#my teeth are in really fucking bad shape and I am going to feel Shame

[wuggen]

My teeth hurt...

[toushindai]

totk spoilers but are we ACTUALLY meant to think it’s poetic or flattering or triumphant that Rauru was like “oh YEAH? Well in thousands of years this guy called Link is gonna kick your ass”

How much has he even heard about Link? He must have had at least one more conversation about him with Zelda because the Master Sword doesn’t come up in the Zelda and Sonia tear, and by the King’s Duty tear Rauru’s just like oh don’t worry, if we don’t finish Ganondorf off I’m sure your bf can handle him. As I’ve said before, his “We rely on your knight” line rubbed me the wrong way starting with its appearance in the trailer, and it really does not feel less entitled after watching said knight (and that legendary sword he carries) very very VERY nearly get one-shotted by Ganondorf at the beginning of the game. And Zelda knows this! What does she feel watching her Better Dad Substitute sacrifice himself and simultaneously sic the evil bad guy on Link—a siccing which explicitly shapes Ganondorf’s attitude towards Link at the beginning of the game? At what point did she have the emotion of “welp. I know why Ganondorf knew Link’s name now.” The musical blending of the LOZ theme/hero’s theme with Rauru’s theme seems to suggest that it’s not an emotion meant to be had at exactly that moment, but I cannot watch Rauru sneer “remember that name” without yelling HE DOESN’T NEED THAT INFORMATION at the screen.

I played through the GSI in Japanese recently and Rauru did seem a touch less entitled to Link than I’ve been reading him—mostly because of the formal, polite, outgroup-equal language he used with him—but I still can’t get over the extent to which Rauru heard about Link a few times and decided, sight unseen, that he was going to clean up Rauru’s mess. My man what made you think that. What gave you the right to decide that. And how frightening to be Zelda and watch Rauru pin all the world’s hope on her beloved knight who Ganondorf absolutely fucking wiped the floor with. We see this worry in her in the Master Sword in Time cutscene! To what extent can Zelda’s transformation and before that her petition to the other tribes of Hyrule for Link’s sake be understood as a forced action due to Rauru’s conviction that Link could do this no sweat? Almost entirely, I feel—but does the game know that?

I just. Isn't it intentional? Doesn't it have to be? The fact that Rauru already needs the correction, once, that he cannot and should not face the Demon King alone. Then his melodramatic claim that Link has got this on lock. Then Zelda being like 😬 not sure about this actually and going through the whole process of talking to the ancient sages + draconifying for the sake of the Master Sword. Because Rauru absolutely set Link up to fail and Zelda is the one making sure Link has the resources, including the support of others, he needs to succeed. And the game is so much about community, about not doing things on your own.

And yet the way the scene is scored and animated and the way all the other characters talk about Rauru's sacrifice seems to treat this as a a moment of culmination, of triumph. I am getting such mixed messages here.

Understand, I’m saying all of this with an aching fondness for this poor self-deluded hypocrite. And also teeth-grinding frustration. I think he deserves to feel suffocatingly humiliated when Link almost didn’t survive Ganondorf’s attack and I also have tremendous sympathy for the shame and terror that it might be far too late to correct his mistake that he must have felt as he waited for Link to wake up. Both of those things. Hopelessly lonely man who found people to love him and built himself into a role he was never adequate for. I wish the game looked at this a little more. I wish I could tell if the game intended this at all.

(This is not the most intelligently written post but I assure you I mean every word of it.)

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

Got this idea from @caloak888

My fav boygenius lyrics (solo careers- also some phoebe covers included) in no particular order:

"I'm 27 and I don't know who I am but I know what I want"

"I can't love you how you want me to"

"Here's the best part distilled for you"

"I'll bite the hand that feeds/ needs me"

"Know it's for the better" (obviously)

"and when broken bodies are washed to shore, who am I to ask for more?"

"If I breathe you will it kill me? Will you have me or watch me fall? If I fix you will you hate me? Would you fuck this and let us fall? "

"anyway, don't be a stranger"

"yes you're evil but you're not that bad,/ you put out your palm more than the back of your hand"

I know claw machine is a sloppy jane song and phoebe is featured in it but that song made me question my existence for a month so it's too good not to put on here :

"I paint my ceiling black so I don't notice when my eyes are open"

"I think I was born bored/ I think I was born blue/ I think I was born wanting more/ I think I was born already missing you"

"But my heart is like a claw machine/ Its only function is to reach/ It can't hold on to anything/ No I can't hold on to anything"

"You know it's a mistake when it's me who was making it/ It's always the wrong thing when it's me who's saying it"

"Watch the world from the sidelines/ Had nothing to prove/ Till you came into my life/ Gave me something to lose/ Now I know what it feels like to wanna go outside/ Like the shape of my outline"

"And I used to think you could hear the ocean in a seashell, what a childish thing"

"and it feels good to be known so well/ I can't hide from you like I hide from myself/ I remember who I am when I'm with you/ your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue"

"the harder I swim the faster I sink" (classic I know)

"But I shouldn't have built a house in the middle of your chest/ plywood boards joined at your breast/ splinter in my arm where you rest your head"

"I don't wanna be that man on the train/ On a grey commute, imagining fame/ Sweet relief, I will never be complete/ I will never be complete, I'll never know everything"

"Everybody else, everybody else looks like they've figured it out"

"I'm just as good as anybody, I'm just as bad as anybody"

the entirety of stay down that song is just too good

"you thought I'd never leave and I let you believe you were right"

"I don't wanna die, that's a lie"

"I wanna be emaciated/ I wanna hear one song without thinking of you"

"I wanna be happy/ I'm ready/ To walk into my room without looking for you/ I'll go up to the top of our building/ And remember my dog when I see the full moon/I can't feel it yet/ But I am waiting all morning..."

See how it comes back full circle

" If nothing can be known then stupidity is holy / if the void becomes a bore, we'll treat ourselves to some self belief"

"I wish that I drank because of you and not only because of me/ Then I could blame something painful enough not to make me look any more weak"

"I'd say "Give me no sympathy" it's the mercy I can't take"

"Tell me what snuffed out the wick in your eye"

The outro of I know the end you know what im talking about

"I want to believe/ instead I look at the sky and I feel nothing/ you know I hate to be alone/ I want to belong"

"You pulled a moth out from the grill of your truck saying "It's a shame"/ How come it's so much easier with anything less than human?/ Letting yourself be tender/ Well, you couldn't make me do it"

"Cause if I didn't have a mean bone in my body/ I'd find some other way to cause you pain/ I won't bother telling you I'm sorry/ For something that I'm gonna do again"

"Do I get callous or do I stay tender?"

"you want love/ This is as close as you're gonna get/ Not enough/ Just as much as you think you can live with/ Hurt 'til it's all gone, baby/ It's all gone, baby"

The gold- I know it's technically not phoebe but can't really exclude that

"I'm gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain/ If this is a prison, I'm willing to buy my own chain"

"I feel crazy in ways I never say/ Will you still love me if it turns out I'm insane?/ I know what you'll say/ But it helps to hear you say it, anyway"

"If you rewrite your life, may I still play a part/ In the next one, will you find me?/ I'll be the boy with the pink carnation pinned to my lapel who looks like hell and asks for help/ And if you do, I'll know it's you"

"If you cut a whole into my skull,do you hate what you see? Like I do"

Like there are so many more but if this didn't convince you to listen to my babies then I don't know what will

[dissociation-station123]

Amongst Friends: Chapter Four

Smut ⚠️

Smut warning!!! ⚠️

You should stop. You need to come to your senses. But then his teeth dug harshly into the side of your neck and he made a deep guttural sound. As his hands ran over your nipples, you were helpless. Lust is dominating all other emotions. Your head falls back and eyes roll. "Suguru..." your usually abrasive tone was now a whimper.

"Say it again..." he snarled madly as he sucked on the delicate skin of your collarbone. "Call out my name." The gently coaxing before has dissipated, it was a demand.

You tried to but all you could do was moan when his face lowered and tongue swirled around your areola. He lets out a frustrated groan. Again you were picked up as if you didn't weigh anything and tossed on your back, bouncing lightly.

You were in a state of shock. No other man had handled you this way. The rough way he pinned your wrist back with one hand, hovering above you. The tender touch of his fingers from the other as he trailed up your stomach, between your chest, and taking hold of your chin.

Since you had met Suguru and Satoru you had taken back control. Which mirrored your actions when you were intimate with someone. You weren't used to being the one on your back. The one pleading for more.

Suguru kisses you,  it was all consuming. Tongue and teeth. Biting and sucking. It was like he was taking ownership of your very being. "Hah..." You gasp for air when he pulls back. Leaning away just enough to tug his shirt above his head.

You admire his physique. You knew he was in shape, he boxed as a form of exercise. Seeing him above you like this was something else, sinful. Your hand reaches up on its own to caress his abs. "Ah ah..." Suguru says as if getting onto a bad pet. "I didn't give you permission to touch."

You feel yourself actually pout. "Don't look at me like that..." He warns and you feel a bit of shame. You wanted him. No, you craved to feel him. "What? What do you want pretty?"

You reach up again but he takes hold of your hands. "Use your damn words." You are going crazy. Being denied like that was twisting your mind.

"I want to touch you. Please you..." You manage to whine. A dark expression clouds his features, hearing you sound so pathetic. Suguru clicks his tongue at you condescendingly.

"I thought we taught you to get rid of your people pleasing ways. But here you are wanting to pleasure me. To appease me." Suguru continues to scold you. Some strange part of you enjoyed it. "Have you really lost yourself to me that much?"

Your lower lip quivers and you see him tense at your reaction. You shake your head yes. Again he joins his lips against yours. "You're too sweet." He mutters against the kiss. He nibbles your ear and whispers, "But I'm not done yet. So bear with me."

Gripping your hips he forces you to arch as he removes the last layer of clothes. "Look at me..." He demands again and you refuse. He pinches your inner thigh and you yelp. "Stop being stubborn."

You look up at him and he grins. He grips your thighs. "Fuck... I love them so much..." taking his time he runs his fingers along your knee taking his time moving up. You open your legs wider to guide him where you want to be touched most. But he only slows his pace. Meticulously teasing your inner thigh. While leaving marks on your neck and deep kisses on your lips.

"Suguru please...." You cry out then cover your mouth embarrassed by your outburst. Suguru chuckles, reminding you of your friend. Your mind starts to awaken. What am I doing? "This is fucking insane..." You mumble but before you could fully come back to your senses his long fingers are shoved inside of you. "Hah..."

"You're so wet..." Suguru moans as his thumb rubs your clit. You barely comprehend what he was saying. Your nails dig into the sheets and toes curl. "You are so sensitive.... God it's so adorable..." His fingers pull out slowly and you miss the feeling of being filled.

"Please!" You beg him to keep going. You moan loudly when he  pushes back in and curls his fingers, running them along your spongy walls. "Fuck yes like that..."

"Tell me I'm making you feel good..." Suguru growls his forehead pressed against your, his pupils dilated and cheeks flush.

"So good..." you say and he finds your sweet spot. Your whole body convulses under him. "You... o my god..." Tears begin to cloud your vision as he relentlessly strokes the same area. Your legs tremble. "Going to cum..."

"Already... so easy... Being such a whore for me..." Suguru degrades you just as you feel yourself crash over the edge. You cling onto his body, the sounds escaping you were unrecognizable. Your pussy clenches and unclenches as he removes his fingers.

You can't think as he brings them to his lips licking your cum. "You taste amazing." He compliments you then shoves those same fingers into your mouth. You suck them and he moans. "Filthy slut..."

He takes your hand and places it on his lap. "Look what you have done." He says as he forces you to touch his erect dick.

"Want me to take care of it for you?" You ask with a sultry pout. He bites his lip and it's the sexist thing you have ever seen. You squeeze his cock and he lets out a deep groan. The sound turns you on even more.

"Can you?" He asks as if doubting your ability. Something burns in you, the need to prove yourself. You nod confidently. "Alright then..."

You smirk almost manically. You push him back and force him down to sit against your headboard. Poor Suguru... you have made a grave mistake... This was not about simply providing you pleasure, this was about gaining back control.

It was your turn to explore him. Your mouth and tongue quickly go to work. Small bites along his neck. The soft groans he produces only motivate you more. Your tongue circling his nipples following the curve of his abs. You easily pull down his sweatpants.

Your eyes widened as his erect cock was freed, he was large. "You were so confident. Are you still sure you can handle it?" Suguru asks smugly.

You glare at him defiantly, as you run your tongue along the tip teasingly. The way he sucked in a breath made you grin. "Shut up..." you mutter and suddenly his cock was down your throat. His hand gripping your hair. You make a startled gag as he pulls you back up for air. Your eyes were watering.

"What was that pretty?" Suguru asked maliciously and you shook your head. "I could have sworn you told me to shut up..."

"Nope me? Suguru..." you backpedal suddenly realizing you may have mistaken his compliance for submission. He smiles tugging you in for another kiss leaving you breathless.

"My fault then." He whispers biting and tugging on your lower lip. Frustrated with losing control you pull his head back by his long hair. "Getting feisty again..." Suguru chuckles but then moans when you bite down on his shoulder.

"Sit up." You order him as you grip his chin and you get a smirk in return. He obliges with amusement present on his face. You take hold of him again with your hands, slowly caressing the veiny shaft. You spit and take your time rubbing the tip, you could feel him throbbing at every touch, his breathing becoming more uneven.

The moment you lower your lips to suck gently his head falls back, you see his clenched fist and arms flexing beside him. "You said I am the sensitive one Suguru. If only you could see yourself..." You whisper your breath ghosting against him.

"Watch yourself..." Suguru growls and you smile. Before he could get the chance to force his cock down your throat again, you swallow him whole. "Ahh fuck... You're too good at this..." He whines a bit as you move vigorously, choking yourself with his dick. "Hell I thought you were such a good girl.." His voice was now raspy and you can't help but rub your thighs together. "Who knew you could suck dick like this..."

Drool pools around your chin and your jaw aches. The fact you had this massive man under you losing all his ability to think made you mad with lust. "Y/N... O my god..." He cried out as you swallowed around him. "Gonna cum down that tight little throat..."

You feel his cock twitching but suddenly you wanted to toy with him. You pull up and feel him shake, as you grab the top and squeeze to stop his release. "Ahh fuck... you are cruel!!" He shouts his eyes rolling back as he bucked up into your hand desperately.

"And your adorable Suguru..." you mock him. You suck in a breath when those dark eyes open and glare down at you. A chill travels up your spine at the intensity. "Wait... Suguru..." You begin to sit back but it was to late.

He was quick and his large hand easily wrapped around your throat. His eyes never leave you as you gasp.  "You love teasing and torturing men don't you my sweet little Y/N?" His voice is menacingly low as you nod. He squeezes and you tense up as the oxygen slowly stops. Your nails dig into his forearm as your vision begins dotting with black specks.

"Sug..." you try to call his name but it's useless. Just as you felt you were about to pass out he lets go. Your head rushes and you arch forward clinging onto him as your body trembles. You moan at the sensation.

"Are you going to be good for me now?" He whispers and then sucks on your earlobe. All of your senses were heightened. His breath on your neck gave you goosebumps. You had lost all control of your body. 

"Yes I'll be good..." you groan and his hands circle around your neck once again with another tight grip, your body crumbles and you cry out from the pleasure of it all. Not able to think. "Lay on your back like a good little slut then." His lips are on yours as he devours you with a kiss. It is overwhelming.

Your body was still shaking as he lets you go and you lay down. Suguru climbs on top of you staring down with animalistic passion. "Open your mouth..." You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, still a moaning mess. You watch as he grins then strokes himself.

Without warning he guides his cock into your mouth and then grips the headboard. "You are so tough..." He thrust roughly down your throat and your arch up. You grab at his hips to try and get him to move and he laughs. "Awww you want me to fuck your throat?" Tears fall down your cheeks as you nodded. "Fuck your so cute..." He whines and as if he had lost all patients he began to slam in and out of your mouth.

"You look so hot like this..." He growls, increasing his pace. "Can't last... holy shit..." He shoves his dick down as far as possible and you feel his cum slide down as you swallow around him. "Mmm fuck!!" Suguru shouts out curses and shakily leans away. You take in breaths. Your mind is blank. You felt intoxicated. You didn't know if you could move.

Suguru recovers faster than you. You feel his tongue trace your body. All you could do was make pathetic noises. He scrapes his teeth along your lower stomach and your finger entangles into his long black locks.

"I'm going to enjoy devouring this gorgeous cunt..." You hear him but what he says does not register as you watch him remove a ponytail holder from his wrist with his teeth. He looked unexplainably sexy as he pulled up his hair into a bun.  Hypnotized by this visage you are too slow to react as he yanks your legs apart and you feel his tongue slide across your folds.

Your body is possessed as it arches up at an awkward angle. You cry out for him and he groans. He greedily sucks up your wetness and it's pure bliss. Shoving his tongue inside you already feel yourself about to climax. "Go ahead and cum. I'm not a fucking sadist like you." He says harshly then continues eating you out like he is dying of thirst. You crash over the edge and he moans into your pussy, lapping up your juices.

He doesn't stop after your walls stop tensing. "Suguru... too much!!" You whimper, now overstimulated as his tongue continues to plunge deep inside you.

"It's only fair Y/N..." he says as he now circles your clit with his tongue. "You tortured me by edging me. Now I'm going to make you cum over..." He sounded completely drunk from the taste of you, "and over and over again..." He viciously sucks on your clit and again his long fingers find the perfect spot inside of you. You were truly going insane.

You felt wet tears on your face after the third orgasm. You were pleading to him as he messily and hungrily licked and stroked you. Suguru no longer spoke just low groans and his eyes went wild and primal.

Just as your body surcame to yet another pulse of pleasure causing your head to roll back. You see your bedroom door swing open. A tall figure stands in the doorway. Your foggy mind travels to find piercing blue eyes wide in shock and a grocery bag crashes to the ground. "Satoru?" You barely recognize your horse voice as you stare at your other best friend.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Feeding The Flames: Breakfast of Champions

Summary- 1.9k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny opts to sleep in this morning instead of getting up early. You snooze, you lose Storm. But he knows how to compensate for the missed meal. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

Masterlist 

“Where's Flame Boy?” Ben questioned while entering the kitchen, his heavier footsteps giving him away before hand, so you were expecting him to come up behind you. Flipping the pancake, you shook your head with a roll of your eyes. 

“In bed still… can you believe that he said he would rather sleep in then help me this morning?” You chuckled while plating food before starting another. Susan wasn't far behind, with Richard trailing her with a newspaper tucked under his arm. 

“Johnny was never an early riser.” She shrugged as she started gathering dishes to set the table, Richard unfolding the paper with a sigh. 

“The best time to get anything done is in the morning, but I never could drill that into him.” The man shook his head and Susan passed him while giving him a kiss on top of his head. 

You hid a smile while fussing with the bacon sizzling on the back of the stove. They were terribly wrong about Johnny being an early riser. Why he had risen at like four am just that morning and was a man set on a goal. Kisses to your neck and traveling till he was pressing his face heatedly between your breasts, pressing a knee between your thighs to spread them, his cock heavy between the two of you. 

“Johnny, it's too early.” You had whined but he persisted, warm fingers stroking between your folds while sucking on a nipple. 

“I will be quick.” 

“Liar” you threw your hand down to brush over his buzz cut, grasping the back of his head even though you were protesting.

You got lost in your thoughts, biting your lip as you felt an excited tingle spiral in your lower belly.

Ben though was quick to cut the memories short. “Anything I can do to help Y/N?” he asked while you drifted back to the here and now, scooping out the bacon before it got to crispy. Clicking off the burner, you wink at Ben. 

“Sure do.” You pull open the fridge door and pull out a bag of oranges. “Would you juice the oranges? You are a hell of a lot faster than I am.”

He grabbed a bowl from above your head and took the oranges. “Have it done lickity split Y/N.” 

You gave him an affectionate hug. “And that's why I can always count on your Ben.” 

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Johnny gave a groan as he stirred alone in bed, lifting his head to grab for his phone and check the time. A reasonable hour, ten am, blinked back at him. Johnny reached his hand over to your side of the bed, but already knew it would be cold and empty. You weren't one to just stay in bed often and that was a shame, because he would have made it worth your while. Instead he heard you talking in the adjacent room from the bedroom, sounded like his sister, and Johnny gave in that he probably wasn't going to be able to distract you into coming back to bed now. With a groan, he pushed up to wander into the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

Once he showered and dressed, Johnny followed his nose to the delectable scent of fried bacon and eggs. His hand settled on his stomach which was growling while he went into the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, your college textbooks spread around and wagging a pen in the air while you concentrated on the chapter you were reading, once in a while pausing to write a note down on your pad of paper. 

“Breakfast smells good Y/N.” Johnny started searching the counters and stove top. 

You chuckled while turning a page, nodding. “Mmmhh it was, too bad you missed it.” 

Johnny peeked in the microwave in the last ditch attempt to find himself some of your cooking, which he snapped it shut. “All of it? All gone? Every last bit of it?” He groaned and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. Johnny couldn't help but admire the way your sleep tank stretched over your chest, making him smirk to himself. 

“Every last bit of it. You got some cornflakes up in the cupboard.” 

Johnny snorted at that idea. He was hungry and cereal wasn't going to curb that craving. No, he had something better in mind. Even better then what you had cooked up earlier while he was sleeping. “Fuck cereal.” 

You half ignored Johnny as you started packing some of your books up considering you had to get to class in another hour. “Make some toast then Johnny, I don't know what to tell you. You snooze, you lose Mister.” 

Johnny smirked as he rounded the counter, tilting his head to look at your heart shaped ass as you leaned down to zip up your bag, and his hands clasped against your cheeks, making you squeak while he dug his fingers in a bit. “I can think of something a lot better to have then cereal, toast or anything else in this kitchen today.” He spun you around, hands falling to your hips to perch you on the table, some of your books falling off the edge of the table. Your legs circled around Johnny's hip while your hands rubbed up his tee and you shook your head at him. 

“You sure know how to compliment a girl. Best thing in the kitchen huh?” You wiggled your brows and bit your lip while running a foot up the back of his thigh. 

“Nothing but facts Baby.” he tilted in to claim your lips, starting with a peck of a kiss. “Where is everyone?” 

“Mmhh, Richard and Susan had a lecture at the university and I'm assuming Ben is in his room?” You shrugged and Johnny seemed to calculate the chances of getting caught. 

“Fuck it” He sputtered and surged forward to now place a messy kiss on your lips, forcing you to lay back against the table, clutching at his shoulders. Some of your books were digging into your back, and when he pulled away to drag fingers through the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down, you kicked your feet. To deny that the idea of being caught was a bit exciting. A hell of a lot exciting. 

“Johnny what if we get caught?” You raised yourself to your elbow to look down your body to where Johnny was kissing the top of your thighs and pulling up a chair underneath him. Palms dragged the back of your thighs to grasp the back of your knees, his mouth hot against the top of your mound. 

“Keep quiet and we won't.” His hands tightened and dragged one leg over his shoulder, running his nose through the tight curls and down to the slit where you could already feel your core tighten just seeing your boyfriend looking up at you like he was ready to feast. “You can do that, right Minx?” A pink tongue escaped from between his lips to tease your outer folds, making your toes curl at the sensation. 

You give a nod, and tilt your head back towards the doorway to make sure no one was coming this way when Johnny flicked his tongue harder to slick between your tempting folds to really taste your juicy cunt. A gasp escaped at the sensation and you could feel Johnny giving a smirk against your thigh where he bit lightly, lifting that one to go over his other shoulder. “Mmh, delicious.” He said teasing as his hands folded around the plump globes of your cheeks and arched you up, your elbows bracing you and the books you had been laid over digging into your back. 

His tongue took sharp laps to collect your juices with a hum of satisfaction, every glance he took up your body showed your tensing at each taste he took, every time his tongue circled around your weeping entrance, giving teasing pokes before sliding up to suck your clit between his lips. The bud swelled, each twirl of the tip of his tongue circled patterns that made your hips rotate to follow, your little mewls just rewarding above him. 

“Fuck, oh fuck Johnny.” You wriggled your hips and he clutched them harder to keep you still. Your feet braced against the back of the chair to arch up higher, which he allowed. Burying his face into your cunt, he kept teasing back and forth, till you felt him spit against your rim, his finger circling your tight entrance. 

“Shit Johnny-” 

His teeth sunk into your ass cheek a moment, making you bite on your bottom lip to quiet yourself. “Gotta keep quiet, remember.” His thumb pushed past the tight rim to the first knuckle as his tongue lapped your entrance, fast hard licks making you clench till he started to fuck you with his tongue, easily stroking your fluttering walls. 

You leaned onto an elbow to loosen your other arm, muffling the cry that was falling from your lips as your hips bucked, Johnny harshly digging his fingers into your globes in an attempt to keep you still. 

Between him teasing your ass, tongue fucking you so efficiently you wanted to cum right then, it was all overwhelming when he sucked on your clit again, this time pulling the swollen bud to lift his head up to look down at you while you were digging your fingers into your cheeks with one hand and trying to clutch at the wooden table underneath you. 

“Flood my face Baby…” He encouraged, his tongue swiping along his shiny pink bottom lip as if he was collecting some decadent cream. His chin, jawline, all glistened from your arousal and you could feel your thighs drenched. His hands arched you just a bit more while you gave him a pleading gaze, high pitched whine confirming that you were ready to cum. 

He dove back in, now a man on a mission, and you resisted the build up for just a few moments, sounds escaping between clenched fingers over your lips, your hand slapping against the table when you finally snapped. 

Much to Johnny's delight, you drenched him just as he wanted. His tongue worked faster as you rocked into his face through your orgasm. Groaning satisfied at how well you coated his tongue, swallowing what he could until you sank back down, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.  

Behind you were heavy echoing footsteps, which made you push up to a sit suddenly. “Oh shit-” Johnny pushed up to a stand, lifting you off the table to grasp your lowered sleep shorts and quickly pulled them up and gave a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling brightly in excitement. 

“Oh look whose ass is finally up.” Ben grunted and Johnny was quick to lift his shirt up to wipe at his lips and chin to hide the evidence of earlier, you turned to finish picking up the books on the table. 

“Ahh, well I woke up to smelling breakfast and guess what, I heard it's all gone.” Johnny leaned down to pick up the books that fell down. “Lucky me though I got a girl that gave me a Special Breakfast, since I missed out earlier.” Johnny grinned widely as Ben rolled his eyes, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge. 

You squeaked a bit, trying to hide your face as you cleared your throat. “I gotta go get dressed for class.” You excused while making your escape, hearing the parting words shared between the two. 

“She spoils you Johnny, I hope you know that.” 

“Fuck Ben, feel free to pulverize me if I ever disagree with that statement.” 

[tetralea]

omg please do smut prompt 13 “i really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now” with tom x reader (maybe exes to lovers but what do i know)

Uuugh, it took me so long! Sorry! I hope you are going to enjoy!

Finally you decided, finally you are getting the tattoo you wanted for so long. Not that it is your first time, but it is a special piece. Having to go to a new place instead of your regular one was difficult, but you never imagined it to be this hard.

Even tho you did choose a place your ex-boyfriend told you a million times he would never work at, here you were, laying on your side unable to speak as Tom’s gloved hands moved on your skin.

You didn’t say a word, it was only the buzzing of the pen and your occasional sighs when he moved to a more sensitive point. You missed the times when he would have praised you for being so good and staying still and occasionally shooting you a huge grin.

No, not this time. You weren’t even facing him so he could reach you better, and now you deeply regretted your decision to wear only some plasters on your nipples to avoid any stains of ink.

‘I guess the fairytale life you were promised didn’t really work after all.’ Tom spoke slowly, his hands still moving steady, his voice stern. You wished you could have moved and saw his face but this was impossible.

‘Your guess is right.’ You had to gain some strength to be able to press the words past your teeth without sounding extremely rude or hurt. You had no right to be mean to him right now.

‘Perfect prince charming wasn’t, so dreamy and perfect as your parents wanted him to be?’ He pushed further, his hand coming up to your arm to position it a bit differently, turning you even more away from himself. It hurt.

‘He was.’ You admitted with a sigh you had to stop mid-motion to prevent your ribs from moving too much. ‘Too perfect.’ It was there the rambling, the rant, it was at the tip of your tongue and you were with the only person who you knew understood you more than anyone else, but how could you say all this to him. It’s been one and a half years now and you hurt him enough already.

Tom didn’t comment on that, just kept on working, occasionally shifting a little, his hand only a breath away from your breast now as he moved forward as the tattoo progressed. For a few minutes it was deafening silence again, now the little buzz didn’t help either. You felt the words forming on your lips and tried to prevent them from falling, but oh, well.

‘He was horrible.’ It was a start. ‘Childish, dumb, unable to take care of himself, stadoffish, mama’s fucking little perfect son.’ The words come easy and you felt your soul being lighter with every letter you pronounce. ‘He was awful, I don’t even know how that stupid engagement happened. It was so surreal and I couldn’t say anything, I didn’t say yes, I was just standing there, then he started to speak and then everyone assumed I agreed and I hated it. Every second of it.’

While you were speaking Tom read through the words he was marking your body with and smiled. It was obvious, of course he read the press release of the scandal. The guy was the son of a politician, so when you broke off your engagement it made into the papers easily. Tom didn’t want to lie that he felt relief mixing with satisfaction and almost happiness when he saw the news. He barely could see your face and he was sure you couldn’t see him smiling just a bit smugly right now.

‘He was insufferable, all he talked about was the greater good, and saving the poor and how great his father was and how great our kids would have been,’ you voice break just in time to hear the sound Tom made, half gagging half disgusted, ‘ well, too bad, he never fucked me.’

Oh, shit.

This was the tiny detail you never planned to disclose to your ex-boyfriend, but it was out and your body froze, cursing your luck that you couldn’t face him.

‘What?’ His voice was just as shocked yet a bit amused.

After a deep breath, which now you could take as the sharp pain was gone just as the pen and the hands, you could speak. ‘You heard it.’ Pressing your lips together, waiting for his answer you slightly turned, finally, being able to look at him. Those brown eyes were just as confused, he was caught off guard, his brows slightly furrowed, thin lips almost disappearing as he pressed them together.

The tension peaked as he opened his mouth. ‘Um,-’ he looked to the side, searching for his words, ‘we are ready, please go to the mirror to look at how your new tattoo looks.’

It was not the sentence you were waiting for, but you understood. You weren’t together anymore and didn’t even talk ever since. His tone was smooth, too smooth, like he was forcing himself to change the subject, but you didn’t object.

As you got up and walked to the mirror, taking in the new black, slightly red and swollen lines on your ribs, you were speechless.

‘I love it.’ You said it finally with a huge grin, your eyes moving up to find Tom’s reflection in the mirror.

‘I’m glad.’ He laughed, reaching up to touch the back of his head nervously. ‘I changed it a little, the curve, I thought it fits your shape better. I hope it’s ok.’ His words were quiet but confident as he reached out to point at that part being careful not to touch your skin.

‘Not much I can do about it now, ‘ you giggled ‘but I love it, it does look better. Thank you.’

His sigh didn’t escape your ears, neither as his expression instantly relaxed.

Neither of you said a thing, you just quietly admired his work with a huge smile on your lips, not even noticing the way he was looking at you. He knew he still had to wrapp it and all that but didn’t want to break the silence which now felt comfortable, neither wanted to take his eyes off you, admiring all the other tattoos on your skin which was all from him. His tattoos. His.

He marked you up too many times, all the evidence on beautiful display on your body. there was an all too familiar feeling in this thought, you being his.

He inhaled sharply before risking it all.

‘So, never fucked you, huh?’ He asked with husky voice, stepping closer, his chest only from and inch to your back.

‘No.’ The answer was honest and immediate. Your gaze finding his in the mirror, not letting it go, not even when he touched you hesitantly. ‘He said I was living in sin for long enough, but he will fix that.’ You quoted him, pouting clinically.

‘Guess, that worked out well. You never was the insatiable type. Never once begged me to take you again and again, never woke me up at 4 am because you were too horny or making me take an unusually long lunch break because we hit it off in the car.’ Tom’s voice was unwavering, neutral, like he was just small talking, but his body told you differently. Those long fingers were gripping your hips, his eyes darkening, his body now pressed to yours, him leaning close almost whispering into your ear.

‘Exactly,- ‘ you nodded, ‘never ever touched myself while he was sleeping next to me. Never fucked myself with my fingers thinking about you, imagining it being you, wishing you to be there and taking care of me.’ Your tone was the same, like you weren’t talking about the most intimate moments of your life, but there were no taboos between the two of you.

‘Hm.’ Tom nodded thoughtfully, his hands now moving up, his tumbs swiping the underside of your breasts. ‘Good. That would have been a shame.’ Now his hands gently cupped your tits, slowly fondling them, taking in the way they moved under his movements from the mirror. ‘But also, ‘he purred, and looked up to look at you for real as he turned you in his arms, ‘it means I was the last person who got to have you, and that just makes me feel in a certain kind of way.’ He was close, but not enough. You couldn’t answer, not in this situation, not after what he just said, not when he was looking at you like this. It was all too familiar, the longing, the desire, the admiration, the promise.

‘Tom,- ‘you started something what sounded like an excuse to break your small bubble, and he couldn’t have that.’

‘I really, don’t care.’ One of his hands let go of you just to move up and press his fingers to your lips. ‘You look so hot and I’m trying not to kiss or fuck you senseless now.’ He pressed that small word harder making you forget every objection you had, letting him lean impossibly close, feeling his hot breath on your mouth.

‘Just do it then.’ You whimpered onto his lips, capturing them in an intoxicating kiss. It was everything you longed for, it was so familiar again, and you couldn’t get enough this time either. His kisses made you light headed, moaning into his mouth, pulling on his soft curls pressing your bare chest to his black shirt. His hands were squeezing your hips urgingly, as his lips were caressing yours, his tongue tasting you again, finally. It eventually slowed down, reducing to small kisses, small pecks before starting all over again, with an impatient whimper. He wanted to press you to something, to feel you under his body, to fuck you silly then and there but he didn’t dare to. He had to cover up the tattoo, and he was practically still working.

He slowed down the kiss to be able to speak. ‘We need to finish this beauty on your ribs, then I am free. If you are serious, we can go to mine, and I promise you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, darling.’

Tagging: @we--are---not--afraid, @tomsrebeleyebrow, @tomhollandsmut, @tomhollandd, @tommysparker, @duskholland, @greenorangevioletgrass, @tomhollandspideys, @thurstyforholland, @hollanddolanfluff, @z-ukos

[retrogalwrites]

Touya Todoroki x Natsuo’s bride! Reader

Title: “Just say I do” / view on ao3

Summary: Yours and Natsuo's wedding day finally arrives, and Touya wants to see the bride in private.

Sequel to my previous fic "Fool me once, then again and again." I recommend reading that fic first but this can be read as an stand alone

Warnings & Contents: Dubcon, cheating, cuckolding, spanking, masochism, blackmail, breeding, impregnation fetish, creampie, bastard touya

Words:1857

The Todoroki household hadn't seen such a frantic day in a long time, but it was to be expected that yours and Natsuo's wedding day was going to be a rather elaborate event. As soon as the sun was out, everyone was up and about with the wedding preparations, fuzzing over the venue, the cake, the banquet, the dress, every minuscule detail mattered to a family of prestige.

You weren't allowed to see Natsuo until the time of ceremony came, all for tradition's sake of course. Keeping you away of your groom, his mother and sister insisted on staying by your side to get you all ready and perfect for such an important moment of your life, it made you happy to feel like part of their family already. Rei did your makeup while Fuyumi dressed you up, and the sight you made in your wedding dress was one to behold.

Everything was perfect, more than you could've asked for. It was not the privilege and opulence of a wedding planned by the Todoroki family that mattered at all, it was marrying the man of your dreams.

Your heart only longed to see the face of your beloved Natsuo as soon as possible.

But there was someone else who also couldn't wait to see you either.

It only took the moment Rei and Fuyumi had left the room for Touya to weasel his way in without being noticed. Locking the door behind himself, you already knew what he wanted, what he always wanted.

"Are you kidding me? Touya, you can't do this today..."

Your voice was soft, pleading, yet you knew better than to really put up a fight against him.

"Aww, c'mon sugartits, don't be like that."

He was all dressed up too, a black dress shirt with a grey vest that made him look absolutely stunning, and you deeply hated yourself for thinking that. He grinned at you, rolling back the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows.

"You're going to be off to who knows where by tomorrow, I just want to say goodbye." He was talking about your honeymoon, of course, because you and Natsuo would be taking a week long trip to Hokkaido, which meant that you were not going to be accesible to Touya until then. "You look like a fluffy cupcake, sugartits. All pretty, and dolled up for me."

"This is not for you. God, get over yourself." You snapped at him, but like always Touya was simply amused by your most angry reactions.

"Hey, calm down. You should learn to take a compliment, if I like it then your cute baby groom will love it as well." It was the cheapest way to get you to submit, using Natsuo against you to remind you that Touya had the power to destroy everything the two of you had built.

"Touya, please..."

As an attempt it was useless perhaps, but not trying at least that much would only make you feel guilty for what you knew was coming. He made his way to you, the outline of his already hard cock straining the front of his pants was clearly visible. You hated how your body always reacted to the sight of his cock, knees trembling and crumbling in weakness.

"I mean it, you look so fucking hot right now." Soon enough his arms were around you, he held you in his arms in a tight grip that crushed you against his larger frame. Touya leaned down to kiss you hard, there never was a warning for those things when I came to him. Lips crashing against yours with his pierced tongue already forcing itself between your teeth and into the heat of your mouth.

The lithe muscle eagerly fucked your mouth hole, sloppily mixing your spit with his, almost passing it back and forth, while one of his hands had hastily pulled down the top of your dress, spilling your tits bare for him. Touya was quick to grope one of your supple breasts, roughly kneading the soft mound and digging his fingers into the skin, hard enough to make you squirm and cry softly at the pain. A sound he devoured straight from your mouth as he kept on sloppily kissing you.

You banged your palms against his chest to demand he give you a chance to breathe.

Pulling back, the lipstick that had been so carefully applied on you was smeared all over Touya's lips, which stretched into a wicked grin as he amusedly looked down at your pouting expression.

"You're ruining my makeup, asshole. "

"Right, right, my bad." He was not sorry at all.

Even through the frills and lace of your dress, you could feel his erection poking at your crotch with needy anticipation, and you found yourself quickly pushed towards the opulent vanity where Rei had done your makeup earlier.

Your upper body was pushed down on the furniture's flat surface, eyes facing the mirror on it, while Touya seized your hips with his large hands and forced your perky ass to stay up, pushing back all the layers of the dress to finally bare your backside to his hungry gaze. Touya greedily palmed the supple roundness of your ass cheeks. It was pathetic, how you were hopelessly trying to gather some of your broken pride to talk back, when the only thing in your mind was the feeling of Touya's still clothed cock rutting against your pussy, it was driving you crazy.

"Shit, what kinda whorish bride wears stuff like this, huh? You're such a slut." He hissed, fingers hooked to the elastic around the waist, quickly pulling your panties down to your thighs. Touya whistled, pleased with the sight of your wet, puffy folds. "Natsuo is a lucky man."

"Shut up."

"Hey, if we hadn't broke up, do you think you'd be my bride instead right now?" He sighed, something earnest about the longing in his words made you sick. "Would you've liked that? If I had proposed back then?"

"Touya, that's enou—"

 SMACK

The sound of his hand spanking your ass was loud, horribly loud.

 SMACK

The stinging pain shooting through your whole body had your back arching beautifully, toes curling inside your expensive high heels.

 SMACK

The skin of your ass had already become red and raw, it hurt so much, it hurt so good. You muffled your cry by bitting down your lower lip, but only barely, your quivering voice called his name like a cursed word.

But instead of a response, the only thing you heard was Touya unbuckling his belt, and you braced yourself for what was coming. Without any sort of warning, he angled the supple head of his throbbing, erect cock into your hole, before burying himself deep into the snug fit of your tight pussy. The intrusion was sudden, violent, with him balls deep inside you there was no way you could keep yourself from moaning out loud.

"Ahhh...!"

"Shiiiit...baby..." Touya groaned, mouth open and eyes shut in a blissful expression. Your pussy was just so perfectly shaped for his cock, your slipper walls tight around him like a form fitting fleshligth. He couldn't wait to start moving his hips, fingers gripping your ass as he drilled himself into your welcoming hole. He groaned low and almost feral when he pounded you from behind.

The soft smack of his balls against your bare cunt and the strained moans coming from your trembling lips were almost deafening in your ears. With every thrust, you could feel him hit that spot so deep inside you, that spot he knew better than anyone else, even better than your beloved Natsuo, and you hated him for it, hated yourself for it.

"Heh...you're making such a lewd face right now, you fucking whore." His voice was low and shaky, breath steaming agains your exposed neck as he leaned over to press his chest against your back. "That's right, even now you're nothing but my little whore." A dark chuckle just as his arms wrapped around your frame, hips still thrusting relentlessly into your cunt.

"Shit, you're squeezing my cock so hard..." Touya planted an open kiss on your shoulder. "You like being fucked by another man while your groom is out there, don't ya?"

"S-Shut up!! Please...stop talking...ahhh...and f--ah!!"

It was like begging to be pitied, to ask for respect while moaning every time his cock scrapped your insides into his shape. You covered your face with your hands, the soft fabric of your satin gloves pressed against your eyes desperately trying to block your sight of the mirror, did not want to see the reflection of Touya fucking you raw while you were supposed to be getting ready for your own damn wedding.

Salty tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and it took all of your will power to keep yourself from crying.

"If you get pregnant, who do you think will be the father?"

Your body was burning with pleasure, so close to your orgasm.  

"Stop it...please stop it..."

"Is it bad that I hope it'll be me?"

As he said that, or perhaps because he said it, your walls clamped around his cock as you came, your body trembling and shaking against Touya's. He hissed against your ear, and you felt the scorching warmth of his cum shooting straight into the entrance of womb, coating your walls in sticky white.

Touya kept trusting himself into you as he came, as if to push his cum as deep as he could inside you. His words on wanting you to get pregnant by him still ringing in your ears, filling you with am indescribable despair, as well as shameful thrill.

"Let's get you cleaned, before my dad comes looking for me."

Looking at yourself in the mirror then, turned into a mess in your wedding dress, tears finally started streaming down your face.

You heard the shutter of a camera going off, looking over your shoulder you saw Touya holding his phone, as he took pictures of your abused hole stuffed with cum.

"I'll need something to remember you by while you're on that honeymoon."

"Go fuck yourself, Touya."

He chuckled, careless as ever, unbothered by your rage and pain, as ever. After a pause, while he tucked himself back into his pants and you fixed your dress, he asked almost absent minded.

"So, do you think you'll get pregnant from this?"

"Shut up."

"Do you think it'll be mine?"

You didn't reply.

————

Watching you and Natsuo standing by the altar while exchanging vows was terribly dull, more that words could express. And Touya couldn't help himself from drifting to his phone, disregarding the angry glare his father sent his way from his seat a few rows ahead.

Opening his image gallery, he displayed on the screen the picture of your abused sex with his cum, eyes fixated on it, he could feel himself getting hard again.

A satisfied smile on his face, crooked and sadistic, as he heard your voice saying.

 "I do."

[knifewieldingenby]

love bites

@kueble this is like, three months late and I am so sorry about that! I hope you like it nonetheless :D

cw: vampire!Jaskier, cockwarming, biting/blood, fun with vampire anatomy, rimming

Jaskier sighed softly as he felt his shirt pulled from his body, hands skirting across bare skin. The room was warm, far too warm for the green and gold doublet that clung pleasantly to his form. Candles littered the room and Geralt had given them a nice, steady fire that wasn’t going out anytime soon. Jaskier let the temperature settle into his bones as his pants were pulled down next, leaving him in nothing but soft lavender lace. 

“Beautiful.” Geralt looked him over before he took Jaskier’s face gently in hand and pulled him into a tender kiss. Their lips moved softly, a stark contrast to what they both wanted for the night. Okay, maybe for what Jaskier wanted for the night. Geralt seemed perfectly content going slow, regardless of how bad Jaskier wanted to ravish him. Geralt smiled against his lips as Jaskier tried to pull his body closer. He pulled away with an amused ‘tut’ and pinned Jaskier’s hands to his side. 

“Be good.”

“‘Good’ is not in my vocabulary, dear heart,” the vampire said.

“Shame,” Geralt said as he trailed his lips down Jaskier’s throat. “You would’ve made an excellent poet otherwise.”

He ignored the indignant squawk that had barely left Jaskier’s mouth before he was cut off by a sigh, head lolling to the side to allow Geralt’s lips to explore his neck and collar bones. Geralt took his time sucking dark marks into Jaskier’s skin, harder than any human could withstand. Jaskier’s body didn’t bruise easily, especially when he hadn’t fed for a while. His mind was currently divided by hunger, equally craving Geralt’s body and his blood. 

Geralt moved down further, lips caressing every inch of firm muscle coated with a thick layer of hair that he lovingly rubbed his nose through until he got to Jaskier’s chest. His chest was adorned by fine strings of lace that encased each nipple in a triangular fashion. Geralt bit at the fabric, tugging it away before releasing. It smacked his skin with a snap that would have been quiet to anyone else’s ears but sounded loud to nonhuman ears. It was a sound that would normally have Jaskier on edge, but he just couldn’t get there. And Geralt, the bastard, knew it.

“Geralt, you fucking- ahh…” Jaskier trailed off as Geralt sucked his nipple between his lips, kneading and pulling slowly. The tingling sensation that arose was beyond weird; it sparked through his body and settled in his gut, higher than he was used to, not quite making it to his dick like he had hoped. Another pitfall of being a vampire; he couldn’t get hard unless he’d recently fed. 

“What about me?” Geralt whispered against his skin, hands stroking his ribs.

“You’re a fucking tease.”

“Hmm,” Geralt licked over Jaskier’s nipple, earning another sigh from his lover. He brought his hand up and worked Jaskier’s other nipple, pinching and pulling the way he knew he liked. Jaskier was at an impasse; his brain told him to grind his hips forward like he normally would at this point but the command never reached his hips. He was caught in a weird zone of mental arousal without the physical proof to back it up. 

“Geralt,” Jaskier whined as his lover started to move downward. “Don’t you dare…”

“Shhh. Be good, remember.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes but watched, entranced, as Geralt made his way to his hips. He kept moving until he was resting on his knees, face buried in Jaskier’s panties as he mouthed over the cool fabric. He’d always liked the feel of lace, a fact that Jaskier often used to his advantage. Geralt took the top of the panties between his teeth and pulled them down, releasing Jaskier’s soft cock. His hands did the rest of the work, and soon enough Jaskier was bare from the waist down. He pulled back for a few seconds to get an eye full of Jaskier, pupils blown wide. Okay, so maybe he was more affected than Jaskier expected.

“Look at you,” Geralt breathed. “Perfect.”

Jaskier fought the urge to roll his eyes again. He was a grower, not a shower, and in this state he would even be willing to admit that he looked quite small, especially next to the warm hands that pressed his thighs apart. Still, he threaded his fingers through Geralt’s hair and pulled, a last ditch effort to get what he really wanted. Geralt groaned, eyes locking with his, and the hunger in those black eyes, barely rimmed with gold, made Jaskier bite his lips. Even more enticing was the expanse of his beautiful neck. He could faintly make out the way Geralt’s skin pulsed, a sure sign of the slow movement of blood. Jaskier licked his lips.

“Don’t you want me hard, love?” His other hand came up to stroke over Geralt’s neck. The Witcher shuddered and leaned into the touch in the same breath as he shook his head.

“No,” Geralt pulled away and grinned wickedly. “I want you just like this.”

A moment later Jaskier watched as Geralt ducked down, hot breath on his cock, and licked a strip from base to tip, an almost embarrassingly short trip. It was hard to feel that shame though when he took into account the darkening of Geralt’s eyes, the way his nails dug into his thighs. He mouthed over the tip, lips moving slow, before slipping the head into his mouth. The motion wasn’t as smooth as usual, no firm shape to push passed Geralt’s lips smoothly, but the witcher didn’t seem to care. His wet mouth took Jaskier’s small cock down easily before he stilled.

Jaskier squirmed under him, not sure whether to remain still or rock his hips into Geralt’s inviting mouth. Usually by this point he was shaking with need, Geralt pressing his hips down to prevent him from fucking his lover’s face. Now he remained still, a new sensation washing over his body. It was nice, really nice. Like a really good massage, something that settled into his bones and made him feel warm and relaxed. He dug his fingers into Geralt’s hair, nails grazing his scalp, and Geralt moaned around his cock. His tongue moved gently, mapping out Jaskier’s small cock in a way he never had. 

“Fucking tease,” Jaskier muttered, but there was no heat behind it. He liked it more than he thought he would.

Geralt whined around him. His hands slid up to touch every sensitive inch of Jaskier’s body. One hand played gently with Jaskier’s balls, a feeling that made the vampire jump slightly but settle quickly, that nice feeling amplified. His other hand reached around to pull Jaskier to the farthest edge of the bed so he could explore Jaskier’s ass. Hands moving freely, he rested his head against Jaskier’s thigh and looked up at him through his lashes, eyes fluttering as he sucked around Jaskier’s soft length. 

For once, Jaskier wasn’t in any rush to move things along. He sighed, eyes heavy, as Geralt started to bob his head, short and slow as to keep Jaskier in his mouth. He was so warm, so wet; Jaskier stroked his cheek lovingly. He was amused to note that Geralt looked ten times more affected by this than Jaskier himself. 

“Aren’t you so good for me?” Jaskier cooed, feeling a shift in their dynamic. Whereas Geralt had started the night in control, he moaned as Jaskier took the reins. Jaskier swiped his fingers along Geralt’s cheek; where he would normally feel the press of his cock stretching his cheeks, he merely felt the soft suctioning motions. Something in him clicked, and suddenly he felt desperate for something more.

“I think you’ve had your fun,” he said as he pulled Geralt’s head back by his hair. Geralt moaned as Jaskier’s cock popped out of his mouth. His lips were the prettiest shade of pink, glistening with spit. “Come here, love.” To his great satisfaction Geralt scurried up quickly and planted himself in Jaskier’s lap, hands wrapping around his back. His impressive cock pressed against Jaskier’s stomach through his pants. Jaskier wasted no time latching his lips to Geralt’s neck, licking over his pulse point. Geralt moaned, pulling him closer. He smirked, briefly considered teasing the man in retaliation, but he couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. Not when Geralt was writhing desperately in his lap. Not when he felt the rush of blood beneath his lips.

“Jask, please,” Geralt whined. Teeth grazed along his neck, sharp and tantalizing. The moment Jaskier broke skin Geralt’s hips shot forward, grinding his cock into his lover as he came hard against his stomach. Jaskier worked slowly, both by nature and desire. Geralt’s blood moved slower than humans to begin with, but the desire to draw it out even longer was a temptation he couldn’t resist. The feeling of the White Wolf clinging to his back, trying to get him impossibly close, made his head spin. As he fed he felt that amazing sensation he’d been craving all night - the desire that pooled high in his gut moved downward quickly, settling between his legs. His cock grew, and he took advantage of Geralt’s position, grinding up against his firm ass. As he retracted his teeth, pulling away ever so slightly, he licked at the small line of blood dripping from Geralt’s puncture wounds. Geralt dropped his head back as if he wanted more. 

“Get these off,” Jaskier tugged at Geralt’s pants for emphasis. Geralt jumped up from his lap, ridding himself of his pants and smalls in mere seconds, shucking his shirt for good measure, and climbed back on him. This time he pushed Jaskier down so that he was straddling his lap. He rocked his hips forward, their cocks sliding together, both men moaning from the motion. 

“My turn,” Jaskier grinned. Geralt cocked an eyebrow, confused, until the world started spinning as Jaskier flipped them over and pinned Geralt to the bed. He leaned down and lapped at the bite marks on Geralt’s neck, the small purple dots that would be gone in a few hours. He rubbed his hands down Geralt’s chest, paying special attention to his perfect tits. Geralt groaned as he leaned forward and tried to catch Jaskier in a kiss. This time it was Jaskier who pulled away, working himself quickly down Geralt’s body. He slid to his knees, eyes trained on Geralt’s big cock, on the way he arched off the bed begging for attention. Jaskier ignored it entirely. He hiked Geralt’s legs up and apart.

“Hold those,” he said, and Geralt immediately complied, wrapping his hands under his knees to keep his legs spread. He shuddered a moment later as warm breath ghosted over his ass.

“Jask, hurry the fuck up,” He grumbled. Jaskier chuckled and kissed his cheeks one by one, getting closer to his destination.

“That’s rich coming from you, my good sir.” He placed his hands on either cheek and, using his thumbs, spread him, taking in the sight of Geralt’s hole, the twitch of anticipation. Geralt still smelled like the rose soap they’d washed each other with. Jaskier leaned forward, poked his tongue out ever so slightly, and teasingly circled Geralt’s hole. The Witcher shuddered and pushed into the touch only for Jaskier to move out of the way. 

“Be good,” He repeated Geralt’s words from earlier. Geralt settled even as he caught Jaskier’s gaze and begged with his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Jaskier licked over his hole again. He concentrated the tip of his tongue and pressed, feeling his tongue slip inside. The slight pressure made Geralt whine softly and arch his back, trying to push his hips into Jaskier’s face. Jaskier withdrew his tongue and pushed back in, over and over, enjoying the way Geralt squirmed beneath him. He wrapped a hand loosely around Geralt’s cock as he ate him out, slowly running his fingers up and down the length of his cock. 

“Jask, fuck…”

“Mm,” Jaskier hummed against his hole. He fucked him steadily faster, savoring the taste of his lover, the beautiful sounds slipping from those pretty lips. He pulled out, circled around Geralt’s hole before pulling away. “Do you want to come again, dear?”

“Mhm,” Geralt nodded quickly, looking down at him with eyes blown wide and a blush on his cheeks. 

“Do you want my mouth? My hand?”

Geralt shook his head, shuddered as Jaskier tightened his grip around his cock.

“What do you want, my love?”

“T-teeth,” he blushed. Jaskier grinned. He dragged his tongue along his teeth, over the sharp points of his fangs, and watched with joy as Geralt’s eyes followed his every move. 

“Anything for you.”

Jaskier pulled his hand away from Geralt’s cock, splaying it on his abdomen to steady him. He didn’t need to touch his cock when he used his teeth; one bite could have the man shooting off. Perks of vampire bites. He brought his lips down, dragging them slowly over Geralt’s thigh to kiss every inch of his skin. Geralt moaned and gripped him by the hair, attempting to urge him forward. He grinned and teased his skin with his fangs, applying the slightest of pressure. Not enough to break the skin, but just enough for Geralt to hold his breath in anticipation. The third time Jaskier pulled away without biting, Geralt huffed. His hips were rocking into nothing, hard cock leaking steadily against his stomach. 

“Jask, please-”

“Shh.” Jaskier rubbed his stomach soothingly. His cock ached as his fingers came away wet with his lover’s precum.  He licked over the crease between Geralt’s thigh and his ass, marking his target.

“Good boy,” Jaskier whispered right before he sunk his teeth into that spot. Geralt practically wailed, body shaking as he came across Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier moaned against his skin, the warm taste of blood along his tongue. He quickly brought a hand down to his own cock and jerked himself off. It took an embarrassingly short time before he was coming, accidentally sinking his teeth deeper. To his astonishment Geralt cried out, cock jerking, spilling more cum over his body. 

When Geralt’s body stopped shaking Jaskier finally withdrew. He licked over the wound for good measure before pulling himself up on unsteady legs and crawling into the bed next to Geralt. Geralt’s eyes were closed, mouth dropped open with deep breaths.

“You okay, love?”

“I...yeah.” He slowly broke out into a dazed smile. “That was…”

“Something we’ll be doing again?” Jaskier guessed. Geralt chuckled lowly and threw his arm out, inviting Jaskier to cuddle up into his side. He would get up in a few minutes and clean them both off, but for now Geralt was soft and warm underside him and nothing else mattered.

[younghosfavewhore]

valentine’s day gift   2.14

xl [dr] [s]

wc; 1.9k

plot; birthdayboy!jaehyun x girlfriend!reader, harddom!jaehyun x sub!reader

you finally give into jaehyun’s dirty fantasies

prompts; [s]2 “Hands behind your back.” [s]43 “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

warnings; MATURE CONTENT, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), kinky, furry cuffs, choking, hair-pulling, name-calling, alternates between praising and shaming, all that jazz hehe, !THIS WILL BE INTENSE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

the slow jazz music blares through the speakers in you and jaehyun’s shared room. the room was decorated with an obvious theme: valentine’s day. that wasn’t the only thing special about today though, it was also jaehyun’s 24th birthday, which meant that this moment had to be that much more meaningful.

you and jaehyun had discussed what to do for this day. there were a few choice ideas that jaehyun wanted to experiment with- in bed, specifically. he had introduced some kinks that he wanted to try. at first, it was so foreign that you didn’t think about it too much. but there would be times when you and jaehyun would fuck, that his fantasies would creep into your head. 

“pretty slut...” 

you’d imagine the words falling from his lips while he was fucking into you.

“cumslut...”

the thoughts would come again when you’d play with your pussy. you were left with no choice but to give in. it was too tempting not to.

you throw on the valentine lingerie that you purchased just a few days prior. the crimson colored lace wraps around your neck, a small heart-shaped perforation outlines your chest. the fabric drapes over your curves in such a perfect way that you know will drive jaehyun mad. candles line the windowsills and atop dressers. bouquets and petals of peonies and roses are prettily scattered on the bed and floor. you went all out; and for good reason. 

you add the final touches to the décor and receive a text from jaehyun.

jae: 5 min away 😉

a grin plasters on your face as you scramble to adhere to your perfectionism; your mind runs through a mental checklist: hair, makeup, nails, etc, etc.

the door to the suite opens and you get into position. 

“y/n? i’m here!” you could already here the smile on his lips as he calls for you from the living room.

you remain silent, wanting him to explore and discover this surprise on his own. he then enters the room, his eyes widen. he gazes at the garniture before his eyes fall upon you. he admires your body, exactly the way you hoped he would. the bag that was in his hand falls to the ground. you’re sitting on your knees, he watches as you run your fingers along your half-nude frame.

“something for me?” you tease gesturing to the bag.

“yea.” a smirk spreads across his face, those beautiful dimples contrasting the lust in his eyes. he pulls out a box tied with a ribbon. 

“why am i getting a gift on your birthday?” you smile as he walks closer to you. 

“it’s a gift for both of us. open it.” he says, now glaring down at you. the sight of his lean physique hovering over you was enough to make your heart race.

you open the box and see furry cuffs. “ooh, this is new.” you tease at the thought of using them. “this will go perfectly with what i have planned for you.”

“oh, yeah? and what is that?” he cups your face and bites his lip. the lustful look on his face couldn’t be any hotter. 

“you’ll find out soon enough.” you stand up before setting the handcuffs down on a nightstand.

his gaze followed your body, he watched as you walk to the nightstand and back towards him. “that lingerie is so fucking sexy on you, y/n.”

you bite your lip. “i’m glad you like it. i got it just for you.” 

he replies with a smile and looks you up and down again. you walk up to him, making sure to lock your eyes on his. you push him down onto the bed, he tenses and hesitates at first but he gets the idea. you climb on top of him, straddling his lap. his hand find their way to your hips, and he places a tight grip on them. you couldn’t help but smile.

“tonight,” you whisper as you slightly grind on his growing bulge. “i want you to take control.” you press kisses against his neck, earning a small murmur from his lips. “just like you’ve wanted to. it’s my gift to you.”

“can i start now?” his voice is husky in your ear. 

“yes.”

and with that, his grip on your hip tightens. he hikes you up and your legs wrap around his waist, but it’s short lived. he throws you down onto the bed, spreading your legs; he silently adores your body for a second.

“if you need it, the safe word is, ‘bananas’.” he slides off his shirt. a smile spreads across your face as you wonder just how rough he plans on being with you. 

he hovers over you and the angle is heavenly. he flashes that same smile with those same pretty dimples that you know won’t match how he fucks you.

“i didn’t say it earlier, but thank you. for all of this. you look so sexy and i love what you did to our room.” his hands trace along your thighs, sending chills up your spine. 

he doesn’t give you time to reply before he smashes his lips onto yours. he presses his chest against you and you hanker after the feeling of his firm abs pressed against you. he grinds his rock hard bulge against you and presses soft kisses on your neck. you bring your hand up to run a few fingers through his hair, but he smacks you away.

“no touching.” he says harshly. “you’re too eager already. be patient, i’ll fuck you soon.”

“not soon enough.” you tease under your breath.

“fuck did you just say?”

your eyes widen, he’s never talked to you like this.

he wraps a hand around your neck, not tight enough to completely cut off air, but tight enough to make a point. he sits up and pulls your face up to his. 

“watch your mouth.” he whispers. “i was going to take my time with you,” his grip gets a bit tighter. “but i guess impatient sluts like you just don’t know how to wait.”

the name sends butterflies to your stomach. jaehyun was turning you on so much now with just his words, imagine the way he’ll be later.

“on your knees,” he commands. “now.”

he takes his hand off your throat and you hesitate before climbing off the bed and falling to your knees. 

“good girl,” he smirks before sliding his pants off. “take them off.” he says, gesturing to his boxers.

you’ve never been so intimidated by jaehyun. you do as you’re told and slowly slip off his boxers. his thick, long shaft springing out of the tight boxers. his veiny girth was already leaking precum that you were quick to lap up. he inhales a sharp breath as your tongue meets his tip.

“you’re so big...” you whisper, letting your lips graze his dick.

“shut up, slut.” he responds in a gruff tone that turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking slow enough that it pisses him off. he grips a handful of your hair and shoves his dick down your throat. 

“you don’t seem to learn, huh? a dumb bitch like you can’t do anything right.” he barks and sucks his teeth. 

you choke and gag on his cock as he fucks into your face. your throat was sore already. tears well up in your eyes as you attempt to grab his legs for more stability. his grunts reach your ears and you realize just how good you’re making him feel. you gaze up to allow your eyes to meet his, but there’s only so much you can see through the blur of your tears.

“you take me so well. sluts like you are useless unless there’s a cock shoved down your throat.” his strokes slow down, as though he’s teasing your throat. “that’s enough.” he pants and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

you gasp at the new intake of air, finally able to wipe your tears and meet his eyes. 

“on the bed,” these blunt commands turned you on so much. “ass up.” he bites his lip and walks to the nightstand where you placed the cuffs earlier.

an unexplainable rush of excitement hits you. you climb onto the bed. you arch your back, your ass is tooted upwards with your face resting in your hands. 

jaehyun turns to face you, handcuffs in hand. “finally being a good girl?” he smiles and teases as he sets up behind you. he places a light smack on your ass, giving it a squeeze while he admires your pretty pussy displayed in front of him.

“hands behind your back.” he dictates.

you follow his instructions, no longer hesitating or wanting to tease him. now, you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. you bring your hands behind your back, clasping them. the furry, red handcuffs clicking and locking in place.

jaehyun is silent behind you for a bit, just tracing your ass and teasing around your wet labia.

“jaehyun-” you cut yourself off, regretting speaking out of turn.

“sorry.” he says. you assume he’s apologizing for teasing you, until you hear the lace fabric on your pussy rip.

“jae-” you’re ready to exclaim in anger, but just as you fix your mouth to yell, jaehyun rams into you.

he fucks into you hard and fast, right off the bat. you can’t contain your moans and he didn’t expect you to. 

he lands a hard slap on your ass that makes you yelp in pain, but it was quick to mix with the pleasure. “your little pussy can’t take this. i fuck you too good, but you don’t really deserve it.” he grunts, still fucking into you at an ungodly pace.

he slipped in and out of your wet folds, the loud, languorous sounds blaring in your ear. the restriction of your hands was another thing, though. not being able to touch jaehyun was completely new. he was fucking you senseless and you couldn’t move a muscle even if you wanted to.

“jaehyun!” you exclaim as your eyes roll back into your head. he grabs a handful of your hair. his other hand placed with a tight grip on your hip, guiding it to hit exactly where you’d wanted it to.

“don’t cum until i say so.” he pants as he fucks into you harder, which you didn’t even think would be possible. 

“so close, please, jaehyun.” your mind was numb and the only thing your brain could string together were pleas. pleas to jaehyun to let your aching pussy release around him. 

he spanks your already bruised, sore ass a few more times. “hush.” his own climax was coming before he knew it. he started rambling, “god, you love it like this don’t you? you filthy fucking slut.” the lewd words made your pussy soak and throb around his cock.

“fuck...now.” he groans, signaling for you to cum. just as you cum, he shoves your face into the mattress, leaving all of your moans and swears to be muffled by the sheets.

he doesn’t cum with you, though. he fucks you through your own orgasm until your pussy is tender from overstimulation. it's then that he finally fills you up, leaving ropes of his sticky, hot cum dripping out of you. he pulls out of you when he’s too fucked out, releasing his grip from your hair and your hips.

“you alright?” he says, lying down next to you and taking off the cuffs.

you nod, still speechless from the events that just unfolded.

“i love you.” he whispers. “happy valentine’s day.” he takes another glance over your body. 

“i love you, too, birthday boy.” you reply with a smile.

[outro-tearist]

paws of paradise - chapter 3 {bangtan ot7 x reader}

hi!!!!!!!! it's been a little longer than i thought to update this, but here it is! it's also summer so updates hopefully will be more frequent as i dont have school to worry about!

as per usual, i'd appreciate comments, thoughts, suggests, anons, anything! have a great day!

~silver🤍🌙

chap 1 chap 2 chap 3

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Thinking.

That was what (Y/N) was doing, and had been doing for the past- How long had it been? The coldness that crept up onto Jimin had only happened yesterday, but the guilt overwhelmed her the more that she had thought about it. It felt like the incident had happened days ago when all she could think about was the crestfallen look Jimin had given her before he raced out of her shop.

It wasn’t his fault that he looked at Taehyung like he hung the stars in the sky. He was a gorgeous man, not to mention the genuine kindness he had shown any person he came across. It was hard to admit, but she had been very obviously jealous. Not only did that embarrass her, but it also made her feel worse for thinking those awful things about a dog owner just wanting to get his precious baby’s hair cut.

She decided to close the shop for today, officially saying she “needed more supplies”, but privately she knew she would not be able to focus.

Oh my god, Yoongi definitely saw her acting like a fool too! The blood that had flooded her cheeks seemed to swirl restlessly even more, just begging to be noticed and called out. He luckily hadn’t mentioned anything, probably to spare the shame she would feel in the moment.

Poor Jimin… He hadn’t done anything.... (Y/N) was being selfish and she recognized it as soon as they made eye contact. His appearance had startled her.

“Jimin! Hey..” (Y/N) started nervously as she saw the man enter through the back door like he usually did. He seemed shocked that he had been found so quickly, but awkwardly smiled back at his coworker.

“Oh. Yeah, hey.” Jimin said shortly. His curt tone had honestly hurt (Y/N) a little bit, but she took in a small breath and persevered.

‘It’s your fault he’s being distant,’ a horrible voice whispered in the back of her head. ‘He deserves more than you, someone better… someone more like Taehyung.’ It whispered again.

“I am so sorry about yesterday… I didn’t mean to dismiss you like that, I just- well, I got some bad news?” her last sentence sounded more like a question than an excuse, but Jimin had obviously softened after hearing her jittery voice.

“(Y/N), it’s not a problem. It did hurt my feelings, but I’m glad you’re telling me this now. I wish you would’ve told me earlier, but I won’t force you to tell me anything you don’t want to,” his smooth voice had felt like honey to her ears, slowly melting all her fears and anxieties that she had about not being forgiven.

Unfortunately, they quickly appeared again when rethinking her shitty excuse.

How was she supposed to explain that the “bad news” she had received was watching the man in front of her look so happy with someone else? It was an awful excuse and Jimin might be worried about her. (Y/N) would have to tell Jimin more about it later, she figured. All she had cared about at this point was just to get on speaking terms with her crush-- no. Her coworker.

“Thank you so much. Seriously. I don’t know what I would do without you, Jiminie.” (Y/N) tried to express her sincerity, but she was never the best with words anyways. It was all that she could muster up even with her head clogged with the image of Taehyung and Jimin practically glowing as they stared at each other.

Still, Jimin could seemingly read into her soul, knowing that she was as genuine as she could be through her words. She could not take her eyes off his kind eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows and structured face and plump lips and...

“You know I’d do anything to help you, honey. All you need to do is to say the words.”

Pulse quickening and face warming, (Y/N) knocked herself out of her trance once the word “honey” had left Jimin’s lips. Maybe this little work crush was turning out to be a little bigger than she thought…

She giggled like an airhead in response, and if Jimin had seen the bright flush that had spread across her face and neck, he didn’t show any signs other than a slight smirk.

“This is kinda sudden, but um… Can I hug you?” (Y/N) shyly asked. If Jimin’s excited face said anything, the warm hug that had enveloped her completely confirmed everything she thought she saw.

He gently cradled her head in one hand as his other arm pulled her into his surprisingly built chest from the shoulders. He smelled of vanilla and another gentle sweet scent that (Y/N) couldn't put her finger on. It didn’t matter now. What did matter, though, was the feeling of Jimin’s head digging into the top of her head and how he deeply inhaled. Letting out a content hum, (Y/N) wrapped both her arms around his waist and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“Out of curiosity… where did you have to go yesterday?” (Y/N) asked into Jimin’s neck. He shivered for a split second, before responding:

“Oh, Taehyung asked me if I wanted to spend the day together. That’s why I popped in yesterday, he told me we could meet up in the shop then grab some food or someth- is everything okay?” Jimin’s perplexed and concerned voice inquired above her.

As soon as he said Taehyung, (Y/N) froze up. He skipped work, where he would be with her and the cute dogs and be getting paid, just to see Taehyung.

‘It doesn’t mean that much,’ she tries to reassure herself. ‘He’s just wanting to see possibly the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life. It means nothing.’

‘Liar. He doesn’t want to hang out with you.’ The mean voice in her head spat back.

“(Y/N)?” Jimin tried to pull away and bent down to see her face. “Was it something I said?”

“NO! I mean, no. I’m just. Glad you got to get out for the day. How was it?” (Y/N) forced herself to smile and look back into Jimin’s furrowed eyebrows.

“I guess it was good, but I was still pretty worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay…?” Jimin tried again, but (Y/N) shook her head defiantly.

“Yes, I’m sure I’m good right now. Give me the juicy deets about you and Tae yesterday!” (Y/N) once again forced herself into the supportive best friend role. Jimin deserves a great person to be with him, and if that person is Kim Taehyung before it’s her, she will help her coworker in any way she could.

(Why did it hurt so much when she referred to Jimin as her coworker?)

A blush formed its way across his cheeks as he thought about the patience his TaeTae showed him after he was swamped with thoughts of (Y/N) and if she was ok.

“It was really nice… he’s a great guy and I really like being with him. He just- he gets me in ways I feel like nobody else does, y’know?” Jimin softly admits as he finds a seat next to one of the grooming stations.

(Y/N) feels faint. She basically crumbles onto the ground right in front of Jimin. She looks up at him expectantly, waiting for more information that would completely destroy her heart.

‘That was you. You were the person who got me as nobody else has.’ She thought somberly, wishing she could voice out her feelings to Jimin. ‘Was I not enough?’

“He’s so patient and understanding and… I could talk about him all day,” Jimin sighs dreamily as he rests his beautiful cheek into his palm, “It might be a little soon, but I think he might be my soulmate.”

(Y/N) physically recoiled. This was the slap in her face that she had been expecting, but him voicing his feelings was like a horrible moment of finality. She tried to play her flinch off as getting dog hair off her clothes, and Jimin hadn’t even thought twice about it.

Fuck. That cut way too deep, way more than she had prepared for. She keeps her head low so Jimin can’t try to make any eye contact.

“I’m really happy for you Jiminie.” (Y/N) says dully, but with some sincerity. “You seem to be so much happier when he’s around. You deserve this.”

Jimin’s adorable teeth flashed at her as a full smile graced his already perfect face. “You really think so? Wait, is it that obvious?!”

“You look at each other like you’re meant to be. You two must be soulmates!” (Y/N) grits out despite the tears wanting to well. “You have to tell him and let me know what happens!!”

“I’m gonna call him and see if he wants to hang out again tonight! You’re the best, honey, I love you!” he shouts as he runs out of the back.

She can’t even manage a response as she walks to the back door, shuts it, and locks it.

(Y/N) can’t see straight. She can’t think straight either, as she whips out her cell phone and dials the first contact she sees on her phone. She hadn’t even meant to call anyone, truly, but it was too late to stop her sluggish mind from pressing onto a name.

“Hello?” Min Yoongi answers the phone. A response doesn’t come, except for a loud sniffle and another sob. “(Y/N)-ssi? What’s wrong?”

The dog groomer barely knows this man, how he even got into her contacts was beyond her, but all she wanted was somebody next to her.

“Can you- can- come here please? The shop?” (Y/N) barely got the words out of her sore throat but Yoongi seems to understand them.

“I- Ok, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes. Do you want to stay on the line with me?” he asks the sobbing girl gently. His soft voice was soothing and nice, but it didn’t matter much.

She couldn’t respond. Her head was filled with three words. Three words that meant so much that hurt so much just because of the context.

I love you.

Taunting and repeating in her head for seemingly hours, until the front door jingled. She saw Yoongi burst into the store quickly and that was the last thing she saw before she closed her puffy and swollen eyes.

[speechlessxx]

Requite (Andy Barber x Reader)

Summary: A visitation to a prison invites new emotions. 

Warnings: slight CHEATING (it’s a kiss and like feelings), slight SPOILERS, for Defending Jacob, language, implied AGE GAP, this was just a brainstorm I had, unrequited requited love kinda not really (if that makes sense), mentions of ABUSE

Word Count: 2.5k

Hope you enjoy!

READ PART 2 HERE

It wasn’t your place – and you knew that. So, why were you here – trembling in front of a glass barrier and fumbling with the cord of the telephone in your hands?

The man in front of you looked tired and rugged. The years he spent behind bars evident all over his face. But when you looked in this murderer’s eyes, you couldn’t help but see Andy’s. They were the same pristine blue shade. The only difference was that Andy’s were warm, inviting, and full of light whereas the man in front of you looked as if the light had been snuffed out of him – perhaps it was never there to begin with.

“You’re the wife?” He asked. He looked you up and down and cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re younger than I expected.”

“I’m not his wife,” you muttered.

“So, what are you, then?” The man gave you an amused look. He was taunting you, trying to make you snap. Your eyes narrowed at his words.

“That’s not your concern.”

“Then why are you here, honey?” You cringed at the pet name. You remembered your abusive father coo that very word at you to apologize for laying his hands on you. You remembered your husband do the same.

Why were you there?

Andy was your friend… of kinds. He was a neighbor in your picture-perfect suburban neighborhood. However, you were treated like an outcast among the other suburban ladies. You always attended parties and gatherings with, or without, your husband. And in the crowds, you always felt so alone.

You were young – still in your twenties – and married to a wealthy businessman that was old enough to be your father’s younger brother. You pretended you couldn’t hear the gossip – the whispers and snickers calling you a “gold-digger” or a “trophy wife”. You married because you needed financial stability to pay off your student loans. You couldn’t do it on your salary alone. Afraid no one else would love you or help you, you said yes to the first wealthy sleaze that got down on one knee.

You tried to make your marriage as picture-perfect as your neighborhood. To strangers, it was. You were good at framing. Your framework made it impossible for others to see the truth behind the photos.

You were a doting wife to a man who was always gone on “business trips” to Vegas with a barely legal bottle blonde on his arm. When you finally got the courage to call him out for his numerous affairs, he threw one of his foreign beer bottles at you. It smashed against the wall, beer staining the paint and scratching it up as small shards of the glass cut your skin. It followed with a “honey, I’m so sorry” which reminded you of your father’s abuse.

After then, the incidents gradually got worse. He’d hurl things your way when he grew aggravated with you. Then, he began to throw punches. He held you down by your wrists before when you threatened to walk out. You felt like your adolescent self again. Instead of your father beating you, your abuser became your husband.

It was Andy, your next-door neighbor, who first asked you about the finger-shaped bruises wrapped around your wrists. You played it off, calling yourself a klutz, but Andy saw right through it. When the bruises, marks, and cuts became a staple of your appearance, Andy knew something was wrong. You weren’t clumsy. You were being hurt.

He confronted you about it. He was relentless in trying to get an answer from you. One night he heard crashes and screams from your home. He rushed over although Laurie had told him to stay out of it and call the police instead. He reasoned that if you were in danger and something were to have happened to you, he’d feel responsible. He found you crying in your living room, picture frames smashed and your coffee table demolished, a dining room chair was lodged into it. You had a bruise forming on your temple, a bloody cut on your cheekbone, and you were cradling your arm to your chest. Your husband had driven off in his luxury car. Whatever doubt he had about the abuse vanished. The scene itself answered all his questions.

It was Andy who saved you from the dangerous home. It was Andy who helped you with your divorce. 

After your divorce, your husband took off, leaving you the house and alimony checks. As your injuries slowly healed, you slowly built a relationship with the Barber family – primarily Andy. He’d often check in on you and invite you over, trying to make that big house of yours feel less lonely. 

“I’m here for Andy,” you finally answered. You stared into the man’s eyes.

“Oh?” The man sneered. His teeth were yellow, maybe even rotting. He smirked at you. “You’re here about his boy.”

“Jacob’s a good a kid,” you nodded. You babysat and often drove the Barbers’ son to and from school when Andy asked. Aside from his standoffish and strange behavior (one time you swerved around a dead cat and Jacob seemed so fixated on the animal), he was a good kid.

“So, I’ve heard… But good kids don’t become murder suspects.”

“He’s innocent until proven guilty,” you frowned. “Why won’t you do it? Andy just wants you to swab your mouth. It’s easy. Hell, you don’t even have to do it, the guard will.” He crossed his arms and leaned forward to the glass. His stare was unwavering and cold – just like your father’s… just like your husband’s. “You want to punish Andy.”

“He won’t help me and he knows he can. He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that I’m his father.”

“You haven’t given him a good reason to,” you snapped. “Andy’s a good man. A better man than most will ever be. And he’s a damn good father. He wouldn’t even have come down here if it weren’t for Jacob.”

“You talk like you’re in love with the man.” He smirked. He leaned back on his chair as he studied you. “You are, aren’t you?”

“That’s not your concern.”

He laughed. It boomed and made you flinch. You looked down at your hands. You weren’t trembling anymore. In fact, you were just frustrated. How can a kind, compassionate man like Andy be the spawn of this heartless killer?

“What kind of a good man turns his back on his own father,” the man asked.

“He turned his back on a murderer.”

“And you don’t think he won’t do the same to his son?”

“Jacob’s innocent until proven guilty,” you repeated. “What will it take to get you to do it?” He smirked at you and you felt a wave of disgust as you remembered the reason he was here in the first place. “Not like that, you sicko.”

“I’ll do it,” he nodded.

“What?” You stared at him in disbelief. He repeated the three words. You frowned at him. “Just a second ago – “

“It’s good Andy has someone on his side. Arguing for him. Defending him and his son.” He smiled, wickedly. “Too bad you aren’t the wife, huh? How is his wife? Laurie, is it?”

“I’m not as close to her as I am to Andy,” you admitted.

“I wonder why you two are so close that you’re willing to drive up here to talk to me.” The man gave you a knowing look.

“It’s not like that!”

“Okay, okay, calm down, honey,” he chuckled.

“You’re not fucking with me? You’re actually going to do it?”

“I will,” he nodded. “You got a spark in you, honey… It’s a shame you aren’t the wife. I’ll do it for my son.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Barber,” you muttered and popped the telephone back onto its stand. There was no reason to stick around and hear his taunts.

You did what you came there to do.

-=+=-

Andy was relieved and a bit confused. Joanna had informed him that his father agreed to the swab. After the brief conversation that the father and son had, his father had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with the trial – that he didn’t want to help Jacob. So, what made him change his mind?

He remembered talking to you about it. You were the first person he saw on his way back from seeing his father. He unloaded his frustrations on you, and you sat and listened to him. It reminded you of the times when you would confide in Andy about the abuse you endured from your father and your husband. It was the least you could do.

“Go inside. Tell your mom about the fish,” Andy told Jacob as the two began to unload the car. His son nodded and began to make his way to their front door. With a frown, Jacob looked over and saw his dad hastily walk towards your home. He shrugged before going inside.

Andy walked past the “For Sale” sign posted outside your lawn next to your mailbox. He frowned at the sign. When did you plan on leaving?

He knocked on your front door a few times and even rung the doorbell. He stood outside for a few long moments and just as he sighed and turned to leave, you opened the door.

“Sorry!” You apologized. Your hair was tied up and your forehead had a sheen of sweat.

“No worries… Mind if I come in?”

You widened the door and gestured for Andy to come inside. He gave you a small smile and a nod as he stepped through the door. The walls weren’t as decorated as he remembered. You must’ve taken down the picture frames. It made sense. Your husband was out of your life. Why keep the memories around? The hardwood floors were littered with boxes. Some were taped shut and had words scribbled on their sides – “kitchen”, “bedroom”, “donations”, etc.

“Sorry about the mess,” you muttered when you noticed that he was looking around the house.

“It’s not a problem, (Y/N), really,” Andy grinned.

“What can I do for you, Andy?”

“I think you’ve done enough.”

“What?” You frowned.

“You spoke to my father?” He asked. His tone was angry – or at least you registered it as so. Your eyes widened as you desperately looked around the room – staring at anything but Andy’s eyes. You crossed your arms as you tried to pull into yourself. It was a reaction you had when your husband raised his voice at you, an indicator that his patience was wearing thin and you were going to need an ice pack later. Andy’s brows furrowed in realization – you often held that posture whenever you spoke of your husband’s abuse. “I’m sorry… I’m not upset or anything, (Y/N). I just wanted to know why…”

You relaxed your arms as you found the courage to look at Andy. They did have the same eyes. “For you… and for Jacob,” you rushed. “I know it wasn’t my place, but you were so upset about it… I figured I could… I could give it a shot? Maybe talk some sense into him or convince him? I dunno… You helped me when I was in a tough spot, I thought I should at least try to return the favor.”

“You didn’t need to,” Andy shook his head. “But thank you.” You smiled at him and nodded. “No, really, thank you,” Andy sighed. To your surprise – and maybe even his – he wrapped his arms around you. You felt your cheeks flush as your ear was pressed against his chest. Andy’s chin rested at the top of your head.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes – it felt like eternity. You had forgotten what it felt like to be held, to be cared for, and appreciated. Perhaps Andy was the first man in your life that made you feel safe and you were grateful. Maybe that’s where your crush stemmed from. Andy was a kind man and an amazing father – things that were missing from your own life.

In turn, Andy had forgotten how it felt to hold someone. His and Laurie’s intimacy had been challenged for years now and their marriage took another hit with Jacob’s upcoming trial. He remembered how much he wanted to help you and get you out of your abusive marriage. It was a distraction from his own marriage that was slowly falling apart.

“You’re moving?” Andy asked after the long beats of silence.

“Yeah,” you said. “Nothing’s really keeping me in town anymore.”

Andy felt a pang in his chest. Nothing keeping you in town? Sure, your divorce was finalized – your husband had skipped town when his abuse came to light – but nothing was worth sticking around for?

“What about me?” Andy asked. It was wishful thinking, at best. Andy didn’t know why he asked the question. He had no justification for his next action either.

When you looked up at him with confusion, you had the intentions of asking him what he meant. But Andy leaned in and kissed you. His eyes were closed as his lips pressed against yours while yours were wide open with shock. But the kiss was sweet, gentle – you don’t remember being kissed like this. With your hands pressed against his chest, you meant to push him off and pull away, but your body refused – it loved the affection even if it was just an in-the-moment action on Andy’s behalf (he wasn’t sure if it was), but the kiss was nice. 

Instead, your eyes fluttered closed and your hands went up to his cheeks. His beard was rough against your lips and hands, but you didn’t mind. You began to kiss him back, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

Then your brain and your conscience flared up. Just as sudden as the kiss began, it was abruptly cut short. Your mind made you pull away and with wide eyes, both you and Andy unwrapped yourselves from each other.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, taking a step back.

“No, no,” Andy shook his head. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have – “

“It was nothing, okay?”

Andy was taken back from your words. He wanted to argue – to tell you that it wasn’t nothing, that he felt something, and he was sure you felt it, too. But he stopped himself. He wasn’t thinking straight. The stress – whether it from his marriage or from the trial on the horizon, he didn’t know – was getting to him.

“Okay,” he finally agreed. “Nothing.”

“Okay,” you muttered. Arms crossing again. Your eyes darted around the room as you licked your lips. You could still taste him. “Well, um… you better get going.”

“Right,” Andy nodded. You walked him to the door and gave him a tight smile. “If you need any help with the moving or the packing, I’ll be happy to help. Repay the favor for the thing with my dad.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Andy,” you tried to smile. You closed the door after your farewells and a hand flew to cover your mouth. Tears brimming in your eyes.

You weren’t going to take him up on that offer. The guilt was already killing you. Although abuse was a major factor in your marriage’s demise, your husband cheating with much other women was the spark that started it all.

Now, here you were. You were the other woman.

READ PART 2 HERE

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: Phallic Judgement"

*Surprisingly, Dionysus had gone back to Rome to cause more mischief with Hermes, this time they've brought Ares along*

Dionysus: *again disguised as a wine seller* ok gentlemen, behold. The foulest creatures to crawl on the face of the earth. *Shows just random Roman citizens*

Ares: *who for some reason decided he wanted to disguise himself as the world's most intimidating slave* ......ugh....the goats? *Sees a goat*

Hermes: *cleverly disgusted as farmer* haha no. You see, these guys are absolutely weird. They insist of "rationing" Sapa, they have taxes for literally existing and above all.....their wine is watered down! But they have the best bread I've ever tasted though.

Ares: ... really?

Dionysus: don't be fooled by their baked goods my dudes. These are cruel and unrelenting scum folk. Uncultured, ignorant, and above all....they've inslaved every single country they've conquered.

Hermes: .....it's mostly about the wine isn't it?

Dionysus: ....*turns dramatically* their most unforgiving sin.

Ares: *has wondered off to see a statue of himself*.....my dick isn't THAT small.......*looks at the name plate saying "Mars"* ......I can't believe these guys misspelled my name....*takes some charcoal, scratches out Mars and writes Ares*

Centurion Gaurd: Excuse me slave! Where is your master! Slaves are not allowed near the devine statue of the gods.*sees that Ares has wrote his name on the statue's nameplate* What the?

Ares: *doesn't know the centurion was referring to him considering he's in disguise* .........*turns to the see the back of the statue* ....at least they got the ass right.

Centurion Gaurd: EXCUSE ME! Please stop making remarks about the sacred statue! You've defaced sacred property!

Ares: *slowly peaks over to the centurion* ....hey ugh there's a thing on your helmet*

Centurion Gaurd: oh really? *Pats around his helmet* where?

Ares: *points to the centurion's face* There's a shit attitude a little all over your FuCkInG ugly mug.

Centurion Gaurd: *realising what he meant* YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!

Dionysus: *walks into the situation* Oh there you are Skippy! Bad boy I thought I told you to stay close to me and not open your mouth! *takes a little stick and weakly whips Ares's shoulder with a single thing of wheat*

Ares: *confused* ...wut?

Centurion Gaurd: Is there YOUR disrespectful slave?

Ares: wait you said I was going to be a noblem-*gets a loaf of bread in his mouth by Hermes*

Hermes: please shut up or we'll leave you here to fend for yourself.

Ares: *kinda just enjoying the bread* hmfhmf.

Dionysus: You see my good sir, my slave is extremely stupid, dumb and has testicles the size of grapeseeds. He was used as a human kickball when he was an infant and was raised by goats. He can't help himself sometimes. *Tries to clean the charcoal off the statue*

Ares: *angry noises* ?!?

Centurion Gaurd: .....Ok...you have the pay the "Disrespectful Slave" tax fine.

Dionysus: .....*grumbles and takes a bag filled with gold coins* ....*gives it begrudgingly* .....*grits his teeth* have....a...good day.

Centurion Gaurd: *takes the gold and sees that it's drachma* .....hmm.....*takes out a piece of paper with a semi-crude wanted poster of Dionysus, Apollo and Hermes* ......hmm.....I watching you....sir. *leaves to find Mortus*

Dionysus: *turns to Ares and glares at him* ....you owe me 20 drachma.

Ares: *has finished eat the bread* Why? Don't these mortals know we're gods?

Dionysus: No! We're here in disguise so that was can destroy the city again. You are here to make sure the country doesn't get a chance to get back up.

Ares: Fuck yah. *Literally has no idea what he agreed to*

Hermes: *saw the wanted poster in the centurion's hand* ugh...guys we REALLY need to finish what we came here for because they're definitely on to us.

Dionysus: yeah yeah I know....come on let's go. I want to destroy the coliseum again.

Ares: what's a coliseum?

Dionysus: *suddenly a huge grin forms across his face* Hermes .....is the coliseum....open?

Hermes: let me check. *Literally speeds next to the coliseum and saw a Roman sign that says "Grand Re-Opening" and zips back to Dionysus* yeah. It's open.

Dionysus: perfect. *Pops a waterskin filled with wine, and chugs it* oh gods I'm FuCkInG dry. It's like this place sucks your very essence or something.

Hermes: hmm....yeah, shame really. *as he was following Dionysus and Ares, he accidentally dumbs into a familiar face* oops sorry miss.

Octavia: *turns around with a baby in her arms that looks suspiciously familiar* Oh pardon me sir. I didn't mean to bump into, the market seems rather busy today doesn't it?

Hermes: It's ok, I was just heading to-*knotices the baby* .....ugh...

Caius the baby: *smiles at Hermes as if he knew Hermes was his dad* ba-ba :D

Octavia: Oh sweetie, daddy is working. Oh children are so wonderous, even at a few months old, they have such an imagination. By the way, have we met before? You look so familiar....are you from the countryside?

Hermes: uuggggh *trying his best to not look Octavia in the eye* yeah, I get that all the time. Trust me I have some of my own, I mean children that is. Also no I don't think I have? *Literally hoping she doesn't recognize him even though he shape shifted into her husband a year ago*

Caius: *still happily cooing over his real dad*

Dionysus: come on buddy le-*put two and two together and scowls at Hermes* ......you didn't.

Hermes: ugh....

Dionysus: nevermind we're off! *He pulls Hermes to the direction of the coliseum*

Octavia: hmmm what a strange young man. He's handsome though.

Caius: *coos in disappointment* :(

*later*

Dionysus: *rubs his hands* hehehehehe....

Hermes: this better be worth it. I thought we would write our names on the temple walls here or something.

A Roman Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! This grand reopening of the Coliseum shall be in honor of our Lord and Emperor Caeser!

Caeser: *does the Royal British wave*

Dionysus: peeeeerfect.

Hermes: ......hey I got to ask...why did you bring Ares?

Dionysus: some bulky bastard is currently the head champion gladiator here, he use to live on Crete before the Romans decided to kidnap a few warriors there....let's just say my pettiness will come with effort.

Hermes: ......ok seriously man what are talking about?

Dionysus: look no one says that their dick is bigger than mine and actually gets away with it.

Hermes: ....you know....you could just smite someone. I mean it's not graceful....but it's effective.

Dionysus: hoho, I'm going to make this extra dramatic.

The Roman Announcer: And now! You're great champion, Maximus the Well-Endowed!

Maximus: *a huge, hulking man came out, roars out* HAIL CAESAR! *Leans to the announcer* I am going to get my 20 hot virgin women after this right?

Announcer: *whispers* yes yes. AND HIS CHALLENGER *looks at a note which was scribbled on his hand* ..... "Skippy the Not-Well-Endowed"! *Looks back his hand still not believing what he had read*

Ares: *is just happy to get into a fight, however was oddly enough only was only wearing a loin cloth and a helmet, armed with a shield and spear* ......oh boy, a whole stadium just for killing? These people rock!

Hermes: ........you didn't....

Dionysus: yep.

Ares: *steps side to side like an exited kid* comeoncomeoncomeonstartthefighting.

Maximus: Alright Skippy, time to end your tiny dicked existence. *Raised his sword on to Ares but Ares was able to break it with his helmet* !?

Ares: ....that's it?

Maximum: *confused* ugh....*waves to order in more weapons, all of which fail to hurt Ares*

Ares: .......aw come on...you guys have some shitty ass weapons. Bet YOUR weapon is just as shit.

Maximus: grrrrr.....YOU PUNY SLAVE! *Rips off his armored skirt* See! You're fucking wrong!

Roman crowd: *gasps*

Dionysus: .....

Hermes: *whistles* holyshit....dude this guy is hung.

Dionysus: If there's one god who can contest me....the only god who's dick is so epic, so powerful, so irresistible, so near perfect......that Aphrodite can't FuCkInG resist it on a daily basis.

Hermes: Heracles?

Dionysus: No buddy, Ares. Ares is the guy who's dick is better than mine I mean come on a guy who shags the goddess of love more times than any living thing HAS to have something going on down there

Some Roman Karen: EXCUSE me is pronounced Venus! We don't use greek words here.

Dionysus: Please leave me alone lady.

Some Roman Karen: *rhees in anger*

Dionysus and Hermes: *both are struggling to ignore her*

Ares: ....ok...that dick of your isn't that great.....*rips off his loin cloth* .....THIS....is a dick.

Crowd: *the women and gay men swoons over the perfect of Ares's bare body, men quake and cringe at their own feeble members and put to shame*

Caesar: *completely unimpressed and decided to leave* hmf. Pathetic.

Maximus: *wriggles in shame* HOW c-C-C-could this be?! The most PERFECT COCK? Oh my gods why is it fucking glowing?!

Ares: ....what you don't shave yourself weekly? I mean come on man that's how you keep the ladies coming back?

Maximus: *starts crying a little*

Dionysus: *cackling uncontrollably* SO THATS HIS SECRET! *writes on a piece of paper saying "shave, dick, weekly"*

Hermes: *still not fully understanding why all of this* ........you brought Ares here JUST to emasculate some gladiator?

Dionysus: Oh much more than that Herms.....much much m-

Roman Karen: EXCUSE YOU SIR ITS MERCURY!

Dionysus: *has had enough and turned her into a chicken* there much better.

Hermes: .....are you ok? Did you have your wine today?

Dionysus: I RAN OUT OF WINE LONG AGO!

Hermes: *deep sigh* not again.

Ares: *now in full naked display* ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!? *The crowd roared and cheered*

Dionysus: well....yah want to set the animals free from their cages?

Hermes: fuk ye-*feels a tough and strong hand practically crushing his shoulder* .....*turns to see an old man who clearly was Zeus* .....

Zeus: .....boys.....

Dionysus and Hermes: .....Uh Oh.

Zeus: *took each of them by their ears like a discontented mother* you're BOTH grounded for bothering these mortals and above all abusing the dark, unholy power of the sacred male member ....if I had a third arm it would be reserved for Ares. *Looks down at Ares now just doing some naked dance for the crowd*........*deep and disappointed sigh*

Dionysus: but dad, I do that like everyday.

Zeus: I don't care if I don't discipline you or Hermes right the now, Hera will have MY male member nailed to the wall.

(Later that day)

Mortus: *inner noir detective monologue* after several months, nothing. Absolutely nothing. The suspects disappeared from the face of the empire. Likely their crimes have caught up with them. My only consolation to solving this case....is the mysterious birth of my son and my faithful wife. .... speaking of which...why does Caius have blue eyes? Me and Octavia have brown.....did ...she?....nah that's impossible.

The Centurion from earlier: MY LORD! I FOUND THE SUSPECTS!

Mortus: *dramatically turns around* This better be the right ones this time.

*much later after apparently an orgy broke out at the coliseum*

Mortus: .... Absolutely disgusting. Practicing Sexual Festivities without a license is punishable by crucifixion, Mark.

The Announcer (Mark): B-b-but sir! It wasn't my fault! Some slave was to challenge Maximus and they just decided to remove their clothing and everyone went wild! ....to be fair the slave did look a little attractive BUT the fornicating ceased once the slave disappeared.

Mortus:....was he accompanied by a portly, dark haired ..... individual?......an extremely attractive blonde slave and a thinner more athletic young man with brown hair?

The Announcer: ...hmm...well yes minus the other slave.

Mortus: Hmmm.....the plot thickens.....are these the mysterious criminals that destroyed the coliseum last year?....What is the motivated behind these depraved individuals?.....

The Announcer: ugh...why are you talking to yourself?

[jenonctcity]

No Nut November - Donghyuck

Lee Donghyuck – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, unprotected sex, mention of porn, it’s pretty graphic so yeah if you don’t like smut don’t read it.

Word Count: 4k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days.

Series

 Day 1:

“So, you’re not going to have sex with me for a month…?” Your eyebrows were knitted together, and mouth pulled into a grimace to show off your confused state of mind. Donghyuck simply shook his head with a wide smile on his face. “You can’t even masturbate?” He shook his head once more and placed a kiss to your cheek. “No orgasms?”

“No orgasms.” He raised an eyebrow at your confused face, wondering what you didn’t understand about his explanation of what No Nut November is.

“You can’t ejaculate at all?”

“No!”

“No shooting your load?

“Where is this going?”

“I’m just making sure I understand one hundred perfect what’s going on because honestly, it’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t care. I want to do it.” He shrugged, his stubbornness coming out in defence at his decision.

“Whatever floats your boat Hyuck.” You shrugged back at him, turning your head to hide your annoyance as you sat beside him on the sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, huffing in irritation that you weren’t going to get laid for the next month.

“Are you pissed off?” He jabbed his finger into your side, trying to gain your attention back but failing to do so, your stubbornness big enough to rival his own. “Oi, answer me baby.”

“No. I’m fine.” You mumbled, using a hand to run through your hair, something you always did when you told a lie. Donghyuck narrowed his eyes at you when he saw you run your hand through your hair, grabbing your hand and placing a lingering kiss to your palm. “Okay I’m not fine, you know how hard it is for me to go without sex, and you just decide to do this stupid internet trend.” You murmured with your eyebrows furrowed, a pout forming on your lips and your posture slouching further down on the sofa. He chuckled and rolled his eyes at you, dragging you over onto his lap and laughing more when you refused to look at him.

“I never said I wouldn’t give you orgasms; I just can’t use my dick.” This caught your attention, your head slowly turning to look at him with a smirk plastered on your face. “My tongue and fingers will be at your service.” His left eye dropped into a wink, quickly leaning forward to connect his lips with your own. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and stroking at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re lucky that I love you, or I would probably have punched you in the testicles.” You smiled cutely at him, giving him a wide-eyed innocent look in contrast to your threatening words. “Although I am pissed off you decided to tell me this at 1am on the first day of November. Why didn’t you tell me like 4 hours ago so you could have fucked me when it was still October 31st?”

“Because you were dressed as a zombie and I really don’t think I could have gotten it up…” You slapped his chest causing him to yelp in surprise.

 Day 8:

You cuddled into Donghyuck’s chest; the warmth of your bodies together trapped underneath the blanket of the bed, making your bare skin stick to his own. He moaned in contentment, snuggling up to you closer with his arms wrapped around your torso. You were completely naked, enjoying the feeling of being as close to your boyfriend as possible without the confinements of fabric in the way. He only had on a pair of black boxer briefs, hoping that if he could keep his penis out of your way, then it would be easier for him not to want to bury himself balls deep inside of you.  

“I’m so comfy.” You whispered against the skin of his neck, pecking a kiss against his jaw.

“Me too…hey you’ve been really patient the past 8 days baby.” As he spoke his hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling against your skin and causing the hairs to stand on their ends. “Maybe you should be rewarded.” He smirked, ducking his head down to take your bottom lip between his teeth, his hand gripping your ass before pulling back to give it a smack.

“What’s my reward?” You whispered, your words coming out slightly muffled from your lip still trapped between his teeth.

“Wanna sit on my face?” Your heart almost skipped a beat at the filthiness of his words, his tone sultry tone fitting perfectly. Without speaking, you moved around so you had him lying on his back, his gaze lingering on you as you sat on his chest, wiggling your hips to graze your naked heat on him.

“I always want to sit on your face.” You winked at him, your eyes almost twinkling in your excitement of your inward bound orgasm.

“Promise me you won’t try to touch my junk though.” He shuffled down the bed slightly to get comfortable, his lower half still tucked underneath the blanket and his dick tucked in his boxers.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, grabbing you by the hips and helping you position yourself over his face, your thighs on either side of his head. He licked his lips in anticipation, not hesitating as he pulled you down onto his mouth, his eyes boring into your own as he licked a stripe up your heat, spreading the wetness from your hole all the way up to your clit.

“Fuck.” A moan slipped past your parted lips, your hand falling into his hair, gripping it tightly from the sudden sensations flooding through your body. His snaked his hands round from your ass after giving it a firm squeeze, trailing them up your hips and stomach until they found purchase on your breasts. His tongue worked wonders on you, the tip of the wet muscle working perfectly in time with his lips to suck and lick your heat. He rubbed the soft flesh of your boobs, taking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand, pinching and rolling the hard nubs in sync with the way his tongue was striking your clit. He moaned, vibrations rumbling against you and forcing you to gasp, your hips rolling down to try and coax everything he had to give out of him.  

It only took about 5 more minutes of his constant attack on your dripping heat for your hips to stutter. Hand grabbing his hair tight enough for him to wince in discomfort but not stop the rate at which his tongue was thrusting in and out of your tight hole, your heart pounding in your chest at the same speed in perfect time. You choked out a squeal, your face scrunching up as all the nerve endings in your body lit up like live wires, ready to shock you at any second. Your juices leaked down his chin as your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, your body going rigid before slumping down onto the bed beside him. He licked his lips, turning on his side with a smirk plastered on his face from admiring his own work.

“Did my baby girl enjoy that?” He cooed, reaching over to push your sweaty hair out of your face, cupping your cheek and giving it a gentle tap to try and bring you back down to earth from cloud 9. You simply nodded your head, not being able to say much with your lungs working overtime to calm your breathing down. After a few minutes to let yourself relax, you reached over and pulled the blanket up, staring at the prominent hard on confined in his boxers.

“I think you enjoyed it too.” You grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping his face clean and smiling fondly at him. “Shame you I can’t repay the favour…” You stroked his chest, teasingly trailing your fingertips over his soft skin, purposely letting your pointer finger circle one of his nipples. He watched you like a hawk, cautious of your movements and giving you a narrowed eyed look in suspicion. He shuffled closer to you, about to pull you close for a cuddle, but you gave him a wide grin, grabbing the blanket.  “Goodnight!” You threw yourself back onto your side, facing away from him and pulling the blanket over your naked body, snuggling down and missing the annoyed frown he shot at you.

 Day 17:

Due to Donghyucks stupid commitment to No Nut November you had taken it upon yourself to distance yourself from him. Hating that he had a perfect penis inside his pants that he wasn’t willing to stick inside of you and rearrange your guts with. It pained you to even think about his beautiful manhood when you were with him, so you decided space was the best option. You had neglected to tell him this though, leading countless invitations to see him being declined. So far, you’d managed to avoid him for 9 days, which was making your heart croon for him. But with his stubbornness being a huge cockblock for you, you ignored the want you had for him, and continued to enjoy other people’s company instead of his.

You phone chimed in your pocket, and you didn’t even need to look at it to know that it was your boyfriend trying to summon you on the other end. You sighed, closing your eyes momentarily as you stood in the grocery store in front of a variety of cereals. Thoughts of ignoring his call shot through your mind, but the cruelness of the act leaving a bad taste in your mouth. So, after about 10 seconds you held your phone to your ear and answered the impending all.

“Hey loser.” You spoke nonchalantly.

“Don’t hey loser me.” He grunted down the phone, the sound of boys chatting in the background.

“Whoa who shit in your cornflakes this morning?” You frowned at his tone, staring at the boxes of cornflakes piled on the shelf in front of you.

“Well maybe if my girlfriend didn’t keep blowing me off with the most stupid excuses then I wouldn’t be so pissy.” You could tell by his words and tone that you’d struck a nerve with him, but your hard headedness willed you to not back down.

“Well maybe if my boyfriend would actually dick me down then I could be around him without wanting to jump his bones every second of the fucking day.” You used that as an exit, not thinking twice before hitting the end call button. A wash of guilt came over you from your rash decision, but you pushed it aside, hating how it made you feel. Your phone chimed again, vibrating in your hand and you groaned.

“What now?” You snapped into the receiver as you answered the call. You noticed this time that the chatter in the background and silenced.

“You need to sort out your priorities. Because right now, it seems like you’re only with me for sex.” Donghyuck’s voice was laced with anger, and pent up frustration. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, and you just proved my theory right that it’s because I won’t have sex with you.”

“Hyuck calm down…”

“No! I won’t fucking calm down!!! Is that all I’m good for huh? Because you can’t have sex with me that means I’m not good enough to cuddle? Or to watch a movie with?” You stayed silent even after his rant, not knowing what to say as an old couple stood beside you staring at the cereals you had yet to take your own eyes off of. His heart dropped at your lack of response, pushing him further into thinking that he was right with everything he said. “Well thanks (Y/N)…” His tone became sombre, and he sighed.

“I love you; you’re overthinking all of this.” You whispered into the phone, completely ditching your shopping cart and exiting the store.

“So, what’s your excuse then?” His voice was softer now, his heart having melted as you professed your love to him.

“It’s true about avoiding you because of sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you. I’m just really hormonal right now and you’re hard to be around when I can’t have proper sex with you.” You paced through the streets fast, hoping no one could hear your conversation. “I’m sorry…” You knew he couldn’t see you, but you still couldn’t help the pout that formed on your face.

“Maybe we need some time apart anyway…a small break.” You gulped at his words but nodded anyway, humming in agreement. “I’ll see you on December the 1st.”

“Yeah okay…I love you.” Tears clouded your vision and you sniffed, hoping that it the microphone on your phone didn’t pick it up.

“I love you too.” With that he ended the call, leaving you to wallow in the regret at your own immaturity and selfishness.

 Day 30:

The past few weeks had been a blur. You didn’t see Donghyuck like he had suggested, but you did speak with him over the phone nearly every day. You hadn’t been living in complete solitude from him, but it felt like you had. The time you spent apart had made your heart long for his touch. Wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in his embrace with his lips pressed against your own. He felt the same way as you but hadn’t told you, not wanting you to know how much he yearned for you.

Using the key to the dorm that he’d given you, you let yourself in quietly, using the darkness of the halls to tiptoe to the room Donghyuck and Johnny shared. Donghyuck had let you know that Johnny would be gone for a few days so it would be safe for you to go and spend time with him without being disturbed. When he’d asked you to come over on the first day of December, he’d meant for you to arrive in the evening so that he could make dinner for you or order takeout and make it romantic for you. Hr wasn’t expecting you to let yourself into the dorm at 1am to surprise him.

When you’d been speaking to him over the phone during your “break”, he’d admitted that he had overreacted about not seeing you in 8 days. It was mostly his sexual frustration talking and he felt bad that he’d asked you if you even loved him. He also let slip that he can’t wait to be buried balls deep inside of you. So, you used this information to come up with a plan. The plan was, as soon as he could orgasm, you’d give him the best fuck or suck of his life. You weren’t sure what you wanted to feel you dick in your throat or in the pit of your stomach, so you just figured you’d make your mind up in the moment.

Pushing his door open as quietly as you could, your jaw dropped to the floor, arms folding across your chest as you took an intimidating stance. Donghyuck sat at his computer desk completely naked, a porn video of a petite girl getting rammed into form behind playing on his computer screen, and his hand gliding up and down his hard cock as such a rapid pace your eyes could only see his hand as a blur. He didn’t notice your presence, a high-pitched whine slipping from his plump lips and his head lolling back against his shoulders. You cleared your throat abruptly, tapping your foot on the floor impatiently and giving him a raised eyebrow with your lips pursed.

He almost jumped a foot in the air in surprise, his clean hand rushing to close the web browser in his shame. His head swivelled round to see who it was that caught him in his private moment, letting out a short sigh of relief when he noticed it was you.

“Baby what are you doing here?” He panted, out of breath still from his frivolous activity.

“I came to fuck you.” You used a monotone voice on him, not impressed whatsoever.

“You weren’t supposed to be here until later…” He mumbled, glancing down at his pulsing member and gulping before sheepishly looing back up at you. “Don’t be mad! I couldn’t wait any longer!” He immediately jumped to his own defence when he saw your mouth open ready to chide him.

“You couldn’t even wait half a day?!” You squealed at him, not meaning for your voice to come out so high-pitched but your frustration got to you. “You promised me you’d wait so you would have your first orgasm with me.” You stomped your foot and pouted at him like a spoilt brat.

“Well…I haven’t actually came yet so…” His eyes suddenly narrowed at you, his eyebrow raising suggestively and turning his deer caught in the headlights look into a sultry look. Your heart fluttered and you became conscious of the dampness inside your purple silk panties. You shrugged, abandoning the pissed off act and quickly dropping your jeans and panties to your ankles, kicking them off quickly to saunter over to him with your hips swaying.

“Works for me.” You climbed onto his lap, lining his cock up with your pussy and sinking down onto him with ease. A strangled gasp emitted from his throat, his hands automatically grasping your yours to keep you still. Your head fell forward, resting your forehead against the bare skin of his shoulder as you took in the feeling of how good his dick filled you to the brim.  “I’ve missed this.” You whispered breathlessly, your arms sliding over his slightly sweaty shoulders and holding him to you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much Hyuck.” Tilting your head to let your eyes linger on his beautiful profile.

“I’ve missed you too.” He sighed in utter contentment, turning his head to face you. His plump, warm lips enclosed on yours, the kiss being sweet and loving as you both basked in the feeling of your reconciliation. You slowly started to roll your hips into his, the overwhelming sensation of his cock stroking your tight walls making you pant whimpers into his mouth. Your hips broke away form his, but you didn’t move away, letting your cheek rest against his own as you started to bounce.

“Fuck baby girl!” He winced, the feeling of you on his cock bringing you closer to his high. “I’m sorry I’m cumming!” With a gasp he thrust up into you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he slammed you down on his cock. The knot in his stomach snapped, his orgasm crashing through him and white ropes of cum coating your insides.  He stilled your bouncing, keeping your sheathed on his cock and holding you as close as possible as he spilled his seed inside of you. “I’m sorry…I wanted to hold on, but I couldn’t.” He breathed fast, his chest rising and falling quickly. You weren’t mad that he came so quickly, you were sure he was probably close to the edge when you’d walked in on him if how quick he was jerking himself off was anything to go by.

“It’s o-” You were cut off by your own squeak when he rose to his feet with you in his arms. He threw you on the bed in a fit of lust, crawling over your body looking like a lion about to devour a lamb. “More than okay.” You murmured, biting your bottom lip as his own pillow soft lips found purchase on your neck. He sucked a dark, tender mark on your skin that sent sparks shooting straight down to your throbbing clit. You were too busy focussing on his lips that you didn’t notice him circle two fingers around your wet hole, until he rammed them inside you, pushing his own cum that was dripping from your hole back into your pussy at same time. “Hyuck!” You spread your legs further apart, bucking your hips up into his touch as his fingers made your walls tighten up.

You squeezed your eyes shut, stars dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as your legs started to quiver. His palm was pressed against your sensitive clit, stimulating it and causing a fire to burn through your aching heat.

“Oh god!” The fire blazed up your body, your toes curling and back arching from the sheets that were sticking to your sweat glazed body.

“Cum for me baby.” He growled, nipping at your neck and making your face screw up. You tensed up as you came on his fingers, the white-hot feeling making you squeal, tingles flying through your nerves and making your muscles shake. It took you a while to calm down, a smug look plastered on Donghyucks face as he watched you squirm, your hips finally stilling and eyes blinking open. “Was it worth the wait babe?” He leaned in and whispered against your parted lips, his fingers slipping from you and making a mess on his sheets as his cum mixed with your own slid from you. He trailed his tongue over the lining of your lips, chuckling lowly before kissing you sensually.

“Definitely.” You mumbled against his lips, your own stretching into a tired smile. A yawn momentarily took over your mouth as you stretched out on his bed.

“Go to sleep, you have a long month ahead of you.” He patted your thigh in encouragement with his clean hand as he rose from the bed, disappearing from the room to get a hot, wet cloth. When he came back, he started to clean you up, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his previous words.

“What do you mean about me having a long month ahead of me?” He slid the wet cloth over your breasts and up to your neck to clean you of your sweat, moving it back down to wipe away the mess he left between your thighs.

“I’m going to do destroy dick December!” He smiled widely, his face looking beautiful in the only light of the room which was coming from his computer. “Which means you’re gonna have a sore body by the end of the month.” He pressed a kiss to your navel after running the cloth back over your stomach, just enjoying the way you leaned into his touch every time he’d run the cloth over your ticklish parts.

“Do I really want to know what destroy dick December is?” You laughed at the name, finding the name immaturely funny.

“I have to nut the same amount of times as the date, so once on the 1st, twice on the 2nd and so on.” He threw the dirtied rag onto Johnny’s bed without a care in the world, snuggling into your side and pecking your lips tenderly.

“Rest in peace to our private parts.” You yawned, closing your eyes and clinging onto his warmth as sleep whisked you away to the land of dreams. Needless to say you had a very vivid dream about the month you had to come. 

No Nut November: Lee Donghyuck - Success.

[slashersteve]

No Shame

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warnings: there’s sex guys okay omg, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up don’t be like them)

summary: (y/n) sneaks into Steve's room at 2 am, and Steve decides to give her the best night of her life.

note: this is called no shame but why is that all i feel huh answer me im so sorry also this is a series on my archive and my first time actually posting a smut im BORED 

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While (y/n) considered herself to be spontaneous, Steve would describe it as more of impulsiveness. It was 2 in the morning, 2 in the damn morning , and here she was, tapping onto his window to his bedroom, his bedroom on the second floor of his house. Was this how girls felt when he used to do this? At least he'd ask first, not that he minded that (y/n) was here, as long as she wasn't crawling into some other guy's bedroom, but he would've liked a warning.

Her explanation was as she climbed into his room, very silently, "I was just in the neighborhood." Steve rubbed his tired eyes, laughing sarcastically at her joke. She lived in the house across from his, though he couldn't see it due to the trees, and long drive-way so of course she was in the neighborhood. He decided to just leave the window open, she would be leaving fairly soon and it was actually a pretty cool summer night. (y/n) herself was wearing a pair of jean shorts, and a loose fitted t-shirt that fell slightly over her shoulder. The first thing she did was fall onto Steve's messed up bed, arms and legs spread open as she sighed.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked again, going over to his door to make sure it was locked. Ironically, his parents were home, and if they found him with a girl in his bedroom, he'd get into quite a bit of trouble. It was easy enough to do this kind of stuff when they weren't there, as long as he wasn't caught that is. The other nights she would be here, they weren't home, and they were very closely caught one other time when she'd accidentally fallen asleep naked in his arms.

He remembered being vaguely aware of the opening of his bedroom door, and his mother telling him that they were home before he literally shoved her off of the bed. It wasn't about just keeping him out of trouble, he could handle his parents, but it was (y/n) he was trying to keep out of trouble- well out of the trouble she was almost always in. She had whined loudly, asking what the hell his problem was before realizing herself that his mom was just about to peek in. She had quickly slid underneath his bed and Steve pretended to be barely waking up, covering his body completely and telling his mom, "Good to know!"

Then when she was gone, he could hear (y/n) trying to smother her laughter as he nearly tripped over the sheets just to get the door closed properly and locked.

"That was so fucking close," Steve had said, feeling out of breath from the sudden rush of adrenaline of being caught. (y/n) slid out from under the bed, not even bothering to cover herself up as she stood up, rubbing the back of her head as she replied, "That would've been fun." He had felt really bad for shoving her off the bed like that, but she was in equal distress. She put on all of her clothes when she was climbing out of his window, she blew him a kiss and thanked him for the head-rush.

That was the closest they've ever been caught, and he was afraid that this time- they would most definitely get caught if they decided to do anything. The reason he was trying to keep her out of trouble was because her parents were much more strict than his were, as in they would keep her locked in her room for the rest of high school had they known she was sneaking around with Steve Harrington. They trusted him a lot, he'd been Little Steve, the boy next door who would occasionally help out with their yard for a little extra spending money, for as long as they knew him. He was pretty sure that if they knew their daughter who would bring him pink lemonade, and sandwiches in those times would end up in a very so and so relationship in the future with him they would've probably moved out of Hawkins and pretended they never knew any family by the name of Harrington. Dear god, they could never know.

(y/n) sat up, leaning back onto her elbows and tilting her head when she met Steve's gaze, "Oh come on, you know you're excited to see me." The tone in voice was teasing, making Steve shift in his spot by the door, "I was laying in bed, and just got so very, very bored. Then I started to think- what do I like to do for fun? And well- here I am." She gestured to the whole room, as much as Steve wanted to go over and do exactly what she wanted him to do, he stayed still, arms crossed and gazing at her. She wiggled her eyebrows, he rolled his eyes.

"No way, not tonight, my parents are home," Steve said, it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh please- you definitely know how to show a girl a good time either way- I heard the tales of the infamous King Steve, fucking girls when their parents are just down the hall," she sat up now, crossing her bottom legs together. While that was all true, very true, and not something he'd put on the skills section of his resume, but nevertheless a skill, he still was against this completely.

"I get caught (y/n), it's whatever, I will survive. You? Your parents will lock you in your room until graduation," Steve tried to explain. (y/n) groaned, throwing her head forward. She looked up at him now, and for a moment Steve thought that she was going to understand, get up, and climb out that window. It sure looked like that's what she was doing as he watched her stand up and go towards the window. He really should've known better though, when she suddenly was removing her t-shirt, and then her shorts. Steve felt his boxer shorts tighten just a little, it was just a natural reaction when it came to her by now.

(y/n) wasn't an idiot, she knew exactly what to do to get Steve going, she even wore his favorite panties of hers. She pretended that this night was one of her spontaneous urges, but really she had been planning this for a few days now. She hadn't seen Steve since his parents got home from their trip, and she'd been so incredibly hot and bothered without his touch. The hot make-out sessions behind the gym just weren't cutting for her, she had to get Steve's hands on her, feel his lips on every part of her body, feel him fill her up inside.

When this started at the start of the summer, she admitted she felt a bit pathetic and needy, practically begging Steve to touch her, to literally do anything when she was over for a get together with her parents and his. They left them there to go out for lunch together, thinking nothing would ever happen between Steve and (y/n). It was really their fault for believing that. (y/n) remembered the day as if it was yesterday, she was wearing her new one-piece polka dotted black bathing suit, lounging by the pool, Steve was in the water then, wearing nothing but a pair of bright red swimming shorts and she couldn't take her eyes off of the guy. Even when he saw her looking, she didn't even show a bit of shame. She felt dirty, inside and out, for looking at a boy, for thirsting after a boy she'd known since Elementary school. But the rush made it all the more better.

Maybe it was because she was hearing stories about her childhood friend Steve around high school, about how many girls he'd left satisfied, how many girls who wished to have another night with him, girls saying the real reason he was King Steve was because of how fucking good he was in the sack. Things that if her parents knew they would severe all ties with the Harrington's altogether just to keep their daughter away from some fiend like their son. (y/n) was a virgin then, and these rumors spiked her interest entirely, made her feel things that she was sure was super wrong. Growing up with her mother who was very, very against premarital sex, or honestly relationships before 18 or even 30, she wasn't allowed to explore herself or her sexuality at all. That if she'd thought of anything dirty, even if it was just holding a boy or girl's hand, it meant she was doing something wrong. But that's exactly what made (y/n) so very, very excited. It's what made her make the choice she made that day, and every choice after that.

She would say that was one of her spontaneous, out of the blue moments, but like right now, that just was not true, she had been dying for a moment like that for weeks now. And what a moment that was, it was written in the damn stars when she watched him get out the pool, trunks sticking to his skin, shaping his thighs and then some. He was soaking wet, skin glistening underneath the hot sun, she couldn't help it when her teeth went over her lips. When his eyes had met hers, she thought she would've died of embarrassment, but no. It was something she wanted, she didn't care if he declined her and their friendship was ruined for the rest of their lives, at least she gave it a shot.

Steve had been surprised by her behavior, not expecting her out of all people to behave in such a way. She was practically eye-fucking him, and while he initially thought it made him uncomfortable- he realized it was quite the opposite. The way she looked laying there, chest heaving up and down slightly, bare legs glowing under the sun, and the way her bathing suit hugged her body(which he noticed before but pushed the thoughts away quickly).

Maybe it was a spontaneous moment for him. Because she got up, and walked towards him, and he didn't even hesitate to kiss her when she was close enough. Then they kissed some more, and then they were suddenly inside the pool shed. It was there, when his swim trunks were around his ankles, the top of her suit was pushed down, his hands in between her legs, did Steve gain control of himself, realizing what he was doing, realizing and remembering who this was panting and desperately grinding herself against his fingers.

"Shit- fuck - what are we doing?" he had asked, (y/n) was in too much of euphoria feeling his hands on her most vulnerable spot to even answer him properly, her words coming out as just a whine. She didn't even think about the fact that she was about to lose her virginity to Steve Harrington in a pool-shed, a pool-shed of all places, not until Steve had told her. She always thought she'd lose it on her wedding night, if that ever even came, or she could wait that long, because after getting a taste of it- if Steve wouldn't do this, then she thought she'd definitely want to find someone else who would.

"Fuck- Steve- please," she nearly begged, looking up at him with wide eyes, "I want this, fuck I want this so bad." Those words made Steve's dick twitch, and he had to bite his inner cheek to stop himself from groaning, "Just one time, okay, one time, and we don't- we don't have to do anything again or talk about it again. Just please just- just fuck me." The words that came out of her lips was something he'd never imagine coming out of there, and something he never imagined would've turned him on so much.

So, he did just that, pulling his fingers out of her wetness to pull down her entire bathing suit, stroking himself a few times before lifting her body up and pushing her against the wall, aligning himself with her entrance. (y/n) was in ecstasy at this point, not even caring that her parents could freely just walk into the backyard, coming back early from their lunch with Steve's parents and hear her very loud moans. She would endure the prison cell her room would be and the loss of contact because at the moment, it was worth it- especially he pushed himself slowly into her, until he filled her up completely. Steve loved how she felt against him, how tight she was around him, the feeling of her nails digging into his back, legs wrapped perfectly around him as he slowly started to push in and out of her, the pool shed full of the sound of theirs moans and grunts, and the way she was screaming his name. He loved that, a lot . And when it was over, they both knew that this definitely wasn't going to be the last time.

And it wasn't.

Because 2 months later, here they were standing in his bedroom at two in the fucking morning with his parents sleeping soundly in their bedroom just down the hall. (y/n) stood in front of him in just her underwear, breasts out in the open for his hungry eyes to see underneath the dim light of his bedside lamp he'd switched on the moment he heard her tapping on his window. She was smiling at him, that same teasing smile that he almost took as a taunt. Like she was saying 'I'm standing here, with just my panties on in the middle of your bedroom. What are you going to do about it huh?' Steve could think of a million ways he could do something about that. Just the thought was making his dick harden in his boxer shorts, and he thought well she did come all this way .

When he finally spoke, his voices were a view octaves lower that only made (y/n) become excited, "You always get your way don't you?"

(y/n) grinned like a cat now, and shrugged, "You make it so easy."

He let out a breath through his nose, tearing his eyes away from her a second, but that was just to double check if the door was locked. When the doorknob didn't budge when he tried to turn it, he turned back to her, his eyes becoming darker with desire and need. He walked towards her, grabbing her hips and pulling her body tightly against his as she giggled. With his face dangerously close to hers, he said, "I'll fuck you, but you have to be quiet."

The way he said it made her body shiver all over, so much that Steve even felt it, a smirk resting on his lips as he saw how even more excited she'd become.

"I can do that," she said in a whisper. He raised a brow, wanting to believe that she could but he knew she honestly probably couldn't. That was okay though, he knew exactly what to do about that, he'd done this before many times with girls that weren't her, not in a while of course ever since the relationship started- but Steve still knew what to do. He thought perhaps that's why she was so excited, she admitted to him when they were getting busy in the backseat of his car that she heard all about his sexual escapades from certain girls at school, and how that ignited her to start this with him. She was excited because this was something out of those moments, except for him it would be it was his own parents home and not the girl's. He licked his lips. Knowing he wanted to make this extra good for her.

He leaned down, kissing her. In moments like this, their kisses were always quick and messy, he was the much more experienced one between the two of them, so he always set the pace for their kisses, which were usually nothing but ferocious and wet. This time, his kiss was well- gentle. And it was a surprise, a very pleasant one. One hand had moved from her waist all the way up her and then to behind her head as he kissed her, pushing his tongue between her parted lips and tasting her completely. She'd never been kissed like this by him before, expecting a quick fuck then her hopping her happy, satisfied ass out the window and back to her own room. It was different, and she liked it.

Steve didn't notice that he was kissing her differently, the idea in his mind was only 'make this the best night of her life with him' doing what he just thought was right, and boy was it a good choice because it was making (y/n) extremely weak in the knees as his tongue moved around her mouth, clashing with hers, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on the back of her head. She let out a soft moan, especially when the hand on her waist moved down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. That was when the kiss started to turn into what she was used to, her hands moving up to grip his shoulders, biting down onto his lower lip making him practically growl. The sound made her squeeze her legs together feeling the wetness that was already there.

He pushed her backwards towards his bed, and she fell softly onto the messed up covers, looking at him with dilated pupils. Steve ran his tongue across his bottom lip as his eyes shamelessly swept across her breast, then downwards at her panties, biting his lip. She whines underneath him, making him look back at her and smirk while he shook his head.

"You have to be quiet," he said again, "If you don't- I'll just have to stop here..." he let both of his hands grip her breasts, making her breath hitch and her upper body lift up slightly, "And send you home. I'm pretty sure you don't want to have to go home when you're this wet right?" His knee now pressed against her, feeling her wetness soak through her panties onto his knee. (y/n) gasped, locking legs around his knee as he applied more pressure.

"Oh shut up-" she said, voice cracking slightly as she rocked against his knee, "You like it when I'm loud."

And that was true, so very true, and he had no problem in admitting that, especially when it was his name that was being called out from her lips, his name because he was making her feel too good. But tonight, Steve found it as a challenge for her and himself, to keep her quiet so his parents won't wake up, thus ending this entire relationship altogether. She was never one to comply though, Steve knew that for a fact, he wasn't lying when he said she always got her way, but not tonight she would. He would keep her quiet, but he wanted to play with her a bit before that, let her believe that he'd let her do what she wants.

Massaging her left breast, he latched his lips onto her right, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud and keeping his eyes trained at the bottom of her face as she shamelessly let out moans and gasps, grinding against his knee to find any sort of relief. Just as Steve thought, she wasn't keeping quiet. He moved his lips off of her, trailing kiss up the side of her neck, then forcing his lips against her, drowning out her soft sighs and moans. Her hand moved, grabbing his erection and he hissed into her lips, she started to try to put her hands into his boxers, but he stopped her, pressing his knee tighter against her. She hummed quite loudly, and he laughed.

Steve began to kiss down her body again, this time going between her breasts, and over her stomach when he met the waistband of her panties, she was squirming knowing what was coming next. His hands gently began to pull down her underwear, revealing her aching heat to him. He gazed up at her, she was on her elbows again, looking down at him with an almost pained look. Steve knew at that moment that this wasn't a spontaneous moment of hers, she missed him as much he missed her, the look in her eyes was telling him that. He licked her lips, keeping his eyes on her as he pressed an open mouthed kiss on her left inner thigh, feeling how hot her skin was.

(y/n) was quickly becoming a mess, watching him intently as she let out her soft whines of his name. Steve didn't tear his eyes away from her as his kisses inched closer to where she wanted his mouth the most, when he was just about to reach there, her legs practically shaking- his eyebrows wiggled as he switched to the other.

"Oh for the love of god," she said, not using her indoor voice, falling back onto the bed. Steve laughed against her thigh, his hot breath tickling her, sending another rush of pleasure through her, "Steve- come on- come on."

"Be quiet," he told her firmly, hooking his arms underneath her thighs.

"How can I when you're being such a fucking tease?" she was annoyed, but she was also quite enjoying this, enjoying the buildup, enjoying the attention he was giving to her pleasure, but if he didn't do anything soon she was going to shove him off and make herself come. Oh but she didn't want to do that- she didn't come here to do something she could do herself. The wait would be worth it, worth it completely.

His mouth was on her almost a second after that, licking a long stripe between her folds, making her squeak out of surprise and pleasure, lifting the bottom part of her body upwards. His arms held her in place, before he buried his mouth in her cunt. She didn't stop the moan from her lips, falling backwards onto the bed and gripping his bed sheets.

"Oh fuck Steve, you always do such a-" she started to speak, but suddenly one of his hands was removed from her legs and his mouth was off of her, he practically glared at her before he reached upwards, holding up her discarded panties, and shoving it into her mouth. Her words were muffled, and she coughed questionably- wondering what the fuck Steve just stuck in her mouth, but before she could even attempt to ask- his mouth was back on her, and she literally could care less about what was gagging her. His tongue delved inside of her, nose rubbing against her clit sending waves up pleasure on her body.

She was quiet, well quieter. Her moans being muffled by the fabric stuffed in between her lips, biting down on it as she squirmed and closed her eyes.

Steve kept his eyes on her, seeing the dark pink lace fabric between her lips moving slightly as she whimpered. Steve sucked onto her folds, groaning at the taste he could never get enough of.

"That shut you up finally," he said against her sex, voice deeper and hoarser, "You taste so fucking good, can't get enough of this-" She answered that by grabbing his head, entangling her hands into his messy brown hair, begging him to continue eating her out. He complied, practically began to tongue fuck her, then suck on her clit as she started to shake underneath him. Biting down on the fabric, he could hear her muffled voice say "Steve!"

Even with that gag, she was still so fucking loud and he loved it.

He could tell she was close, attempting to get out of his grip in order to tighten her legs around him, but he kept her in place, sucking shamelessly on her clit that sent her into a frenzy, moving her body the best she could to grind against his face. Honestly, he was surprised his parents hadn't come banging on his bedroom door yet- asking him what the fuck was going on there. That would really kill the mood, but her muffled moans that were still quite loud were music to his ears, especially when she finally did come. He was lapping at her cunt, tasting every inch of her with his tongue when she gripped his hair a little too tightly folded upwards, feeling that pleasure suddenly burst- coursing through her entire body, he groaned desperately against her lips as he tasted her cum- lapping at her cum like a man deprived of it as she trembled beneath him.

When the grip she had on his hair loosened, Steve removed his lips from her. She just laid there, body almost limp, her chest heaving up and down. He looked completely sexy and erotic to her right now, his hair disheveled, pink lips plump and wet, chin wet with her release, then he ran his tongue over his lips. (y/n) whimpered at that, and Steve wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. The sight of her before him was interesting, laying there coming down from her orgasm, dark pink panties sticking out of her mouth, a sheen of sweat glistened all over her. The room stunk of sex, and sweat- even if his parents knocked on his door asking what all the ruckus was and he threw her off of the bed like that other morning- they'd just know. Steve groaned, applying pressure to his ignored erection in the mattress when his eyes met her wet cunt again.

(y/n) got a hold of herself, that mind blowing orgasm made her not move for just a damn minute. Steve had eaten her out a number of times, but he'd never made her come that hard before, and when she saw him grinding not so discreetly against the mattress- she felt another rush of desire before her. Forgetting about the panties in her mouth, in fact not even caring all that much, she grabbed Steve by his shoulders, pulling him upwards on top of her.

She used her feet to push down his boxers, and Steve quickly removed them himself, pushing himself inside of her all at once using the wetness from her release. A curse word slipping from his lips when he was completely inside of her heat. She drawled out a long, suppressed moan against his ear, his head fell in the crook of her neck, placing a wet kiss there.

"Fuck I love the way you feel, always so fucking wet and tight," he said against her skin, kissing her in the same spot again. She replied with a hum, nuzzling her face into his hair, her hands were snaked around his arms, hands pressed against his shoulder blades, her legs wrapped tightly around him, encouraging him to move against her. He began to move, sliding in and out of her in quick thrusts, she pressed her face now into his hair, and he began to muffle his own fairly loud groans against her skin, biting ever so often, knowing that just might leave a mark.

Drunk on his passion, Steve started to pick up the pace, the sound of both of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking echoing in both of their ears along with her suppressed moans, and phrases that sounded very much like 'Yes Steve! Yes fuck me Steve!' He'd had enough of that stupid gag, leaning upwards finally to pull it out of her mouth, not giving a fuck if they were caught. He would lie, he would say it was someone else, he didn't care.

At an instant, (y/n) cried out his name, "Steve!" He started to fuck her harder, growling as he pounded shamelessly in and out of her, pushing her legs apart in order to push deeper inside of her. That made (y/n) literally scream his name that prompted Steve to kiss her, drowning out that scream. (y/n) kissed him ravenously, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She came again, it came quick and made her choke on his tongue and Steve wasn't very far behind.

He let out a rough whine, feeling his own orgasm coming fast. He pulled out of (y/n) just as he came, hands viciously jacking himself off as he dirtied her up with his cum. It fell heavy and hot on her thighs and part of her stomach. His entire body was a flushed pink color as he panted, lips open, and eyebrows furrowed. He stopped his movements, falling forward on top of her, feeling his own cum against him and not caring, resting his head against her rising chest.

(y/n) let out a very loud satisfied sigh, and he felt her hands gently kneed themselves through his hair, making him look up at her, she moved some of his hair out of his face, and she grinned, "That was fucking amazing." Steve didn't want to toot his own horn, but yeah that was pretty fucking great. Plus, he enjoyed feeling her hands massage his scalp slightly, relishing in the moment before she'd have to get up and get herself cleaned up and go out her window. It had always been this between them since those two months, and at this point, Steve didn't know what this relationship was and didn't care, it was fun especially with her. He hadn't been with another girl since then, haven't even thought about it. Why would he go off with some other girl when the perfect one was right here running her hands through his hair after a good fucking?

He wouldn't realize until much later that he'd let her do practically anything, if she asked him to rob a bank he wouldn't even hesitate, as long as she let him kiss her until neither of them could breath anymore. Hell, she could end this tomorrow and run off with some other guy, and there wouldn't be a damn thing he could do about it but cherish the moments between them.

(y/n) couldn't go just yet, he just fucked her into next week- how the hell is she going to be able to climb out the window with these wobbly ass legs? But it had to be done, if she laid here with Steve laying on her like this she might fall asleep in his arms, which she didn't actually mind, but it was too risky. Like this wasn't, she thought amusingly. She moved to sit up and Steve reluctantly got off of her with a whine. He slid on his discarded boxers, going over the bathroom to get a wet towel to help clean her and him off. That was when (y/n) sat up, her hand touching the wet object that Steve had stuck in her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet. She picked up the very familiar cloth, and couldn't stop the laugh that came out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck you Steve," she said just as he walked back into his bedroom, the light from the bathroom shining on her sitting there holding her underwear in one hand and giving him an amused look. Steve smirked and shrugged.

"Had to find some way to shut you up," he replied, starting to wipe her inner thighs and stomach. She laid back, looking at her panties and laughed.

"My own panties, you're so kinky Harrington," she wiggled her eyebrows, making him roll his eyes thinking for a moment that this was the girl who literally was too scared to say a curse word as a middle school to saying crude things like that.

"It's not a kink, any cloth would've done," he said, (y/n) scoffed not believing that for a second.

"Yeah right- I saw the way you were looking at it in my mouth." Then again, she didn't know what even was in her mouth and she hated to admit it- but that's kind of fucking hot.

"It might be just a little bit of a kink," he said rubbing the back of his neck almost embarrassed, (y/n) hummed.

"Thought so."

Steve leaned over her, their noses almost touching and he said in a gruff voice, "But I much prefer hearing you scream my name, instead of those muffled ones you were giving me. You just wouldn't be quiet." (y/n) nipped at his lips, and when he tried to kiss her, she dodged him by shoving him off and rolling off of the bed, knowing if they started something again she'd never leave. She could stay until the morning like last time, but the idea of sleeping in too late and waking up to knocking her head against the floor wasn't so appealing. He watched as he put on her shirt, then slid on her shorts. Steve raised a brow and grabbed the panties she tossed aside.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" (y/n) looked at him, then the panties, then back at him and shook her head. Steve gripped them between his hands and she said, "Keep them Harrington, I'll be back for them tomorrow night so we might just need them." Steve's eyes darkened slightly, and she shot him a wink as she climbed out the window. Steve watched her carefully climb onto the room, then slide off of the side of it, landing onto the lawn chair she set there, her sandals set down neatly at the side.

When she was on the ground, picking up her sandals, she looked up at Steve and waved at him as if it was just a visit between two best friends. Steve stupidly waved back, and she turned around, walking past the pool silently, hips swaying just a little bit more than usual. Steve watched her until she disappeared behind the back gate, and when she was gone, he looked down at her panties, still wet with her own saliva. He felt his dick twitch in his boxers, dammit.

He shoved them into his side dresser, and looked at his messed up bed, seeing wet spots where her thighs once were, and he removed the sheet, shoving it into his hamper. He'd have to get up early to wash his sheets, because if he didn't her scent would be all over it and he'd never get some decent amount of sleep. Well, he guessed that didn't matter- because she was coming back tomorrow night, which from the events of this night-  he wouldn't be getting any sleep anyway.

And damn he couldn't wait.

[kell-be-belle]

A Moment of Your Time

@sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo​

Prompt: Vanilla/Missionary

Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier

Rating: Mature 

Content Warnings: None

Summary:  While traveling on the Path, certain needs tend to fall to the wayside. When Jaskier and Geralt finally work up the courage to ask for some alone time, things don't go exactly as one would expect, but needs are met all the same.

Ao3

The fact that Ciri was looking up at them with those wide, innocuous eyes was what really made Geralt feel as though he were trapped in some kind of waking a nightmare. He had attempted to dissuade Jaskier; assure him that this was wholly necessary and that the two of them could contain themselves until they arrived at Kaer Morhen. Initially, they had agreed upon the matter, but with their destination still off by weeks of hard travel, the resolve wore thinner with each passing day. No, Jaskier had insisted, this was something that had to be done. With the distraction of their situation effectively satiated, they would be better equipped to see themselves safely home for the winter. It was a logic that was difficult to argue with and Geralt was hard pressed to agree, but that did not make the situation any less… mortifying.     

“Ciri,” Jaskier began, clearing his throat into the curved shape of his fist. “Geralt and I have been doing some talking and there is, uh… there is something that the two of us must, uh… m-must do. Well, I suppose we don't well and truly have to, I mean we are capable of self restraint, b-but it would honestly be a great relief to us both.” 

Geralt could not believe this was happening. He could not believe that he was allowing himself to sit complacently by and watch it all unfold. Blushing was not something Geralt was physically capable of doing, but if it were he was sure his face would be as alarmingly red as the wild beet stew they had eaten for dinner last night. Ciri looked up at them with those doe-like eyes, her head quizzically tilted to one side. The very picture of innocence.  

Sweet Melitile, they were really doing it. 

Jaskier continued, his hands fluttering restlessly about him like a pair of escaped birds, “You see, Ciri, when, uh… when adults are in love they need, err- oh, how do I…. Adults who are in love need time. Alone. Yes, time alone. To reaffirm to each other that they love each other. And while Geralt and I love each other most ardently, it has been, um… well, quite some time since we’ve reminded each other in this particular fashion. Three weeks and two days, but who’s counting.” The bark of his laughter bordered on hysterical.  

If the Earth could have opened wide and swallowed him whole, Geralt desperately wished it would at that moment. He was not opposed to spontaneous combustion, either. Honestly, anything so that he didn’t have to witness the way Ciri furrowed her pale brows. Watch the way her gaze flickered between the pair of them. 

“Are… are you guys asking me to give you alone time so you can… have sex?”

Geralt immediately answered with a harsh ‘no’ promptly at the same moment that Jaskier answered with a resigned ‘yes’. Geralt whirled on Jaskier, astounded that he would admit such a thing to a young girl so freely. 

“What?” He snapped upon seeing Geralt’s scandalized expression. “She clearly knows what she’s talking about and I am not going to disrespect her by pretending she doesn’t…. So, in answer to your question Ciri, yes. Geralt and I are asking to have some alone time so that we may have sex.” 

Geralt had wished for his spontaneous demise before, but he now called upon every demon, deity, and flea-bitten magic goat to make it so.  

For several moments, Ciri looked silently between them, the corners of her mouth drawn back in a display of disgust. Just when Geralt thought the shame would eat him alive, she grumbled, “Gross.” and planted her palms into the dirt beneath her, pushing herself to her feet. “You two are almost as bad as Grandmother and Eist.” 

Geralt and Jaskier watched aimlessly as she bustled about their little camp and began to gather provisions. She loaded her satchel with half a loaf of bread and some hard cheese. She then proceeded to rummage through Geralt’s pack and procure his battered copy of the bestiary as well as some parchment and a quill from Jaskier’s bag. Geralt could hear Jaskier swallow thickly as he noticed it was his most favorite quill clutched in her little fist, but he dared not to say a word.    

After she had finished her raid, Ciri whirled back on the two of them with a look of resigned determination, ���I am going to be down by the stream. I will be back in exactly one hour. If I come back and find any,” She swallowed as if resisting the urge to gag. “Evidence then I swear I will leave you both here.” She hefted the satchel over her shoulder and turned in the direction of the aforementioned stream. “And no noise! I want to hear nothing more than the rustle of leaves and birdsong!” 

Bewildered by the smoothness at which their request was granted, Geralt and Jaskier stared aimlessly at the empty space Ciri had occupied for several moments. Jaskier at last broke the silence with a breathless affirmation, “That worked.” He huffed a little laugh and pushed a hand through his hair, “I can’t believe that actually worked.”

Geralt is still so dumbfounded by the success of the exchange that he is caught off guard as the front of his tunic is snatched in the remarkably strong grasp of Jaskier’s slender hands. Geralt is entirely pliant, swept helplessly away in the current of Jaskier’s movements. One moment he is being shoved bodily towards the patch of flattened earth where their bedrolls lay in their customary fashion of side by side. The next, he is blinking up in the pale patches of sky that peek between the thinning canopy of the trees surrounding them. His hips are pinned into the straw of the mattress by the bracket of Jaskier’s muscular thighs.    

Jaskier brings their mouths together in a fervent clash, all clacking teeth and pressing tongues. It knocks the breath from Geralt and leaves him gasping into Jaskier’s mouth. There are stars bursting in the darkness behind his eyelids by the time Jaskier releases him. 

“Melitele’s sweet, merciful tits,” Jaskier groans as he withdraws, swiping a tongue along the freshly swollen curve of his bottom lip. “I needed this so badly.” He rolls his hips gingerly against Geralt’s and he can already feel the hard curve of his cock pressing against the inner seam of his trousers. The roguish grin that splits across his mouth is positively devastating. “See how much I’ve been in want of you, darling? You’ve got me half hard already just on the sweet taste of your mouth.” His lithe musician’s fingers are already engaged in a heated battle with the fastenings of Geralt’s tunic. “How long has it been, my love? Weeks, months, centuries?” 

Geralt hisses as his flushed skin is exposed to the chilled forest air, “As I recall, it’s been three weeks and two days.”  

Jaskier leans over him and nips vindictively in the hollow beneath Geralt’s ear knowing full well that it would drive him mad with wanting. “Now, now don’t be a smartass. Three weeks, three months, three years, my point is it has been far too long. I’ve nearly forgotten what it feels like to get railed by your massive dick and I am in desperate need of a thorough reminder.” 

Geralt chuckles, “There is still a lot of walking left to do. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Jaskier growled and nipped again at the sensitive spot. Their lack of contact in recent weeks had left Geralt feeling raw and overly sensitive like an exposed nerve. A keen swelled in the back of his throat and he trapped it behind the clench of his teeth. “I will be bitching the rest of the way to Kaer Morhen no matter what and I think we would both rather it be from a thorough dicking than dissatisfaction.”  

Arousal spiked inside Geralt with a dizzying ferocity; hitting him like a second glass of wine swallowed down too quickly. The edges of him feel blurred, like his thoughts and his movements have fallen out of sync. He can feel himself reacting, feel the tightening in his trousers as his cock swells. His mind is struggling to catch up, delayed by the processing of all the new stimuli. The damp smell of the earth beneath him, the weight of Jaskier atop him, the sting of the fresh bite below his ear and the hot breath panting against the shell. All of it buzzes in his skull like a hive of disturbed bees and he struggles not to be overwhelmed. 

Geralt’s heart thumps hard in his chest, teetering precariously on the line between thrilling and maddening.

Jaskier grinds his hips down in a sinuous roll. The friction created by his weight and the drag of their thick winter clothing sets Geralt alight. Heat simmers under his skin like water just on the edge of boiling. Instinctively, his body arches up into the pressure, seeking more of that delicious friction. “An hour is plenty of time.” Jaskier breathes against his jaw. Geralt can feel the impish curve of his grin. “With your stamina, you could fuck me at least twice. Three times if we’re efficient about it.”  

While the thought of fucking Jaskier senseless still registers somewhere in Geralt’s mind as something he very much wants to do, it is scattered in the throng of other things. Honestly, Geralt hadn’t expected any of this was going to work. He had been fully prepared to spend the evening as he had been, with a frustrating ache in his balls. It was not something he was unused to. Before Jaskier, he went without more often than not. Waking up with Jaskier’s morning wood prodding into his backside admittedly made things slightly more difficult, but Geralt would ultimately survive. The unexpected shift in plans partnered with Jaskier’s enthusiasm, while welcome, made him feel overwhelmed.

There was heat in stomach and coursing through his veins and the drag of his trousers on his cock, the bracket of Jaskier’s hips caging him in. The scent of the earth and the musk of arousal and Jaskier’s sweet almond oil. Heat. Scent. Birds fluttering through the trees. Heat. Jaskier. The sting of the bite in the hollow of his ear. Heat. 

Geralt was so disoriented by the maelstrom of his own thoughts that he hadn’t registered the sound of his name. Jaskier had said it three times before it reached him through the din and he blinked up at the bard with wild, blown out eyes. Jaskier looked down at him worriedly, melding the curve of his palm against Geralt’s jaw. It cupped his face flawlessly as if that were the only purpose it was ever meant to serve. “Is something the matter? You have this look on your face.” 

Maybe it was because he was used to compromising or perhaps it was because Jaskier looked so pretty with his flushed cheeks and mused hair, but Geralt clenched his jaw and shook his head. “N-no, nothing.” Which was about as wholly unconvincing as he could be. It didn’t take Jaskier’s shrewdness to know something was amiss.      

“It’s not nothing. You know better by now, dear heart. Your feelings are important to me.” The tempered scrape of Jaskier’s calloused thumb against his cheek mollified Geralt like a child soothed by a lullaby. It quieted the din of his thoughts to the point that he could hear over them once more.  

With gentle pressure Jaskier tipped Geralt’s face, prompting him to meet his gaze, “Talk to me.” 

Faced with the boundless blue of Jaskier’s eyes Geralt felt his resolve promptly melt away like the last of winter’s frost with the first ray of spring sunshine. Yes, he did know better. In all the time they had known one another, Jaskier had never once made Geralt feel as though he were invalid; that his feelings were anything other than the most precious of treasures. 

Geralt worked his jaw, swiped a tongue across his kiss swollen lips as he took a moment to form words, “Sorry, it… it was just a bit much all at once.”

Jaskier clucked his tongue. Brushed a loose strand of white hair behind Geralt’s ear. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to Geralt’s forehead and the soft huff of his breath in his hair makes Geralt’s stomach flutter as if filled with butterflies. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not feeling up to it. Despite my lamenting, I won’t actually die without sex for a couple more weeks. Or ever if that was what you wanted.” 

Geralt chuckled, “No, definitely not that.” And Jaskier chuckled, too. “It’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me, I’m just as frustrated as you, it’s just…” He trailed off and Jaskier waited with the patience of a saint. Caressing Geralt’s cheek and pressing tender, encouraging kisses into his hair. “I just… I know we don’t have much time, but I want to try and take it slow. Enjoy it. I… I’ve missed you.”  

The fondness in Jaskier’s gaze made a warmth pool in Geralt’s chest; filled him with an effervescence like a goblet brimming with honeyed mead. “And I you.” He leans down to take Geralt’s lips once more. It is just as passionate, just as wanting, but he takes his time to savor it. He sucks Geralt’s tongue, traces the edges of his teeth. The fringe of his ridiculous bangs tickle pleasantly against Geralt’s forehead like the brush of a feather.

When Jaskier pulls away once more, the light from the sun shines around him in a halo and Geralt thinks him something dazzling and otherworldly. “It is as I said, isn’t it? Sex is just another way to show the person you love just how much you love them. And I love you, Geralt. Truly,” He punctuates with a kiss to the Geralt’s forehead, “wholly,” then one to the apple of each cheek, “unconditionally.” and at last his lips. An hour wasn’t much time, but they would be sure to make the most of it.   

[kylo-hen]

The Milk Man

A/N Hello I wrote this while I was in a Sackler mood yesterday at like 4 am and its the first actual smut I’ve written so bare with me! There is quite a bit of build up because for some reason I love establishing characters. It’s also vaguely  plus sized!reader but not strictly! Anyways, hope you enjoy & my inbox is always open for requests/feedback.

Adam Sackler x Reader

Summary: You run into an intense man in the dairy section in the dairy isle one Saturday Morning, and by Saturday Night he’s in your bed.

Warnings: SMUT! Spanking, name calling, Oral (F receiving), hair pulling, longer build up, and oat milk.

    Living in New York has its odd challenges here and there. There aren’t dishwashers in unit, rent is the price of one’s soul, people were colder, and grocery shopping was a drag. This Saturday morning was supposed to be relaxing, no work, no designs, no awkward booty calls from dudes I met in the club a moth ago looking for some action. It was all looking up until I looked in my fridge and remembered the Wednesday ritual was pushed back because of a meeting.

     With a groan I resigned myself to the reality that I would have to do some chores before I could allow myself the relaxing pamper day I deserved. Once I was out of my apartment, down a couple blocks, and at the grocery store I was relieved to know that on a Saturday morning it was pretty empty. Only a couple people that really just ignored each other as they passed in the cereal isle or the small produce section.

     It was an overall normal trip until I made it to the dairy section. There in front of the large selection of milk stood, what I could only describe as, a smoldering giant hunched over a comedically small phone.

    Usually in this kind of situation I would let them be, but he just happened to be in front of the only brand of Oat Milk I actually like, so it seemed like I would have to wait it out. This dude, however, was not one to mind social cues. After what felt like five minutes of awkwardly waiting off to the side for this dude to get the message and move on from the last bit of the store I needed before I could get on with my day, I decided he wouldn’t move without a nudge.

     “Ehm,” I cleared my throat softly, hoping that would alert him to my presence, “Excuse me.” The man barely grunted, acknowledging I was there but continuing to frustratedly channel into whatever he was doing on his phone. “Excuse me?” I said louder, hoping to get a civil response.

    “What the fuck do you want?” He finally snapped at me, actually turning to look at me. That was also the first time I was able to see him fully. The man was hot, I’ll give him that much. His tall frame matched by solid muscle, a tasteful amount of facial hair that suited the intense features, and now a scowl. A scowl that was presently pointed in my direction while I ogled at him. “What the fuck do you want?” he demanded again; this time much harsher. I took a step back, not really expecting this full-bodied giant to be yelling at me on a Saturday morning in the grocery.

    “Fuck,” I muttered to myself trying to dip into some of my confidence I gained in the years living here and finding it much harder to let his anger flow off my skin as it usually does. “I’m- fuck- I just need some of the oat milk and you-“ I rambled on but stopped at the sound of a deep sigh from the man in front of me. “I’m sorry, I’ll just-“ I abruptly turned, figuring the milk wasn’t even worth it anymore. The experience spoiled any hopes for a peaceful day, and the faster I made it back to my apartment the faster I could wallow in the new mood crashing over me.

     “Wait, shit!” I heard from behind me before I felt two large hands brace my shoulders. One thing the man didn’t expect was for my self defense lessons to kick in the second he grabbed me. I swung my elbow into his stomach, well because of his height it ended up being more of an elbow to the man’s balls. As I turned and backed away from him, I noticed in his hands he had the milk I was looking at earlier. Shit fuck fucking shit fuck! He was trying to give me the fucking milk!

    “Oh my god, I’m so sorry fuck, shit!” I moved to help him stand up, his face beet red a twisted up as he processed the pain, I unintentionally put him in.

    “Fuuuck,” he groaned out while he took some deep breathes, “I, fuck you’re a good shot… I just wanted to give you the fuckin’ milk.” He muttered out, still mostly bent over. Guilt washed over me in waves. I just attacked the poor guy trying to give me milk, even if he yelled at me earlier. Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that. My body heated up in shame, burning from the inside out, hoping that I could just melt within my own skin. The day only getting worse by the minute, I prayed that I would get to my apartment in peace so I wouldn’t cause any more damage.

    “I’m so fucking sorry,” I said again, not being able to emphasize it enough, as he began to recover more and more, and stand taller but not his full height, “Thank you for the milk.” I said still feeling the dark pungent shame in my chest. As he stood up more and more, he handed me the milk.

    “Don’t-“ he breathed sharply, still regaining his footing after being in pain, “Don’t apologize kid.” He muttered the name out at me and I wondered how old he was suddenly, or how young I looked trembling in the middle of the grocery store. “I was a dick.” He breathed and straightened fully, towering over me.

    “No, no, “ I denied his apology, shocked that he wasn’t pissed anymore, “I shouldn’t just go around attacking people, you didn’t deserve that.” I took the milk that I realized he was trying to give me still.

    “Nah, don’t sweat it kid,” again with the fucking nickname, oddly enough it lit a fire in me somewhere I hadn’t felt in years. “I should’ve known better than to just grab a lady.” He smiled at me, chuckling at his own joke and I smiled with him. His moods sending me for a bit of a loop, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle myself.

    “I still feel bad,” I admitted to him, he tilted his head curiously, “could I get you a cup of coffee or something?” I offered, hoping that he wouldn’t be too offended by the offer. Something about this man was drawing me in, his effect leaving me wanting more and more. What the hell is going on with me today?

   “Oh, I don’t drink coffee.” He stated, rejecting me bluntly and with that statement. The shame bubbled hire a fire burning in my cheeks whether he can see it or not I was embarrassed. Another time I put myself out there, thinking I read a situation one way, and it going very differently. My eyes suddenly very interested at the floor rather than the attractive man before me. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, “Not, I don’t drink coffee but maybe we could get lunch or some shit?” he offered with a cocky smile.

    My eyes snapped up to meet his, a warm feeling that for once wasn’t shame flooded my veins, I smiled at him in return, “Yeah we can get lunch and shit.” I replied easily, proud of myself for regaining some of that confidence I usually held. But then I remembered where we were, and that I had a cart full of groceries I needed to get home, it seemed he was coming down in the same way. “Actually…” I trailed off, not knowing his name.

    “Adam.” He answered and shook the milk carton playfully in lou of my hand, “Adam Sackler.” His crooked teeth poking out through his smile making my heart pound faster in my chest.

    “Adam,” I hummed, testing out the way his name felt on my lips. It felt like they were always meant to say his name. “Since you don’t drink coffee, which seems sac religious to me,” I allowed myself to flirt with him, testing the water, “And I’ve got a shit ton of groceries to put away, what about dinner tonight?” I asked.

     He laughed, unabashedly checking me out, my chest tightened hoping he liked what he saw, “Fuck yeah, dinner sounds great.” He replied confidently, boosting my confidence.

    “Alright Sackler, it’s a date.”

    After exchanging numbers, into his comically outdated flip phone, we decided to meet at the grocery store before dinner. I rushed home to clean my apartment, a girl can be hopeful, and get ready for any outcome of the date. It had been months since any person had given me any romantic indication, dating apps had long since run dry and I was tired of having to explain my size to people before they met me. Rarely after meeting someone, in real life, had they shown as much interest that Adam has shown me in the last hour. That meant I was hopeful and hope was a dangerous game for a girl like me.

    By the time it came to meet up with Adam I was a nervous wreck. My brain kept trying to convince me of the worst-case scenarios as I made the walk to meet up with him. All of those thoughts seemed to fade to black when I saw him. He was dressed casually, as I was as well, in a pair of dark wash jeans and a white t-shirt. He smiled when he saw me approaching, he perked up from where he was leaning and met me halfway.

    “Sorry if I’m late, there was a man trying to save the turtles outside my apartment and I’ve already out run him twice so he’s out for blood.” I joked when he was finally close enough to me. He laughed at my ice breaker, and I thanked all the powers at play that he had a sense of humor, he was shaping up to be quite a catch as long as his mood stayed up.

   “Don’t sweat it kid, I got here early anyways. Fuckin’ in my bones at this point with acting and shit.” He grumbled the last bit as he flailed his arms about. An actor? I’d never actually been on a date with an actor before, I mean with there being globs of them in the city for Broadway and whatnot. I always assumed they were stuck up about looks, and if anyone could be Adam was definitely a hot enough actor to be picky.

    “You’re an actor?” I asked coyly, hopefully digging deeper into the mysterious moody man.     “Yeah, also do some other shit.” He answered vaguely which only drew me in deeper to the mystery of this man. Who the fuck is he? And why the fuck is he so hot? “I know this diner just a couple blocks that way, does that sound good?” He asked considerately, and in that moment, I swear I could marry him.

    “Fuck yeah, I know exactly what you’re talking about, Lou’s is a fucking gem.” He responded with a grin, wide and unabashed, that made my heart flutter. But even when I made my way that direction, he kept his gaze on me, not in a creepy way but in a refreshing way. He acted like if he didn’t take all of me in now, that I would disappear forever, or that I would have been a figment of his mind. When I looked back at him a moment of sadness crossed his features, maybe it wasn’t sadness, maybe it was fear. He looked so young for just a split second, and I saw him, I really saw him.

    So instead of saying anything I simply reached out and offered my hand, and he grabbed it. With that we began walking back in the direction of my apartment on the way to the diner, and throughout the walk we talked about meaningless things like the mean lady that lives in his building to his morning run routine. I kept it light, trying to stay away from sticky topics before we sat down, but I also wanted to actually know who I was going out with.

    Once we were seated, the games began. Adam and I ordered before we got into a grittier subject matter but instead of just asking, Adam wanted to make it more fun. So, like middle school girls at a sleepover, Adam suggested we play truth or dare.

    “Truth.” I stated with no hesitation, what could he even dare me to do right now? It’s not like anything juicy could happen while we were in public.

    “Oh, come on, you scared of what I could dare you to do?” He taunted at me, still flashing his signature crooked grin.

     “I’m giving you an opportunity to ask me whatever you want Sackler, use it wisely.” I goaded him testing his waters, watching his reaction to see if he was game. His eyes trailed down to my shirt. Bingo, he’s interested.

    “Alright Kid, when was the last time you got laid?” He went straight out of the gate with a sexual question. The longer I spend with him the more apparent it becomes that Sackler might be a little sexually deviant, that thought only escalated the fire burning in my belly.

    “It’s been about six months since I got laid,” I started, “But about a year since I actually, let’s say, enjoyed getting laid.” I clarified, feeding into the building sexual tension.

    “Hmm, that’s a crime,” he responded, trailing his eyes over every part of me visible across the booth, “They should be punished for leaving a woman like you unsatisfied.” He murmured, leaning forward tracing a finger along one of my hands placed on the table. Every light touch, even if it looked innocent, felt dirty and drenched in the want I had for this man.

    “Truth or dare Sackler?” I angled my torso to him so he could see down my shirt, I could see his reaction, his eyes start to glaze over, his mouth open, ready. I had never been with a man so openly affected by me and at every move I took the opportunity to tease him.

     “Fuck, Truth.” He said, not really paying attention to what he responded with but more paying attention to the parts of myself I was revealing to him.

    “What do you think of me Adam?” I asked softly, some could even say sensually, as I retracted my hand and my body, ripping away the points of contact that he was latching to physically and visually. He suddenly retreated his stance as well, looking me in the eyes to see a knowing smile already dancing across my features.  He groaned playfully, knowing he played right into my hands.

      “Fuck, kid, what do I think of you?” He asked redundantly, “For starters I think you’re the biggest fucking tease and if we weren’t in public right now, I’d put you over my knee and punish you.” He began, speaking in a low threatening tone. Every word, every syllable, every fucking letter sent a shockwave to my core, shaking my resolve and tumbling every other instinct down. I let a soft delicate whimper, only loud enough for him to hear, pass my lips as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to take in what else he was saying. “You’re a tease, but you’re also fuckin’ gorgeous.” I snapped my head open, not expecting a real genuine compliment from the sexual haze we were in.

    “What?” it slipped out of my lips before I could really do anything about it.

    “Kid,” he began, by putting his hand on top of mine and staring so far into my soul I felt like I was naked in front of him, “You’re so fucking beautiful, like I- I saw you this morning and fuck I think you might actually be perfect and fuck! Like even if you’re not, you’re better than that.” He said and I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever felt like this, maybe never. He was so different, and intense, but funny, and God I want to sleep with this man, but I also want to cook dinner with him and see how he likes his eggs, or what his favorite book is, and who hurt him. I want him, and he wants me.

    “Thank you,” I began, getting a bit shyer under the smoldering chestnut eyes, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me gorgeous before, or if they have, I can’t remember.” I explained, trying to brush it off as a joke, but he doubled down.

    “They must be blind kid, or stupid.” He chuckled to himself, “Probably fuckin’ both.” He smiled, and I smiled back, bursting at the seams, but before I could respond our waitress came with our food.

    The spell we were under before we got food was somewhat broken when we were eating, returning to the more casual atmosphere, talking about our jobs and whatnot. He was really interested in knowing more about my job which made me feel almost as special as before the food came, but I kept it to surface details for now. Adam had a lot of weird habits from what I could tell, he cursed like a sailor, and he got super intense then switched back to normal out of nowhere. Yet, despite all the odd facts this man drew me in every time he opened his mouth, he had me on the edge of my seat constantly. Throughout the meal I couldn’t help but wonder, what’s going to happen next?

    When we both finished our meals the tension from before began to seep back into the conversation in doses. By the time the waitress returned with the check it was pretty clear Adam was ready to get out of there, and I wasn’t much farther behind. While Adam went to fish for his wallet, I threw enough cash out on the table to cover both meals, not wanting to linger for change. Adam looked like he was going to protest, but I just offered my hand out to him.

    “I asked you out,” I explained, leading him out of the restaurant and back on the sidewalk. “Its only polite I pay since I invited you out.” I turned to him and realized he was much closer to me than expected. He took a step closer to me and his long shaggy hair began to cover his face.

    “I guess I’ll just get it next them then kid.” He offered with a smile and I looked away, feeling an excitement bubble through me for more. “We never did finish our game.” He said not teasing anymore, I looked at him and pondered for a moment before answering his unspoken question.

     “Dare.” I said confidently this time, leaving him to smirk down at me in pride. He puffed up his chest and moved even closer. He leaned in like he was going to kiss me but just before he allowed our lips to finally meet, he stopped.

    “I dare you to kiss me.” His gruff tone sending my nerves haywire, a chill running down my spin at the command. His eyes darker than I had seen them, only balanced by the smirk on his lips daring me, goading me to follow through. The final straw was the sensation of his hands settling heavily on my waist, keeping me steady and sure as I surged forward and planted my lips on his.

    From there he wasted no time gaining access to my mouth and invading each of my senses one by one.

    Touch; the feeling of his tongue languidly pushing against mine, fighting a war for dominance and winning without hesitation. His hands finding themselves roaming over every point of my body, and mine deeply nestled in his hair.

    Sight; the possibilities of what comes next floating by in my head in vivid detail. The sheer number of ways this encounter could finish, all unbelievably tempting.  

     Sound; the deep velvet groan from his dulcet tones when I tugged on his chestnut locks, the whimper that snuck out of my mouth when his hands made home on my backside.

    Smell; the dark woodsy pine notes of his cologne mixed the sweet vanilla of my perfume creating an intoxicating scent.

    Taste; nothing I’ve had in my life could compare to the taste of Adam on my tongue, the feeling of wholeness only grew. My wanting grew with it, wondering if Adam tastes good now, what other perverse acts would taste even better.

     Eventually the heated kiss broke, and the depths of Adam’s eyes told me everything I needed to know in that moment. “My apartment is just a block that way.” I spoke breathlessly, pointing behind us in the direction the night would take place. He threw his head back with a groan, a sight that sent shockwaves of anticipation through my body and to my center. He nodded his head furiously.

    “Fuck yeah kid, lets go.” He spoke, pulling me along with my hand to head in the direction of my apartment. By the time we made outside my apartment and pulled out my keys Adam sprung into action, pulling my back to meet his front allowing me to feel the full effect I’ve had on him throughout the night. His errection dug itself into the curve of my behind and suddenly I realized just what I would be dealing with for the night. Adam Sackler is fucking hung.

    His kisses trailed up my neck, his hips grinding into my body and the noises he was making were borderline pornographic. The task of opening my door was lost as I allowed myself to lean back into the pleasure, he was giving me. His hand trailed down my arm slowly as he sucked on a particular spot behind my ear that made my knee buckle in bliss. His hand wrapped around mine, that was still holding the keys, and raised it to the door.

    “If you don’t unlock that door now, I’ll fuck you in the hallway.” He threatened, no doubt in my mind he would follow through with the threat. I quickly refocused on getting my key in the door and getting this man inside.

     As soon as the door was shut, he had me pressed against it, mouth pushing against my own once again, but now his hand travelled under my shirt kneading my breasts in his large sturdy hands. I reached, clawing at his shirt to come off as he unclasped my bra from the back, which only succeeded in turning me on. Once his shirt was removed, he made quick work of mine, stopping only to marvel at the sight of my topless body. He stared for just a moment too long, doubt flooded my veins and my throat tightened at another failed encounter where someone didn’t like what they saw.

     Just as I resigned myself to my own fate, reaching down for my shirt, Adam took both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. Once again pushing me against the door and pinning me from any other means of movement.

    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded with a dark grit in his voice I had not heard before, his fire like anger only lighting the fire of hope in my belly once more.

    “I thought,” I started and as soon as I began to speak, he ground his erection into my core, effectively beginning my decent into madness. “Fuck, Adam that feels good!” I cried out rather than explain myself.

    “Come on little girl,” He teased breathlessly into my ear, obviously enjoying the act as much as I did, “Explain yourself to me.” He spit out all that came out of my mouth in return was a needy whimper and shuttered breath. It set my body on fire, turned my bones to jelly as he shifted to hold my weight for me.

    “I- fuck- I thought you didn’t like it.” I said softly, simply as the pleasure built with every thrust of his hips against mine. My back arched as he slowed to a stop, my eyes shooting open to see him looking down at me with furrowed brows.

    “You thought I didn’t like your pretty little tits huh?” he looked down at me, and I nodded softly, shyly up at him and his eyes softened slightly. He made the move to prop me up against the wall and move his body down. He kissed his way from my jaw down to my chest, finally settling with both his hands caressing my breasts. “You have,” He punctuated it with a small suck on my chest leaving a hickey a few centimeters above the nipple, “The most,” He took his sweet time worshiping every square inch of my chest, “Glorious tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” Finishing it off with an intense attachment to my nipple that sent earthshattering shockwaves throughout my body from the first real contacted pleasure Adam had given me all night.

    “Please, baby girl,” he murmured against my tits as he moved further down my body, “Let me eat your sweet little pussy.” He spoke, the dirty message matched only by the lewd and carnal tone he spoke with. Before he could anywhere with my pants, I took his hands and began leading them to my bedroom, which wasn’t too far away.

    He followed like a lost puppy trailing its owner, looking at me with wide and hungry eyes, taking in every movement my body made. As soon as I laid back in the bed, he made quick work of my pants, pulling them off with my underwear in one swoop. I let him handle me however he wanted and he moved with swift expertise that had my core drenched by the time he was done.

     With his hands stabilizing my hips, keeping them pinned to the bed, he sat between my legs admiring the sight laid out before him. He smirked at my disheveled appearance, trying desperately to hold on to my sanity and he hasn’t even laid his hands on me. Suddenly his tongue was on me, taking one long stride of my core before focusing on my clit.

    “Fuck yes!” I shuttered out when he brushed his tongue in a zig-zag on my clit before detaching with a sadistic chuckle. He explored every part of me, places no man had ever considered now have me careening towards the pit of bliss at lightning speeds. He took his time prodding at my hole while swiping his nose at my clit and in that moment, I swore no one was better at this than Adam fucking Sackler. My hands twirled themselves into his hair tugging harshly, making him pause for his own pleasure. Only then did I notice his gyrations on the mattress himself, which sent my mind into an overdrive of pride and arousal.

     “Your pussy tastes so sweet for me baby girl.” He hummed smugly into my pussy, the vibrations bringing me that much closer to the edge. He looked up at me, watching me fall apart as he brought his hand to my entrance working in a finger, beginning to stretch me out for him. “Your pussy’s tight, that for me?” He spoke, knowing I was way too close to orgasm for me to respond with anything but whimpers of his name mixed with any expletive that comes to mind.

    “Adam,” I called out, tightening my hands in his hair, trying to signal him for more. “Please!” I cried out, his pace slowing to a teasing momentum before he added another finger without warning. My head tilted back, losing all sense but the sense he was feeding me through his ministrations. I was teetering a dangerous ledge and with every thrust of his fingers he brought me to the edge. He took one last thrust of his fingers hitting the deepest part of me, paired with his tongue swiping my clit and the damn burst within me.

    Euphoria was flooding my system; I was floating in orgasmic bliss surrounded by nothing by the feeling of Adam bringing me through my haze and the smell of sex mixed with his cologne. After what felt like a lifetime of bliss, I felt him begin to kiss his way back up my body, taking special care of my stomach, sucking hickeys along the way.

    “You’re so good at that.” I murmured, still coming down from my high. He chuckled into my neck before coming up to my face and planting a big kiss on my lips. I immediately responded, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and bringing him flush to my own body. I could taste myself on his lips, his facial hair still coated in a layer of my cum, which only added to the kiss. “Adam, I need you to fuck me.” I said as I broke the kiss. His eyes lighting up again like in the living room, he moved away from me to finally take off his pants.

    “Condom?” He asked as he stood in his boxers, outlining his prominent erection pulsating in need. I only shook my head, moving to the edge of the bed where he stood to palm him over his boxers.

    “I’m on the pill.” I whispered seductively in his ear, he nearly doubled over in pleasure once the statement registered in his brain. He wasted no time taking my hips and twisting me around so I was on all fours before him. A deep feeling of butterflies reverberated in my stomach as I arched back into the hands he planted on my ass. He let himself groan at the sight of me before him once again, this time he had his hand moving over his thick cock.

    He rubbed the head of his dick over my pussy before catching it at my hole and pushing forward. The sting of him stretching me was not lost on him as he braced himself around me, caging me into his dick. He hissed as I clenched around him, trying to accommodate the difference. “Fuck your pussy’s so fucking tight you’re gonna squeeze me out.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, waiting for my signal to go ahead. His dirty comment only helped relax me, sending me spiraling in euphoria.

    “Adam, I need you to move.” I whined out, desperate for the friction he was made to bring me. He pushed farther and farther in until he was buried at the hilt. Both of us shuddered out, he filled me to the brim, his body made for mine in ways I had never felt before. Suddenly he pulled back and slammed back in with a deliberate force, landing perfectly on my G-spot. I cried out his name, the only thing I could remember at this point.

    “Yeah, yeah that’s it,” He praised my squeals of pleasure, “Say my name you fucking whore.” He spit out making my pussy clench around him in absolute pleasure. The way his hips slammed against mine, the way his hands groped at the cheeks of my ass, mixed with the things coming out of his mouth sent me into another dimension. “You like that you little slut? You like when I call you dirty little names?” He prompted me, adding a harsh slap to my ass to punctuate his thrusts.

    “Yes!” I cried out, burying my head into the sheets, letting Adam have his way with me exactly how he wanted. “Yes, I love being your little slut! Fuck!” He landed another spank, jolting me forwards on his cock. He retaliated by taking charge with my hips once more, grunting out insults mixed with praise.

    “Are you gonna cum? You gonna cum on my fucking cock you whore?” He stopped his thrusts, teasing me and my climax fading. “If you want to cum on my cock, fuck yourself on it.” He demanded, his hands kneading and soothing the damage he caused my backside already. I began rocking back on his dick, creating a similar rhythm to before. The harsh slaps echoed around the room and the lewd situation escalated my frenzy. “That’s its little slut, you’re fucking yourself so well.” He lost himself in the pleasure of it all, meeting my thrusts halfway.

    “Adam,” I moaned out, feeling the same euphoric anticipation building in my gut, I escalated the force trying to push myself to the place of bliss. “Adam, I’m going to cum!” I announced feeling the cliffs edge building and building. His hands trailing up my back and grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling me flush against his chest, changing the angle so he was pushing deeper inside me.

    “Cum for me little slut.” He commanded, another hand wrapping around me to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. The bubble built higher and higher until I felt myself release for the second time that night. His thrusts continued, faltering as my body spasmed in absolute satisfaction, his grunts of pleasure travelling into my ear as he chases his own high.

    As his hips begin to falter their rhythm, he pushed into me for one last time before he let go and painted my insides with the ropes of his cum, marking me from the inside out. He wrapped his arms around me, collapsing us both on the bed, his cock still inside me, beginning to soften as he spoons me from behind. Our highs collectively lower and he is left trailing small kisses on the back of my neck and shoulder.

     “Where have you been all my life?” I joked once the atmosphere was returning to normal. He chuckled out, squeezing me into his chest even if I didn’t necessarily fit, and shifted his hips away from mine for the first time slipping out of me.

     He moved to look at me properly before saying, “Brooklyn.”

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