overstim, rough sex, vibe use (r), dom!ellie

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ellie’s cock is filling u to the brim. she’s holding a vibrator to ur clit while her other hand twists ur sensitive nipples

it’s been hours, ur completely fucked out, whining and gripping the sheets, which only makes her fuck u harder

she’s got u on all fours, slamming into ur used hole. she relieves ur pleasured pain for just a minute when her fingers move from ur tits to grab a fistful of ur hair, yanking ur head back

“how u holdin’ up baby?” ellie teases when she notices ur knees buckling underneath u

ur vision starts to go white, ur moans are raspy and breathy

“can’t” slam! “speak?” slam! “hmm?” slam! she’s pounding into u relentlessly

“n-no j-jus—” she shoves her slim fingers in ur mouth, smirking at the way ur like putty in her hands, “mmm, that’s what i thought baby” slam!

“aahugh-el f-fhhuuh fuck!” ur whimpering and drooling in her palm, ur muffled pleads cause ellie’s head to spin and her strokes to hit deeper

“good girl, takin’ me so well” she lets go of her grip, ur head abruptly falling. her hand moves to cup ur face, cold liquid streams falling from ur eyes

ellie lets out a throaty chuckle, “d’aww is my little slut crying? does it feel too good baby?” her tone is husky n dark. slam! she plows into u, catching ur tears in her hand

ur sweet cries only add fuel to her unforgiving fire, she ups the vibrators setting and u let out a guttural moan, “knew u could keep goin’ doll”

she’s not stopping anytime soon ♡

[iwantyouplease]

Thinking about play fighting with a dominant femme and saying whoever wins gets strapped. Secretly, I want to lose and get pinned down and let them take their prize. But, I try anyways, and she’d put up a good fight, and actually DOES pin me down and licks up my neck. I’d moan, oops, shouldn’t have let them know that weakness, and immediately I’d “regret” it because she’d suck on my neck and put her knee between my thighs. I’d be completely embarrassed at how easily I’d be taken down. She’d chuckle in my ear about how it seemed like I actually WANTED to lose at how I’d scratched her back while she put a hickey on my neck. Feeling how warm I am on her knee and how I’m actually grinding on it, looking dazed and lustful. “Ohhhh, someone’s really riled up, huh, baby?” She’d fake pity me and reach her hand down to feel how wet I am for her. “Holy fuck… all this for me? Just at the IDEA of taking my cock gets you this worked up? Wow.” She’d gasp and lick her fingers to taste me. “Mmmm, you taste so good, baby…you really are just a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” I’d nod sheepishly, but she’d grab my chin to cage our gaze. “You’re Mommy’s good puppy” she’d put her thumb on my lip and I’d suck it in, blindly obeying her. She’d stand up and get it on, seeing the glint in my eye at getting the opportunity to be strapped by a beautiful woman. “Please, can I…” my gaze wouldn’t leave her cock.

“Awww, are you embarrassed? What does puppy want?”

“I… I want to suck your cock, please.” Id say, quite literally dripping with anticipation.

“Go ahead, handsome” she’d guide my head on it, take my time, gag on it. Until she notices me grinding on the floor “look at you, so silly. Here come lay on the bed, I’ll take pity on you, you desperate little thing.” She’d tease me until I’m almost screaming with anticipation. “You want it? How bad? How bad do you want mommy’s cock deep inside you?” She’d watch my eyes glow with lust.

“Please, mommy, so bad, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me with with your cock” she’d slip it inside of me and shutter at how easily she could slip in most of the length because of how wet I am.

“Fuck. I should’ve done this to you a long time ago.. I didn’t realize you wanted my cock so bad, baby.” She’d kiss along my neck, biting my ear and moaning as she’d bottom out and start fucking into me. “Mommy’s good little fuck toy so wet and needy for her cock… how long have you been dreaming of this, puppy?” She’d whisper.

“Oh, god” I’d gasp. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’m in heaven” I’d scratch down her back, grasping for whatever I could.

FUCK when is it my turn to be fucked stupid on some hot femme’s strap?????

[brandnewcouch]

🎶oops i did it again🎶 i wrote more donna and fourteen because i am obsessed with their little domestic ending

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“Huuhhh-huh’EISCHhhh!” The Doctor watched her shoulders tighten as she sniffled into a tissue.

“Rassilon, you’re tense,” he said.

“I’ve been stressed,” Donna muttered before sneezing twice more.

“Please, let me get some of those knots out,” he sighed.

“Like… a massage?” she asked suspiciously.

“Sure. I’m very knowledgeable in human anatomy.” Donna choked at the statement.

“Please…. don’t word it…. like that,” she said between coughs.

“Right, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Now sit down. Let me work on your shoulders.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she sat in front of him. The Doctor ran his hands over her upper back to assess the muscles.

“Those desk jobs will really get you. You know sitting is worse for your spine than both standing or lying down.”

“Not like I have much of a choice,” she said before sniffling. The Doctor began to move his thumbs in a circular motion, pressing into her shoulders. He thought she felt a bit warmer than usual, but he didn’t mention it.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed, melting into his touch. “You’d think Shaun would do this for me once in a while.”

“Oh- Shaun! Do you think he’d mind-“

“He doesn’t care, mate,” she assured. “He knows you’re not my type.”

“Well, maybe not this version of me,” he smirked.

“Oi! Watch it! You can’t even talk. Your type is blokes from the 1600s.”

“That was one time,” he argued.

He felt her breath hitch and assumed she was about to throw back another retort, but she stayed silent. Her chest heaved several more times before she sneezed harshly into her hands.

“Hehh’KTSCHhhoo! Ei’schiEWw! Hehhhh- huh’XTGGghh!”

“Bless you,” The Doctor glanced down at her with concern. “You feeling alright?”

“Think I’m coming down with something,” she said with a wet sniffle as she rubbed her nose. “Been feeling run down the last few days.”

“Mmmm,” he frowned. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m okay. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she sighed.

“Sure.” He focused on her shoulders and then moved down to her back. He was a bit worried about the fact she was already running a fever.

“Hih’SHIEWww! Ugh, sorry. That one snuck up on me.”

“You should take something,” The Doctor said softly. “You sound congested,” he added before she could protest.

“I don’t even know what we have. I never get sick,” she groaned.

“Never say never.”

“Where are you going?” she asked as he began to walk away.

“Looking for medicine.”

“Please don’t wake up-“ she was interrupted by the sudden clattering of pots and pans.

“Doctor,” she groaned.

“Sorry!”

“Enough with the shouting! It’s midnight!”

“Well you’re shouting, too!”

“Only because-“

“Donna?”

She whipped her head around to see her husband standing in the doorway. He was wearing a t shirt and joggers, clearly still half asleep.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. He can’t be quiet to save his life,” she said, gesturing towards The Doctor.

“It’s alright,” he said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her. He frowned as she uncharacteristically rested her head on his chest.

“You okay, Hon? You feel a little warm,” he said, brushing her bangs out of her face.

“Think I’m sick.” She stayed there for a moment before suddenly pulling away and taking a step back. “You should keep your distance. I can sleep on the sofa.”

“Donna,” he sighed. “It’s fine.”

“No, really-“

“Shaun! Hello!” The Doctor greeted as he approached the couple.

“Doctor, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m just fine. This one, on the other hand,” he said, glancing at Donna, “needs to take two of these.” He handed her a box of cold and flu capsules.

“Please tell me you didn’t tear apart my entire house to find this,” she said.

“Of course not, just your kitchen…. but I’ll clean it up!”

“Doctor…. Ei’KTCHHOO!”

“Yes, yes you’re very welcome, now please take it.” Donna was apparently not too sick to shoot him an annoyed glare.

“Here, I’ll get you some water,” Shaun cut in. He gave The Doctor a knowing glance as he walked past him.

“You’re lucky to have that man,” The Doctor said conversationally.

“I know,” Donna sniffed. “Much less lucky to have you destroying my kitchen.”

“Right! Yes! I’ll go clean that up.”

“No,” she stopped him. “You can do it in the morning. I don’t need you waking anyone else- Ei’KTSCHhh! Hihhh’SCHIEWWw!”

“Bless you. And fair point.”

“Here, Donna,” Shaun said as he handed her a glass of water.

“Thank you.” She opened the package and swallowed two pills.

"It’s late, you should come to bed,” Shaun whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“I already told you, I’m sleeping on the sofa,” she said.

“Come on, Love.”

“No. I don’t want you catching this.”

“Doctor, can you please talk some sense into my wife?”

“Donna,” The Doctor took her hands into his. “You need to rest. You’re not going to get any sleep unless you’re in your own bed.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Plus, you never know what you’ll get out of it….”

“Oh, shut up,” she said, half annoyed, half embarrassed. The Doctor grinned like a child as he saw Shaun avert his eyes.

“Also, I will annoy you endlessly if you stay here. I figured out something new with the sonic. Turns out if I alter the thermodynamic-“

“Okay, you win,” she said with an eye roll. “Good night.”

"Thank you,” Shaun mouthed to him as they started to walk away. Donna paused in the doorway and turned towards The Doctor with a smirk.

“Oh, and I expect to hear all about tonight’s adventure to 1666 in the morning.”

[rambosgirl]

Quotes from my life as dialogue prompts

Alright here's the deal - If you see a quote that sticks out to you, send it as a dialogue prompt for either Rambo or Wolverine fics (I'm open to other characters too, just message me first) and as a reminder, I only do fem readers

And just as a PSA: nobody in my family does drugs, we just joke about them a LOT; also this is pretty long oops

Things I've said:

“Whatever ghost is floating through me just stop it”

“Ah yes my mafia business with chicks.”

"Why is there cocaine in my flute"

"he [wolverine] would probably break every bone in my body and I would still say thank you for gracing me with your touch"

“Bb you’re gonna kill me!!!”

“I need more fingers…" *looks at my friend*

“Yep. Came right out of me. Don’t even know how it got in there.”

"On a scale of 1 to prostitute, how do I look?"

“I'm addicted to rocks”

"it's not depression, it's a minor key"

"Lemme just drink my sorrows away with a non-alcoholic beverage"

"everybody loves spanking me"

"They sent me stickers, what else could it mean?!?!"

“I’m having a crisis over butter!”

“That’s my I’m about to commit a felony face”

“Singing Sophia the First gives me life!”

"Here we are living in the lap of luxury with our glowsticks"

“The FBI invented Barbie to torture war criminals”

"I'm zoning out in French"

“It wasn’t consensual cuddling!”

“I get a whoopsie doodle do-over!”

“Why can’t I not be stupid”

"I know I sound really suspicious like all the time, but I promise I'm not"

“At my funeral I want people to say wow what a cool cat"

"Those nomie nomie noms gave me a sugar high"

“My arms are a different race”

"Haha, you're a germ"

“It’s like slapping but it doesn’t look abusive”

"WHY DOES EVERYONE INSIST ON TOUCHING MY BUTT??"

“I’m looking like a swagger dude right now!”

“Why are you breathing?!”

“Mints are just cold spicy”

"You learn something new when you read the rules"

"Communist sign, I know you're in my search history somewhere!"

"Could you imagine my fingertips being just ripped?"

"I hate being a customer I hate doing that to someone"

"go wash your stinky feet with the grandma soap"

"I rejected you faster than I rejected that pedophile"

"A small price to pay for a fork stabbing"

"eww, that was...genius"

"man, I should get rabies again. Foam :D"

"My special talent is getting money from drunk people"

"Bellbottoms are just the Bob Ross of pants"

"A smack for the lil snack"

"Why are babies so expensive?!"

"Look how hot his forearm is"

"there's so much expression in these expressionless faces"

"Do you ever just want your toes to catch on fire?"

"I dabble in sleeping"

"I watch impractical jokers to forget"

"When you started talking, the world kinda just stopped and threw up"

"you were meant to gain weight, skinny boy"

"I mean he has a face thats probably a good sign."

"I'm CLEARLY a 19th century villain"

"Drugs make your happy chemicals go brrr"

"Mmmm that's one sexy femur"

"It's from ahem Europe"

"It didn't workables"

What makes you think I have a life?!"

"Is this what imaginary numbers taste like?"

Things my sisters have said: (Keep in mind I have 3 sisters and they're all younger than me)

"Imaginary numbers taste like cocaine"

"Oh my gosh, It's almost like I don't care"

"Words only hurt if you're weak!"

"I was just gonna gently tap your face with my fist"

"For the first time in 8 years I wet the bed last night"

"Wow, this blood is really thick!"

"That car looks like it's from the Lorax"

"OH MAN THIS POOP IS BUILD DIFFERENT!!"

"Sometimes the mind is on crack, when the rest of you isn't"

"Words only hurt if you're weak!"

"my inner autism"

"I've just been stroking his thigh"

"I stubbed my toe on the dank express"

"Chocolate gives me artificial warmth"

"BEcAUSE I am a rat, I don't like to go outside"

"DON'T EVEN GIVE ME LOVE!!!"

"Now you have poo toes!!!!!"

"All of my clothes are gay!!"

"[sister's name] did you open the cereal box upside-down again?!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT"

"He eats flowers, not drugs!"

"JUST EAT THE FLOWER IT'S GOOD FOR YOU"

"Nothing is too quirky for a quirky person"

"Hear me out, when you done, I want your skull"

"My natural musk is McDonalds"

"It's by no means a crush, I just find his stupidity amusing."

"I'm gonna trigger your fight or flight response."

"I licked her legs off"

"Annoyance is in the eye of the beholder"

in a new York accent, spreading parmesan cheese "i put this all over everything"

"exCuse me ma'am, I've been waiting an OUTRAGEOUS amount of time"

"look, if you're gonna be turned to stone, then at least have a nice pose!"

"Let's all be lesbians I guess!!!!!"

"I want to steal these curtains and turn them into a skirt"

"I just wrote a paragraph on how appetizing paint is!"

"It not his cheekbones that are toxic, it's his personality"

"Hello my scrumptious disobedient munchkin"

"you're right, you DO smell like the color warm!"

"My brain is crusty. I'm quirky like that!"

"imagine having your butthole being smaller than your head hole"

"I really love traumatizing you"

"Stop disrupting my potato experience"

"My laugh is balding"

"Are you gonna become a cringe person?" - me "No" - sis "Are you already a cringe person?" - me "YES" - sis

"this is the most interesting crack I've ever had"

"I'm including you in my will, you can have my carcass"

"I've finally experienced kinetic energy" - [youngest] "I don't think you know what that means" - [sister 2]

"what is it called when they raise the cost and lower the value?" - [sister 3] "Desperate." - [youngest], without skipping a beat

"dad, you are a material girl."

"That was a scary Alabama moment. I thought you two were making out!! "

Things my parents have said:

"Only a true addict would have a preference" - mom

"Every time I see an equation, saltwater protrudes from my eye. Call it a tear" - dad

"Christmas nazi?" - mom

"The albino broccoli with cheese is not yet done!" - mom

WHO GAVE MY GRAMPA A NEW WIFE?! - mom

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. It's going to be very hard though" - dad

"at age 9 or 10, I was quite influential among the Norwegians" - dad

"you have a once-per-session limit on Rick rolling them! You don't want to be known as the Rick roll girl!" - mom

"My soul is filled with mirth, I might shed a tear or two" - dad

"The rules of my classroom are as follows: no poking butts!" - mom

"If you joined the spelling bee group, you're in trouble. I do not support that." - dad

"I just drank water" - [youngest sister] "And you feel justified in your actions?" - dad

"You took your prom away from me!" - mom

"So I got mad, and I smashed it, and I swiped it all into the pan" - mom "This story is intriguing, continue" - dad

"did you buy it in standard or high definition?" - dad "I don't remember, is there a difference?" - me "Um yes, standard should be illegal" - dad

"I bought him because he had a cute butt" - mom

"It's okay. You can burn!" - mom

"He's a puppy!" - mom "He's a low-life." - dad

"There's always a morning poop!" - mom

"the ham is missing in action, it is nowhere to be found." - mom

"You can't give Clara Barton peg legs!" - mom

"you have a utensil called a fork, which you can use to manipulate the food streaming down your face." - dad

"I think I'd rather snort cocaine" - dad

"You can't just go burying bodies in fields!" -Mom

"Don't eat at dinner time!" - Dad

"I am Tony Stark, glad you finally figured that out" - Dad

"I GIRLBOSSED that kitchen" - Mom

"Jacksie Person Series" -Mom

in a baby voice " But he wants his crack cocaine" - Mom

"You know I only have eyes for the chicks" - mom

"LOL semi colon parentheses!" - Dad

"Sometimes I read the ten commandments, and I go ’thou shall not kill'? Nah!" -dad

"I'm going to Costco" -mom

"right now?" -dad

"yeah"-mom

"do you hate yourself?" - dad

Things my friends have said:

"Touch my pecs like a real man"

"I had to teach class with the ghost of hell on my knuckles"

"I've french kissed two cows !!"

"Are you licking me?"

"I'm gonna pee on you"

"You're licking my forehead!"

"Once we see the pew pews, we'll shoot."

"I don't look at your butt when you sleep"

"I'm on TikTok again, shut up"

"Nobody cares about your ugly crap car"

"Can I steal a child?"

"Only with consent"

Things my professors have said:

"excel is the closest thing we have to magic"

"You guys are now my favorite students. Everyone who left is ... dead to me."

"I'm implying causation from a correlational study, which is a sin, so shame on me"

"I enjoyed making bombs when I was a teenager"

"I've only been wrong like 3 times in my life, so that might've been the 4th"

"My last piece was was a poem i made about the Grinch, but it's not that good, so"

"I'm like a terrorist"

"In the words of rafiki, it is time."

"I have 2 phobias in life: One, snakes. Two, lotion"

"If you have those feelings murder, let's meet and talk about some things. On zoom"

"We're gonna play a terrible game: which sin is worse?"

"When you follow someone, usually you call that stalking, i call it opportunistic geography"

"His eyes, oh yes his eyes"

"Let me be clear, I didn't break the law"

"I'm never gonna do a marathon. That's too much. That's silly land"

"Is this (refers to mustache) causing it or are you just trying to be ugly?"

"You're enough? No you're not! I'm gonna make this into a sign 'you're not enough'"

"we taught you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell and we're not gonna let you forget it"

"Ok well criminals are way smarter than those guys!!" (Those guys = Mexican border control)

"These things are 100% McNasty"

"I did nothing wrong! I went there, I gave them the money, and I left! That's what I'm gonna tell Jesus on judgement day. And plus I already bought it before I knew it was stolen"

"I got drugs, let's do what's called better living and use them"

"That's why we call it a bomb calorimeter because it was a bomb in it!"

"I'm powered by the sun!!!"

"dairy cows are like formula 1"

"If you send that to me I'll send it to my wife and she'll put my name on the chore chart lower"

"I skipped step 4. Chickens could die"

"I forgot to tell you, crying is allowed in class. But the rule about crying is you have to raise your hand before you cry."

"Should I divulge the fact that I'm a nerd?"

"you can wake up now, the chemical equation is gone"

"You can tell your mom it's okay to take estrogen"

"Try not to melt in an ugly way"

"If any of you need help planting corn, yo I can help with that"

"well... When a mommy cow and a daddy cow love each other very much..."

"I got mad at them so I drugged them"

"If you ate bacteria, it would be really good for you. Given they were dead."

"you guys are the rats"

"Do you still brush your teeth? Do you want friends?"

"It's a huge book, it's in my office if you want to see it and/or use it as a weapon. It works!!"

"When you have children, you have to name your first son after this guy." (professor) "Is this required to pass the class?" (student) "...yes." (professor)

*laughing uncontrollably/nervously "I should be fired"

"I'll go through puberty someday"

"If anyone got 3 I'd suggest you go to the underwater basket weaving class"

"This is called a 'do your best assignment'."

"I follow him without him knowing, but not in a creepy way"

"you keep coming to my class with the potty and spanking examples"

"The best thing about having kids is that you can brainwash them to love the things you love"

"Goodness sakes, I love your questions. And hate them"

"Was I reinforced?" (student) "Heck yeah you were" (professor)

"Ghost them and then keep ghosting them"

"you have no friends"

"fight, flight, freeze, swear,"

[hotforharrysheart]

1. Her Birthday Was Happy

“Yeah, in the far Southwest corner, know you’ll make sure it’s braced well,” Harry says softly into his mobile.

“Yeah, tha’s wha’ I thought….Sure…Mm-hmm… Hey, Ron, thanks so much sounds like you have it all under control. We’ll be flying in the morning of Thursday, June 2nd. Her actual birthday is June 1st. Yeah, jus’ the usual, I’ll text ya our flight info as soon as I can. Aww, thank you…” Harry lowers his voice to a whisper, “Oops ‘ere she comes, kiss Helen for me, yeah.”

Speaking up in a regular voice, “Ok, thanks appreciate it,” he says and ends the call.

“Who’re you talkin’ to, babe” you say entering the bedroom. Harry is freshly out of the shower and deliciously wet with a towel low on his waist. It’s bedtime and you have a freshly washed face and pair of his boxer briefs on and one of his tank tops with, “Treat People With Kindness” embroidered on the rib cage.

“Jeffery called with some bull shit schedule change. May have to work on your birthday.”

You sigh. “It’s ok. We can celebrate that whenever,” you say, sitting down and rubbing lotion on your arms and then down your legs.

He comes to stand in front of you and pulls you to stand up. “‘M sorry, love. Make it up ta ya, I swear.” He wraps his arms around you and hugs you, kissing your head. You squeeze him. “It’s ok, H. Whenever and wherever we celebrate it, it’ll be great because I’m with you.”

Shaking his head he sighs and says, “You’re amazin’, know tha’?”

You shrug. “Come to bed.”

You both plug up your phones and crawl into bed switching off the bedside lights, leaving only a glow from the soft lamp on the bathroom vanity you leave switched on.

“Ya, sure ya ok, baby, ‘m so sorry ‘bout ya birthday,” he says curling around your body and slipping his arm around your tummy.

You smooth your hand down his arm and lace your fingers together turning to give him a soft kiss, “Yeah, I’m fine, I don’t usually make a big deal out of my birthday, actually. It was just never a thing, yanno? When I was growing up it was always after school was out and it just never was a big deal to anyone else. I’m just happy to have you to celebrate with whenever we can. I can make a lemon cake, I love lemon cake.”

“Jesus, baby, ‘m sorry,” he says thinking that he’s not sure he’ll be able to hold in his secret after that confession. “I love you so much, ya know that?” He whispers in you ear.

“Yes, I know you love me, and I love you so much, I’m so happy to be yours,” you say softly meaning every word.

He leans over to kiss you again and then settles his hand up your shirt so he can feel the skin on your tummy, his favorite way to sleep.

******* June 1st 7:00 a.m.********

Harry wakes up before you. It’s your birthday and he’s got everything planned and ready to go. After you told him your birthday had never been a big deal, he amped up his plans. He was determined to make this birthday one you’d never forget. He didn’t need to check his phone to know that he had a boatload of texts letting him know that various people were hard at work to make this happen. You’re facing away from him, hair splayed on the pillow, hand curled up by your face. He snuggles up behind you and wraps his arm around you. You stir and he kisses your neck. “Wake up, birthday girl. Wanna give you a present.”

“Mmmm…good morning,” you say softly as your eyes open and you snuggle back into him.

“Good morning. Happy birthday to the most beautiful girl in the world.”

You giggle. “Thank you.” Your cheeks are pink. You still aren’t used to all of his praise.

He leans in to kiss you, soft, open mouthed. He taste so good.

“Wanna taste my girl. Can I taste ya?”

You nod and roll over onto your back as he moves to get in between your legs.

You wore his white with red hearts Gucci tee to bed and little pair of white cotton bikini panties. During the night the tee had ridden up slightly. He thought he was a bastard for loving the fact that the right side of your panties had ridden up your bum; just to know you slept so soundly and felt so comfortable made him feel content. He first places a kiss to your cotton covered clit, “Ya, so warm from sleep, baby,” he says looking up at you. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and he places another kiss on the cotton while he watches your reaction.

Your back bows slightly and you inhale deeply, “Mmm…Harry, take ‘em off,” you whimper.

He take in a deep breath, “Smell like birthday cake, babe,” he says with a smirk while pulling at the waistband.

You can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up, “Harry….,” you moan as you feel his breath on your cunt.

His fingers slide into the sides of your panties and pull them down your legs and toss them to the floor behind him. He moves back in front of your cunt and places a kiss to the top of your mound.

“Mmmm…” you sigh out, hands moving to his curls. “Happy birthday baby. Gonna make ya cum on my tongue. Tha’s ya first present.” He pushes your knees back and up and licks a hard stripe up your slit.

“Ahhhh…ohhh…mmm…”

He wraps his arms around your thighs and sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re warm and wet for him, clit pink and swollen.

You try to squirm but he’s got a firm hold on you. He watches as your hands move to his T shirt and pull it up over your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples. He moans against your pussy and your back arches.

“Harry…”

He pops off, chin and mouth wet. The sight alone makes you wetter.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Gonna cum fo’ me?”

“Mmm…yes.”

He releases one of your thighs and sucks his middle and ring finger in his mouth and slowly slides his fingers inside you, curling them to hit your spot.

You gasp, your eyes closing as his fingers work your g spot and he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

He takes a moment to just stare at you, “Come on, love, don’ hold back,” he encourages.

“Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Harrrrryyy cumming,” you sing out breathing rapidly.

You settle your breath with a moan from deep in your chest and raise your head and shoulders, propping on one elbow, “Taste what you do to me…” you murmur with a blissed out look on your face. “C’mere, H, wanna taste me on you,” you say pulling on his head with your free hand.

He smiles at you crawling up your body as you gently lay back. He settles in both elbows on either side of your shoulders, “Hi,” he says softly against your lips. He gently rubs them against yours and your tongue darts out to taste.

“Hiii,” you reply.

“Happy birthday, baby. Jesus, I love your honey, taste it on me…” he trails off as he slants his lips on yours. You open your mouth and his tongue darts in tangling with yours. He ruts his hips into yours as the kiss lingers and he sucks on your bottom lip pulling away to allow it to pop back. He kissed across your cheek to your ear and whispers, “I need to make love to you.”

“Fuck…please. Need you inside me. Wanna feel you.”

He pushes your T shirt up further and you raise up to pull it the rest of the way off. He moves back to hover over you and press soft kisses to your mouth. “Love ya s’much.”

You smile, kissing him again. “Love you too. So fucking much.” He kisses down your neck, lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking hard, teeth nibbling just the way you like it.

“Ahhh…fuck, so good.”

He kisses back up to your mouth, his tongue at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. Your hands go to his cheeks as your tongue caresses his. You’re breathing hard but he can’t stop kissing you. When he finally pulls back, you’re both panting. He slides his cock up and down your slit slowly, the tip hitting your clit on every pass, eyes never leaving yours.

“Gettin’ me s’ wet, love.”

Your back arches, nipples pressing against his skin.

“Mmmm…please H.”

He slides in slowly watching your reaction closely, everything almost feels like it’s going in slow motion. “Haahhhhh,” you exhale as his cock stretches its way inside you. He hits bottom and pulls his knees up tight to the underside of your thighs to settle his weight a little more evenly. You run your hands up his back raking your nails along the way. His thumbs gently stroke the sides of your cheeks. He smiles and stills like he’s just settled into his favorite place to be.

He starts a slow pace, pushing in and pulling out ever so slowly while his eyes hold your stare. “Feel good?” he asks his voice thick with accent.

“Yes, feels so good,” you reply with a slight hiccup in your voice.

“Move wit’ me, sweetheart, move to make yaself cum slowly,” he says thrusting deeply but slow. He circles his hips slowly one direction and then stops to go the opposite, “Damn, can feel ya throb.”

“Don’ stop, H, just like that…shit, that feels so good,” you say breathily.

He kisses you softly pulling his lips away only long enough to say, “Can ya cum slowly for me? Jus’ let it take ya away, yeah?”

You nod and keep swiveling your hips slowly feeling the release build higher and higher. “I can feel you, Harry, I can feel you…” you chant.

He changes the angle slightly and picks up the pace, “There, babe? How’s tha?”

“Mmmm…I’m so close, so close,” your legs start to shake and your tummy quivers.

“Fuck, babe, come on…. let’s cum… cum with me,” he says mouth softly slacked open, eyes wide on yours.

You smile. You’re right there on the edge where everything feels so good. You circle your hips again and then you’re over the edge, knees pulling up high on his sides, legs shaking, the only thing keeping your legs from closing is his body. You call out his name over and over, fingers tugging his curls, eyes never leaving his. “Fuck, yesss…good girl! Gonna cum…ungh!” One more thrust if his hips and he stills deep inside you. You smile and rake your fingernails on his scalp. The sight of his orgasm is something you never get tired of seeing. His head falls in your neck, breath hot on your skin as you both come down from your highs. Best. Birthday. Present. Ever., you think smiling at the ceiling.

Harry steps into the en-suite and starts to run a bubble bath for you. While the water is running, he takes a moment to read through his messages to make sure everything is getting set up for the dinner party he has planned for the evening. Someone has just messaged that they are on the way to pick up the wine order, and another confirming that they will be there, thankfully that was the last person he was waiting to hear from. A nice quiet candle lit dinner party with close friends is exactly what he wants to make sure that your birthday is special.

He's standing there naked with the bottle of bubble bath in one hand and his phone in the other, when you walk in.

You giggle at the sight, “you contemplating tossing either bubble bath or your phone in the bath water?”

He waggles his brows and says, “Most days, the phone would be on tha short list, but taday, gotta keep in touch.” He pours a nice long stream of bubble bath returns the lid and stalks toward you.

Giving you a smack on the lips with his hands on your bum, “Can’t join ya, love. ‘M gonna hafta grab a shower and head out. I really hate to leave ya.” He helps you into the tub, turns on the towel warmer and starts to shower. He’s quick about it, runs through his morning routine under your careful watch, naked Harry being one of your favorite sites to see, and steps back into the bedroom to dress.

You rest your head back against the bath pillow and close your eyes. You feel his shadow before she speaks, “Happy birthday beautiful, ’m so glad ya were born…born fo’ me,” he says leaning down to give you an open-mouthed kiss. Tears well in your eyes. “No, no tears on ya birthday, yeah? Don’t fall asleep, baby, I’ll see ya later on…I love ya. S’much.”

An hour later, you’re getting ready for the manicurist to show up to do your nails. Your skin is still soft from your long soak in the tub and the lotion you’d used. Harry was supposed to be here getting a mani with you. You sigh. It is what it is.

You hear the ring and you go to the door expecting Connie but it’s a delivery man with a bunch of flowers so big you can’t even see his face.

“Delivery for ya, miss.”

You open the door fully and step back to let him in.

“Thank you.”

You go to dig some money from your wallet, but he stops you. “‘S already been taken care of, miss.”

“Ohh…well, ok.”

“Where do ya want them?”

“Ummm…coffee table is fine.” You say, walking to the living room and motioning to the table.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.”

You blush. “Thank you.”

“Got something else in the van. Be right back.”

You don’t even have a chance to ask what and he’s out the door. You hear the ring so you go back to the door. He hands you a gorgeous gift-wrapped box and a card.

“Have a good day, miss. I’m supposed to tell you Happy Birthday.”

You giggle. “Thank you. Have a great day.”

He smiles and waves and then you’re alone. You traipse into the living room to look at the flowers. Hydrangeas…my favorite. No doubt who these are from. You sit on the couch and open the package first. You open the box…macarons. Lemon macarons. Your favorite. “Wait…are these from Paris?!” You mumble to yourself. You look closer at the box and you see the name of the French patisserie. You smell them. They’re fresh. You shake your head. That man. You pick up a cookie and take a bite. It takes you right back to Paris and your couples boudoir photo shoot. You shiver and pick up the beautiful card.

“A car will pick you up at 7 pm for a quiet, albeit quick, birthday dinner. See you then, H. Love you.”

You shake your head. He’s really something else, you think.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of relaxing and getting ready.

You’re buckling the strap on your strappy silver sandal heels when the bell rings to let you know the car has arrived and is waiting. Grabbing your matching silver clutch you take a moment to drop your lip-gloss and phone inside, then step to the full-length mirror. You’d decided to dress in a casual but elegant short flowy halter dress with a deeply cut “V” neck. It was a beautiful shade of purple and was made of layers of thin iridescent fabric tightly synched at the waist. Your neck displays his initials and bee necklace he gave you and you had two small diamond stud earrings. You turn to see your back beautifully displayed with only the bow tails from the halter draping down your spine. Purple for the color of your birthstone; this year you would be celebrating with Harry, although a short time, you were just happy to have any time with him. Adding a dab of perfume, you make your way to the front door, stopping only to smell the beautiful Hydrangeas.

The driver waited by the car and smiled when he saw you’d arrived. “Lookin’ lovely tonight. Happy Birthday,” he said bowing his head, “Ma’am,” he said opening the door.

“Thanks Calvin, you don’t have to be so formal, ya know,” you said shrugging your shoulder with a smile.

He nods and closes the door for you.

You lean up and say, “Hey Cal, you know where we are going?”

“Yes an’ ‘arry said no’ ta tell ya even if ya asked. So don’ ask.” He said looking in the rear-view window.

You smirked and sat back in your seat and pulled out your phone to send him a text message.

You let him know you’re on the way and sit back to enjoy the ride. You know if he was here his hands would be up your skirt and in your cleavage. You smile at the thought. You honestly don’t care where you have dinner as long as he’s there. Calvin pulls up to Plum + Spilt Milk and you smile even bigger. You love this place. Calvin pulls the car to the alley. “Stay righ’ there. I’ll come and collect ya.”

You smile. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He opens the door and says, “straight thru the back and Harry will meet you at the end of the hallway. Have a wonderful night and happy Birthday.”

You smile. “Thank you, Cal,” you say as he takes your hand in his and leads you to the door. It seemed like overkill but you know how fervent fans could be and Harry was taking no chances. Not after New York. You smooth your dress and walk through the back employee entrance and make your way down the hall. And then you see him. He’s standing there with a huge smile on his face. He looks you up and down and says, “look amazin’. Gonna be hard ta keep my hands off you.”

You shrug. “So don’t. Let’s give the other diners a show.”

He laughs his little laugh. “C’mere,” he says kissing you.

“Mmm…, strawberry, gon’ buy you a lifetime supply of tha’ lipgloss,” he says licking his lips. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Wanna try it on some other pink lips…”

You stand up straighter and press your thighs together, “Harry…”

He smirks, dimples on full display, “Hungry?”

“Famished,” you say from returning his smirk.

He grabs your hand, “Come on. Let’s go get some food.”

You make your way through to the arch way into the beautiful dining room. The lights are dim.

Suddenly from the front of the room, Gemma walks in holding a lit candle in a beautiful crystal bowl. And then Ny with a matching candle, then Elin, then, Sarah and Mitch. The rest of yours and Harry’s friends come through the doorway all singing “Happy Birthday” in perfect harmony. They surround a large table setting and put their candles along the center.

You look at Harry who is now holding a candle himself and singing. Hands to your mouth you gasp with tears running down your face.

Once they’ve finished the lights come up and they begin clapping, whistling and blowing kisses.

You clap as well at their beautiful performance and blow kisses back saying, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, this is just beautiful!”

He’s so happy to see the pure joy on your face. He’d do anything to make you happy. He wasn’t lying when he told you this was forever. He’s never felt like this before and he’s never ever letting you go. You turn to him. “You! I can’t believe you did this!” He pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight as everyone looks on. “Thank you, I love you,” you say softly against his neck.

“I love ya too, baby. You’re welcome. You deserve this and s’much more.”

He leans back and kisses you while everyone claps and cheers. You pull away and turn to hug Gemma and everyone else. He even invited a couple of old friends from uni that you loved but didn’t get to see very much. They hugged you but you could tell they were in awe of the situation. You all sit down and the waiters take your orders and then the drinks are poured. You look at him and he catches your eye. “Thank you,” you say softly. He smiles, dimples on display.

“You’re welcome,” he says, and kisses you softly.

The food arrives and it’s so good. Everyone is joking and laughing. After dinner plates are removed, you’re walking around talking to everyone and you and Gemma are talking to your old uni friends and it’s like old times. They’re asking how you and Harry got together. “I have to give all of the credit to Gem.”

“You always were the one who fixed everything for us,” Bella says. You all nod in agreement and Gemma just tilts her head in her of course I’m the best way.

There’s a commotion at the door and then waiters come in with individual three tier cakes on three separate rolling carts.

The head waiter clears his throat. “Ladies and gentleman, dessert is served in lemon, chocolate, or carrot cake. We will be around to serve.”

Everyone moves back to their seats and makes their selection. Harry stands up. “Before we all dig in, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to the most beautiful girl in the world and I hope this is the best one she’s ever had. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you.”

Tears stream down your cheeks as everyone yells happy birthday and he leans down to kiss you.

You kiss him back reaching up to run your hand down his cheek. “I love you.”

Everyone is enjoying their cake and you couldn’t be happier, “Lemon cream…” you say moaning. You have a smear of icing on your knuckle so you unconsciously bring it to your mouth and lick it off. Going in for another bite, you notice Harry’s staring with a clenched jaw. “Harry do you want a bite of mine?” you ask looking down at your and back over at him.

He leans over to you to whisper, “Yeah, wan’ a bite, but no’ of the cake. Lick ya finger again an’ ‘m gon’ embarrass m’self.”

You turn your head toward his face with a smile and shrug of your shoulder, “Stop…tickles…”

He pulls back, “Where’s my bite?” he asks eyes staring into yours.

You cut a bit of the cake off and raise the fork to his mouth. Typical Harry, his tongue darts out and he takes the bite into his mouth and groans, “Think yours ‘s better than mine, wanna trade?”

You pull your plate a little closer, “No way buddy! Get your own lemon, this is mine!”

He chuckles.

“Get a room,” Gemma says from your other side, “far far away from me, bleck!”

Harry starts to get up and you look at him in horror, “Where are you going?”

“Well, she said get a room, I couldn’ agree more…,” he says with a mischievous smile.

“Sit down, you menace,” you say to him pulling his wrist.

“Ahh man!” he chuckles and pounds his fist.

The chatter continues and you look around taking in the lovely candle light flickering off the wine glasses and bottles. There’s laughter and the gentle clink and clank of silverware on fine china. You’re surrounded with love and it’s so intense it’s a tangible being in the room.

You’re enjoying the moment when you feel a vibration from your clutch. “Wha…?” you look down at your phone and then over to Harry, who is talking to Mitch about something guitar related. One track mind you think to yourself. You open your clutch to see it’s a text from Harry. You look back up at him and he’s still deep in conversation.

You open the message and it says: Go to the bathroom, take off your panties and bring them to me.

You look up, eyes wide, you don’t dare look his direction. Gemma looks at you, “You, ok?” she asks concerned.

“Oh Gem, I’m amazing, this is all so sweet. Thank you for whatever part you played in putting this all together,” you say with a smile and a side hug.

Your phone buzzes again so you look down and it’s another message from Harry saying: “Go, do it now”

She hugs you back and smiles. “Harry’s right. You deserve this. As much as I love to tease him, I’m happy for you both. You’ve always been like a sister to me.”

Your eyes fill with tears. “Thank you. I love you!”

Gemma laughs. “I love you too.” You excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. You blush as you slide your panties off and wad them tightly in the palm of your hand.

Harry sees you come back in the dining room and smirks as he meets your eyes. He excuses himself and walks over to you. He leans down, his lips next to your ear. “Are you wearing panties?”

You shake your head.

“Are they in your hand?” He asks, his hand closing over yours and prying your fingers open.

“Yes,” you say breathily.

“Hmmm…” he removes the panties from your hand and closes over them. “Been a while since I stole your panties. Thought it was time I revisited that habit. Be a good girl and you might get them back later.”

You puff out a breath and close your eyes.

“Ya ok?”

You nod. “I’m just really happy.”

He pulls you to him and hugs you tightly to him. “‘M glad. Let’s go back in, huh?” He says, stuffing your panties in his pocket.

“Thank ya all fo’ comin’, an’ ‘specially fo’ helpin’ me get this all put together, you all mean so much to us and we love each an’ everyone of ya for bein’ a part of our lives. Now, if you’ll ‘scuse us, ‘m gonna get my girl home, ‘ve got some gifts ta give ‘er,” he says with his arm wrapped around your waist. He’s looking down at you and you are grinning up at him. Actually, inside you are giggling. How could any of this be real? You are standing with Harry after a beautiful birthday dinner and your panties are in his pocket.

Walking back out the way you came in, Harry opens the door to the outside for you. Calvin is standing there waiting by the car. He opens the door, nods his head at you and greets Harry with a fist bump.

You snuggle into him on the ride home, face in his neck. You’re tipsy and completely content. “Thank you for tonight,” you say softly into the skin of his neck. He kisses the top of your head. “Ya welcome. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

You don’t talk the rest of the way home, you just enjoy the smell of him and being close.

Calvin drops you off and wishes you happy birthday one more time and then Harry’s unlocking the door and ushering you inside. He pulls you into the living room and turns on the playlist he created for you. “Sit down. Got a gift to’ give ya.”

You sit on the couch and he brings you a beautifully wrapped box. “H, you didn’t have to. Did enough already.”

“Wanted ta. Open it.”

You slowly untie the bow and open the paper and pull out a box with a very fancy camera.

“Ohhhh…it’s amazing! Thank you,” you say kissing him. “Thought it migh’ be nice ta document our travels.”

“I love it.”

He pulls you up off the couch. “Dance wi’ me?”

You nod and then you’re in his arms and he’s swaying you along to songs that he specifically chose for you. He leans his head down to place a soft kiss on your mouth. One kiss turns into more soft kisses and when you feel his tongue at the seam of your lips, you let him in and caress his tongue with yours. It’s been a while since you just stood in the living room making out with him.

Harry pulls away breathless and spins you out a few feet away from him, holding his hand out for you to return. You throw your head back giggling and just stand there looking at him. He is a terribly beautiful man. And he says he’s all yours… imagine that? You think to yourself staring at him. You do a little shimmy of your hips, feeling very wanton without your panties.

“Don’ stop, sweetheart, Danced wi’ me, now dance fo’ me, please,” he says softly, his finger and thumb playing with his bottom lip. He’s backing up to the couch, maintaining his stare, and sits down with his legs spread wide, both hands resting on his thighs. He raises one hand and twirls his forefinger in the air and groans, “Turn ‘round, lemme see ev’rythin’ – No, don’ stop dancin’.”

“Harry, I’m not a dancer, I can’t dance.” You remark.

“Move like we’re makin’ love…” he says in a low voice marked with a smirk.

You’re just love drunk enough to give in. You smile coyly and say, “I’ll dance for you if you give me my panties back.”

He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “Tha’s a fair trade.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls your panties out. You sashay over to him and snatch them from his hand and drop them to the coffee table. You just stop thinking and move your hips, making sure to keep eye contact with him. You pull your hands up your thighs and pull your dress up your legs exposing bits of skin. You pull straps of the dress off your shoulder letting them fall down your arm and then slowly pull your arms out all the while swaying your hips. You hear his gasp as your breasts are revealed. Your zipper is on the side and you slowly pull the zipper down and your dress falls to the floor. He palms his dick and you smirk. You pick up your panties and move to straddle him. You grab his wrists and wrap your panties around them, so he’s bound. You move to the floor, sitting up and spreading your legs, and slide your hands to your breasts, cupping them and pinching your nipples. He swallows. “Fuck love. Look at ya. Ya gonna get ya self off fo’ me?”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

You slide one of your hands down your stomach and his eyes follow your hand as your fingers slide up and down your slit, gathering your wetness before circling your clit. “Mmmm…”

“Ya s’wet. Can see it from here.”

“So wet for you.”

You move your fingers faster on your clit as your other hand pinched your nipple. You’re making little noises.

“Fuck, I can tell you’re close. Gonna cum fo’ me?”

“Ahhhh! Shit, m’cumming!”

Your legs shake and close on your hand as you cum.

You feel his stare before you open your eyes to see it. His hands may be bound with pink lace, but his fingers have undone the button and part of the zipper on his pants. Currently he had one hand down his pants palming his cock up and down, legs spread wide. The aftershocks of your own orgasm are still running through your body. “Harry…,” you say connecting your eyes with his glassy ones. “Feel good, H?”

“No, ‘s not enough, need mo’,” he mutters moving faster like he’s at the end of his rope. “Need ya on me, now.”

You stare at him for a moment but that’s too long apparently, “Gon’ rip these panties if ya don’ get over ‘ere now,” he groans clenching his jaw tighter. “Please come ta me.”

You lean down to kiss him and his tongue meets your mouth before his lips and the groan that leaves his chest is vibrating through his mouth, “I can’…baby, maybe later, I jus’… I jus’ can’…. take the panties off me, need ta touch ya, please.” He’s eyes are pleading and he looks frantic, he’s worked up more than you expected, probably more than he expected.

“I’m here,” you say as you work to undo the lace.

Hands free they go directly to your waist and he says, “Straddle.”

You place both knees on either side of his hips as his hands jerk up to cup your face and bring you lips in to his for a deep kiss. He bites at your mouth and licks your lips. “’m sorry, ‘s jus’… ‘m so hard fo’ ya.”

You scramble to get the rest of the zipper down and his pants and boxers around his hips.

“‘S’ok baby. I’m here. You need me…I’m…ungh” you gasp as you sink down on his cock, “here,” you say breathily.

He smooths his hands up your arms and places them around his neck. “Hold on,” he says, as his hips thrust up into yours.

You cry out but don’t break eye contact.

His pace is fast, fingers digging into your waist. He needs this and he won’t last long, you can tell. “Cum for me, baby.”

His mouth opens. “Ya gotta cum first.”

You smile. “Already did. It’s your turn. Feels so good…cum for me.” You lean forward and kiss the side of his mouth.

An almighty groan leaves his mouth, and he throws back his head as he thrusts inside you one more time before stilling. He’s panting against your mouth.

You kiss his cheek and that mole you love on his chin. “Did so good for me baby.” It’s what he always says to you after you cum hard and it’s nice to return the favor.

His hands rub up and down your back. “‘M sorry. I couldn’t…” he’s still panting, “couldn’t stop it.”

You giggle. “It’s ok baby.”

“Feels selfish.”

You hug him to you. “It’s not. You’re so considerate. You always take care of me.”

He smiles, despite the fact that he feels like he let you down on your birthday. “I like takin’ care of ya. Should go ta sleep. Gonna take ya ta our cottage tomorrow an’ got another surprise fo’ ya.”

You pull back to look at him. “We’re going to our cottage? What’s the surprise?”

He pulls you in for a hug. “Not tellin’ ya…bu’ it’s pink.”

You kiss his shoulder, and he whispers, “So how d’ya like your birthday number 1?”

You place your cheek next to his and mutter softly, “It was perfect, it was happy.”

[ohpedromypedro]

Vanity Affair

A continuation of this lovely ask I got 😘💕

word count: 5.2k (oops?)

characters/pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!actress Reader

warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting (multiple times), multiple orgasms, swearing, Papi kink, dom Pedro, unprotected sex (honestly at this point we can just assume that the reader in all my fics is on birth control unless stated otherwise 😆), there’s probably more but it’s almost 1am and I can’t think of em all.

summary: big nope, y’all know I hate them

You were definitely not expecting your cheesy little line to work on Pedro Pascal so easily, thought you were at least gonna need to try a little more flirting with him to actually get him to agree on bringing you home with him, but even now as you’re both sat in the backseat of a private limo headed to where he’s temporarily staying for the time being, his strong hands holding you firm around the waist while your lips are attached for a heated and explorative kiss, you’re still stunned. This is actually happening.

“Pedro,” you softly breathe into the kiss, your hands resting on his chest now moving to loop around his neck so you can card your fingers through his hair, your hips pressing even closer against him now.

“Mmhmm?” He hums in response, slowly pulling back from the kiss to gaze up at you. Your already plump lips are now swollen and lipstick smeared from the kiss and his cock twitches beneath the fabric of his suit pants as he thinks about how good they’d look wrapped around his length, even better with your red lipstick smeared all over it.

You feel the twitch of his cock against your core through the dress you’re wearing and immediately it makes you gasp at the feel of him hardening more against you. “Fuck, I--” You gently tug his hair, subconsciously grinding your hips against his hardening length with a quiet moan. “How did my silly little line work so easily?” You finally ask what’s been wracking your brain for fifteen minutes now, Pedro chuckling in response to your eager question.

“Because I had already caught you "enjoying the view" and thirsting over this suit of mine before you even thought of what line to use on me…” He smirks and gives your sides a small squeeze, smoothly trailing his hands down your thighs and past the fabric of your dress, his gaze set right where he wants it to be. “Does this suit do things to you, Y/N...does it make you wet through your panties?”

“I’m--not wearing any panties,” you admit with a soft breath, your cheeks red from finding out that he already caught and heard you ogling over him before your initial approach back at the Oscar party.

Pedro’s hands immediately push the fabric of your expensive dress up at your confession, pleased groan leaving his throat at the sight of your naked and clearly glistening folds. “Fuck, hermosa, I do this to you?” His hand shifts to trail his thumb along your wet slit to gather some of your wetness before moving it to rub slow circles on your exposed nub, eliciting a soft gasp and moan from you.

“Yes...” Your hips buck against his touch, leaning back so you can rest your hands on his shoulders and watch him as he plays with you. “You always--” you moan when he rubs faster, squeezing the fabric of his suit in response. “--look so fucking good, but this suit...oh god, it tops the cake...”

“Go on…” He smirks, momentarily flicking his gaze from your dripping cunt to your face which is absolutely blissed out from the way he’s rubbing your clit, loving the view of your parted lips and lidded eyes as you stare back at him.

“You look like a goddamn ten course meal,” you groan, earning an amused lighthearted laugh from Pedro.

“Yeah? Good enough to eat?” He muses, rotating his hand so while he still rubs your clit with his thumb he can now slip his middle finger into your needy core, his eyes dropped back down to watch as your cunt swallows it up.

“Oh god yes, all of it…” You moan quietly, squeezing your walls around his finger once it’s knuckle deep inside of you. “It’s a s-simple black tux, but Papi, you wear it so f-fucking well.”

“Fuck, I love when you call me that.” He groans, pulling his middle finger back to let his ring finger join it, quickly pushing them back in and giving them a curl against your g-spot. “Do it again.”

“Oh Papi,” you wail softly, tilting your head back with your mouth still agape while rocking your hips desperately against his fingers. “Fuck, Pedro, I...oh fuck, I won’t last long.” You inhale a shaky gasp, already feeling the building pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach from just the way his fingers fuck into you, his rubs on your clit helping tenfold.

“Yeah? Let go for me...make a mess for Papi because when we get back to my place, I’m going to do it all over again except this time I’ll be using my cock.” His freehand moves to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his fingers coax you toward your release. “I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you cum, princesa.”

“Oh please,” you cry out, biting your lip hard as you keep your gaze set on his, his fingers and thumb not letting up on their movements. You’re crying out again and squeezing hard around his fingers when that coil in your belly finally snaps, white hot pleasure washing over you as you feel yourself start to squirt for him. “Holy f-fucking shit!”

“Jesus, princesa that’s even better than Papi hoped for,” he groans when he feels your juices coating his fingers and the fabric of his pants, pulling you forward for a searing kiss with his hold on your chin as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. He was not expecting that, but he’s more than elated that it happened. It just makes him want to make you do it all over again.

You’re moaning into his mouth as your orgasm works its way through you, your nails digging into the suit of his jacket while you give his shoulders a hard grip. “Oh yes yes yes!” You moan out as your hips move harder against his fingers, his continuous rubs to your clit triggering another earth shattering orgasm from you. “Pedro!”

“Oh princesa, I can’t wait to get you home.” He growls, pulling his fingers from inside you after helping you through your second high and pressing them to your lips. “Suck.”

Immediately you comply, taking his release soaked fingers and sucking them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around in circles as you cleanse his digits of your juices and cum. “Mmmm…”

“Fuck, you are so obedient…” He whispers, watching with a darkened gaze as you slowly pull his fingers from your mouth with a quiet pop. “I take you home, I may not let you leave...”

“That’s one hundred percent fine with me, Mr Pascal.” You answer breathlessly, pressing yourself as close to him that you can get so you can lean in for a kiss with all tongue, letting himself have a taste of you on his own.

He groans and kisses you harder, his hands reaching around to grab your ass and keep you held flush against him. “You taste so good, princesa. I’m gonna need to have a better taste as soon as this driver gets us home.” He mumbles his words into the kiss, grunting as you grind your still drenched cunt against his straining cock in his pants.

“And what about me? Do I get a taste of you?” You murmur against his mouth, tracing your tongue along his bottom lip as you continue to kiss between words, adrenaline pumping through the two of you. “What if I want that cock in my mouth before this limo stops moving?”

“Then hurry up and get on your knees so you can,” he growls, giving your ass a smack before lifting you off his lap so he can place you on your knees between his parted thighs, his dark gaze settled on your plump lips. “Reapply your lipstick.”

“Wha?” You tilt your head curiously, sort of taken aback by his request, your hands reaching for his clothed thighs and pulling yourself more forward on your knees.

“I said...reapply your lipstick, princesa. Gonna make Papi tell you again?” He asks with raised brows, smiling with satisfaction when you quickly shake your head and move to grab your clutch purse, pulling the tube of red lipstick out and applying it evenly on your lips with your compact mirror as your guide. “Buena niña…”

You look up at him with doe eyes and a blush after repositioning yourself between his legs once you put your lipstick and mirror away, gasping when his hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your face right where his cock is straining beneath his pants. “Papi…”

“What are you waiting for, princesa? Don’t you see Papi’s cock waiting for you?” He rasps, groaning as you let one of your hands palm him through the fabric of his suit before undoing the button and zipper and making quick work at pulling his length free, your eyes wide and lips parted as you start giving him a few hard strokes. “Fuck.”

“You’re so big…” You whisper, giving your lip a quick bite before moving to take him in your mouth, humming around his swollen head while you give it a small suck. He barely has time to react before you take him further into your mouth and toward the back of your throat, hollowing out your cheeks so you can give a few good hard sucks while you bob your head up and down on him.

“Bebita,” he groans deeply, hand in your hair tightening and helping to guide you along his length as you suck him off, his groans only getting deeper the more of his cock you take into your mouth. “Fuck, just like that, hermosa. So fucking good.”

“Mmhmmm…” You moan, eyes fluttered shut while you work at getting the entirety of his cock down your throat, wishing you could see the blissed out look on his Pedro’s face from the way you take him in your mouth, wanting to show him just how perfect it and your throat feels.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing… Christ.” He growls, rocking his hips upward in time with his pushes on your head and groaning at the way you choke and gag around him. “Papi loves it when you choke on his cock like that… Trying your best to make me feel good, huh?”

“Mmhmmmm…” You hum in response, groaning when he repeats his prior movement and has you choking on him again, the sound lewd as it escapes your throat. “Mmmmmm…”

“Fuck, princesa.” He grunts, tightening his fingers in your hair and momentarily yanking you off his cock so you can catch your breath, your mouth and chin drenched in drool while a long string of spit connects from your lips to his throbbing cockhead. Your lips are still swollen and once again lipstick smeared and Pedro can’t help but to gaze down at you as though you are the most beautiful piece of artwork he’s ever seen.

“Pedro…” You whisper, blush burning at your cheeks from the intensity of his gaze. You go to say something else when the limo comes to a complete stop, making Pedro quickly check his watch to see how long you’ve been driving.

“Shit, we’re here.” He groans at the unfortunate timing of your arrival to his current place of living, quickly tucking himself back in his pants for the time being. “Hurry and fix yourself up, hermosa. Papi doesn’t want anyone but him to see you in this position.”

You immediately move from between his legs and climb right back onto the seat beside him, about to use your dress to wipe your face before he stops you and uses his handkerchief instead. “Thank you…” You murmur with appreciation.

“Don’t want you to ruin that stunning dress of yours…” He smiles, tucking the handkerchief back into his pocket.

“And unfortunately I’ve ruined your pants…” You bite your lip, moving your gaze to his lap where it’s still damp with your squirt.

“Totally worth it.” He groans, leaning forward to capture your lips for a deep kiss, the limo door opening after a few moments.

“Your destination, Mr Pascal.” The older man smiles as he holds the door open, Pedro smiling in return after pulling back from the kiss and moving to climb out of the limo, reaching in his back pocket to grab a nice fifty dollar tip to give the driver. “Oh thank you, sir.”

“Thank you,” Pedro grins, turning back to hold his hand out for you to take and carefully helping you out of the limo. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” you nod, giving the limo driver a quick smile. “Thank you for the ride, mister. Have a wonderful night.”

“As do you both,” he smiles and nods in appreciation, going back around the limo to get in the driver’s seat.

Pedro is hurriedly pulling you by the hand away from the sidewalk and toward the townhouse he’s renting for a few months, leading you right up the front steps and inside to the dining area where he immediately lifts you up and sits you at the edge of the table.

“Now I can finally get a better taste of that delicious little pussy of yours.” His voice is husky and seductive as he lifts your dress up and over your head, humming while he lays it over the back of one of the dining chairs before quickly unclasping the strapless bra you’re wearing, letting it join your dress. “I’ve seen you pose naked in one of your b-list movies before…” He muses, making your cheeks go bright pink knowing Pedro Pascal himself has seen you naked on screen in one of your not so high budget Hollywood films. “...but the view is much more pleasant in person, that’s for damn sure…”

“You’ve...watched some of my previous films?” You ask breathlessly as you give your lip a bite, gazing up at Pedro as he starts to lightly trail his hands along your thighs, a small smirk forming on his face that makes you swallow hard.

“I’ve watched every single one of them, hermosa…” He rasps, gently pushing you to rest on your elbows while pulling you down to the edge of the table again, dropping to his knees so he can place a few open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “Surprisingly, that movie you bravely stripped down for is how I found you...but it wasn’t your nudity that caught my interest in you, bebita. It was your pure talent on screen... You’re gonna go far, Y/N Y/L/N. The world will know your name soon enough, especially after the success of your recent film.” He gives each of your thighs a gentle nip before moving his face just inches from your dripping core, eyeing your deliciously inviting folds. “Look at her...how she glistens for me...beckons me in for a taste of her delicacy…”

You’re speechless as he murmurs his words to you, the combination of them and his light caresses/nips to your thighs has you whining and wanting more from him, your hand dropping to fist in his hair. “Papi please... “ You whimper, looking down at him to meet his gaze, his eyes lust blown and almost animalistic. You can tell he’s ready to start devouring your cunt. “Please do what you’ve been dying to do since you sampled my taste in the car.” You bite your bottom lip hard, watching as his face twists into a devious smirk.

“I’ve wanted this long before that, princesa.” He dives right in, his flattened tongue immediately lapping along your spread folds before his lips wrap around your deprived little clit and give a hard suck, earning himself a nice loud moan from you. “Mmmm you’ve got the sweetest tasting pussy, hermosa… Like the finest of thirst quenching waters. I could drink for days.” He brings his tongue right back over to hastily flick it against your clit, to which you buck your hips and moan again. 

“Oh, Pedro!” You clench your fingers tighter in his hair, your hips bucking against his tongue even more as he laps hungrily at your clit. “Please don’t stop,” you gasp, wanting to throw your head back but also really wanting to watch the way this man feasts on your cunt. It’s better than anything you’ve ever seen or felt before.

“Mmmm…” He hums against your folds, smirk still stark on his face as he eats you toward your second orgasm. “You taste so good, bebita…” He groans, suddenly forcing his tongue inside of your drenched cunt and working it around with fervor.

“Oh yes!” You cry out, head now thrown back from the warmth of his tongue buried inside of you and eating you as if you’re the first thing he’s ever tasted, your fingers tugging on his hair as you rock yourself against his mouth. “Just like th--”

He cuts your words off by pulling away from your core, immediately earning a soft whine and your wide, needy gaze again. His eyes are narrowed and dark as he gazes back at you, his fingers on your thighs giving a firm squeeze. “Look at Papi while he enjoys his delicious meal, princesa, watch as Papi makes you cum.”

“Please!” You whine, bucking your hips repeatedly so he’d take the hint and bury his tongue inside of you again. You really need him to make you cum.

“Are you gonna be a buena niña and keep your eyes on Papi?” He nips your thigh, not putting his mouth quite where you want it just yet. He wants to hear you say you’ll be good first.

“Yes! I promise I’ll keep my eyes on you, Papi, just please--” You moan as he swiftly returns his tongue back inside your warm spongy walls, your lips parted as you watch his tongue fuck in and out of you. “Oh yes oh yes oh yes!” Your cries get louder the closer your orgasm starts to creep up on you, your fingers clenched tighter in his hair while you repeatedly rock yourself against his tongue.

Pedro groans at the way you grip and pull his hair, his eyes locked on your face to watch as it contorts in the most beautiful of pleasure, the two of you not quite making eye contact, but still looking the other in the face. It only spurs him on even more seeing you so blissed out and he quickly moves his mouth to start sucking hard on your clit again, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers and pushing them into your fluttering walls with ease. “Cum for me, princesa. Let Papi drink up your sweet release.”

“Ohhh fuck,” you moan louder, biting your lip hard as he starts thrusting his fingers right against your g-spot and coaxing you toward that edge you’ve been desperately waiting for. “Right there! Oh right there!” Your walls clench hard around his fingers as you feel yourself start to cum, the sound of his groan when he tastes your release on his tongue sending waves of arousal straight to your core.

He licks every drop of your release that leaks from your cunt, his fingers curling against your spot to intensify your high before finally pulling them out of you and sucking each one into his mouth to cleanse them of your juices. “Mmmm best pussy I’ve had the pleasure of feasting upon.” He smirks, standing to his feet again and leaning down to kiss you hard, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You moan into the kiss, returning it just as hard and with every bit of your tongue, your legs wrapping tight around his waist while your fingers go right to carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Take me upstairs… Please,” you murmur against his lips, sighing in relief when he lifts you up from the table by your ass and carries you upstairs to his bedroom, immediately dropping you onto the bed before reaching to undo his bowtie. “Wait,” you stop him, giving your lip a small bite as you sit up on your knees and look up into his concerned gaze. “Let me…” You reach for his bowtie and get it undone and removed first, setting it aside before your fingers start working at unbuttoning the single button of his jacket. You get that removed next, laying it to the side before you start undoing the buttons of the black vest he wears just over his white button up shirt, quickly pulling it off once it’s unbuttoned and setting it with his jacket and bowtie.

“Hermosa…” He murmurs, watching you as you undress him in the gentlest of ways, his heart pounding so hard against his chest he knows you can hear it.

“Hmmm?” You give him a smile, carefully undoing the delicate black buttons of his button up and slowly revealing the tanned skin of his chest with each one you undo. Your fingers are nimble as they work at getting the shirt open, Pedro helping by unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

“You really care about this suit,” he chuckles, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders and arms after the buttons are all undone and gently laying it on top of the vest and jacket.

“It’s sexy on you. I would hate to get it ruined during the removal of your clothes,” you pout up at him, your hands already working at unbuckling the belt he wears.

“You already drenched these pants in the limo anyway, I’d say it’s fine to ruin it.” He smirks, watching as you yank his pants down and let them pool at his ankles.

“A washer can fix that, but it can’t fix an accidental rip or tear if I’m too eager to get you out of this suit, now can it?” You tease, leaning up to give his bottom lip a gentle nibble. “Plus, I wanna savor the view as I undress you.”

“Dios eres perfecto,” he sighs, immediately kissing you deeply while moving you to lay on your back, his pants kicked to the floor as he settles himself above you and holds your face in his hands. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your legs firm around his waist and resting your ankles against his lower back. “Pedro you know I’ve been ready.” You whisper, rubbing your hands over his toned pecs and collarbones.

“Just wanted to hear it from your pretty mouth first,” he teases, kissing you once more while lining his fully erect cock at your entrance and slowly pushing himself forward until he’s fully seated inside you. “F-fuck, bebita, you’re--” He groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “--so tight.”

“O-oh Pedro…” you moan, taking in a shaky gasp at the feeling of him stretching and filling you, never having been this filled in your life. “I’m so full.”

“Yeah? Papi fills you real good, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” You sob, tightening your legs around him and giving your hips several small and desperate rocks against him. “Please.”

“Please what, hermosa?” He murmurs, moving his lips to start trailing kisses along the length of your collarbone, giving his hips a small teasing thrust into you. He already knows what you want, again just wants to hear you say it.

“Please move, please fuck me.” You softly whine your words, moaning out as soon as he starts thrusting back and forth inside of you at a moderately set pace, letting your head fall against the pillows behind you as you dig your nails into his upper arms. “Yes! Oh Pedro!” You cry, quickly dropping your head back down to watch the way his cock disappears in and out of you, both of your gazes set on the same thing.

Pedro only grunts and groans with every rock of his hips, his hungry eyes watching the way your walls deliciously swallow him up as he repeatedly fucks into you. “Fuck… Earlier, when I said--” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck now and leaving a gentle kiss and nip before proceeding. “--when I said if I take you home, that I may not let you leave…” He kisses at the shell of your ear next, continuing to thrust into your warm cunt. “...I really fucking mean that now.”

You take in a shaky breath at his words, everything you’ve only ever dreamed about as a young upcoming actress becoming a reality. “Pedro,” you moan softly, fisting your fingers through his hair the deeper he sends his cock inside of you, your body arching into his. “If--” A deeper moan leaves your throat, your head tilting as he starts tenderly kissing at your throat. “If you w-want me, I’m yours.”

“All mine?” He rasps, picking up the force of his thrusts little by little as he kisses along the other side of your neck now. “You and this pussy...all Papi’s?”

“Mmhmm all yours!” You groan loud at the slow increase in his thrusts, your eyes rolling back the harder and faster his movements get. “Oh g-god, I’m gonna cum again, I--” You gasp and whimper as your orgasm starts to burn and build inside of you, your walls giving a tight clench around Pedro’s cock. “I can feel it already.”

“Yeah?” Pedro growls, dropping his hand to start circling your clit with his thumb. “How about you make a mess for Papi again, princesa? Remember what you did to my fingers in the limo? Papi wants you to do it on his cock.” He rasps, kissing at the shell of your other ear as he starts thrusting a little more relentlessly. This man really wants to wreck and claim you all at once.

“Oh Jesus fucking--” your groan is a little more lewd this time, eyes rolling back as you feel that wave of pleasure creeping up on you. “I’m so fucking close, I-- oh god, Papi please don’t stop.”

“Let go for me, princesa.” He murmurs as he rubs harsher circles on your clit, his hips angled so he can hit right up at your cervix with his every thrust, the actions coaxing a silent scream and steady stream of squirt from you. “That’s it, bebita. Fuck, such a buena niña. Mi hermosa niña buena.”

Your body shakes beneath him while your orgasm washes over you, your throat finally opening enough to let out several elongated moans of his name, his grunt, growls and rapid thrusts signifying the near of his own release. “Cum for me, Papi...cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his lips to yours for a mindnumbing kiss as he repeatedly rails the head of his cock against your cervix, swallowing your screams of pleasuring and burying himself right up inside you while his cock twitches and spills his warm seed into your womb. “Y/N…” He pants, keeping still inside of you as the two of you catch your breath.

“Pedro,” you whisper, gazing up at him when he leans back to look down at you and gently caress your sides.

“I don’t...I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He mumbles. “I’ve...honestly? I’ve been planning on seeing if you’d allow me to take you out for dinner some time, but...I guess fate had other plans.” He chuckles at that and only gives his head a small amused shake, your eyes wide and obviously surprised.

“Really?” You chew your lip, looking up at him with piqued curiosity. “Why would you wanna ask me out?”

“Really?” He repeats you. “Why would I wanna ask such a beautiful, talented and dedicated woman such as yourself out for a nice dinner? Perhaps I wanted to get to know you better, learn more about you and what you enjoy, what you don’t enjoy.”

“Well you already know at least one of those things,” you laugh softly, giving your head a shake with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“For?” He smiles.

“Taking me home.”

“My pleasure.” He leans in for another kiss while he slowly starts to pull his length from inside of you, the two of you groaning in unison at the loss of warmth and fullness.

Once he’s slipped completely beside you and moved to the side, you give your bottom lip a small bite. “May I bother you for a glass of water? My throat’s a little hoarse…” You blush.

“I wonder why.” He teases you with a small smirk before nodding and gently kissing your forehead. “But of course you can. You wait right here, hermosa.”

“Thank you,” you grin, watching as he climbs off the bed and grabs a clean pair of sweats to throw on before leaving the room to grab you some water.

You lay there staring up at the ceiling with wide, very awake eyes, the most content of smiles on your face as you think about the events that just occurred. Are you dreaming? Did Pedro Pascal really just take you home and give you the most mind blowing night of your life so far? Nah definitely not dreaming, this feels far too real to be a dream.

You can hear Pedro’s voice faintly talking aloud downstairs, thinking maybe he’s talking to himself, but after a few moments you start to hear the soft patter of paws on the stairs leading up to the second floor. Edgar. You hear him enter the room and grin wide when he jumps up onto the bed.

“Hi Edgar! I was wondering where you were,” you giggle as you move to sit up on the bed, taking one of the fleece blankets folded on one side of the bed and wrapping it around yourself so you can pet Pedro’s cute little dog, having seen him in many of Pedro’s Instagram posts. “You are a cute little guy aren’t ya? Aww yes you are.” You give him light scratches at the spot between his ears and earn yourself a smile as he hangs his tongue out, clearly enjoying the love and attention. “You’re definitely the cutest thing in this house. Daddy’s second, but he doesn’t need to know that.” You grin.

Pedro silently stands in the doorway of his room holding the glass of water for you with a large smile, taking in the sight of you loving on his little guy, the dog who means the absolute world to him. He watches you for a few moments, just listening to you talk to Edgar and giggle when he gives you several kisses. It makes his heart swell with a love he’s never felt before. “You’re wrong, you know,” he finally states, earning your gaze and a curious smile. “I love my little Edgar here, but he’s definitely not the cutest thing in the house. Not anymore, at least.”

“Oh?” You bite your lip, watching Pedro as he approaches the bed and holds the water out for you, which you take and immediately take a few long sips.

“Mmhm. That would be you now.”

You blush at his words, giving your head a few shakes as you finish swallowing the water. “No offense, handsome, but Edgar is much cuter than me and nothing you say will ever change that.”

“Agree to disagree?”

“Alright fine,” you smile, giving Edgar lots more pats while Pedro moves to climb back onto the bed, just watching you love on his dog. “But he’s still cuter than you.”

“And that’s fine with me, hermosa, that’s fine with me.” He chuckles.

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more than enough | knj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ your unfortunate divorce has left you questioning life and your entire existence. that is, until, your counselor demonstrates just how much you’re worth.

— marriage counselor!au

⇢pairing: marriage counselor!kim namjoon x divorcee!female reader

⇢genre: angst, smut, pwp

⇢word count: 5.4k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: someone plz stop me from writing these porn-filled, no plot having fics, i think i need help, dom joon makes an appearance (who doesn’t love this man? uwu), lots of filthy filthiness, swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), drunk bathroom oral sex actually (oops), did i mention jungkook makes an appearance? (he’s that blonde babe from the bathroom scene) 😏, masturbation, unprotected sex (always stay safe!), rough sex, breathplay, dumbification, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, choking, creampie, impreg kink (ugh my fave), over-stimulation, voyeurism (oof), multiple orgasms, name-calling (being called a slut), jungkook’s tongue is magical, namjoon’s dick is huge (don’t @ me), premature ejaculation (oops)

a/n: I’ve had this also in my wips for awhile 💜 including like 10+ wips with joon because he’s my bby & I love him so much ugh!

Your fingertips awkwardly fiddle with themselves, a slight tension in your shoulders that you’re sure is visible. With legs crossed, you take a deep breath and contemplate your next guilty pleasure meal of the day. Everything around you seems black and white; since your divorce, you’d become null and void — not understanding why life itself got you to this point. You’d often question your purpose in life.

Why me? What did I do wrong? Am I not enough?

But here you are, reminiscing when everything seemed smooth, lovely, and peaceful. When things weren’t always about arguing over finances, hectic work schedules, a decrease in the amount of quality time spent together, or most importantly: pleading for just the smallest ounce of attention.

The sudden sound of your counselor’s throat clearing startles you, “Mrs. ____?” His notepad and pen in hand, his eyebrows raising up at you, slightly. Not having realized you’d zoned out, your fingers stop moving on their own accord. Your back straightens up just a tad more.

“Sorry, I-”

He cracks a smile, his hand raising up in reply, “Don’t be. Take your time,” You take a deep breath, and silently woosah yourself. Some part of you is curious as to why people like your counselor work these kinds of jobs. You couldn’t imagine having a career where you’re required to keen in on people’s problems everyday and offer advice, when you have problems of your own and can’t get your shit together.

Ugh, life.

“I’m hanging in there. I guess?” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing your expression.

“Can you tell me one good thing that happened to you this week?” You take a deep breath, followed by a coy smirk.

It had been a long time since you stepped out and especially in risqué attire. Your roudy friend and co-worker, Candice, insisted that you needed to spend the night out to celebrate your now freedom — post divorce. A slight sentiment of anxiety takes a toll on you, that is until she orders you both a couple shots of tequila to rile you up.

“Here’s to being young, wild, and free baby!” She exclaims, clinking her glass against yours. The both of you tilt your heads back, inducing more alcohol — hissing due to the slight burn in the back of your throat. Candice taps your shoulder, and hell were you feeling the aftermath of the liquor. You’re all giggles and feeling loopy.

Next thing you know, you’re locking lips with a cutie in the bathroom. Teeth and tongues clashing against each other, the thrill of getting it on with someone you don’t know was exhilarating — courtesy of the liquor in your system. Your mind hadn’t registered the lingering aroma of his cologne, until he pressed you up against the wall and stooped down on his knees, reaching under your dress to pull your panties to the side. Your lady lips revealed to him, and it’s as if he’s as horny as you are in this moment, if not more. The blonde-haired babe glares up at you with those pouty lips and dives head first. His nose brushes up against your clit as he licks a long strip along your folds, stopping to circling his tongue around the bud. His lips encase around your clit, and his muffled moans vibrate against your core, making you throb relentlessly with much arousal. He lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, while your back rests against the wall — an attempt to keep some leverage while having him in between your legs like this.

“Mmmm,” was all you could hear from him as he licks up and down your pussy lips, coating them with his saliva.

Your mind couldn’t even process the last time you’d been eaten out like this; uncontrollable moans slipping out of you, and it feels oh so damn good. Your hips grind against his tongue, helping to bring on your orgasm at a much quicker pace. His soft fingers grip your thighs to keep you in place. He pulls away with a pop and stares at you with those gorgeous, doe-like eyes. Your chest rises up and down, panting to gain your breath back. His fingers find purchase on your lips, and with a light tap you open up sucking them in your mouth. A low groan slips from him, you bob your head back and forth making sure to coat his digits and suddenly he pulls away. With furrowed brows, you hadn’t even processed that his fingers rammed into your pussy, your walls now warm and wet, inviting them in. Your fingers grasp onto his hair, pulling and tugging once his thumb swipes your clit intently. You’re so close and just need a slight push.

“Damn babe, how can you be this wet?” He giggles in your ear. You can smell whatever it is he doused himself in from the bar. You can’t quite pinpoint what exactly, but it is there.

“Just fuck me already, please” You plead with his fingers still inside you, he rubs your clit just right and repeatedly thrusts his fingers in and out. The obvious squelching sound of your pussy can be heard, and you pray to God nobody else suddenly walks in. You guys did lock the door right?

Shit.

And then he stops, removing his digits from you. You frown instantly.

“Need you in my mouth,” He adds, returning to his previous position from before, His lips wrap around your folds, sucking and tugging them with hunger. Like he’s having the most delicious meal in his last day on Earth. He continues to make obscene sounds with his slurping noises, his fingers press and rub onto your clit in a rapid motion. Your thighs give out, and it’s a clear indication to you that you’re going to cum. Has it really been this long? Have you really forgotten what it’s like to have an orgasm? That feeling deep within where the bottom of your tummy and core meet, feels tight as a knot. He lashes his tongue out to glide along your folds and sticks himself inside of you, tongue fucking you while rubbing your clit.

“I’m going to cum!” You cry with a labored breath. He uses your cry as a sign to lift your leg over his shoulder while he grips your waist, his hands land on your ass — gripping your cheeks firmly. His tongue lands flat to paint his saliva all over your cunt, his hands aid in gliding his tongue up and down your pussy at a rapid pace. He shakes his head back and forth, his tongue brushing across your throbbing, aching clit as a result. He continues at his relentless pace and suddenly that feeling inside snaps.

“Fuck!” Your thighs tremble violently and your core contracts continuously. Your back arches off the wall, but the stranger doesn’t stop his motions, his tongue continues on its own accord, not letting up. You even feel his fingernails digging into your cheeks slightly. Your fingers grasp onto his strands, tugging with an necessary amount of force — mimicking his motions. His low moans suddenly drawing out more than you expected, adding an extra touch to your orgasm, — your clit feeling used having been stimulated for a moment too long. The trembling of your body subsides, your legs attempting to hold on for a little longer as you fight to push him from you.

“O-okay. Okay, that’s- E-enough. Fuck!” To your luck he pulls off with a swipe of his hand across his mouth, panting and out of breath. You assume that’s the only reason he gave up, until you notice he continues to moan, his face contorted into an expression you suppose is from a feeling of ecstasy. And then his gaze drops down to his clothed crotch; his wide eyes roam upwards to your form, with lips parted. Your trembling figure gradually regaining composure.

“Oops,” He slips, letting out a contagious laugh. You follow where his gaze was before and shake your head.

“I-it’s okay, I understand.” His eyes crinkle up in a crescent-moon shape, and you somehow notice the rosy tint of his cheeks, streaming to his ears. Poor thing. He’s probably embarrassed.

Your counselor listens with open ears, taking in everything you’re describing to him, while jotting down what you think are a few notes. But to your unknown avail, he has written:

Client lacks in sex life, due to divorce Stranger gives oral sex; client reaches orgasm

Namjoon clears his throat before proceeding, “And what is it that makes this-” He pauses to gather the correct words, attempting to wash away the imagination of you spreading your legs out, pussy on display, on his leather sofa.

“Experience a good one for you? Is it the thrill from having an orgasm? Maybe the act of having a stranger perform oral sex on you? Or is it because he orgasmed in his pants by performing oral sex on you?”

You contemplate for a moment, thinking deeply about his speculation. You admit it; he’s great at his job. Well, at least better than you would probably be in his line of work. With legs still crossed, you playfully dangle your ankle up and down, your leg now having fallen asleep but you’re somewhat in an awkward state — speaking to a male about your recent sexcapade.

It’s times like these that you wished you were referred a female counselor. And it doesn’t help with how attractive Mr. Kim is, which is definitely a deal breaker for you. You take in his lavender streaks that paint the strands of his hair, paired with highlights of platinum blonde.

Although, you can’t help but ponder what he thinks of all this? Seeing it as you’re a divorced woman, having developed a dry spell, and can’t seem to even orgasm from her previous husband — the person you’d committed your life to, to what you assumed would have been able to please you in the bedroom but unfortunately he failed. It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Mr. Kim had been there through it all, the good and bad, the ups and downs, twists and turns. It wasn’t that he failed his job, no. He was perfect at it; but, your marriage simply failed. You wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Kim confessed that he knew what the outcome would be, because it was that obvious. But your ex-husband had to hire a professional simply because he was too prideful to admit his wrongdoings and actually “man up” to fix his problems.

Part of you hated that you’d stuck around after the divorce, and you’re surprised Mr. Kim hadn’t suggested you no longer needed of his services. But, you suppose he was just being kind, offering the best of his services — while another part of you assumed he understood that you do need someone to vent to. Being as that, doing so helps to ease the mind. You’re sure he’s aware that everyone needs to talk to someone, even if it’s a stranger.

Except in this case, Mr. Kim isn’t a stranger — quite the opposite actually and some part of you felt vulnerable to him. The fact he knew your story; any personal thing you could think of that’s ever happened to you — you had spilled it all to him. You contemplate: Who does he confide in, despite his career being that he helps those in desperate times of need? Does he ever vent to anyone? And if so, does it help him to stay sane?

You shake your head at the thought of it all, wanting to piece the entire process altogether. You’d almost forgotten he was still here in this very room with you, awaiting a response to slip. And damn, is he patient. You curse yourself for having zoned out that much, and with a clearing of his throat you are gracefully brought back to reality. The atmosphere suddenly parching your form, an odd sensation of heat pooling over you — paired with a sheen of cold sweat approaching.

He stares into your gaze, as if studying you for a moment.

“Mrs. ____?” His eyes still glued onto you, searching for any sign that you will open your mouth for once. But, you can’t seem to say anything else but one word.

“Control.” His eyebrows flick in response and he slowly nods — having scribbled something into his notes:

Control?

“Control?” He questions, giving you the spotlight to elaborate on whatever it is you’re implying. Your foot stops dangling, having now closed both of your legs entirely, squeezing them together. The visual of that stranger’s mouth lapping at your cunt flashes through your mind.

You take a deep breath, “Yes, control.” Namjoon’s eyebrows quirk upward, as if signaling for you to continue already.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You blurt out while grabbing your belongings, in a hurry to leave. Namjoon seethes. He’d endured months, perhaps a year of therapy with you. He refused to let you walk out without being satisfied. And he knows exactly what you need. He had the date written down, when you came to him for one of your sessions and confessed how long it had been since you had sex. It’s a memory he’d never forget, because although he’s a licensed counselor and shouldn’t personally involve himself with his clients — with you it was different. He despised the way your ex-husband treated you. It was wrong, and he couldn’t take the pain of seeing you stressed beyond your limits.

“ ____,” His deep voice now dipped in a stern tone, one you’d never heard before, and he never calls you by your first name. Like ever. With your back turned, you can feel his presence directly behind you. So close, you could practically drown in the warmth radiating from his body. He reaches past you, his fingers finding placement over the lock of the door.

“Sit down,” he commands. You shudder under his rigid voice, finding yourself to obey as he instructs, somewhat afraid of what he’d do if you didn’t comply. His towering figure follows back to his seat prior to your attempt of departing. His legs now spread wide and back slightly slumped in his chair. Your shoulders naturally tense themselves, a result of the heat wave washing over you.

Namjoon glares at you with an unreadable expression, as if he’s peering into your soul, a sudden churn resides in your tummy. You absentmindedly pull your dress down just a tad, the material now clinging to your skin due to the sweat that built up under Namjoon’s gaze.

He strokes his chin, and you thank the Heavens for that sight because it definitely gets you going. His slender fingers grazing amongst his skin, veins popping while doing so. You can only imagine what they would feel like inside your-

“Off the record, I know what you want.” He blurts out, stilling his motions. You question him with a rise of your eyebrows. The coy smirk that appears on his lips has you boiling on the inside, your thighs rubbing together pathetically — to ease the ache within your core. What the hell is this man doing to you?

“Should it be too much for you, the safe word is velvet.”

He removes his glass and places them down on the coffee table separating you both. He proceeds to make his way toward you, eyeing you down as if you’re his prey. He unbuckles his belt and slips, “You’ll do as I say when I say it and not give any back talk. Understand?” Your mouth flies agape at his sudden change in demeanor — only adding fire to the fuel in your heat.

He tilts your chin up with his finger, “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

“Yes- Yes, Namjoon.” He slaps your face, at first in a gentle manner, your kitty throbs in response at the sudden action.

“It’s Sir to you.” You nod in reply, “Yes, S-sir.”

Namjoon sits in his favorite spot, unbuttoning his slacks. His hands snake behind the garment, running along his shaft under his briefs.

“Open your legs and play with yourself,” He demands. Before your brain could process what he requested, your body moved instead. You pry open your legs and Namjoon is instantly met with your aching cunt.

“You little slut,” He mulls with a followed growl, his cock twitching under his grip. “You came all the way here with no fucking panties?”

You nod at his question, bringing your fingers to your wet folds.

“So fucking filthy.” Namjoon pumps himself at the sight of you grazing along your clit. “I should fuck you until you can’t think anymore.”

“Please,” you whine, grinding your hips. You lick the pads of your fingers and rub your clit instinctively, a moan falling from your lips.

“Is that what you want?” He coos, precum seeping from the slit on the head of his cock. “You want me to fuck you silly? Make you cream all over my cock like the good, little bitch you are?”

Wanton moans now become uncontrollable for you, and you lose yourself in Namjoon’s sexy voice laced with lust, “Yes, Sir. P-please, fuck me. I need your cock.”

A low rumble emits from his chest, he runs his fingers through his strands that were glued to his forehead. He pushes his trousers and briefs down to his knees.

“Come here. Now.” He motions with his index finger, and you find yourself at his beck and call. Namjoon slides himself down further in his seat and gestures you over him.

“Sit on my face,” You do exactly as he says and hover over his face. He doesn’t hesitate to grip your hips and lodge his tongue inside of your hot heat. His nose nuzzles your clit in the process, soaking in the fragrance of your womanhood. He graciously fucks your hole with his tongue, then slithers along your inner folds. He sucks and tugs onto them between his plump lips, groaning into your cunt. You naturally grind your hips, following his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” You slip, while grazing your fingers within his strands. Namjoon’s fingers dig deeper onto your hips. He lays his tongue flat down to glide against your clit, your folds having been coated in his saliva. He peers up at you with those wide, sexy eyes, and the sudden shock of his palm smacking your ass jolts you forward — your grip landing on the leather seat. His moans continue to reverberate within your core, emitting a cry of euphoria from you. He wraps his plush lips around your nub and sucks feverishly. His nails graze along the flesh of your ass cheeks and…

Smack.

“Mmmm, Sir!” He shakes his head back and forth, and sucks your clit again — sending you into your second orgasm in the past week. Your thighs tremble and back arches slightly, your nails claw the leather of the seat and your hips grind along his tongue — an attempt to ride out your high. Namjoon lands another harsh smack onto your bottom, and you scream maybe just a little too loud for your liking, yet it’s music to his ears.

But, he doesn’t stop.

He continues his ministrations, and just as you try to break away from his steady pace, he constrains your hips with his large hands, locking you in place. He doesn’t let up on your now sensitive clit, and instead continues to slide his tongue all around and onto your bud. You shake your head in reply, the stimulation being too much but somehow there’s this burning ache that re-approaches, and you know there’s yet another orgasm approaching.

You push his head away, desperately wanting him to get his mouth off your aching pussy.

“P-please, Please.” You plead. But he grips onto you harder and shakes his head in a “no” gesture, his tongue gliding along your clit while doing so. His lips encase around your nub again and eagerly sucks the life out of you. Your legs shiver.

Namjoon mumbles within you, “Cum on my face, again.” His hand slaps your ass cheek again and again, sending you into your second orgasm that seems more powerful than the first. Your entire body convulses, eyes roll back, and you let out a screeching cry. He gently rubs the area he’d smacked before, and peels his mouth from you finally. He slaps your cheek again and demands, “On the couch. Now.”

You’re barely able to recover from your orgasm, and with shaky legs you set on your two feet to make your way over to the leather sofa. Joon follows behind and drops his trousers and briefs down to his ankles, kicking the garments to the side. Your met with the sight of his length, and you audibly gasp. He’s so thick, and your kitty clenches just by looking at him. His dick springs up, and you note the precum now dripping from his slit and down into a thin line.

“Come here,” He says while pushing your head onto his length. He stuffs his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat relentlessly. You grab onto his thick, juicy thighs to keep some leverage. The lewd noises of your throat being fucked can be heard through the office space. Namjoon’s breath hitches at the view of you stuffed with him entirely, his dick literally choking the life out of you. He lets out a grimacing chuckle, “Finally you can keep your mouth shut, huh? Let someone else take control, hm?” He bucks his hips forward, the veins in his arm protruding as his grip on your hair tightens, thrusting himself back and forth into your mouth.

His head falls back in ecstasy. Your nails graze along his bare thighs, begging for a release of air. And you assume that inspires him to torture you even more because before you could process what’s happening. He pinches your nose shut, to keep you from breathing, and holds himself at the back of your throat. You pound his thighs as a result.

“Look at me.” He commands, and with tears streaming down your cheeks, your gaze follows up to his hooded lids as you eagerly pound your fists onto his thighs and scratch the flesh. You’re convinced you are on the verge of passing out until he lets out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard in your life and that’s when his thighs tense up in your touch, his lower abdomen contracts, and bursts of warm cum shoot down your throat. You shut your eyes to focus on not passing out, but somehow with his added jizz, it doesn’t help. You continue to smack his thighs to signal you’re on your way to Heaven if he doesn’t let up. You feel his cock gradually easing out, and then he says…

“Fucking swallow.”

And so you do, managing to swallow every drop of him and finally he releases his throbbing member from your mouth. As soon as you are let free to breathe in some kind of air, you suck in a huge breath — followed by some coughs to gain your breathing back, and then an odd sensation within your head subsides. Once again, you can’t recover. Namjoon pulls you by your hair and shoves you toward the leather sofa.

“Bend down.” And you do exactly as you’re told, obeying him as if you’re a puppy and he’s your owner. Namjoon pumps himself and slaps your ass once you bend completely over, arching your back to push your bottom out more profoundly.

“Such a good slut.” He slaps your ass and you whimper at his harsh demeanor. Somehow you manage to wiggle your goods at him, wanting to know what that monster between his legs feel like, and your craving doesn’t go unnoticed. Namjoon tugs your hair, making you arch your back whilst he forces your entire form against his chest. His stiff length is pressed against your ass, and you find yourself grinding against him for just any type of friction to ease the level of horny that’s overcome your being.

“Look at you all needy for my cock. I don’t think you’re fucking ready for me, hm?” His hold on you grows tighter, and the sharp pain of him pulling your strands, mixed with his cock rutting against your behind, strangely makes your core twitch — a dire need of attention.

“Oh, but Sir! I am ready. Plea-” With that, Namjoon shoves you forward back into doggystyle. And when your back isn’t arched enough to his liking, he takes a big blow to your ass, prompting you to adjust your posture. You’re sure by the end of this so called “session” you’ll slip from his establishment sore and bruised. The tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, he runs himself along your dripping labia, making sure to smother himself in your wet. The rising heat in the pit of your core makes you anxious. You can’t remember the last time it had been when you’d had sex, and you supposed Namjoon knows this. You’re not even sure what all this means. How could you both look at each other the same after this is all done? Will he let you go after this? Maybe refer a different counselor? Or will this continue to be what his “sessions” are about? Or is this just a one time thing, and after today, everything will go back to normal? But how could that be possible?

Your on-going thoughts are put on a hold when a slight stretching-like burn approaches so sudden, and you’re left with a wide-opened mouth. Your nails scrape the material of the couch you have left to hold onto. Namjoon feels like nothing you’d ever felt before. He’s big, you know that. But holy hell does he feel different than he looks; it’s something you can’t explain. With toes curling, you call out his name as if he’s the only person left on the plant. What did you do to deserve this kind of dick? Your walls clamp eagerly around his shaft, sucking him in entirely — like a vacuum.

“Shit! It’s been that long, huh?” He admits, gritting his teeth at the sentiment of how tight you are. “He- Let this go?” He adds, while bottoming out completely. Pulling almost all the way out to slam right back into you — your body jerking forward in the process. “S-so fucking stupid. How- Mmmm.” Namjoon can’t contain himself; he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, trying beyond his limits to not blow his load into you so quickly.

“How could he let this go?” He pulls out and slams back into you again, this time with a harsh punch. He reaches for your hair, balling his fist into the strands, because for this time, he can’t just take it easy on you.

“More for me, then.” And that’s when you scream as if you’re being murdered — more like your vagina is. Namjoon begins a brutal pace, ramming into you and having no second thoughts about it.

“Oh! Unfgh, S-sir!” Your eyes shut instantly and face scrunches up in pleasure; you’d honestly never felt so high in your entire life. If you could be fucked like this at least once a week, you’d truly die happy.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you dumb?” He shoots with a hint of hostility. “I was relieved-” He punctuates with a harsh thrust, “To find out you both divorced… Wanted to fuck the shit out of you ever since you stepped foot into my office… Told me every fucked up thing he ever did to you.” You’re not even sure why but his confession has you smothering him in your juices. The fact he had a desire for you was hot, and you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t have fucked him the first time you had a session with him — that is, without your now ex-husband. Maybe Namjoon is right, maybe you are a slut. But who cares?

Namjoon releases his pull on your hair and pushes your head forward, you languidly fall onto the cushion and bury your face within it while he continues to bang out places in you that you never knew could be reached — his animalistic mannerisms are beyond your comprehension.

“Oh, yes!” You cry out, your figure shifting upwards from his vigorous pace. You nearly topple over at how hard he’s fucking you, and at this moment, you can’t fully think straight with him fucking you senselessly. The only sound you’re aware of is the slapping of his balls against your ass and his grunting here and there. You mumble a few incoherent words, and then a few slapping sounds follows. Your ass cheeks now burning with a hot passion.

“Look at you-” Namjoon grunts as he stills himself inside of you and twists your body around, leaving you to rest on your side. “Can’t even speak properly with my dick inside of you.”

Slap.

“Should clog this little pussy of yours up with my children.”

“Fucking come here,” He hauls you toward him to bring you closer, his cock sheathing itself fully inside of you. Not able to form proper words, your nails drag across his thigh and you wrap your leg around his waist, the heel of your foot digging into his bottom cheek. And just as you blinked, he wraps his hand around your throat and begins plunging his cock in and out of you repeatedly. You’re so close to cumming again, that you find some strength to ease your way between your legs and mindlessly rub your clit. Namjoon notes your actions and squeezes your throat harder.

“Yes! F-fuck!” You attempt to choke out; then Namjoon rams into that certain spot within you that has you seeing stars, and your orgasm floods your entire self that you’re shaking underneath him.

“Fuck yeah,” He coos while releasing your throat and slapping your face left and right. “He was so stupid, hm?” Your walls contracting around him has his cock twitching in a way that he knows is a warning of his impending orgasm. You clench so tightly around him, almost locking him in place, whilst creaming all over his shaft.

“Say it.” You whimper in reply, and he grips your face in place to keep you from squirming. “I want you to say how stupid your ex-husband was for leaving you. Say it now.” Your body continues to tremble and grow limp, yet you force the words from your mouth that even you surprised your own self.

“M-my ex-husband was stupid for leaving me, ahh!” Namjoon jams into you again, his thrusts now a much sloppier pace while his thumb reaches for your clit again, rubbing relentlessly. You wiggle around to somewhat ease your now sensitive, aching clit. But he doesn’t let you. He slaps your face again and pins your arms above your head, his body landing fully on top of yours. He licks the pads of his fingers to find your clit again, and you don’t think it’s possible to cum for the fourth time today, but you’re convinced Namjoon would prove otherwise.

“I want you to cum on my cock again.” He states, with a much softer tone this time, added with, “And tell me how much you’re worth having.” Another wave washes over you, granting his wish. Your chest heaves up and down in an attempt to fully gain your normal breathing pattern back. Your writhing body sends a shock of pleasure straight to his groin, and the need to cum is slowly advancing.

You cling onto Namjoon, and slip “I- am worth it. I-I’m worth having,” It’s as if your simple doing of following his command pushes him over the edge. But your added comment fuels him on even more.

“Cum inside of me, please. Make me full of your children.” With that, Namjoon shudders above you. His member pulses inside of you, streams of his cum color your insides. His lavender-stained strands glue themselves to his forehead, and it isn’t until now that you realize how wet your skin is, courtesy of the leather material below you.

Within the silence that subsides afterwards, aside from the melody of the both of you panting, Namjoon breaks the ice.

“You’re more than enough.”

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Finished | Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi and Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1k

Summary: Yoongi fingers you while you’re on your period. That’s all.

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You were in the shower, casually humming to yourself while washing the shampoo out of your hair, the water masking all sounds. You didn’t notice right away when your boyfriend stepped in behind you, completely naked and eyeing you up and down.

“Yoongi!” you jumped, almost slipping before he wrapped his arms around your waist, steadying you. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a shower…what does it look like I’m doing?” he smirked, moving his hands to your hips to push to you the side so he could wet his hair.

“Couldn’t you have waited for me to finish? I’m almost done…!” you whined.

Yoongi turned off the water and pushed you up against the cold tiles, caging you in between his arms. “I’m going to help you finish” he whispered, grabbing your nape and pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

You (knowing exactly what he meant) kissed him back, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth as his hands roamed your body, groping your breasts, hips, and ass. He had a habit of moaning into your mouth whenever he kissed you, this time being no exception. Knowing how much he enjoyed it would always turn you on like crazy.

Once he started to move his mouth down your neck, you, with your breath heavy and heart thumping from that kiss (ugh he could make you weak so easily) said “but I’m…”

“…on your period” he finished your sentence, “I know, and I don’t care. If you won’t let me touch you in bed then I’ll do it here, I can make all the mess I want here” he bit on your neck, licking over it to soothe the bite as you gasped.

“Oh… shit” god he was hot, you arched into him as his fingers flicked over your sensitive nipples.

“Is that okay with you my love?” he leaned in to your ear and spoke in that raspy voice that made you wet, moving his hand down your stomach to your core, circling your hole with one finger. You nodded, your mouth hanging open, too turned on to speak.

“Good” he whispered. At the same time, he slid one finger into your soaking pussy, his other hand around your waist keeping you in place. He started to peck kisses along your cheek and jaw, his lips soft as you tried to control your breathing, being extra sensitive to his every touch.

Sliding another finger into you, he began to pump them in and out of you, his thumb flicking over your clit. You loved his hands, his long fingers worked wonders on you every time and he knew exactly how to get you off like this.

After a few pumps, he took his fingers out and looked down at them. “Fuck, I should do this more often, that’s pretty hot you know babe” he chuckled, showing you his fingers. They were covered in a mix of blood and your arousal.

“Oh my god”, you laughed with him. A few months ago, you would have been far too embarrassed to laugh at something like this, but at this point in your relationship there was no room for embarrassment, you and Yoongi knew each other too well and were fully comfortable in each other’s presence.

Yoongi slid both fingers back into you, this time going faster with his movements. His thumb circling your clit with a mind blowing skill that had you leaning your head into his shoulder, whimpering with need. The squelching sounds of your wetness sounded louder than usual due to the echo of the shower, you were absolutely drenched, Yoongi making you feel so so good after the day of painful period cramps you’d had yesterday.

You didn’t realise you had been biting into his shoulder until he hissed and moaned aloud. You lifted your head to see the marks of your teeth, pink on his pale skin, and rubbed over it gently with your hand, planting kisses over the marks. “Oop…ah ….oohh…sorry, I …mmmm….got lost in the feeling” you could barely get your words out due to the abuse his fingers were currently inflicting, so you settled for kissing every inch of his face you could reach while he grinned down at you lovingly.

You looked down to see drops of blood on the shower floor, along with trails of it running down your thighs. With the way Yoongi was fingering you right now, mixed with your arousal and the water from your shower, the blood looked like a lot more than it actually was.

“Oh shit… I’m murdering your pussy right now” Yoongi had also seen all the blood.

“Ha ha how original” your sarcasm came out. “Oh…fuckkkkk” Yoongi flicked his thumb over your clit harder, biting his bottom lip in concentration, he wanted to ruin you, wanted to watch you fall apart on his fingers. And that’s exactly what you did.

Cumming hard all over his hand, you screamed his name and held on tight to him, your weak legs threatening to slip. He fingered you through your orgasm, pulling them out only when he was sure you were ….well… finished.

“Oh god…Yoongi…wow” your thoughts jumbled and your body weak, you clung to him.

“Look at my hand…damnnn… do you wanna lick it? Should I lick it?” he laughed, playfully trying to shove his cum and blood covered hand in your face, his gummy smile wide.

“You really think you’re funny huh?” you giggled with him anyway, starting to shiver.

“Oh, let’s get the water back on, warm you up again, and wash this murder scene away. Looks like I’m gonna have to give your pussy some mouth to mouth and a few pumps to bring it back to life!”

“Stop!” you acted annoyed yet squished his cheeks between your hands and planted a smooch on his lips. Your eyes hadn’t missed the way his dick had been erect for the past few minutes.

The rest of the shower consisted of your hands doing the work while Yoongi did the moaning…

[indefiniteimagines]

Not Even For A Minute || Poussey Washington Imagine *Requested*

Summary: Poussey has a crush on the reader and thinks she doesn’t like her back, but she does.

Pairing: Poussey Washington x Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, lewd language/comments, language, reader doesn’t have a preferred sexual orientation, use of R slur, angst, fluff

A/N: Holy shit! This is my first piece of writing in actually only a couple of months, but I’m claiming years because I am officially back like I was in high school. I’m so sorry if this is not my best, I am EXTREMELY rusty, so take it easy on me for now :) 

It was dinner time at Lichfield and it was only my second meal in my new home. My new home filled with almost 200 other women. For the next 5 years, I will see the inside of this cafeteria 3 times a day, 21 times a week, 1,095 times a year and a whopping 5,473 times in total. You’re probably wondering why that matters, but it matters.

I take my tray and do a quick search for a place to sit. I find a spot at the very end of one of the middle tables. It was the only seat with no one in a two foot radius of me. I sit down and look at the food in front of me. My first dinner includes spaghetti, two mini oranges, a salad, and a brownie. It’s not horrible when you think about it. It’s a pretty standard meal. Well it would be without the questionable odor coming from the meatballs. I close my eyes and sigh. 

“Maybe she’s deaf.”

“She ain’t deaf.”

“HELLO!”

“She can’t hear you if she’s deaf, dummy.”

“Fine, then you try, Angie.”

I was so deep in my own world that I almost didn’t notice the cherry tomato that hit me in my head. 

“Hey, girl!”

I opened my eyes and looked to my left.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked with a hint of a nervous tone.

“Uh yeah, have been for the last 5 hours. You retarded or something?”

“5 hours ago? No that can’t be right. Remember, we was in the laundry room 5 hours ago, Tucky.”

“Jesus, Angie! I was being snide.”

“You mean sarcastic?”

“Snide means sarcastic.”

“Then why not just say sarcastic?”

I watched as “Tucky” closed her eyes and tilted her head in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but did you guys need something?”

Tucky’s eyes snapped open, “Uh, yeah. Why’re you sitting here?” She took her bottom lip into her mouth as she waited for my response.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was sitting here.”

“She never said that,” Angie said while flashing her pearly browns.

“I’m confused.”

“Wow maybe she really is retarded,” Angie said.

“Tucky” nodded at Angie, “I think you’re right, Ang. Here, I’ll break it down real slow like for you: You don’t belong here.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just let me finish my dinner and I’ll never sit with you again.” I tried to reason with the little troll, but she just wasn’t having it. 

She nodded her head while picking up her milk carton. She then poured it all over my food. “Seems to me like you’re done.”

All I could do was stare with my mouth open. 

“Why did you do that?!”

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T BELONG HERE!” She screamed as she stood up and let one of her fist hit the metal table.

“Dogget! You’re done! Empty your tray.” A CO finally intervened from the next row over. Dogget and her Meth Mates got up from the table and walked out. 

All I could do was sit there with my head hanging low as I let a few tears escape. I’m not usually this weepy, but in my defense, all I wanted was that little brownie...which was now swimming in a pool of used milk. 

*A few tables over*

“Fuck was that about?” Poussey asked her family as she nodded her head over to the other table; finally arriving with her tray. 

“Mmmm, Meth Mouth and her cult were fuckin’ with one of the newbies,” Janae replied in the middle of finishing her bite.

Poussey hovered over her chair to get a good look at the bothered inmate and sat back down while shaking her head. 

After having a mini pity party for myself, I got up and dumped my spoiled tray before leaving the cafeteria. I go back to my temporary bunk and buried myself under my blanket. 

“Cheer up, Kid. You’ll be out of here sooner than you know.”

I gave a pitiful grin to the nice older woman.

“I like your eyeshadow.”

“Duh,” she said as she threw me a wink.  

I let out a sigh, got comfortable and laid in my bed until morning.

I finally fell asleep, but only for 2 hours. At the ass crack of dawn, I was woken up by the morning announcement, which had absolutely no enthusiasm. “Good morning, ladies. Try to seize the day. The world is your oyster.”

“You’d think she’d quit if she hates her job so much.” That was the first time I heard the redhead with the horrible bed head speak.

“Bell is about as enthusiastic as a wet bag of hair, but she’s one of the good ones.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said groggily.  

“You joining us for breakfast?”

I drifted back to sleep before I could hear her response. I woke up in what seemed like an hour, but was only 30 minutes. For the slightest second I forgot where I was. I opened my eyes and was met with DeMarco standing right in front of me.

“Well good morning sleepyhead! Nice of you to join the living.”

“What? What time is it?”

“You see a clock in here? What I do know is that you got 10 minutes left for breakfast. You better hurry.”

I hop down off my bunk and start to change.

“Thanks.” 

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

I gave her a shrug as I zipped up my jacket and headed for breakfast. I arrived in the cafeteria and was able to get my food right away since there was no line. Some tables are still filled, but some are also empty. I scan the room and pick the table farthest away from Doggett and her followers. I was in the middle of eating my eggs when Angie walked by and sneezed on my tray. 

“Oops, ‘scuse me,” she said with a shit eating grin.

“God damnit,” I whisper to myself while trying not to deck this bitch.

“You shouldn’t say the Lord’s name in vain like that.”

I look up at her through hooded eyes, “Walk the fuck away.” My voice was low and I kind of scared myself.

“Oooo, devil eyes. Hey! She’s got devil eyes,” she says louder than the first time, except now she’s giggling and pointing at me while backing away. Doggett sucks her bottom lip at me while flipping her hood and getting up to walk out. I can feel people starring so I do a very quick observation and then stand up to leave. 

“Empty your tray,” the guard at the door told me. “Get some coffee while you’re at it. It’ll help you stay full until lunch.”

 I look up at his name that’s stitched into his shirt. Ohhhh, so this is O’Neil. I heard some of the girls talking about his scandalous relationship with CO Bell. Good for them. I turned around and went to dump my tray before following the advice and going for the coffee. 

“Yo, why they always fucking with her?” Poussey asked the table as she watched in disapproval as Y/N dumped her tray.

“Why do you care?” Taystee asked while rolling her eyes.

“For real? You ain’t notice that ever since China got out, Prince Charming over here been lookin’ for a new helpless, basket case? I mean, shit.”

“Aye don’t talk about Brook like that. Not cool, Cindy.”

“ “Cindy”? Bitch, fuck you think you is? My mama? Ugh, check ya tone.”

“Whatever man. I’m just tired of seeing Meth Madness fuck with people like they run the place.”

“Again, why do you care?”

“Shit just ain’t right, is all.”

“Mmmhmm,” Taystee replied as they got up from the table.

I turn around after filling my mug and notice that it’s just me, the inmates that clean up and the CO’s supervising them. I carry my warm mug through the halls and I notice there’s not as many people crowding them as there were last night. 

“Inmate! Where you are supposed to be?”

“Uhm, I’m not really sure.”

“Wrong answer!”

“Wrong?”

“Don’t get smart with me. Jefferson! Tell inmate...Y/L/N where she’s supposed to be.”

“Well, since it’s after lunch, we’re supposed to be headed to our work detail. Not whatever you was doing, apparently.”

The tall guard with the creepy mustache looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Thank you, Jefferson.”

“I don’t have a work detail yet.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opens them he looked back at Jefferson, “you work in the library, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Take her with you.”

She sucked her teeth, “Man, what do I say when someone asks why she’s there? No offense, but I ain’t taking no shots just because she’s somewhere she’s not supposed to be.”

“What’s a shot?”

“Jesus fuck. Will you both get out of my goddamn sight?” 

He snatched my mug; Jefferson and I gave each other a look and started towards the library. When we got there it was almost empty.

“You know, the labels are there to help the books be put back in their respectful place, not to look cute. I mean, damn.” I notice Jefferson chuckle at the girl we hear before seeing. She’s talking to a pair of inmates who are whispering to each other before tossing another book down and scurrying off. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she calls after them, but to no avail. She sighs to herself before returning back to work. 

“Hey, P! Whatchu up to?”

“Practically cleaning up behind bitches. I mean, why is it so hard to put a book back in its original spot? Jane Eyre belongs in literature, not SAT Prep,” she called back.

“Truly first world problems,” Jefferson said unamused.

“Yooo, you ever heard of “Oedipus”? It’s mad crazy. Like this one part where the main dude...” she kept talking as she rounded the corner to finally come face to face with us.

“...who’s this?”

“Our puppy dog for the day,” Jefferson said as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh alright then. Well I’m working over here in history. Y’all can start in fiction. It’s a fuckin mess over there.”

“Um, then why don’t we all work in fiction?”

“Did you not hear me say it’s a fuckin mess? Have fun.”

I walked away, smiling to myself. I didn’t think anyone here would care for books like I did.

After the work day was over, I separated from the two friends and went back to my temporary bunk until dinner. The next day I followed Jefferson back into the library.

“Oh, puppy dog is back.”

Jefferson turned her head to me, “Don’t you know when you gettin your work detail yet?“

“Sorry, still no.”

“As much as I’m sure you love the view you get, I’m gettin tired of you following me.”

“I can ask someone if I can work somewhere else.”

“T-ha! And make me look like a problem? I think not.”

“Nah, we could use the extra help in here since bitches can’t put shit back where it’s supposed to go. Hate to break it to y’all, but foreign language is even worse than fiction was.”

“My god. Can’t you help us over here instead of doing whatever it is the fuck you doin?”

“Uh no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m President of the Library.”

“Says who!?”

“Suzanne,” she said as a matter of fact while leaning forward to show us her ID that read “President Washington: Library”.

“Aw damn. It’s official and everything. Man, that’s some bull shit,” Jefferson said as she walked away.

All I did was look at the Presidential badge and smile.

“Since you don’t complain like some people, just know you’re first in line for Vice President. Just don’t tell Taystee,” she told me on the sly.

“Taystee?”

“Jefferson.”

“Ohh, got it.”

“I’m Poussey, by the way,” she said extending her hand.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too.”

She has a beautiful smile.

Towards the end of the work day, I found myself near Poussey’s section. Since our work for the time being is pretty much done, I start to browse the shelves when I spot a book dear to my heart, “Alice in Wonderland”. I get a mini rush of serotonin and pop a squat up against one of the shelves. I lose track of time, until I realize I no longer see anyone. “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality”. You are right about that, Mr. Carroll.

“Hello?” I’m immediately startled. I start to shuffle to my feet and by the time I stand, I’m met with someone else.

“Whoa, shit. My bad. I didn’t think anyone else was in here.” Shit, I must’ve I said that out loud.

“Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.”

“It’s cool. So you haven’t been assigned a work duty yet, huh?”

I shook my head.

“I, uh, I must admit that this is the best job. Call me bias, but it’s the truth.”

“Thanks,” I say with a slight smile.

“You’re the one Pennsatucky and her crew keep messing with.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Y’all got beef on the outside or something?”

“No, but I found it’s better to not provoke a methed out mental case.”

“Not wrong there. Well, I’ll see you around. Oh and be careful with Alice, she’s my favorite.”

The next few days were the same. I would follow Taystee into the library and listen to her and Poussey be absolute clowns. Poussey and I got to be closer since we were usually the last two to leave. We talked about how much time we have, our family, and she even told me about the Vee drama. During my stint of unpaid work in the library, I was finally able to change out of the highlighter jumpsuit and into a khaki set.

After an hour or so into a shift, I found myself distracted with my favorite book, “In Five Years”.

“Oh uh, that goes on the second to last shelf right behind you.”

“Huh? Oh yeah. It was actually already in the right spot, but it’s one of my favorites,” I tell her as I put the book back.

“What’s it about?”

“This woman named Dannie-“

“Y/L/N!”

We both looked towards the door and saw and the same pasty CO that sent me here.

“With me.”

I gave Poussey a grin and walked towards the CO,

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer me and just kept walking. I followed him to a warehouse that smelled of Clorox and musty water.

“Janitorial. Your job assignment. Morello will fill you in on what to do.”

“Oh yeah I can do that. No problem.”

The first couple of hours involved cleaning the halls, but I moved on to the Spanish bathrooms. Poussey was right, the library was the best job to have.

*A few weeks later at dinner

“I don’t know why you’d let Edward Scissorhands cut your hair and not me.”

“Because Danita only charges me a bag of Doritos. Not two cokes. Plus, she don’t even ask for the Cool Ranch flavor!”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. I do two cokes worth of work, Child.”

I laughed at Taystee and Sophia having their little banter in the food line. I walked with them to the table and sat down.

“...but then the dragon realized the little ghost girl was friendly, even though she was cold as ice. Fire and ice, that would never work!”

“Why not? What happened to opposites attract?” I ask sort of challengingly. 

“Mommy said ice is used to put out fires. Well, technically water is used to put out fires but ice is just water in solid form. So the fire would go out!”

“But do you know what happens when fire and ice mix?”

“The world goes dark?”

“No. They make steam,” I gave Poussey a “subtle” smirk.

“Mommy says steam is for showers, crab legs and “fun times”.

“I miss making steam with a fine gentleman with a curve on that dick.”

We all laughed along at what Cindy said and I agreed with her.

“There are just some things your fingers can’t accomplish,” I said jokingly while being serious. She pointed her fork at me, “I like her.”

Poussey was noticeably quiet throughout the rest of dinner. Only chiming in to seem interested. She didn’t even finish her tray before she was dipping out.

“Wait I’ll come with you.”

“Nah, stay and eat. I’ll catch you later.”

“Uh oh. Trouble is Lezzy Paradise?”

I almost didn’t hear Cindy as I kept watching Poussey leave the cafeteria.

“Stop it.”

Taystee rolled her eyes and shook her head.

For the next few days, it was hard to get ahold of Poussey. Since we knew each other’s schedules, it was easy for her to avoid me.

Meals were no better. She made sure to get there early so by the time I was sitting down, she was done.

“Aye, you need to fix that,” Janae told me with her eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know what the problem is.”

“I know you are not that dumb,” Boo said as she sat across from me.

“She’s kicking her own ass because she broke the #1 rule of being interested in pussy...” she continued.

I looked at her as I was waiting for her to continue.

“Never fall in love with a straight girl!”

“Love? What-When did I say I was straight-”

“The other night when that one was talkin bout curved dick and you chimed in basically foamin at the mouth at the thought,” Taystee said.

“Noooo, I was joking.”

“Yeah well, apparently she don’t know that.” I looked at Janae and sighed.

I had to wait until the weekend to see her. It was pouring rain and there was a leak in the library and the cleaning warehouse had a slight flood, so neither of us had work.

I snuck my way to her bunk only to discover her to not be there.

“There’s only one place she’d go...” Janae told me.

I made my way down and opened the door.

She was right.

“...there was another before you, but she got out. There’s a time machine in the laundry room. That was their place. That’s where she goes to think.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Your bunkie.”

“What do you want?”

“What’s going on? Why are you being so weird?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said standing up.

“Are we not friends anymore?”

“Friends,” she said with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Can we please sit?” I gestured to the inside of her hiding spot. She backed up slightly to let me further in to the time machine and we both sat down. Neither of us said anything for a while until I did,

“I’m not gay...”

She nodded her head with a sad smile on her face.

“...but I’m not straight either. I’m just me. I’ve dated guys, I’ve had experiences with girls-”

“Experiences? But you’ve never dated a girl?”

“No, but for the past few weeks, I’ve really wanted to,” I said with a slight smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this. I didn’t want to say something stupid and mess this up. And because I’ve never dated a girl before, but I have dated guys, I didn’t want you to think I was using you. I thought that because I don’t identify as anything, you wouldn’t like me back.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Look, I got my heart broken not too long ago by a girl that promised me forever. She didn’t identify as anything either and she ended up falling in love with a dude when she got out. We were both in a dark place when we met and getting to know each other and eventually falling in love helped. I could’ve given up on love and fate, but I haven’t yet. Look, maybe this-..this connection that we have, challenges what you thought you were. And maybe I'm gonna get my heart broken in a thousand different pieces again. But those are maybes. You can't live your life according to maybes.”

The next few months were bliss. Poussey and I have connected on a level I didn’t know was attainable. 

Today is Valentine’s Day and right now we’re back in the time machine. We’re both laying down, holding each other and looking up at the ceiling. 

“It’s about a woman named Dannie who’s this a high-powered corporate lawyer. She’s one of those types who has everything planned out. The story has a lot of twists and turns because her five year plan goes differently than she thought.”

“So why is it your favorite if it’s so inconsistent? For a woman who knows what she wants “Dannie” sure seems okay with settling.”

“It’s my favorite because it mirrors me. It mirrors us. In five years I saw myself at some job a teenager would have with my only responsibility being my phone bill.”

“What do you see now?”

“I see me with our dog, Keith, holding signs with your dad on your release day. Then I see us heading to our apartment where you can see it for the first time in person. Then we’ll go to our jobs, pay rent, and hound our parents for travel money.”

“I’m in your future?”

“You are my future.”

She gave me a kiss when there was a bang on the cardboard door, “Hey kids! They’re doing interviews in the bunks,” Boo informed us.

When we got to her dorm, there were a few guards asking ladies questions about love.

“Does anyone else want to be asked questions?”

“Yeah, I do,” Poussey said while raising her hand.

I feel Taystee put her elbow on my shoulder, “What the hell?” The rest of the family comes around.

“Okay Washington, what is love?”

“Love. It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute,” she looked at me, “And you don’t want that.”

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[real-fanta-sea]

Still taking kiss requests? 11 trikey would be cool with an od scare

wow it’s been a month? oops... anyway! Here comes your fic!

"mmmm hello handsome!!"

Usually, when the trailer door was kicked open, and Trevor stomped in, it wasn't at 2 in the afternoon, and Michael didn't stand by the sink in an embarrassingly pink apron, washing dishes. And it also didn't involve two giant plastic bags being tossed towards the kitchen while Trevor snickered and clapped his hands.

"oh my, how did you know I love it when you dress up like a french maid Mikey?"

Michael somehow found it incredibly hard to come up with a coherent answer, because T danced trough the room to slap his ass, snake his arms around him and lay a loud kiss on his neck. Instead of words, he just stabbed him with his signature 'I'll kill you' glare and fidgeted a little to shake Trevor off. It was hot inside the trailer already, and M didn't need another guy sweating into his tank top. To his surprise, the pressure T put on his back was gone in an instant, and when he turned around to find out why, he saw Trevor sitting on the table, drinking beer and checking him out with a predatory grin.

"Trevor I told you not to do that. People might see."

"Isn't it cute how afraid you are to be seen when the whole town hears you moan at night?"

Michael frowned and turned around to fish another dirty plate from the sink and scoff in disgust. When did he sign up to be a housewife? Behind his back, Trevor let out a mighty burp and threw the empty bottle across the whole room right to the open mouth of their new trash bin. When it broke with a satisfying crunch, he cheered and whooped like a teenager with his arms flying all around. It occurred to Michael he was, in fact, the only adult in the house capable of being a caretaker.

"What are you so happy about?"

Trevor opened up another beer and snickered.

"You won't believe it, Mikey. I was on the business trip as usual,"

"Uhuh..." Michael rinsed a plate, turned around and while drying it with a cloth, tuned out the sound and just watched Trevor spill beer while flapping his arms around and overact facial expressions as if he was a kid in a drama class.

"...and when I caressed him gently with my fists a couple of times, he agreed to give me a couple of packs for free!"

Still rubbing the plate, Michael just raised one curious eyebrow "Did you kill him?"

Trevor shifted and pointed the bottle to him so fast a couple of drops splashed out "What kind of animal do you take me for? Of course, I didn't kill him, but I sure took his marshmallows!"

"Wait a second, so those... things are full of marshmallows? What the fuck are we going to do with 100 bags of that crap???"

Trevor tapped his head with his index finger to articulate how stupid Michael just sounded to him. "What else do you want to do with food than eat it, Mikey?"

Michael just shot one dead glare to him and shook his head slowly.

"But I like how you're thinking; we could masturbate with them!"

"Trevor, that's disgusting..."

"Noooo try it! They are incredibly soft!"

"Stop it."

"And so runny when you heat them up! And if you are a good boy, I'd fill them with a very special cream for you..."

"T..."

"Michael, I love you, but you are one big fucking buzzkill, you know that?" Trevor slid down the table, finished the bottle and put it back into the crate. Stretching like a cat, he crossed the space between them and casually leaned against the counter next to Michael and tugged him into a half hug, leaving hand lower on his hip than Michael would have liked. He tried his best to look mad and sulking, glaring up into Trevor's grinning face.

"Aww look at those pretty lips pouting! Why don't we put them into good use..." Trevor leaned closer, and Michael slightly shivered when he felt T's hot breath full of beer and Redwoods on his lips. "...and have a challenge!"

"What?" Michael was utterly baffled. He was so damn ready for a forbidden daytime kiss, but all he could do at the moment was blink a couple of times and see Trevor pull away and laugh.

"Challenge, cupcake! To see how many of these bad boys you can fit into that pretty cockpit of yours."

"Trevor, you know I hate it when you call any part of my body a cockpit!"

"But you are not against stuffing it with marshmallows, are you?"

Michael threw the cloth he was holding to the full sink and immediately regretted the splash because the water would get behind the counter and he simply hated fixing that shit. He turned his frowned gaze to Trevor, who watched him with raised eyebrows and waited for round two of winding him up. There was no use going against Trevor who was determined to annoy him till M would give in. He might as well get it over with sooner than later.

"You know what? Fine. Let's fucking do this." Michael pointed an accusing finger and pushed it as close to Trevor's face as he could to see him cross-eyed and grin wider. "But just because you have a killer whale mouth doesn't mean you'll win!"

Michael stomped to the couch, threw his apron over the closest armrest and continued to the bathroom at the same pace, because why not taking advantage and getting his storage empty before the game begins? Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, Trevor decided to do the same, but in the sink right next to the washed dishes. Fucking A.

A lot of rustling and swearing later, Michael decided it was safe to return from his porcelain throne and fall back on the couch, scrutinizing Trevor's grin with suspicion and still wiping water off his hands. Trevor returned his gaze with lively flames in eyes and patted the open bag sitting on his lap.

"Ok Mikey, you start."

Michael's unimpressed gaze did not affect Trevor, determined to see his cheeks stuffed. Without a word, Michael reached into the open bag, snatched one marshmallow from the top and put it in his mouth. He almost let his angry act slip when he saw pink tip of Trevor's tongue wet his lips and then lick around the white foam as it disappeared in his mouth. Alright, he can do better than his boyfriend, can't he? The second marshmallow stuck to the inside of his cheek. And then third, fourth, fifth, tenth...

"yoo cunt fat in any mour, Miki? Yoo r a pushi!"

Michael felt a few drops of sweat roll down his temple - and instinctively frowned and balled his hands in fists. He knew he must have looked ridiculous with all the white foam sticking out his mouth, but for love of God, Michael couldn't let Trevor win, not with that smug expression he sported and with the bag almost empty, which meant just a couple of candies away from victory.

"jooosh ya waat, ya kanaaanian fek"

Fuck, his jaw hurt so fucking bad from keeping it forcibly open. It was precisely that kind of pain that woke him up in the night covered in a cold sweat after his brain gave him a dream about blowing a huge cock. Unpleasant and persistent. Michael exhaled through his nose, and while keeping eye contact with grinning Trevor, he slowly craned one hand into the almost empty bag.

Oh fuck!

Nothing could prepare Michael for the feeling of the soft, hot skin under his fingers and the impossibly wide shit-eating grin Trevor put on. It wasn't like Michael wouldn't expect T to cheat, or come up with a different kind of prank. Still, this oddly familiar thing hardening under his fingers literally took his breath away - and Michael shot up from the couch, wheezing, progressively getting more and more red as he stumbled against scarce furniture.

"Bwahahahaha, you should have seen your face, Mikey - I've never seen you more wide-eyed than now! One would think you're used to the feeling of my dick in your hand by now, baby, but thank you!"

Trevor let the rest of the laugh resonate and mix with the wheezing and choking.

"Mike? You can stop, I got it, you hate it... are you ok?"

In answer, Michael's eyes bulged out, and his face tinted blue.

"That's not funny, sugar..."

Trevor's face grew the most serious Michael had ever seen it when he quickly rounded him, hugged him from behind and pushed against Michael's ribs a couple of times with force M was sure was enough to finish him. Instead of crushing into his ribcage, the last blow loosened something within, and he just watched the cursed candy fly through the thick air and roll under the couch in a ball of saliva and dirt.

For a second, Michael could barely do anything else but take deep breaths and hang onto Trevor's arms that held him steady cautiously. However, he never was a man to put rage off, and with one quick movement, he turned around and slapped Trevor across his frightened face.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK, WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!!"

"Mikey, it was just a prank, I didn't want to kill you!"

"REALLY? REALLY? YOU'VE WANTED TO KILL ME SINCE THE FIRST TIME YOU SAW ME YOU ANIMAL!"

Not even the visible hurt and a couple of tears on Trevor's face didn't stop him from going on with his rant. He paced towards the door as fast as possible and turned around to point a finger to T one more time.

"This is the last time I put up with your shenanigans, Trevor. I'm done with you; we're over, you hear me? OVER!"

"Michael! Wait!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Michael stomped out of the trailer and right into the unforgiving Sandy Shores sun, swiftly passing a bunch of half-dissolved marshmallows, and turned around in the middle of the road to gaze back at Trevor one last time.

"MIKEY!"

"TOO LATE, T! DO YOU THINK I'LL WAIT HERE FOR ANOTHER MURDER ATTEMPT? THAT I'LL KEEP SCRUBBING YOUR DIRTY DISHES AND WASHING YOUR DISGUSTING CLOTHES WHILE WAITING FOR YET ANOTHER KNIFE IN BETWEEN MY RIBS? NO! SO LONG, LOVE, AND FU..."

Whatever it was Michael wanted to say, it was completely drowned in the sound of screeching brakes and sighs of metal being deformed in an impact. Before the world switched off and he slowly slipped into comforting darkness, Michael heard a blood-chilling cry and the same voice calling his name, a voice he painfully needed to hear and hold onto like a lifeline.

*****************

Rhythmic Beeping. So loud. Droplets of fluid. Impossibly loud. And why is this light so damn white?

Michael had to blink a couple of times before his eyes decided to focus and adjust to the brightness in the room. He had no idea what the hell has happened to him, every part of his body switched on to let him know he was in a fucking lot of pain that was somehow numbed by whatever they put into the fluid dropping steadily into his IV. As a result, every muscle in his body vibrated in a very uncomfortable, subtle way, and it occurred to him it felt like that one time when they lived above a night club - a constant, low and very intruse mumble.

Moving his head around was near impossible - there was something around his neck, keeping it still. With a minor spike of anxiety, he decided to check whether his toes and fingers even respond. Good, he could feel the sheets rubbing against his moving feet, gentle creases in the bedsheet under one of his hands and... someone else's fingers under the other?

The hand twitched as if in sleep, and tightened its grip on his own. Somewhere near his bed, a familiar sleepy grunt echoed, and Michael's memory filled his vision with many pictures of lazy mornings in a small trailer bed, where the same sensation mixed with dust dancing in scarce sunrays and unexplainable peace.

"Michael..."

"T... Trevor..."

A rustle later, Michael could finally see the familiar face hover over him and block out most of the light. He looked 30 years older than he did last time Michael saw him, with his eyes red and weighted with huge dark bags. His hair was greasy again, and his stubble coloured salt and pepper from worry. Suddenly, Michael's eyes closed under the rediscovered sensation of Trevor's palm gently caressing his cheek.

"Mikey? Are you awake?"

Michael opened his eyes again to look into Trevor's, and tears he saw gathering in them were breaking his heart.

"Trevor..."

The sudden extra weight on Michael's body as Trevor jumped onto the bed and straddled him made him wince in pain.

"Oh my God, I was so afraid you'd..."

Trevor bit his lip and tried to stop the tears by taking a shaky breath. Then, as gentle as he could ever be, he leaned in and took Michael's head in both hands, and brushed his thumbs over his cheeks in tiny circles - a movement which Michael found oddly satisfying. Just as he closed his eyes and eased into the feeling again, familiar lips gently touched his forehead and stayed for longer than ever as if Trevor tried to channel everything he wasn't able to say trough the kiss.

"I almost lost you, Mikey..."

Trevor could not hold his tears in anymore, and just let them fall down onto Michael's face as he gently pressed his forehead against the very place his lips left a moment before.

"Please don't leave me, I can't... I can't live without you!"

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, love, can you forgive me?"

Michael wasn't sure Trevor heard or understood what he said - instead of answering, Trevor just collapsed sideways and squeezed him tight, sobbing into the white sheets. With all the strength left within him, Michael pulled him into a soft hug, and let his hand resting on Trevor's shoulder.

"T?"

"M?"

"Look, I... I'm sorry it had to end this way... I overreacted and got you worried sick, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

"No, I admit, it was stupid to put my dick in the bag. I apologize, Mikey... Are you still leaving me, though?"

Michael's grip on him tightened, seeking the heat and well-known frame against him.

"... No. I said stupid things in the heat of the moment, and now I regret I did. I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you coming back home with me?"

"I am, baby - as soon as I can. I love you, T, and I'm too tired to fight it..."

Trevor's head slowly rose from this shoulder, and he could see both surprise and relief on his face. He would give anything to keep that childlike expression on for longer. His own mouth curved into a slight, but warm smile.

"Let's seal the deal with the kiss, shall we?"

Trevor slowly climbed back upon him, and this time, Michael could feel a familiar kick of lust under his belly as T's ass grazed over the sensitive area. Trevor has never been this gentle with him before, and when he closed his eyes as their lips met, all he could think of was the first time he saw him standing by a lone plane and the way it felt to fall in love at first sight with him.

"Mmmm.... Mikey, careful with that, one more poke on my ass and I'll have to ride you right here."

"Shut up,"

There was no malice in Michael's voice for just a joy of having the old horny Trevor back along with the over-the-edge suggestive banter. The grin over the flushed face above him told him Trevor was more than glad he was back to his old self too.

"And put those pretty lips to work, sugar!"

T just snickered, planted the last brief kiss on his lips and disappeared under the whirlwind of sheets.

[trashyswitch]

The Adorable Slimy Stranger

The sides were having a normal Halloween afternoon. But things become very strange when a slimy substance shows up in the room and confuses everyone with their nostalgic smell, their adorable nature, and their giddy playfulness. Who knew such an adorable little slime could be this cute?!

For @kanene-yaaay 

This is it. This is really the end of Tickletober. I had lots of fun though! Went in with lots of new ideas, and came out with lots of new fics! And as much as I feel accomplished by this month...I also miss writing FNAF. So, I may switch back ot writing some FNAF for a bit! Maybe even some FNAF & Sanders Sides fics! Who knows?

This is Tickletober 31: Go Nuts

Every side was hanging out in the living room. Logan and Roman were reading while Remus, Virgil, Patton and Janus were watching a Halloween movie. They were nearing the end of the movie when Logan had finally started to close the book. “Man...I forgot just how morbid that climax is.” Logan admitted.

“What were you reading?” Patton asked.

“Coraline, by Neil Gaiman.” Logan replied.

“That’s a good book! But wanna know an even MORE morbid book?” Remus offered.

Logan placed the book onto the side table. “Enlighten me, Remus.” Logan replied.

“The Shining! Or, or Misery.” Remus told him.

Logan nodded. “I will admit, those are morbid choices. I’ve read The Shining, but I haven’t read Misery.” Logan replied.

Remus smiled and summoned a copy of the Stephen King novel. He lightly threw it, and let the soft-covered book land right into Logan’s lap. “Start it whenever you’re prepared…” Remus offered with a wink.

Logan smiled and held it up. “Thank you.” He said to him, before placing it on top of the Coraline novel.

As the credits started to roll, Patton began smelling something...familiar. “Guys, do you smell that?” Patton asked.

Logan sniffed the air and slightly smiled. “Yeah...Smells like you have freshly baked cookies cooking in the oven.” Logan told him.

“Yeah, I smell that too.” Roman told him.

“Me too.” Virgil added.

Patton shook his head. “No, it’s not cookies.” Patton admitted. “It smells like...McDonald’s fries!” Patton reacted.

Logan lifted an eyebrow. “That’s not what I smell…” Logan told him.

Remus smiled and giggled a little. “I smell play-doh.” Remus mentioned.

“Yeah...now that you mention it, I do too.” Janus added.

Logan tilted his head in confusion. “Play-doh, and cookies are opposite sides of the spectrum.” Logan told them. “How can one side be smelling something drastically different from another side?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know.” Janus replied.

“Spill.” Logan ordered.

“I’m...telling the truth. I seriously have no clue.” Janus admitted.

Suddenly, everyone froze as a gurgling sound filled the room for a few moments:

~Gurgle gurgle~

Logan looked around. “Is that the TV?” Logan asked, before pausing the movie credits. Logan listened for the sound as the TV was paused...

~Gurgle gurgle~

Logan blinked in surprise and looked at the others. Quickly, everyone hopped off their seats and began looking around the room for the mysterious gurgling sound. But besides the strokes of wet slimy stuff on the carpet, there was nothing.

“What do you think this is?” Patton asked.

Remus hummed to himself and rubbed his chin as he inspected the strokes of slimy stuff on the ground. It was a somewhat thick stroke, meaning a bit of the slime could be removed from the carpet with a finger. Remus wiped his finger across the stroke, and smelled it.

...Play-doh?

“Hey guys? Did any of you use play-doh in a DIY slime?” Remus asked.

“No. Why?” Roman asked.

“It smells like play-doh.” Remus told him, before moving his slimed finger to Roman’s nose.

Roman gave the finger a quick sniff and smiled widely. “Hey! The slime smells like cookies!” Roman reacted.

Logan turned around. “What?” he asked, walking up to Remus and smelling the slime. Amazingly, the slime DID smell like cookies! “...Huh!” Logan reacted. “Well, I guess we know what was fragrancing the room.” Logan declared.

Remus looked at the slime on his hand. He looked at Logan, and looked back at the slime. Logan immediately knew he was up to something. “Remus...Don’t EAT-”

Remus shoved the finger in his mouth and sucked on it with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“...The slime.” Logan finally finished his sentence.

Remus sucked and sucked on his finger like a pacifier, and started to widen his eyes and smile happily. Whatever was on his finger, must’ve tasted amazing! “Mmmm!” Remus hummed, impressed by the taste. “Orange-flavored jello!” Remus declared.

Logan blinked in surprise. “...Orange...jello?” Logan clarified.

“Yeah! It tasted like a slimy orange-flavored jehehello-” Remus told him, accidentally letting a bubbly giggle slip.

Roman widened his eyes. “Was...was that a giggle?” Roman asked.

Remus nodded his head. “Yeheheheah. Ihihihi cahahahan’t stohohop!” Remus reacted as he clutched his stomach and started to giggle more! “Hehehehehe! Whahahat’s tihihicklihihing mehehehe?” Remus asked.

“...I…” Logan muttered. “It couldn’t have been the slime you ate...could it?” Logan asked.

Remus couldn’t reply worth his life, and only continued to giggle and crumble to the ground.

Suddenly, Patton jumped up and pointed to the middle of the room. “LOOK!” Patton shouted.

Logan and the other sides turned around to see the thing that Patton had pointed out…

~Curious gurgle noises~

Logan’s eyes widened as he awkwardly adjusted his glasses. It was an orange slime of some sort!

Patton gasped. “It’s SO CUTE!” Patton shouted, sprinting up to it. Patton knelt down to the slime’s height and patted its orange slime head. Immediately, the slime jumped into Patton’s lap and made more gurgle noises!

~Happy gurgles!~

Patton squealed and pet the slime. “LOOK AT YOU! I’m gonna call you...Pumpkin! You are now Pumpkin.” Patton declared. The slime’s mouth opened widely to reveal a big smile, before it nuzzled into Patton’s chest. “Awwww!!” Patton reacted. He even smelled amazing! “He smells like McDonald’s fries!” Patton declared.

Logan smiled. “I guess this must be the source of the mixed up fragrances.” Logan reacted. “But where did it come from?” Logan asked. “And...Why do I feel so joyful by its arrival?” Logan asked, feeling a wave of happiness within himself.

“Cause it’s adorable! That’s why!” Patton told him. “Hi Pumpkin! I’m Patton!” Patton greeted.

“Can I see it?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded and happily let the slime slide off his lap. “Go get Virgil!” Patton encouraged.

Virgil watched as the slime grew bigger and bigger in size so it was half of Virgil’s size, instead of less than a foot long. Then, the slime summoned big noodle arms and wrapped Virgil in the arms, pulling him into the slime’s body! “oOHGOD- ...Ooookay.” Virgil muttered, not sure what to do with this.

By this time, Remus’s laughing fit seemed to calm down. Remus laid on the ground quite limp, but still slightly giggly from the weird tickling sensation. “You okay, Remus?” Janus asked.

Remus nodded. “Ihihit felt like a bouncy slime ball jumping around in my stomach and tickling me!” Remus told him.

“Really?” Janus reacted, amused by the fascinating reaction.

Meanwhile, Virgil was very confused, but super happy. The man couldn’t stop smiling for the life of him. The slime was actually making him feel unbelievably happy! But, this was more than just the usual reaction to something cute. This was STRONG! This was like adopting a toddler and wanting to coo and give them affection for a long time. Heck, Virgil could say more than THAT!

“Wow! This is awesome!” Virgil told them. To add to the intense feeling of love, the slime started wiggling its noodle arms under his sweater and started fluttering them on his belly! “What are- eeEEEK! HEhehehehey! Thahahat tihihicklehes!” Virgil giggled.

~Mischievous gurgles~

“Oooooh...Haha! That’s not good.” Patton reacted with a giggle.

“Wahahait, WAHAHAIT!” Virgil reacted before being bombarded with laughter and squeals! The slime was tickling and squishing his belly and sides, leaving no spot unsquished. The slime was gurgling while it tickled him, and sneaking more and more noodly arms under his sweater to attack other spots. There was just no end to its tickling abilities! “HEHEHEHELP MEEEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged.

“I’ll help you, Virgil!” Patton declared, jumping up to the slime to pick it up. But the slime slid right out of his grip and summoned more noodle arms to combat the light blue man as well. “...Oops…” Patton thought aloud. “Wait! STAHAHAP! NOHOHOT THE HIHIHIPS!” Patton shouted, scooting backwards and crumbling into a mess of laughter and giggles. Now 2 people were being tickled at the same time!

“Wait! I wanna join!” Remus yelled happily. Remus ran up to the slime and lifted up his shirt to reveal his belly, sides and ribs. The slime turned around, took one look at Remus and smiled super widely! The slime retreated it’s orange noodle arms and practically tackled itself into Remus! Remus opened his eyes, and looked up to see tons of slimy orange in his peripheral vision. “Hi there!” Remus greeted.

~Happy gurgles~

Remus giggled and smiled as he felt the slime nuzzle its upper head against his cheek and side of his neck. “Ahahahahawwww!” Remus reacted. “You really ARE cute!” Remus told it. The slime made excited little gurgles and started tickling Remus’s belly and belly button with its slimy body. “HehehehAHAHAAA!” Remus bursted out, bucking his waist. The slime quickly started tickling Remus’s other spots as well, and started fluttering and jiggling it’s noodly slime arms up the sides of his ribs. Remus wiggled and rocked left and right as his bubbly, and slightly manic laughter filled the room.

Logan smiled and couldn’t resist the urge to record the moment. He pulled out a video camera and willingly clicked play.

Everyone else watched and cooed at the cute scene.

“This is so cute! The slime can even make Remus all giggly!” Patton reacted.

“Gotta admit, this is a rare thing to watch.” Virgil added.

“This is not entertaining, whatsoever.” Janus added, summoning a bowl of popcorn to show his true amusement.

“Should we save him?” Roman asked.

“I’m not gonna.” Logan replied.

“Me neither. I’ve been tickled enough already.” Virgil replied.

“I really want to, but I think Remus deserves to laugh a while.” Patton mentioned.

Janus nodded in agreement as he ate his popcorn.

“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Remus’s begged.

~Happy cheerful gurgles~

Even Logan giggled a little. “I think it likes you.” Logan told him.

“Awww...I wanted it to like me…” Patton whined.

Logan fluffed his hair. “I’m sure it likes you too.” Logan told him.

Soon enough, the slime let out one last gurgle and slid off of Remus. Remus curled into a ball almost immediately and continued to giggle.

Soon, the slime looked around and ran up to Janus next! And while Janus was being inspected and cuddled by the slimy being, Logan started trying to look up what the thing might’ve been, through google.

“Well…The only thing that’s popping up, is the SCP Foundation-”

“SCP FOUNDATION?!” Remus shouted, practically tackling Logan down for his phone. “GIMME!” Remus begged.

“Remus! Get off me!” Logan ordered.

“But I want the phooooone!” Remus whined.

“Well, I’m using it!” Logan told him.

Remus stared him down for a moment before looking at the blob. “Hey tickle blob! Get Logan!” Remus encouraged.

“Wait, WHAT?!” Logan shouted, scooting back a bit. The slime got off of Janus, looked at Logan and smiled widely! “Wait! Get him! Not me!” Logan ordered, pointing to Remus.

“What?! I was already got! Get Logan! He’s veeeerrry ticklish!” Remus told the slime before tickling his ribs.

“nNOOHOHOHO!” Logan shouted, slapping his hand away with his phone. But Logan was quickly grabbed and cuddled by the big orange blob. “aaAAH! Eugh...Slihime-hehehehehe! HahahahAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHING! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan shouted, dropping his phone before immediately kicking his legs and shaking his head.

It felt like his head was filled with pure happiness, similarly to an adrenaline rush! But HOW?!

Remus took the phone and started reading the information that was on the page. “WHOA! Not only is the SCP Foundation actually real, but this IS an SCP! SCP-999! Also known as: The-” Remus paused for a moment to giggle at the nickname. “The tickle monster! I should’ve known! There’s tickling all over this blob!” Remus reacted.

“So...it’s literally a tickle monster?” Patton asked, feeling kinda excited about it.

“And...why is it out of the foundation?” Virgil asked.

Remus began reading about the blob. “SCP-999 appears to be a large, amorphous, gelatinous mass of translucent orange slime, weighing about 54 kg (120 lbs) with a consistency similar to that of peanut butter. His temperament is best described as playful and dog-like: when approached, SCP-999 will often react with overwhelming elation, slithering over to the nearest person and leaping upon them, “hugging” them with a pair of pseudopods…” Remus paused.

“Pseudopods...meaning the orange slime arms that the slime has been making?” Virgil asked.

“His name is Pumpkin!” Patton told him.

“Actually, Patton...his name is 999.” Remus told him. Patton frowned, before crossing his arms and pouting. “The surface of SCP-999 emits a pleasing odor that differs with whomever it is interacting with. Recorded scents include chocolate, fresh laundry, bacon, roses, and Play-Doh™.” Remus further read.

“Hey! I smelled play-doh!” Janus added.

“Yeah, I did too.” Remus told him. “Simply touching SCP-999’s surface causes an immediate mild euphoria, which intensifies the longer one is exposed to SCP-999, and lasts long after separation from the creature.” Remus read further.

“So...The reason we feel so happy about the slime being here...is because the slime is making us happy.” Virgil reacted. “That would explain how abnormally comfortable I felt while surrounded by the slime. My brain was overwhelmed with happy hormones for it to become even slightly nervous about such a mysterious creature.” Virgil explained.

“GUHUHUHUYS! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!” Logan shouted. But 999 immediately noticed the change of emotion, and slithered off of him.

~Worried coos~

999 started cuddling into Logan in an attempt to make him feel better after its tickle attack. Logan couldn’t help the calming feeling that filled him, and quickly forgave the creature.

“I think we should keep it!” Patton declared.

Everyone else looked amongst each other, in worry and slight guilt. “Uuuh...Patton…” Virgil started.

“If the SCP was truly roaming around and ended up in our house by mistake...then we should return the SCP to its rightful owner.” Remus told him.

Patton whimpered and looked down in hurt. Logan, knowing 999 would make him feel better, encouraged 999 to give him some love. 999 nodded its head before slithering up to Patton and giving him cuddles and hugs. Patton took the cuddles with a smile, and started to feel better despite the understanding that they couldn’t keep him.

“But...now that I look at this...There are no news reports of 999 escaping, or even a number to call if an SCP does go missing.” Remus told them.

“They wouldn’t put up information that 999 escaped, though...they would keep that secret and call government after government to locate the creature.” Virgil added.

“But...they wouldn’t even put a ‘SCP-999 is [Redacted] in the document?” Roman asked.

“I...I doubt it.” Remus replied. Suddenly, Remus put the phone down and started inspecting the SCP. He checked under the slime and on its back for any potential evidence of a collar. But...there was nothing. Well...Apart from the slight signs of red flowing through the slime.

Wait...Red?

Remus turned around to face Roman. “What were you reading before we found SCP-999?” Remus asked. Roman summoned his collection of books. “I was reading the Mr. Men books.” Roman admitted. Remus started looking through them and came across the first book ever written by Mr. Men: Mr. Tickle. Remus giggled as he looked at the book. “SCP-999 is a lot like Mr. Tickle. I will give you that.” Remus admitted.

“So...What are you saying?” Virgil asked.

“I’m saying, Roman went down SCP memory lane and accidentally created SCP-999.” Remus told him.

Roman widened his eyes and looked at the SCP. 999 looked back at him and had its orange tongue stuck out like a puppy. Roman started to smile a little bit as he scratched the back of his head. “I suppose I may have used my creative skills to unintentionally create SCP-999.” Roman admitted.

“Wait...So, 999 ISN’T missing?” Virgil asked.

“That’s right. I technically made my own SCP-999.” Roman told him.

“So we can keep him?!” Patton asked excitedly.

Roman giggled and nodded. “Yes, you can keep him.” Roman replied.

“YAAAAAYYY!” Patton cheered. SCP-999 started jumping up and down and bouncing happily along the floor, while Patton jumped around as well and clapped his hands.

While Patton and 999 were celebrating, Logan walked up to Roman. “Not bad, Roman.” Logan complimented.

“Why thank yo-...wait, what?” Roman reacted in surprise.

“You made the SCP very accurately. Good job.” Logan repeated.

“Oh...Why, thank you!” Roman replied proudly.

It didn’t take long for the SCP to become one with the family. Patton got the chance to nickname them pumpkin like he wanted, and Roman got to walk around with a cute creation living in the house! Talk about a treat-filled Halloween!

[bibislut]

Ok. Drarry prompt here ❤ so basically they're dating (maybe 8th year) and Draco tells Harry "i love you" and Harry gets all emotional because it's the first time anybody's told Harry they love him so Draco finds out about the cupboard idk do whatever you want with this go wild

Oh dear, you should not have said go wild my friend, because I definitely think I ran with this a little - oops. Get ready for some hard core fluff and feels.

Word count: 1220

Warnings; a couple of swear words, implied smut.

 REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

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“Love, come on. We’re going to be late.” Draco rolls up his shirt sleeves as he looks himself over in the mirror, humming quietly to the music on the muggle radio that Harry had bought him. Out of everything muggle that the Gryffindor had tried to get him into, this was the one thing that Draco is actually grateful for - though Merlin knows he would never admit it.

Hermione and Ron are expecting them at their apartment in just under fifteen minutes, and his boyfriend is still in the bathroom; no doubt trying to tame the mop on his head. That is another thing Draco secretly loves about him, how no one, not even the golden boy himself can tame the raw chaos that was Harry Potter.

“You know, you’ve been calling me that a lot recently.” Harry says, emerging in a cloud of steam, burgundy boxers clinging sinfully to him.

“Calling you what?” Draco asks distractedly, trying desperately not to stare as his boyfriend pulls on his jeans, all thoughts leaving his head except whether or not they have time for him to give Harry’s cock a quick worship.

“Love. It seems to be a new favourite pet name of yours.” Harry flashes him a dazzling smile, though far too care-free to be serious. 

“No, it’s not.” Draco huffs, crossing his arms in embarrassment at being called out.

“Is too.” Harry’s voice is muffled as he leant over the bed, searching for a top.

Draco pouts, opening the second drawer in the wardrobe and tossing him his favourite navy sweater. “Is not.”

Harry chuckles and pulls the sweater over his head, walking over to Draco. “What? Are you too much of a coward to admit how much you like me?”

The Slytherin smirks, hooking his finger’s into Harry’s belt loops and pulling him flush against him. “I thought it was obvious, given the amount of time I spend making you moan my name.”

Harry shivers at his words, biting his lip. Draco groans at the sight and crushes their lips together. When they finally pull apart, breathless and hazy-eyed; Harry growls and pushes Draco away.

“You’re impossible.”

“I think you mean intoxicating.” Draco chuckles and Harry narrowes his eyes. “You’re so cute when you do that.”

“I am not cute!” Harry pouts and Draco chuckles again. He walks forward, putting his hands on his boyfriend’s hips.

“Yes, you are. You’re cute, and brave, and awfully stubborn. You have a ridiculously good arse, and horrific fashion sense.” Draco doesn’t know where the words are coming from, but he can’t stop them. Not when he’s never been so happy. “You snore like you’re trying to wake up the entire street, and you have an obsession with mixing foods that shouldn’t go together. You are more than people realise, Harry James Potter, and I love you for it.”

Harry’s deep green eyes search Draco’s grey ones with earnest. “You really love me?”

“I do.”

Draco watches as Harry’s eyes fill with tears, and feeling him about to pull away, Draco beats him to it and pulls him into a crushing hug. He rubs his back, shushing him quietly. “Did I say something wrong?”

Harry’s shoulders shake silently, and Draco holds him tighter before apparating them the few feet to the bed. They land on the numerous blankets and pillows, and Draco tilts his head to let Harry cry into his neck like he knows he likes. He waits quietly as Harry cries, barely a sound to be heard in their flat. Draco has a flashback to a few months ago, as they had sat at the breakfast bar:

“You cry very quietly, you know. I would’ve expected you to be a howler.” Draco said as he poured them both tea.

The sound of buttering toast ceased, and Draco looked up to see Harry frowning at the jam. “It’s how I was brought up. If I was too loud, they’d make me skip dinner.”

“What? Your aunt and uncle?” Draco’s face had contorted in horror. He had known that they had been nasty, but hadn’t realised that they had been cruel too.

“They didn’t want any unnecessary reminders of my existence.” Harry had said with a shrug.

Now, as Draco holds the best thing in his life, his chest aches. “Baby, why are you crying?” 

Harry hiccups, wiping his nose on the back of his hand as he looks up at Draco. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up, you silly sod. You’re allowed to cry.”

“But your shirt-”

“Can be easily cleaned.” Draco finishes, pushing the curls that had stuck to Harry’s wet eyes away from his face. “Talk to me.” He whispers the words, letting his voice fill with sincerity.

“I just..I didn’t think-” The darker man’s voice cracks, and he takes a deep breath. Draco feels strangely proud as he does this; proud that Harry isn’t going to run away like he had done before when his emotions were too much. “I didn’t think anyone could love me.” The words come out small, and the Gryffindor buries his face back in Draco’s chest.

“Tell that to the legions of women across the country.” Draco jokes, using his fingers to knead at the base of Harry’s neck. “I want to call you a silly git, because of how obviously and unbelievably fantastic you are. But I know it’s not your fault.” He pauses, whispering his next words like a secret. “It really is kind of rude how fantastic you are though, you should really think about sharing some of it with the rest of us.”

Draco feels Harry give a gentle, watery laugh and his heart does somersaults. “Shut up.”

“Hey! I’m just stating the truth.”

Harry lifts his head, looking at Draco with red eyes. “People don’t believe me when I tell them you’re a sop.”

“Good. I’ve been crafting this bad boy image for years.”

Harry snorts. “More like snobby git.” 

Draco smiles broadly at Harry’s own small grin. “At least you’re smiling now.”

“Shut up.” Harry whines, hiding his face again.

“I did mean what I said a few months ago. Just give me the word and I’ll lock those bastards up in that bloody cupboard to starve to death.” Draco tries to keep his voice light and joking, but the anger flares in his stomach, images of Vernon Dursley writhing in pain flashing through his head. 

“That wouldn’t solve anything.” Harry’s voice is muffled against his chest.

Draco huffs. “Maybe not. But tell me you don’t enjoy the image of his huge arse crammed into that cupboard.”

There’s a pause, and then; “He’d crush Petunia to death.”

“Exactly! Poor woman, it’d be like their wedding night all over again.”

Harry lets out a small laugh. “You’re awful.”

“This isn’t news, love.”

“Mmmm, I like that a lot; you calling me love.”

“Well then, I’ll call you it more often. On one condition.” 

Harry looks up at Draco curiously. “What’s that?”

“That you say you love me back, you oaf.”

Harry smiles cheekily. “I love you back, you oaf.”

“Merlin. Are we really bringing out the dad jokes?” Draco whines, shaking his head in mock pain. Harry reaches up, placing a hand on his cheek, and Draco opens his eyes to the touch.

“I love you, Draco Malfoy.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Hey, I hope you enjoyed!

[avintagekiss24]

for the prompt thing [risky] for steve/okoye or t’challa/okoye 👀

I’m partial to Steve/Okoye... hope that’s okay! This is a tad bit long, so put some under the cut.

No Risk, No Reward~

PAIRING; Steve Rogers x Okoye [CapKoye]

WORD COUNT; 830

WARNINGS; hand job (male and female receiving) i’m not sure what it is with me and hands today, lol

REQUEST; [risky] to make my muse come where there’s a risk of being heard/discovered

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Steve pushes his thigh between both of Okoye’s, prying them open as his thick fingers pump in and out of her. He presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing a gentle circle as he curls his digits within her. He’s got her pushed up against the wall of the quinjet, back in the shadows as Bucky, Sam, and Nat sleep the trip back to Wakanda away. She gasps, and he throws his free hand over her mouth, muffling her, before glancing over his shoulder. No one stirs, but that doesn’t stop him from furrowing his brow and giving her a stern look. 

She smiles wickedly back at him, chuckling softly before another breathy moan escapes her. He slaps his hand over her mouth again but she shrugs it away, biting the tip of his index finger before pushing her hips into his hand.

“I’m gonna stop if you don’t quit.” He warns, his voice deep but quiet. 

“Mmhmm,” She moans, resting her head against the wall as she throws her leg over his hip, “But you feel so good, Captain.”

“That’s between me and you.” He lectures, “I’d like to keep it that way.”

She starts to pull at his belt with her thin fingers, leaning forward to bite his bottom lip before mumbling, “Yes, Captain.”

She frees him of the heavy belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud before she starts giggling again. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and plasters kisses along the side of his face as he whips his head back towards their companions, “Oops.” She shrugs.

Steve shakes his head in disapproval but hisses gently when he feels her hand curl around his dick. Okoye licks at him, dragging her wet tongue up his chin and lips and to the tip of his nose as she massages his sex slowly. Another smile spreads on her face as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes slits as she watches his eyes flutter with arousal. 

He pushes his hips into her palm as he grips the side of her neck. She pushes her chest into his as her head falls back against the wall when his fingers start to move within her tight canal again. He doesn't have the conviction he once did, her own fingers caressing him making it hard for him to concentrate. 

Small grunts scratch at the back of his throat as she hand fucks him in the back of the quinjet. She pushes her thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the small dribble of cum that’s leaked from him onto her skin. She then drags her hand back down his shaft, her grasp firm as she slides back up to his tip. His head falls forward as his hips start to push harder and faster into her hand.

He starts to pull his fingers from her, but she stops him, wanting to stay full of him as she makes him come undone. His breath gets harder, his chest tighter as he becomes desperate, biting down into his bottom lip to keep himself from waking the others. 

“Feel good, baby?” Okoye whispers into his ear, sending a shiver right down his spine.

“Fuck, you know it does.” He growls in response, his heart in his throat, “You know it feels good.”

She hums as she sends her eyes to the sleeping crew, “Mmmm, you gonna come baby? Hmm? You wanna come for me, Captain?”

Her voice is sweet and warm, husky and thick - like molasses. Her words send a shot right through him, making his balls tighten at just the sound of them. He pushes his fingers deeper into her and presses his thumb against her sticky clit again and lets the warmth of her pussy spread through him. 

She swirls her thumb over his tip again, teasing his slit before she pushes her hand back down his length. She rolls his balls in her fingers quickly before returning to his cock, wanting to make him lose his composure, even if just for a few minutes. She feels his body start to shutter - his hips jerk harder - his grip on her neck tightening more. He grows a little louder -  his breaths more audible, his grunts deeper. 

Okoye smiles hard when Steve starts to come. She puckers her lips, letting out a soft oooh as his spunk covers her hand and splashes onto her stomach. She lets him get loud, not really caring whether or not they disturb their sleeping counterparts. He deserves to be able to let go every once in a while. She keeps her grip firm, her hand moving as he melts into her, resting his weight against her body as his convulsions subside. 

Okoye jumps into his arms, pushing his warm cock through her folds until he’s pressing at her opening. She pushes down onto him, her muscles spreading as he fills her up, “Let’s see if I can keep quiet, hmm?”

[justcallmefox89]

Dishes and Dancing

It’s time for Jax’s first family dinner with all the brothers and Arianthi.  Arianthi and Mammon team up for some after dinner mischief and Jax winds up in the middle.

Written from the perspective of my non-binary OC Jax.

When I wake up my room has gone dark, I’m face down on my bed, and someone is pounding on my door..

“Coming!”  I shout, wiping drool off my face with the sleeve of my hoodie, then running my hands through my hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Hey Arianthi,” I say as I swing open the door.  “Sorry it took -”  

The words die on my tongue when I realize that it’s not Arianthi waiting for me.

“Hi Jax!”  Beel says, flashing an adorable grin. 

“H-h-hey Beel,” I stammer.  

Get it together.  You do not get flustered.  You do the flustering.  Oh god, does that even make sense?  No.  Maybe?  Possibly.  I’m a mess.

“Arianthi had to help Mammon with something so she asked me to come get you for dinner.”

I bet she did.  

“I appreciate you coming to get me.” I give him a small smile, then notice the blue haired demon standing behind him.  

Oh, he’s cute too.  

“Hey there.” I greet him with a wave.

The blue haired demon gives me a slight nod, clutching a cow print pillow to his chest.

Beel puts an arm around his shoulders, pulling him him for a quick hug.  “This is my brother Belphie.  Belphie, this is Jax.  They’re the new human exchange student this year.”

“Arianthi told me about you.”  I smile, trying to ease the awkwardness.   

“Did she tell you about the time I killed her?”  Deadpan.  

I laugh, then notice the tension in Beel’s face and immediately stop.  “I’m sorry, say that again?”

“We’re going to be later for dinner!”  Beel puts an arm around my shoulder and starts steering me towards the dining room.  

Holy biceps Batman.  And he smells like sugar cookies.  Why does he smell like sugar cookies?!  

I inhale deeply, savoring Beel’s delicious scent, and lean into his side a little.  I notice Belphie looking at me from the corner of his eye and straighten up, slipping out from under Beel’s arm.  

I make a beeline for Arianthi when we enter the dining room, sliding into the empty seat next to her.  

“You did that on purpose,” I hiss under my breath.

She gives me an innocent wide eyed stare.  “Did what on purpose?”

Oh, she’s good.  

“Asked Beel to come get me for dinner instead of getting me yourself.”

“Technically, I asked Mammon to ask him.”

“Don’t be draggin’ me into this,” Mammon mutters, sitting down on her other side. 

Arianthi grins at me.  “Did you meet Belphie?”

“Yeah, about that-”

“What did you think of him?”

“He’s cute but-”

“Attic sandwich!”  Arianthi and Mammon whisper in unison, snickering.

“Ok, you’re going to explain that to me later, but why did he say he killed you?”  I ask.

Arianthi looks over the table where Beel and Belphie sit opposite us.  “Belphie!  I told you not to lead with the murder story when you met them,” she scolds him.

He gives her a smirk and an unconcerned shrug.  “Oops.”

“Oh fuck me gently............. he was being serious.”  I put my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths.

She rubs my back in a soothing circular motion.  “To be totally fair, it was only the one time.  And Barbatos fixed it really quickly.”

“Not making me feel better Arianthi!” 

“Did you break Diavolo’s new human already?”  A new voice asks, giggling.

“They’re fine Asmo,” Arianthi answers.  “Belphie just startled them.”

“Hey Jax?”

I lift my head at the sound of Beel’s voice.  He’s smiling at me gently from across the table, violet eyes shining with kindness.

“Belphie’s not like that anymore.  I promise,” he says.

I nod, still in shock.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you while you’re in the Devildom.  Ok?”  Beel looks at me earnestly.

“O-ok Beel.  Thanks,” I reply, feeling the heat from my blush spread across my cheeks.

Arianthi and Mammon grin at me.  

“Not a goddamn word,” I mutter, keeping my eyes on the other demons entering the dining room.  

When the other four brothers are seated Arianthi begins making introductions while the food is passed around the table. 

Lucifer stares at me impassively for a moment, crimson eyes sweeping over me.  “I expect you to abide by the house rules, just like everyone else.  Do not do anything to make Lord Diavolo or the exchange program look bad.  Otherwise you will be punished.” 

He’s frightening.  

“Yes, sir.”

Levi is slightly better.  “Hey normie,” he greets me, barely looking up from his D.D.D. 

“Hi.”  When he doesn’t say anything else I busy my self putting some food on my plate.

I try again.  “So Arianthi said you’re really into anime.” 

“Yeah,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me.  “Why?  Are you?”

“Um yeah, I’m pretty into anime.  Have you ever seen Black Butler?”  I ask him.

He shakes his head.

“I brought it with me, we can watch it sometime if you want,” I offer.

“You wouldn’t mind hanging out with a gross otaku like me?”  He looks at me suspiciously.

“No?”  I answer, looking to Arianthi for guidance.

“I’ll explain it later,” she whispers.  I nod to show that I’ve heard her.

“Fine.  I’ll message you when I have free time,” Levi tells me.  “I have a lot of other anime to get through before I start a new one.”

Satan gives me a pleasant smile after we’re introduced.  “Arianthi said you’re an art student?”

Oh, he’s pretty.  

I find myself smiling back.  “Yeah.  Well, I was.  I just graduated university.  I’m spending a gap year here, then I have a job lined up when get back home.”

“Really?”  He asks, interested.  “What would you be doing?”  

“I’ll be designing character concepts for a small company that does special effects and prosthetic makeup for movies,” I answer, relaxing a little.

“I’d love to see your art sometime.  Arianthi has mentioned how talented you are.”  Satan smiles at me.

I blush a little.  “I don’t..... I mean yeah, I can show you some things sometime.”

Asmo is the final brother and he looks at me across the table, studying me carefully with citrine eyes.  

“Arianthi didn’t tell us you would be so attractive,”  he finally says, giving me a cheeky grin.

I smirk back at him.  “And she didn’t mention you would be so beautiful.”  

Why is it so easy to flirt with him, but I can’t even get a full sentence out around Beel?  I’m a fucking mess. 

“I can show you where my room is after dinner.  That way if you ever start feeling lonely you can come pay me a visit.”  Asmo bites his lower lip and gives me a playfully flirty look.

“I’ll think about it,” I say, giving him a quick wink.  

My eyes flicker over to Beel, and for just an instant he looks annoyed at my casual flirting.  He catches me looking at him and the look is quickly replaced with a small smile. 

Arianthi clears her throat loudly and I look over at her.  She widens her eyes at me and then shoots a meaningful look towards Beel.

I look back her and mouth talk later.

She gives me a stealthy thumbs up and resumes her conversation with Mammon.

Later that night Arianthi and I are in the kitchen doing the dishes.  She’s washing and I’m drying and putting them away.  Her old iPhone is on the counter and LP is playing softly while we sing along.

“So,” she says, carefully inspecting the plate she’s scrubbing.  “Flirting with Asmo huh?”

“Nooooo?”

She looks at me.

“Ok, maybe a little.”

She laughs and shakes her head.  “You were a lot smoother with Asmo than you were with Beel.”

I groan as I reach to put away some bowls in a high cabinet.  “Don’t remind me.”

Arianthi stop scrubbing and looks at me expectantly.  

“What do you want me to say?”  I sigh and lean against the counter.  “He discombobulates me.”

Arianthi laughs.  

“Really?  Laughing at my pain?”  I playfully give her a dirty look.  

“I take it discombobulation doesn’t happen to you very often?”  She plunges her hands back into the soapy water.

“Not really.  Talking to people has always been pretty easy.  Flirting with cute guys is fun, you know?”  

“Preach,” she responds, nodding her head knowingly.

I turn to put some plates away.  “Something about Beel is different.”

“Mmmm?  How so?”

“I’m not sure,” I answer, turning back around to see her furiously typing out a message on her D.D.D.  “What are you doing?”

Message sent, she sets it back down and looks at me with an innocent smile.  

“Mammon just had a question.”  She pauses.  “So Beel is different huh?”

“Smooth transition.  Real smooth,” I say.  

She just shrugs in response.

“He just seems really nice.  He’s so cute.  And he smells like - “

“Sugar cookies?”

“Right?!”

“Beel and Jax, sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-”  She says in a sing song voice.

“You are a fucking child,” I retort, trying hard not to blush.

Arianthi puts a hand to her chest and gasps in faux shock.  “Me?  A child?  Never.  If I were a child,” she grins at me mischievously, “I would do THIS!”  

She lifts something from the sink and flings a glassful of water at me, soaking my shirt.

“You jerk!”  Laughing, I lunge at her and she drops the glass back into the sink before gleefully twisting away from me.  I dip my hands into the water and splash her back, landing a direct hit to the face.

She pushes her dripping hair out of her face and starts laughing.  She runs back to the sink as I circle around the kitchen island, cupping a handful of water and trying to splash me again.  I skip out of the way and the water barely touches my jeans.

“Too slow!”   I stick my tongue out at her.

She bursts into a fit of giggles.  “Who’s the child now?”

“You started it!”  Her giggle is infectious and I’m laughing along with her.

A new song starts playing on the radio, a cover of an old Divinyls song.  

I start swaying along to the music.  “I love this song!”

Arianthi grabs a whisk, using it as a microphone, singing the opening lines.

I love myself, I want you to love me 

I start singing along, choosing a spatula as my weapon of choice.

I search myself, I want you to find me I forget myself, I want you to remind me

“Oi!  What are ya doin’?  Why are ya all wet?”  

I hear Mammon’s voice behind us and I immediately drop the spatula, blushing when I see that Beel is with him.  “H-h-hi guys.”

Arianthi moves over to Mammon, smirking.  “We’re having fun goober!  Come dance with us!”  

She grabs the tie of his R.A.D. uniform, slowly pulling him to her, and swaying her hips seductively. 

You’re the one who makes me come runnin’ You’re the sun who makes me shine

The tips of his ears turn red, but he grins at her, rolling his eyes and placing his hands on her hips.  They’re soon in their own world, laughing and dancing together. 

“Beel dance with Jax!”  Arianthi calls out as Mammon spins her, then pulls her back to his chest.

Oh god.  

I look down at the ground, mortified, sure he’s going to say no.  When I risk taking a glance at him he’s holding out his hand and smiling, eyebrows raised, waiting for my response.  

I take his hand and he pulls me in, putting his hands on my waist.  I lace my arms over his shoulders and our hips start moving in time with the beat. 

When you’re around, I’m always laughin’ I wanna make you mine

Arianthi catches sight of me and Beel dancing and waggles her eyebrows at me before turning back to Mammon.

A fool could see how much I adore you I get down on my knees, I’ll do anything for you

Beel pulls me a little closer, chuckling.  “This is fun,” he murmurs in my ear.

I shiver a little at the feel of his warm breath on my ear.  I look up, losing myself in his violet eyes.  

“Yeah, yeah it is,” I say shyly.

I want you, I don’t want anybody else And when I think about you I touch myself 

Beel blushes a little at the suggestive lyrics and I’m right there with him.  But he doesn’t let go or pull away.  

Nice.  

I start feeling slightly more confident.  Until I hear a voice come from behind us.

“What are you four doing?”  Lucifer asks, sounding exasperated.

“Busted,” Arianthi mutters.  “Prepare for the lecture.”

“Arianthi, you and Jax are supposed to be cleaning up.  Mammon and Beel, what are you even doing in here?” 

“Lucifer sucks the fun out of everything,” Arianthi whispers, making the three of us snort in amusement.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow in irritation.  “You’re supposed to be setting a good example for Jax, Arianthi.  Not encouraging them to slack off on their chores their first day here and dancing around the kitchen.  And why are you both wet?  What would Lord Diavolo think if he were here?”

From what little I saw of him today........... probably join in.  

Beel gently bumps his shoulder into mine and smiles at me as we endure the rest of Lucifer’s rant.  

Yeah, I’m definitely going to like it here.  

Song:  Lauren Ruth Ward - I Touch Myself (Divinyls cover)0

[bangtanlalaland]

getaway car | kth (m.)

synopsis ⇣ you and your boyfriend are on the run, having robbed your town’s local bank. the both of you spend what you feel may be your last moments together.

— established relationship!au

⇢pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

⇢genre: angst, fluff, pwp, smut

⇢word count: 2.9k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: sub!taehyung, dom!reader, car sex (unprotected but plz stay safe!), some swearing, some insults lolol (it’s all out of love), masturbation, squirting, voyeurism (oop), oral sex (f receiving), soft love making in this (oof), mentions of a crime (robbing a bank specifically)

a/n: somewhat inspired by the movie “queen and slim” (the sex scene was beautiful omf) also this is unedited because i’m a lazy hoe ok sorryyyy

song rec: “getaway car” by audioslave

The revving sound of the car’s engine rumbles, as you and Taehyung cruise through the California desert—having been driving for hours. The scorching sun and dry atmosphere grants a sheen of perspiration, your clothes now glued to your skin. It’s hot and so are you. You ogle at the view of Taehyung on your left, in the driver’s seat with his arm bent and leaning out the window—one hand gripping the steering wheel and his curly, blonde strands flowing through the breeze. You quickly realize how much you miss his usual dark-chocolate hair, but you know this was all part of the plan.

He borrowed his father’s old Ford Mustang from like the 70’s and unfortunately there is no air conditioner—to which you now regret the decision to go on the run with said vehicle. You deliberately fan yourself with the sundress in which you’re attired, but the act didn’t help much, just breezing more warm air onto your being.

“Fuck,” you let out with a sigh of frustration. Taehyung knows that you tend to have an attitude when you’re: 1) hungry; 2) on your period; or 3) just too damn hot.

He notes your aggravated expression. “What’s up, babe?”

You roll your eyes in reply, “It literally feels like the devil’s ass right now. Is there any place we could stop by for some air?” You quickly add, “Conditioning!”

He chuckles at your annoyed figure, and you hate when he teases you. You instantly scoff, “It’s not funny, okay! You know how I get when I’m too hot.”

With a coy smirk, he adds, “But, you already are.” He peers at you for a quick moment to wiggle his eyebrows before glaring back to the road ahead.

“Seriously, Taehyung. Fuck you!”

He shakes his head, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he attempts to bite back that boxy grin of his. “I really wouldn’t mind.”

You roll your eyes so hard that you’re surprised you don’t have a headache by now.

“Relax, babe. Besides, we have another 40 miles out until the nearest anything.” Your jaw drops at his comment, and you let out a choked laugh. You feel like screaming.

“You’ve got to be kidding, right?” You probe, twisting your body to face him directly. He shrugs, “Clearly, you don’t know how to read.”

Your eyes naturally narrow in on the asshole, and you playfully jab his arm.

“But seriously, we’ll stop soon,” is all he says. You give a pout towards his comment—your lips poking out in a childish way, followed by crossing your arms.

“No fair,” You whine. “We are going to have to stop anyway a lot sooner than you think. Look at the damn gas!”

Taehyung notes the gas marker sits just above “E.” He verbally swears, “Ah, fuck!”

You shake your head at his silly self, “And you say I can’t read,” you add with a devious smirk and a quirked brow. He seethes, squinting his eyes at you and sucking his teeth.

“Suck my dick.”

You burst out in a laughter that has his insides fluttering. You can’t help how hilarious it is whenever you catch Taehyung slipping. You gasp for air, still laughing your heart out, and he couldn’t help himself from shining that familiar boxy grin you grew to love.

“Ah! It’s not even that funny.” He spills, every so often glancing at your heaving figure in the passenger seat. You slap your thigh and cover your face, attempting to shake away the giggles—your cheeks now hurting from laughing dramatically.

You retort, “You should have seen your face!” Taehyung snarks at you, his hair blowing through the breeze and golden skin glowing gorgeously; and you honestly have never seen anything more breathtaking. He notes your expression and lands his eyes back on the road.

“What are you lookin’ at?” A small smile paints across your face whilst you slip, “The hottest man on the planet.” His gaze snaps toward you in a quick fashion, and he doesn’t miss the way you examine him as if he’s a species you’d just discovered. With the added heat, your hormones are on overdrive; you shamelessly trail your hand onto his thigh, inching toward his groin area.

“W-whoa, baby what are you-” He’s cut off by your palm resting on top of his soft cock, gently grazing against the material—adding a soft amount of pressure. He grips the steering wheel tighter, just in case. You watch his facial expressions tentatively, pressing your hand down just a tad more; you love how the hiss spills from between his teeth, a soft groan shortly follows after.

“Mmm, do you like that? Like when I touch you here?” You coo, rubbing your fingers in a circular motion; your pussy throbs at the way his cock suddenly twitches from behind his slacks. He whines, wanting so desperately to rut against your hand, but he can’t. His foot remains on the gas pedal, and he doesn’t want to swerve off the road and/or risk getting into an accident. He sits there, taking whatever you give him. His eyes are glued to the steaming asphalt ahead, not breaking his stare; which slightly irritates you, granting a harsh squeeze within your grip.

Taehyung’s foot presses down on the pedal too harshly, by accident, and he instantly chokes out, “Yes, b-baby! I love it- When you touch me, Mmmm.” Your lips quirk up and you immediately snatch your hand away—gaining a small whine paired with a pout. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow as he looks to you for a brief second, and he almost runs off the road.

“____,” he warns with that deep voice of his. You have your hands groping your breasts, as wanton moans spill from you. You close your eyes and throw your head back, in hopes that he’d watch you some more; maybe doing so would convince him to pull over already. And he does, continuing to catch glances of you while struggling to drive, yet each time he steals a gaze, you progress more and more. With your legs now spread out and lace panties on display, you rub your fingers across your clothed core, the soft material soaking itself in your wet.

“Want you to touch me, Tae Tae.” You whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear. He swallows a thick gulp while peering at your hidden goods for a split second. You moan just a little too loud, wanting his attention on you again. He curses under his breath, his forehead glistens with sweat.

“Want to bury my pussy in your face,” You pull the thin material to the side, showcasing your lady lips. Taehyung witnesses the action and his cock jumps, an aching boner gradually approaching; you hear a growl escape from his lips—which prompts you to egg him on even more.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Touch me, Tae. Touch me now,” you demand, using a finger to glide along your folds, spreading your wetness. He takes another glance at you and back to the road, letting his right hand free to make its path toward you. His lengthy fingers reach out a little further, and graze upon your core—causing a low gasp from you.

You moan, “More.”

His left hand remains on the steering wheel, while his right continues to coat his fingers in your arousal—the slick, wet feeling causes his cock to harden to its full potential. You naturally buck your hips to follow his motions, and you gain another moan from him. He unintentionally grazes upon your clit, and your thighs jerk in response. He pulls his fingers from you and pops them in his mouth, tasting your essence.

He hums in reply and blurts out, “Fuck! That’s it. I’m pulling over.”

The sudden jolt of the car causes you to slide across the seat, bumping into Taehyung slightly. He abruptly parks the car on the side of the road, right onto the dry land of the desert. The door on the driver’s side shuts rigidly; Taehyung marches around the car and flings your door wide open.

“On your knees.” You command; and being the gentleman he is, he kneels down. You lift your bottom from the seat to remove your panties, throwing them somewhere out of reach; your legs spread open on their own accord, and Taehyung forcefully drags you closer to the edge of the seat—his arms wrapped under your knees. His intriguing, hooded lids fixed on your heat, his knees slightly burn from the scorching plains of the desert.

Your fingers run through his strands, lightly caressing his scalp. “Such a good boy. Now eat me.”

You push his head further down and the tip of his nose nuzzles your clit, his lips covering themselves in your wet—his tongue graces itself upon your inner lips, gliding along the juicy flesh. Your head falls back, while your grip on his hair tightens, forcing him to devour you whole whilst your hips grind against his face. Low hums and groans spill from your man, as he takes all of you into his steamy mouth.

“S-so fucking good,” You moan, Taehyung’s finger nails dig into your thighs, his tongue lays itself flat—the wet muscle skids up and down your labia, smothering you in his saliva. He purposely stops right before reaching your clit, repeating the action over and over again. A drawn out moan falls from you, and you tug his strands a tad too much, causing him to whimper under your hold.

You rut yourself against his tongue and state, “Bad boy! No teasing.” He pulls away and takes a quick look at your pussy that shimmers with his spit, then he peers up at you—staring straight into your eyes and watching as your chest rises and falls with each labored breath. He opens his mouth just enough to cover your clit, teasing you yet again and you grow impatient—needing to feel his lips on your throbbing clitoris. He inches closer and closer; you desperately push his head further and finally his soft, pink, plush lips encase around your needy nub. Lewd sucking noises follows soon after, and you treasure the view of Taehyung devouring your clit, vigorously jostling his head back and forth. Your grip on his curls falters, and you find yourself falling flat on your back, finding purchase on top of your thighs, nails grazing across the skin.

“Oh, ungh! T-tae” You lose your breath for a moment, keening in on the noises he makes with his juicy tongue and soaked lips, that you nearly miss the sound of a car passing by. Your moans now turned into cries, your kitty clenches and just as you thought this was enough, you feel Tae’s fingers rubbing along your folds, smothering them in your wetness. He inserts one of those long fingers and buries himself to the knuckle, whilst lapping at your clit. He pumps vigorously, and you find yourself squirming underneath him.

“Mmmm,” is all you hear him say as he doesn’t let up on eating you out.

“Fuck yes, just like that.” You add, swaying your hips to meet his finger thrusts. He sneaks in a second finger, and your walls welcome them in completely. You grip the leather seat of the car, and wriggle within his hold. He brushes up against that spot deep within you, fucking you with his fingers. Taehyung’s member knocks against his slacks, as if calling out to your kitty. You’re so wet that you coat his fingers nicely—like a lubricant.

“Yes, yes you’re going- t-to make me cum!” You cry out, he jabs into you at a quicker pace, creating squelches that’s like music to his hears. He lodges a wad of spit onto your cunt, then flits his tongue out to prescisely stimualte your clit yet again. He creates a “come here” motion with his fingers, ramming into that same sweet spot repeatedly. A strained cry escapes from you, and everything is blazing.

“Mmm, fuck!” Your legs quiver out of control, and you feel something build up only to be bought down as your pussy shivers, spurts of liquid project onto the car seat and Taehyung’s fingers, some reaching his blouse and his chin. Your body grows limp—having been drowned out by your orgasm, but he doesn’t let his tongue up. He pulls and tugs your lips, licking along your entire mound—touching your now sensitive clit in the process.

You lie there watching him and push his head away to keep him from touching you anymore, “Drink up, baby boy.”

“Yes ma’am.” You love how he complies, slurping the juices that stream down the seat. You beam at his obedience, and there’s this fluttering-like feeling within you that approaches—something like butterflies in your stomach. Taehyung watches you with those big, asymmetrical eyes. You scoot back to let him in on the passenger’s seat, and he seats himself, slightly soaking his slacks from your juices. But he doesn’t break his stare from you, and you feel scorching under his gaze. You pull the hem of your sundress and over your head, dropping the material somewhere behind you. Taehyung unbuttons his silky blouse just a few buttons, putting those sexy collarbones on display. His lips part at the sight of your black, lace bra.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He reassures, rubbing your thigh and easing his grip onto your waist, pulling you on top of him. You straddle him in the cramped space, grinding your pussy along his clothed cock, a tender yet odd sensation of the fabric of his slacks as it grazing amongst your core. Taehyung catches your lips in a heated kiss, small moans muffled and whimpers caught in between breaths. A soft cry spills from you, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He notes how you’ve shut your mouth closed, and a frown graces upon your expression.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, brushing his fingers across your cheeks to caress them softly.

You can’t ignore the anxiety that fills you from the thought of being caught. What will happen to the both of you? Surely you’ll pay for your time, but then that would mean you and Taehyung would be separated, and who knows for how long?

You shake your head at the thought of it all, “I-I’m so scared. What if we-” You can’t finish your sentence, cut off by your sobs.

There’s a pang in Taehyung’s chest at your words, and he cups your cheeks to fix your gaze onto him.

“Look at me,” He says with a hint of certainty laced in his sentence. Your eyes pry open, soaked with tears.

“Look, I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. Okay?” He expresses, pressing soft pecks to your lips. Your fingers lace within his hair while you continue where you left off before, grinding yourself against him. The warmth of his body consumes you, that the summers heat is long forgotten.

You moan in between kisses, “Please, Tae.” You pull away and stare into his eyes for a moment, finding placement on the button of his pants, unzipping the zipper. He lifts himself up to tug his slacks and briefs down to his ankles in one go.

His hard cock bolts upwards, the rosy-tinted tip shimmers with precum—that oozes from the slit.

“Need you,” you whine, wrapping your fingers around him—eager to pump his shaft. Taehyung grips your waist, his Adam’s apple bobs in the moment of his moaning—as the tip of his cock brushes against your pussy lips. He bucks his hip upwards, pushing himself past your entrance, and you engulf his thick length inside of you that stretches you out like no other.

Broken moans fill up the atmosphere.

“Fuck,” he slips. You gush at the melody of his moans filling up your ears; his large hands press against your back, as he darts his tongue out to lap at your breast, sucking your nipple and caressing the other. He starts with a sluggish pace, jamming up into you, but you want more—crave more.

“Harder.” You order, slamming back down to meet his thrusts. He rams up into you, making you jolt upwards, almost hitting the roof of the car. You note another car that passes by. He places kisses along your jawline, leaving a trail down to your neck and collarbone.

Your fingers pull on his strands a little harder, both of your bodies drenched in sweat. Taehyung forces himself to hit your spot repeatedly.

“I love you,” He lets out followed by another moan, “Love you so much, you know that?” You both pant for air, too lost in the feel of each other and too caught up in the moment; you ease your fingers down to find your clit and rub furiously.

Taehyung grazes his nails along your ass cheeks, while still fucking up into you. He lands a harsh smack, gaining a yelp from you.

He takes a break to let you gain control, and you deliberately ride his cock, the sounds of your thighs smacking against his makes him shudder underneath you.

“I-I’m going to cum, babe. Fuck!” You clench around him intentionally, wanting to make him cum inside of you. Just as he spilled those words, you fall like apart on top of him. He gives a few last harsh strokes, to help ride out your orgasm, whilst also gaining one of his own.

“Oh, Taehyung!” Your fingernails graze along his scalp, with trembling thighs and a pulsing cunt, you gasp for air—immersed in your orgasm. Taehyung slips a drawn-out moan, as spurts of warm cum project deep inside of you. Your grasp from his hair loosens up, and you pull away to lost yourself in those hooded lids that made you fall in love.

“I love you, too. So much.” You say passion, wrapping your arms around his neck—never wanting to let go, feeling protected in his embrace.

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Tennis Wear | Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Hobi finds it hard to control himself when you show up to a tennis game in a mini skirt.

Inspired by anon.

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Hoseok had been trying hard to focus on the game. Really he had. However he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, gazing up and down your semi nude figure.

Your legs were glistening in the sunshine, your breasts bouncing as you ran and jumped. He could have sworn you were doing this on purpose, the way you laughed and flicked your hair, beating him at almost every game due to his lack of concentration.

Then there was the skirt. This was a step too far for his body to handle. He couldn’t control the way his mouth fell and his dick rose in his shorts when he saw you bend over to collect the ball, your skirt rising up, your barely there panties on full display. If he wasn’t already hooked on you, he certainly was now.

Hoseok tried to focus on the rest of the game, reminding himself that you were his friend. He didn’t want to ruin that by fucking you senseless. But that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

....

An hour later, Hobi stepped out of the shower in the male changing rooms, more frustrated than he had been before, thoughts of you running through his mind. How dare you walk around flaunting your ass for anyone to see? It’s like you wanted to rile him up, the way you had bent over with your back to him. Fuck, he wanted to throw you over his lap and punish you for wearing such a silly little outfit for a simple game of tennis.

Not being able to get you out of his mind, he stormed over the the female changing rooms, barging in without warning.

Luckily for him he found you alone and still in your tennis outfit. Having stayed on the pitch a little longer than him, you had just come in to shower.

“Hobi? You’re not supposed to be in here... are you okay?” you noticed he had a more serious face on than usual, something you were not used to seeing on him.

���Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me y/n?” He said lowly, sighing and running his hand though his hair. He walked over, eventually standing in front of you and caging you to the lockers with his arms on each side of your head.

You bit your lip while looking up at him. Yes you knew...you knew exactly what you had been doing. And now you were finally so close to getting what you wanted.

“No... what am I doing to you?” You blinked, feigning ignorance.

Hoseok traced his finger down the side of your face, along your jaw, down your neck and onto one of your breasts. “Not wearing a bra, did you know I could see your nipples?” He pinched a nipple, making you gasp.

His fingers continued their journey south, landing on your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. “And this skirt, what made you think you could wear this with such tiny panties huh?” He didn’t wait for an answer as his fingers trailed to your ass. “I’ve been wanting to squeeze this sexy little ass all afternoon”. He squeezed one cheek, then smacked it, making you gasp again.

“Hmm, will you make such pretty sounds if I do this... ?”. Hobi slid his fingers between your legs to find your soaking wet panties sticking to you, a mixture of sweat and arousal pooled in them. He smirked, glad you were just as turned on as he was, and pulled at the material, letting them drop to your ankles. With one arm around your waist, he proceeded to spread the wetness around your folds with his other hand, rubbing on your clit a few times before dipping a finger into your already dripping hole. You whined, leaning your head back as his fingers worked you up.

“Fuck, how are you so wet? Did you want me that much? You should have said earlier, save me the trouble of having to watch you run around half naked on the pitch...” he said, a wicked tone to his voice.

His fingers showed you no mercy as he viciously attacked your cunt, the speed of them making you arch your back in pleasure. It was in that moment that you were thankful for his skills in tennis, the flick of his wrist so powerful due to the sport. You put your arms around his shoulders, trying to keep your legs strong enough to stay up. Hobi was watching your every expression, treasuring every sound that escaped your lips. He attached his mouth to your neck, biting and sucking harshly. He then did the same to your breasts, lifting your top up and leaving his mark on them, leaning back to admire his work.

“Hobi, I’m gonna...” you let out a moan, grabbing onto his hair.

“Go ahead, cum baby” he smirked, his fingers continuing to defile your cunt.

You trembled as you came all over his hand, feeling it sliding down your thighs, making you feel even dirtier than before.

“That’s it... cum on my fingers, damn” Hobi looked at his cum covered fingers and stuck them in front of your mouth “suck”.

He bit his lip. Watching you suck his fingers clean so obediently was the hottest thing he had seen a girl do. He released his fingers and attached his mouth to yours instead, tasting your sweet juices on your tongue, god you could become addictive. He grabbed your ass, squeezing hard as you whined into his mouth.

Suddenly you were being spun around and bent over, hands on the lockers and ass in the air, your pussy still dripping with cum. Hobi swore under his breath as he admired your state, wanting to keep this image in his mind forever. He pulled out his hard cock, dripping with precum and aching with the need to be inside you. He smacked your ass, the sound of your whines like music to his ears.

“Hold tight baby, I’m not gonna take it easy on you. You don’t deserve easy after what you’ve done to me today” he warned. You steadied yourself, believing fully that he wouldn’t go gentle after the way he had just fingered you.

Hobi slid his shaft along your folds, gathering up the remnants of your cum before he pushed himself into you. He slid in all the way without stopping, then pulled out slowly. After that first thrust, he showed no hints of slowness as the room was filled with the sounds of the shaking lockers, the slaps of skin, your moans, and his grunts (not unlike his tennis ones) as he pounded into you with a brutal force that had you screaming his name.

Your breath heavy, you pushed your hands onto the lockers as hard as you could, willing yourself not to slip as the stimulation from his balls slapping on your clit made your legs shake. With your skirt hitched up, Hobi couldn’t stop himself from giving your ass a few more smacks (loving your cries) while pumping in and out of you. He watched as your pussy seemed to suck him in desperately each time, your satisfied moans spurring him to go harder. He couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you in public, but then again you were the one who had openly flaunted what you had in public too.

“Maybe this will teach you not to play tennis with such a tiny skirt on” he delivered a particularly hard smack to your ass, making you cry out again. “Tell me you won’t do it again” he growled.

“I- won’t do - mmmm- it again” you breathed out between moans “I’m gonna - oohhh- cum”.

“Good girl” he patted your sore ass cheeks gently, “Me too- where should I...”

“Cum in me... please” you breathed out.

“Oh shit” as if Hobi couldn’t be more turned on right now, you had to go and say that. He came with you, the clenching of your walls leading him to his high. After covering your insides with thick spurts of his cum, he tucked himself away and pulled your panties up, patting them in place to make sure you didn’t leak your mixed liquids all over the floor.

“Oops sorry about that” he guiltily looked at the many marks he had left on your neck.

“It’s okay” you shrugged. “Nothing a bit of make up can’t hide”

“That means I can make more!” He pretended to bite your neck.

“Stop! I need to shower, I’m disgusting right now” you looked down with disgust at your sweaty chest and cum covered thighs.

“I need another shower too, maybe I’ll join you...”

....

Tennis sessions never ended innocently again...much to both your pleasure.