#need to see her eyes close in pleasure as her jaw falls slack

[mommybites]

Slowly becoming more and more feral as the days of her vacation drag on. I’d give close to anything to be able to just lazily eat her out and edge her for a few hours right now, those delicate gasps and the feeling of her back arching beneath my fingertips, such a good slut… ♡

Good thing she’ll be back soon.

[elektramustdie]

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, dimly lit by just one bedside lamp, everything cast in a tangerine flow. You were fisting the bedsheets, elbows on the mattress, bent over, hips hitched high, back arched real pretty. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Frank praised. “Gonna fuck this bad mood right out of you, huh?” His hand pressed into the dip in your back as he kept up those slow thrust that he liked to tease you with, pushing your body down lower still, barely managing to keep yourself up. “You’re doin’ so good.”

You whined, happy at his words, happier with the attention. You were almost going slack, the pleasure too much but you knew what would happen if you let yourself fall. You’d been bratty all day, pushing buttons, toeing the line and the least you could do now was keep yourself in the position Frank had told you to get into.

“Baby,” you cried out, pleading, needing Frank to go faster. “C’mon, please.”

“Oh listen to her,” another voice said, breathing out a soft laugh. “All sweet and polite now, isn’t she?” Frank just chuckled, palming at your hips before he gave them an appreciative squeeze, sliding his cock back into you inch by inch. You could feel him throbbing, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself into you hard and fast, but he wasn’t allowed to.

Not yet.

Gerard moved to the bottom of the bed, kneeling on the floor so he was level with your face. He was pouting, shirt unbuttoned with his sleeved rolled up, dress pants still on ‘cause you’d been a bitch the minute he’d gotten home from work. He cupped one side your face with a big hand, warm and calloused. “Found your manners, have you?” He teased, all smiles now that you were speechless. His gaze roamed over your body, the way the other boy held you up and pinned you down all at once. “Is Frank making you feel good?” You nodded furiously, lips parting in a moan when Frank rolled his hips, grinding against the plush of your ass. “So good,” you agreed. “Really wanna come, Gee, please.”

Gerard tutted, soft and pouty and still watch you closely, loving the way your lashes would flutter shut, how he could see the way you swallowed thickly to hold back your cries. Your eyes were turning glassy, a tell tale sign. “Think you deserve it?” He asked and Frank slowed right back down again, keeping his cock seated inside you as Gerard rubbed a thumb over your cheek, your bottom lip. You whimpered, pouting. Gerard tutted again, like he wasn’t the one in charge of what was happening. “I know, I know honey, we’re just awful, huh?” You didn’t answer, knowing that you couldn’t agree when you’d been a downright horror to both boys after a bad day at work. It hadn’t been their faults, they just happened to be there when everything kicked off. It didn’t take long for you to be pushed onto the bed. “It’s so good though, right?” Gerard was still talking in that maddeningly soft way, tone dripping with sticky sweetness, complete adoration even when he swept his thumb over your parted lips and into your mouth. He rubbed the pad of it over your tongue and waited for you to suck. He kissed at your cheek, your nose, your jaw when you did. “Show me what that mouth does and I’ll let Frank make you come, honey.”

[sleepiexx]

Better Than Your Average Sleep Medication

Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader

Note: it is real hard trying to find words to describe a vagina and a penis without getting cringy

Summary: Carlos is a pal and helps (Y/N) fall asleep.

Warnings: afab reader, smut

Word Count: 2074

(Y/N) and Carlos had been spooning in bed for hours, though neither could sleep. Ever since the Racoon City incident, insomnia seemed to take over more and more.

“I can’t sleep,” she huffed, “can you?”

He shook his head, “Me neither.”

She hummed in dismay, “It’s like ever since everything went down, all I’m seeing when I close my eyes is RC and those… things.”

His eyebrows furrowed. He knew the feeling, of course, but some part of him felt that he was partially to blame. Although, realistically, none of it was his fault, shit added up. He’d thought back to it a million times. What he could have done different, saving (Y/N) sooner, better, not putting her on the subway car that got ripped up by Nemesis, moves he could have used on Nikolai to grab the sample and save those infected. It was all dead ends, yet the simple fact that he had worked for Umbrella gave him a sense of responsibility toward (Y/N) and helping her in the aftermath of the tragedy.

(Y/N) herself had grown attached to Carlos in the midst of the disaster. Although she hadn’t known him before, he protected her every step of the way. Even taught her to protect herself. The trauma bond they built was what made it so easy for him to wiggle his way into her life outside RC. To repair what he felt he’d broken.

He’d take it all one step at a time. Now, his mission was coaxing her to sleep. But how to take her mind off of everything? A thought popped into his head, as though there were a lightbulb shining above him.

“I have an idea on how to help, do you trust me?” He asked.

“With my life.” She murmured.

He nodded, voice seemingly deepening, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Before she could voice her confusion, his hand moved down from where it was wrapped around her side to gently press against her bare stomach where her shirt had ridden up. He gave her time to object before slowly slipping his hand toward the waistband of her night shorts. She allowed him to put his hand in her pants, breath hitching as his hand slid over her underwear.

She bit her lip as his fingers traced up her clothed pussy, testing the waters. Steadily, he cupped her, pressing his hand directly against the area where she felt need growing. With his middle and ring finger, he once again traced her from vagina to clit, letting them linger in the clit area where he pressed down, slowly moving his fingers in circles.

She let out a quiet moan, feeling herself growing wetter.

“Does that feel good?” Carlos husked.

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath, “Mhm, so good.”

“Are you okay if I take these off?” He muttered, lightly snapping the waistband of her underwear against her skin before continuing drawing patterns into her covered clit.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He wasted no time, pulling down her shorts and underwear at the same time and tossing them somewhere to his side. Still in the spooning position, he grabbed her top thigh and pulled it back so it was flush against his own, spreading her out for easy access.

With the barrier between his fingers and her vulva gone, he dipped the tips of them into her vagina, wetting his fingers so he could glide them across her slit. His fingers now lubed up, he graced her clit with his touch once more. She gasped at the feeling.

He started off slow but quickly fastened his pace as she moaned for him.

“Nnngh Carlos,” she whined, writhing in his arms, back arching.

“So responsive,” he cooed, placing kisses to the crook of her neck.

Her mind became fuzzy, taken over by pleasure. She closed her eyes, chewing on her bottom lip in attempts to muffle at least some of her moans. Her jaw went slack at the feeling of Carlos licking up her neck before biting down and sucking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She cried. She tapped on his arm to get his attention. “Inside… need you inside me.”

“My fingers or-”

She cut him off, “Your dick, need your dick, Carlos, please.”

With the state of his penis, he wasn’t one to object. The combination of her moans and her squirming right up against his crotch had him rock hard. But, ever the gentlemen, he still wanted to help her finish at least once before penetrating her.

“Would it kill your drive if I got you to cum on my fingers first?” He asked.

She shook her head, “Mm-mm.”

With her okay, he didn’t hesitate. Now that he knew he had to prep her to take him, he gently slid his middle finger inside of her, having his thumb take over rubbing her clit.

After pumping just his middle finger in a few times, he added his ring finger. He curled them inside of her before going back to pumping them in and out. As he got into a rhythm, his mouth drifted back to her neck, going back to where he left off in marking her up.

“Carlos,” her moans spilled out more frequently as she felt her orgasm fast approaching, “I’m- fuck, ‘m close.”

He detached from her neck, tilting his head up so his lips brushed her jaw. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, oh god yes.” She shook as her orgasm tore through her, cumming all over Carlos’s hand. He smirked against her jaw, fingers never once stopping until she came down from her high.

When he finally pulled his hand out, she turned over so she could look at him. Her gaze shifted from his lips to his eyes before she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He reciprocated, pulling away only to laugh.

“Someone’s eager, huh? Why don’t you let me pull my cock out before you swallow me whole?”

Dazed from her recent orgasm, she whispered a quiet, “Please.”

“Your wish is my command,” He muttered. He stood and took off his shirt, pausing for a second when he got to his pants and looking down at her, “Take off your shirt for me, yeah?”

She nodded, scrambling to pull her shirt over her head. She tossed it across the room like Carlos had done with her other articles of clothing and went back to watching Carlos strip.

He pulled down his pants, leaving his underwear on so that he could drag out her eager gaze watching him. Ever so slowly, he slid his boxers down off his legs and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened at his size. She hadn’t realized how much he was packing until now.

He walked to the edge of the bed where (Y/N) was splayed out, ogling him. He took his penis in one hand and laid it on top of her stomach, showing her how big he really was.

As she felt the weight of him on her stomach and saw his length and girth, she murmured, “Jesus you’re huge.”

He tilted her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I want this.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated for a short moment, looking into her eyes and finding only pure desire (and maybe a little bit of adoration too, but emotions are too much to deal with for one night).

“I’ll start slow and then you tell me when you adjust, okay?” He asked. She nodded in agreement.

With the reassurance from her desperate gaze and eager nods, Carlos wasted no more time.

He rubbed his penis down her vulva from clit to vagina, slowly pressing the tip in. He carefully pushed in, inch by inch, keeping watch of (Y/N)’s facial expressions to make sure she wasn’t in pain. He planted his arms on either side of her, leverage for when he would eventually start thrusting. His arm muscles tensed when he bottomed out, she had a similar reaction, tensing her jaw.

When (Y/N) finally adjusted, she tapped his forearm, “You can move.”

And he did. He started off slow, exploring her body to find out her inner workings. What made her tick, what pleasured her to the highest extent. His experiments offered high reward.

As Carlos switched up the angle ever so slightly, (Y/N) let out a loud whimper. His eyes flitted to her face and he leaned down so his cheek would be flush against hers.

“Oh?” He rasped, thrusting again in the same spot, pleased with the noise that spilled from her lips, “Did I find your sweet spot?”

He knew without a doubt that he had, but he wanted her to admit it. He smirked as she nodded and whined, “Mhm.”

Carlos sped up the pace, keeping the exact same angle. (Y/N) clenched hard around him, leading him to let out a long moan, closer to his fast-approaching end.

As he nailed her g-spot over and over again, she reached her hands up to grip his back. He adjusted too, moving his arms so that they wrapped around her waist, one hand on her lower back. He took their close proximity as a chance to kiss her, bodies and lips pressed together as Carlos continued thrusting. They exchanged muffled moans and saliva, both dreading having to separate for air.

After they parted, Carlos felt her tap his shoulder, he looked down at her, ready to stop in case she was about to tell him to do so. “What do you need, princess? You want me to slow down? Stop?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “Mm-mm, I wanna mark you, can I mark you?”

Carlos laughed at the question, “Baby, if you saw how many marks there are on your neck right now, I don’t think you’d feel the need to ask. Go ahead.”

She nodded, trailing kisses across his neck and collarbone, moving lower. He groaned loudly as she bit down right on his upper pec, sucking on it for a good length of time to ensure it left a mark. She kissed where she bit and then continued kissing his neck.

He could feel his resolve breaking down but he was dead set on making her finish first. He slipped one hand down to her clit, fingertips gently rubbing patterns into it. As she felt herself on the edge, she buried her head into the crook of his neck and bit down. He grabbed her jaw and pushed her down into the pillow, making her whine.

“No hiding, sweetheart, I wanna watch you cum.”

He got his wish, with Carlos’s words being the tipping point, (Y/N) came. Her orgasm was intense, mouth open, moaning, practically clawing up Carlos’s back.

As Carlos got close to his own end, he let out a whimper. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?”

“I’m on birth control, just stay inside me, please.” She pleaded, shaking.

He did not object, spilling inside her while whispering sweet words of praise in her ear, “Atta girl, just like that. Fuck, such a good girl.”

His erratic thrusting slowed and he gently pulled out. He couldn’t help but watch his cum leak out of her, mesmerized at the sight. As it leaked onto the sheets, he finally realized he should probably clean up.

After kissing (Y/N)’s forehead, he leaned in and whispered, “I’ll be right back,” before heading to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water. He hurried his way back to the bedroom so he could clean her up.

He looked at her apologetically while she winced at the feeling of the wet washcloth touching her sensitive heat, “I’m sorry baby, I’ll hurry up.”

She nodded and tried to muffle any sounds of discomfort and leftover arousal that escaped her mouth from the contact.

“All right, all done.” He muttered, tossing the dirty rag into the clothes hamper.

She looked down at herself, “there’s cum all over my side of the bed.”

“We’ll just have to snuggle on my side then,” he smiled, crawling into bed and patting the area next to him, “I’ll deal with it in the morning, don’t worry.”

She nodded, cuddling up to his side.

“Goodnight, Carlos.” She whispered.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)”

[timidxtempted]

Part One: Help.

Part Two: Hurt.

Part Three: Hold.

He barely took two steps from her; just enough to reach the couch, where he threw off the various decorative pillows she insisted needed to be there.

She watched as he stripped his clothing off, her eyes on him not merely to appreciate the sight of him, but to to assure herself that he was still close to her.

Naked now, he came to her, helping her up to stand in front of him on shaking legs; then into his embrace while he reached behind her to release her hands.

Once free, her arms automatically came around him, hands grabbing to pull him even closer as she sank further into his warmth. He led them to the softness of the sofa, where he laid her down and settled himself on his side next to her.

Looking down at the mess he had made of her, he smiled. Her eyes were still glazed over, jaw still slack. His paindrunk whore. His cumdumb good girl. His.

Hooking his leg between hers, he brought his thigh to rest against her sensitive cunt. Immediately, her hips began to move against the weight pressing on her mound. Grinding purely by instinct.

He looked into her eyes, held her gaze. Watched in wonder as they fluttered. Blinked. Widened. He watched understanding break through her haze; watched the realization dawn that her body was responding even if she didn't want it to, even if she thought she could not take any more.

Tears sprang into her eyes as he watched her intently. She shook her head, but he merely smiled down at her, and nodded. He slipped his fingers into her mouth to quiet her, at the same time pressing his leg more firmly into her.

Her eyes registered the sheer overwhelm of the combined stimulation a split second later as they opened fully, blinkng back her tears. He had but to nod his permission, and, muffled though they were by his fingers, her cries of hurty pleasure still filled the room.

Before she could process what was happening, before the orgasm he'd torn from her had even crested, he moved over her. Covering her body with his, he thrust himself deeply inside her, filling her completely. He held himself still for a moment, just to feel her silken, wet cunt milk his cock. Then he began to fuck her.

He fucked her slowly, powerfully. Completely. Moving inside her with the same controlled intensity with which he watched her face, and her eyes.

Everything she is, right there for him to see. And it was all his.

He kissed her. Fucked her mouth as thoroughly as he was fucking her spasming cunt. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, her legs coming around his core, trying to pull him further into her.

Her whispered plea cracked what remained of his resolve and he half growled the words, pulling her into the abyss with him.

She felt his hot seed fill her, her spasming cunt greedily clenching his cock as she exploded around him. Eyes locked on one another as everything else in the room - in the universe - slipped away until there was only them, falling past the edge of reason, into their private chaos.

He felt the return of reality as it was reflected in her eyes - so soft now, so melty warm, yet free of the cold fire that had shone earlier.

Utterly spent, her legs fell away from where they had been wrapped around him; her arms, too, fell weakly to her side. She shifted slightly under him, raising herself, her lips meeting his in a feather light kiss before her head dropped again.

He moved off of her, despite the wordless pouty sounds she made as his cock slipped from her cunt, which had gripped him so tightly as she tried to hold him inside her.

At her side once more, he watched her float for a long while; he smiled as myriad feelings, flashes of memory, and twinges of pain flowed over her. Through her.

Kissing her forehead, he started to rise, intending on running her a very warm bath. He knew she would need it. Her sharp intake of breath slowed him, but it was the whimpered, pleading words she spoke that changed his mind altogether.

Hold me.

He pulled her to his chest, wrapping her in his arms, and brought his leg protectively over her body as well. Pulling a throw blanket over them both, he settled in for as long as she needed to be wrapped, literally, in the safety of his arms.

Everything else could wait. In this moment, he couldn't think of anything that could tear him away.

He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He was perfectly content to experience her little sighs, her soft moans, her quiet gasps and joyful giggles as she floated right there in his embrace.

He liked knowing that this private little symphony was as much his as the woman he held.

[luvv4svt]

Scandalous - JWW

Pairing: President!Wonwoo X Mistress!Y/N

Rating:18+

WC:2,104

Summary: Messing with a married man was bad enough right? It's worst when he's president. It's even worse when you show up to his office despite him telling you not to.

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), slight boob play, masturbation(male and female), cheating, cuss words, mentions of both characters being selfish, smoking(not rlly Y/N just has one sitting between her lips) mentions of male and female genitalia, slight slut shaming, kissing, seduction, denial of release, oral sex, slight teasing.

MDNI!!!

A/N: I had so much fun writing this also this is one of the first things I've written and completed in months without deleting it and closing the doc also the only knowledge I have of sex is from reading and watching porn so pls don't attack me. Anyways enjoy this piece and stay blessed x.

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Wonwoo walked down the hushed hallway, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he passed the pictures of his predecessors. He felt the weight of their eyes on him as he travelled through the dimmed hallway. He held his phone to his ear as he listened to his wife rant about her day to him. 

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll discuss with my advisers.” He assured his wife as he turned round the corner, heading straight to his office.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, and let the door widen a bit before pushing it open. He felt his heart stop as he walked into the room. There you were, sitting on top of his desk whilst a cigarette sat between your lips, displaying casual confidence. 

“Wonu, baby are you still there?” His wife questioned, oblivious to the scene he had just walked into.

“Yes I’m here darling, something came up and I have to call you back okay? He answered as his eyes raked up your figure, noticing the way the tight blue top clung to your chest like a second skin.

“Alright, honey see you later.” His wife responded as he ended the call, taking slow steps towards you.

Wonwoo felt alot of emotions hit him, ranging from shock to confusion to anger and then to longing. He had strictly told you never to show up to his office because he was the President and he needed to keep his image squeaky clean, he couldn’t have anyone know of your affair because it would destroy everything he had worked for. Also, he hated mixing business with pleasure.

Wonwoo knew he had two choices, he could either put an end to your antics or he could allow himself to fall into your trap once again. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, frustration laced in his tone.

“I know.” You say allowing a smirk to make its way to your face as you take out the cigarette.

You were aware of the risk you were taking. Messing around with the President was bad enough but you didn’t care. You wanted him and you were going to have him no matter what.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” You continue, watching the way he tensed as he looked at you.

"This isn't the time nor place." He seethed.

“The things you do and say to me.” You breathe out, ignoring his previous remark.

“The way you touch and kiss me.” You seductively say as your hand travels up your chest to your neck.

“The way you make me feel.” You shamelessly state, watching as he closes his eyes visibly contemplating whether he should give in to your temptation. 

You slowly start parting your legs, “Open your eyes, baby.”

Within seconds his eyes were open, raking down your body for the second time this night.

You could tell it was working as a tent began to form within his slacks, showcasing his arousal. 

“Don’t fight it, darling, I know you want it.” You tempt watching as his jaw clenches.

Now your legs were completely apart, you struggled to hide your smile as he walked towards you. He murmured something as he walked over to you, standing between your legs. Almost immediately his lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion and intensity.

Bingo. 

“Mmh.” You moaned against his lips as you kissed him with the same amount of intensity.

He trailed kisses down your nape, as your hand held his shoulder to steady yourself.

You moved your neck, granting him more access. He gently nipped at the skin then began to suck on it causing you to moan out in pleasure.

You wanted him to take you and mark all over your body.

You pushed him off of you, standing up from the desk and began to remove your top seductively revealing your bare chest. The air of the room hit your nipples instantly, causing them to harden along with your arousal. You threw the top to the ground and seductively shimmied out of your skirt allowing it to join your top on the floor. Now you were naked, the only piece of clothing remaining were your panties. You quickly pulled them down and kicked them to the side, joining your top and skirt.

“Go over to the couch, spread your legs and play with yourself whilst watching me undress.” He ordered and you followed his instruction without hesitation.

The cold feeling of the couch against your naked body set off a chain of goosebumps across your skin as you adjust your position on the couch. You trailed your hand down to your pussy, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as Wonwoo removed his blazer painfully slowly. 

You insert a finger into yourself causing a gasp to escape your lips. You start slowly at first trying to find the right pace. 

“How’d you get in here?” He questioned as he undid the buttons of his sleeves.

“I pulled a few strings.” You respond as you continue to finger yourself.

“Add another finger.” He instructs as he unbuttons his shirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat.

You oblige with his request as your fingers slide in and out of you slickly. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on Wonwoo but the pleasure you were feeling was too good. Your eyes clamp shut as you moan.

“Eyes on me pretty.” He demands.

Your eyes fly open, Wonwoo was finally unbuckling his belt.

You bit your lip as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over you. Your wetness trickled onto the couch. You add another finger as your stomach begins to tense up.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan out as you watch Wonwoo remove his boxers, revealing his thick, long cock leaking with precum.

A moan escapes your lips as he walks towards you, your breathing rate increases as he inches closer and closer.

He spreads your legs wider, before kneeling, he places your legs over his shoulders. His breath fans against your cunt as he removes his glasses before peppering kisses down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue glides across your clit so freely that it causes you to let out yet another moan.

“Quit teasing.” You manage out as you try to recover from the brief but powerful action. 

Almost immediately, he attacks your clit by sucking and licking on it. You become a moaning mess as he continues to work wonders on your pussy. Your fingers weave their way through his hair as your back arches off the sofa. 

“Fuck Wonu, you’re so good, baby.” You compliment him as you feel him smile into your clit.

The familiar feeling of your stomach clenching up in pleasure returns as he continues to lap at your cunt. You feel yourself inch closer and closer to the finish line. A guttural moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself come undone on his tongue.

Your body jolts as it tries to recover from the pleasure. Your eyes water due to the overwhelming sensation. After some time, Wonwoo smiles up at you whilst his chin is sheathed with your wetness.

Wonwoo gives you a few moments to calm down, he strokes at his cock as he peers down at you.

You sit up slightly then part your legs before looking up at him, a naughty smile paints your face as you anticipate his next move.

He takes small steps towards you as he continues to stroke his length, desire evident in his eyes.

“You’re selfish you know.” He says.

“How so Mr President?” You mock as you engage in the unofficial staring contest.

“You came here to see me after I strictly told you to never come to the office.” He answered, now he was a step away from you. A step away from destroying you, a step away from being unfaithful to his wife once again.

“So are you.” You retort as you feel your heart fight against the restraint of your chest.

He turns his head to the side and furrows his brows in fake confusion,” How so gorgeous?” He repeated, tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Now he was in front of you, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“Yo-” You pause, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. Although you two have had sex multiple times in the past, his size never failed to shock you.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” He continues,” Cat got your tongue?” He teases before thrusting into you.

“Now tell me, how am I selfish?” He requests as he continues thrusting into you gently.

“F-fuck.” You moan out as you grip his shoulder for support.

“Tell me now or you’re not cuming tonight.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, you suck in a breath,” Y-you’re selfish b-because you have a w-whole ass wife, yet you m-mess around with m-me.” 

With that, he quickens his pace, causing your breasts to jiggle due to the pace of his thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you become a moaning mess. You were in a completely different plane of existence. 

“Y-you can’t h-have your cake and e-eat it too.” You add 

It’s almost like your comment strikes a nerve, as it seems he increases his pace once again causing a string of moans to exit your lips. 

Now, he was practically pounding into you, causing both of you to let out sounds of pleasure. 

“What you’re forgetting gorgeous.” He starts as he thrusts into you mercilessly

“I’m the motherfucking president.” He grits out, his thrusts becoming harsher and harsher by the minute. You knew you were going to be extremely sore after this but you didn’t care. The way he felt inside you was delicious.

“I can be as selfish as I want.” He groans out as you squeeze around his cock.

You couldn’t even respond to his answer because of how fucked out you were. Your hair was a complete mess along with your makeup that had smudged along the way. Your hand was now on your nipple, pinching and pulling at it as moans of his name exited your lips like a mantra.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you off the couch and walked over to his desk, he pushed off all the things on his desk before laying you down flat. He thrusted into you again without warning drawing out yet another moan.

You felt a knot begin to form within your stomach, You gripped his arm drawing his attention to you. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You manage out feeling his pace slow down.

“Don’t you dare.” He orders, his hand had now found its way to your clit and he began to rub at it.

Your moans grew louder and louder as he hit your cervix, sending a bundle of sensations through your body. You didn’t care who heard you now, all you cared about was chasing your orgasm.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as you tried your hardest not to come undone on his dick.

You could tell he was close to the edge as well, his thrusts were growing sloppy and his cock began to twitch within you. It was getting harder to hold out on cumming. 

“Cum for me baby.”He groaned out 

With that, you let go of your inner restraint and came all over his cock, you twitched as he continued to lazily thrust into you.

A moan escapes your lips once again as he pulls out, he starts stroking his length again before asking you to kneel before him. You get off the desk and get on your knees before wrapping your hand around his length, sucking at the tip whilst jerking him from the base. 

With a final suck, you took him out of your mouth and continued to jerk him off whilst his moans and groans filled the room. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted out of his dick onto your tongue and parts of your face. 

You wipe some of it off and bring the finger to your lips before sucking it off whilst locking eyes with Wonwoo. 

“You’re so slutty.” He breathes out.

“Only for you.” You answer as a naughty smirk makes its way to your face.

You stand up and walk over to him before pushing him back onto the couch, you swing a leg over his lap and settle down on his cock whilst your lips move to his ear.

“You’re mine tonight, Mr President.” You whisper as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock.

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[pictureinme]

kinktober day v. PRAISE/DEGRADATION – burt fabelman

word count: ~800 tags: blow jobs, face fucking, female masturbation masterlist | ao3

"Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

You move to kneel in front of Burt, his legs spread in his office’s chair. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, he smiles.

“Do what you do best, and help me blow off some steam, yeah?”

Nodding, you start to unbuckle his brown slacks. His hardness was straining painfully against them, and he let out a sigh of relief once you revealed it to the cool air. Wasting no time, you kiss the tip gently.

“That’s right, such a pretty whore…”

The expletive falling from his parted lips was unfamiliar, but it caused that well-known warmth to grow between your legs. You whimper at this, and he cocks his head at you, a slight blush dusting across his cheeks.

“You… like that, (Y/N)? Being my good little whore?”

Licking up the side of his length, you grin widely, “I really do, Burt.”

Burt tentatively bites his lip before moving his hand to grip your hair, “Prove it then.”

You quickly move to suck on his tip, before dipping your head as far as it could go, just to show him how much of a good whore you could be. Bobbing up and down, you felt his grip pull you back off.

“No need to rush, doll. Take your time, like you always do. Such an eager slut, hm?”

Embarrassment threatens to take over you, but you quickly shake it away, giving him an innocent smile, “Of course, I just got so excited…”

Burt pouts his lips, feigning pity, “Poor girl, don’t let your enthusiasm go to waste. Back to it.”

He pushes you back onto his length, and you moan around it. Laying your tongue flat underneath it, and using your hands to reach what you couldn’t, you begin to properly suck him off. You knew just how to make him feel good, and that makes you feel good too, evidenced by the growing wetness in your panties.

Noticing your shifting thighs, he smiles through bated breath, “Good little slut, getting off on making me feel good…”

You nod to the best of your ability, still doing your best to pleasure him. He had such a long day at work, it was only fair of him to use your mouth to relax, right? Burt moans loudly as you suck him particularly hard, and you feel that go straight to your core. You love making him feel good in any way possible, he deserves it.

Reaching down to relieve some of your discomfort, he tuts, “Move your panties so I can see you touch yourself properly, (Y/N).”

Still sucking to the best of your ability, you open your legs wider and pull aside your panties, showing him just how drenched you were.

“Fuck, look at that…” Burt thrusts into your mouth suddenly as he sees your desire evident, “You’re so good for me.”

You separate your lips from his cock, a string of spit still connecting them, “Anything for you, baby. Wanna make you feel nice and good.”

He moans loudly at your words, and you can tell he’s close by the way he subconsciously thrusts into your hand. Not wanting to waste any possible drop, you move back to suck at his tip. You taste the beginnings of his orgasm and are desperate for more. Your fingers tease at your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this, (Y/N)... gonna come.”

As much as you wanted to continue the dirty talk, you were much more adamant about getting him off. Diving down further, you speed up your movements. Burt’s hips thrust into your mouth, and you begin to finger yourself with the same rhythm. You relax your jaw to the best of your ability as he bucks up, using your mouth like a toy.

“Dirty slut, letting me… use her mouth like this, God! Make you take it, swallow it all, better show me you swallowing, fuck–!”

You look up at him with tear-filled eyes, your lips feeling as though they would split from his girth. Burt watches your expression through his own pained one as he continues to fuck your mouth. Glancing down, he sees your fingers moving in and out of you at the same pace he set, and he practically melted.

With a final, stuttering thrust, practically slamming the back of your throat, you feel his release coat your mouth. You gather as much as you can without gagging on the sudden taste as he pulls out slowly from your mouth.

“Show me, show me, baby,” Burt pants from up above you, tilting your chin up towards him.

He spreads your lips apart, and you reveal his seed stagnant on your tongue, waiting for his command to swallow. You glance down at his twitching length, a dribble of come still at the tip. Without thinking, you dart to lick it properly clean. His choked moan sounded like heaven.

“Swallow it, please, baby.”

Smiling, you swallow with an audible gulp, much to his pleasure. Your breath was ragged, and so was his.

“My pretty little girl, treating me so well.”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

V is for -- Veronica Santangelo

Yay! Sweet, lovely Veronica 😊 I feel like I really need to write for her more often, so this was so perfect, ahh 😩

But I hope y'all like it! <3

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: Veronica x Reader

Dialogue: “I didn’t know how much I wanted this until now.”

Word: Value

Rating: SFW

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

“V-Veronica? Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to–”

“No!” The brotherhood scribe interrupted as she turned to face you where you were standing in the doorway, your knuckles still pressed to the wall where you’d knocked before entering the crimson-walled room. 

“No, Six, you did everything right. I’m just…” Veronica continued as she turned away and she bit her lip, clearly a slew of words was waiting to leave her, but something wouldn’t allow them to pass. 

With a small sigh, you approached her slowly, afraid you’d scare your companion off, like you had almost an hour ago now with your touches, your words that'd evidently been too much for her. 

She’d been receptive to you overall, you thought–  you knew, given the way she was the first to lean her head against you all those months ago, the first to grasp your hand in hers, the first, even, to kiss you on the cheek one night, that stayed so snug and fond in your memory. But... had she not meant any of that romantically? Had she not meant to hint to it all with the nights you felt her crawl into bed beside you? With the way she petted and played with your hair? With the few times you two had kissed one another, not on the cheek, but in a place that screamed 'more than platonic'?

How could I have been so wrong?

You sat on another bed across from her, in the line of three that you had in the guest room at the Lucky 38, keeping your distance enough not to overwhelm her, but close enough that you could try and tell what she was thinking. 

Though, to say you could’ve guessed the next words out of her mouth would’ve been a drastic understatement. 

“...Did I ever tell you I was in love before?”

You tried not to let your eyes widen too dramatically, or let your mouth fall open– merely clearing your throat to mask your surprise.

“B-before?” 

“Yeah, before you…” 

Me? 

You couldn’t hold back your expression this time, the astonishment must’ve shown through every feature of your face as you stared at her, unblinking and slack-jawed; though, if Veronica noticed, she made no mention of it. 

Maybe she just meant ‘before she met me.’ Yeah… maybe that’s it. To think, she might’ve–

“There was this girl,” Veronica continued, and you were pulled from your thoughts, “In the Brotherhood and we, well…”

“They wouldn’t let you be together…” You filled in gently as she trailed off, as realization struck. “You’re right, I do remember you mentioning that to me. But it was so early on, almost just after I’d met you, I’d… I almost forgot it was you who told me that.” 

Veronica only hummed in response, her eyes set firmly on the bed sheets that she was fidgeting with between her pale fingers. Her brow was hard over her downcast eyes, forcing you to lower your head to try and meet her gaze.

“So, um, why did you tell me? So early on, I mean.” 

Veronica nodded before answering, as though she expected this question would soon follow. 

“I didn’t know where this… Just, didn’t know how much I would end up liking you, I suppose I… I used to tell everyone. Everyone I could see myself getting close to, you know? Maybe it’d scare them off, maybe it would tell them that I’m just not interested, because…”

Veronica just stopped in her tracks, her voice vacating her body once again as she stared a hole into the mattress she was seated upon. 

You leaned forward, scooting until you were nearly off your own bed, and put a hand over hers, where it had been fidgeting with the sheet. Without seeming to think about it, Veronica’s hand adjusted to accept your own, twining her fingers with yours intermittently as she continued to fiddle and fuss.

“Because?” You prodded her quietly. 

“Because I never wanted to be interested again. I… Never knew that I wanted this, until now. Until you. Hell, didn’t really even think it was possible for me to fall in love with someone again, but then, along you ca–”

“Love?” You couldn’t contain your outburst, your surprise, any longer, and the word jumped from your lips as you nearly toppled off the bed. 

“Well, yeah. What’d you think?” Veronica laughed a bit, as though it had been obvious to you, as though your question wasn’t a completely valid one.  

“Did– Wait, did you not know?”

Your head shook before any words could formulate, but still, you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling in return at Veronica’s confession, even as obvious as she thought it might be.

“No, I mean… No? I just, I know we liked each other, and I knew that... I loved you, that I wanted to take this further, hence this, uh, little date night surprise I organized, but…” You sighed at the memory of her running off midway through the dinner you’d made in the large hotel room kitchen, recalled the way her glass clattered as you’d told her all she meant to you, as you’d said the same such thing Veronica had just admitted to you. 

And she'd ran the other way.

“You seemed so uncomfortable throughout it,” You continued, hardly even noticing the way you shifted your body from your mattress to her own to sit closer beside her. “Even though we’ve been so close these past few months, I thought maybe you just said yes to my little romantic dinner to be polite. Because, you didn’t want to lose our friendship, as close as it was. Or, I don’t know…” 

“No, well… That’s true too, I suppose. After all, when Christine and I were just friends, things were just…” 

She stopped and looked away, hiding her bright, mahogany eyes from you again, and not for the first time that night, you found yourself mourning the loss of her gaze meeting yours. 

“Look, Veronica… I’m sorry.” Your fingers stroked over her hand as you spoke, calming yourself with the comforting touch as much as you hoped it would her. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. For how the Brotherhood made you feel, for the way they treated both of you. And… If you’re not ready to move on, I… I understand. And, well, I’m willing to wait for you. But if… even if you’re never ready for something like that– a relationship again, I’ll always be your friend.” 

Even as she kept looking down, it was impossible not to notice the way Veronica's lips twitched in a perfect little smile. 

“You’re right, Six.” She said quietly, “I… don’t think I’m ready to move on. And… You’re right that I may never be, but…” Now she looked at you, and you found yourself having to muster the strength to mask your disappointment, as small and insignificant as it was.

I meant what I said. Our friendship… It means too much for me to let this come between us. 

I love her. No matter what that means to either of us, I know it to be true. 

Above all, I just want her to be happy. 

 “What you said,” Veronica continued, “It makes a world of difference to me. And I do, no matter what, Six. I love you.”

Your heart leapt in your chest to hear her say that, and though it craved, everything in you craved to hear her say those words a thousand more times, and to mean them the way you did, you knew that this– what you have with her now– it was enough. 

[cevansbrat0007]

Games We Play

Summary: Sometimes your husband likes to play little games. Now just how dirty are you willing to get for him? Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Smut for Smuts Sake, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Spanking, CMNF, Slight Degradation, Oral (mentioned), Alcohol, Roleplay, Minors DNI

A/N: Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own. ---

“Did I say you could stop?” He growls as he goes to take a sip of the bourbon he’s currently holding. The glass looks so small in his big hand. His other hand fists itself in your hair, wrenching your head back.  

“No, Sir.” You breathe out as pinpricks of pain shoot through your scalp, your sweat-slicked chest heaving. “It’s just that I’m so tired and -”

“Shut up. If I want to hear your excuses, then I’ll ask you. Understood?” His free hand squeezes your bare ass. “Now get back to riding my fucking thigh. Like watching those perfect tits bounce.”

With a weary sigh, you do as he requests. You go back to grinding your bare pussy on his light gray slacks. “That’s right, baby. You get me nice and wet. Make a nice fucking mess for me and maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. Eventually.”

He takes another pull of his drink and proceeds to pour a splash of the amber liquid on your breasts. Then his full, sumptuous lips wrap themselves around one of your pouting, bourbon soaked nipples, making you mewl as you continue to undulate your hips. 

The man beneath you suckles at your breast, pulling as much of it into his hungry mouth as possible before switching to the other one. “You taste so good, baby. I think I’m going to have to see you again.”

A keening wail leaves your mouth when he bites down, before letting his skilled tongue soothe the small hurt. It throws off your pace just a little. “But what about your wife?” 

Your seemingly innocent question prompts him to let out a dark chuckle.

“You let me worry about my wife. She does whatever the fuck I tell her. Just like you.” You let out another breathy moan as you bear down on his thickly muscled thigh. And then his rough hand delivers three hard swats to your vulnerable ass.

“Shit!” You hiss through the stinging pain. 

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth, little girl. If I have to tell you again you’re gonna get the best use of my hand.” Said hand goes to grip your jaw, squeezing roughly.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. But that hurt.” You can feel your impending orgasm building and building. The friction on your pulsing little clit is almost too much. “I need to cum.” You whisper. Oh god, it was right there.

The man simply shrugs. “I hope you don’t think that I’m going to help you, sugar. In fact, maybe I should order you to stop. Have you get on your knees and choke on my fat dick. I think you’d look even prettier with that mouth stuffed full.” He smacks your ass again.

Oh fuck! “Please, please! I’ll do whatever you want if you just let me cum.”

“If you can cum, then cum. But you had better do it fast. I’m starting to enjoy the idea of watching you cry and whimper while you struggle to take all of me.” How can his words sound both menacing and seductive at the same time?

“Gonna make you swallow me. You’re gonna drink me down - everything I give you, baby. Down to the last drop. Just like the good little slut you are.”

You grind against him even harder. It was right there. Your ecstasy, your little taste of heaven, was right there. Almost within reach.

“And then you’re gonna thank me. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and say “thank you, Daddy.” 

“Oh, god!” You whine. His hands go to grip your hips, helping your tired body move so that you can reach your goal. So close.

Your head falls to his broad chest. “That;s right.” He murmurs into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. “Soak me, baby. Be a good fucking girl and soak your new Daddy’s thigh. Unless you want him to spank you.”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, baby. Yes!” You cry out as you cum. Your whole body convulsing against him as the pleasure courses through you, hot and wild. This shit was fucking electric. 

When it’s over, you collapse into the man’s arms. He eagerly wraps them around you and kisses your forehead. “Swear to god, that was fucking magnificent, baby girl. You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever met.” 

You smile into his neck. “That felt amazing, Andy.” You murmur sweetly. “But once again, what about your wife?”

“Well lucky for me, the gorgeous girl perched on my lap is my wife. And even luckier for me, she loves to play naughty little games with her Daddy.” His mouth finds yours, making you moan as you taste the bourbon on his tongue. God, your husband could kiss. 

“You did so good for me, Y/N.  So good.” He strokes your curls, his fingers massaging your scalp.

“I love you, Daddy.” You purr. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll take care of you, okay?” Andy sighs and snuggles you close. And then he grabs a blanket and wraps it around your nude body. 

“You just took care of me, sweetheart. After watching you ride the fuck out of me like that, I can die a happy man. Just rest.”

“Yes, Sir.” You reply dreamily as your eyes slowly drift closed. 

END

[ererokii]

Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me. 

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers. 

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment. 

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock. 

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air. 

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest. 

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body. 

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life. 

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs. 

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other. 

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes. 

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering. 

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs. 

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit. 

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs. 

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement. 

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality. 

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down. 

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again. 

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic. 

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you. 

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down. 

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at. 

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention. 

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so. 

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright. 

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you. 

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position. 

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot. 

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[cjsinkythoughts]

Suits, Dresses, and Heels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)

A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.

There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.

Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.

Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.

You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.

Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.

“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”

His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.

“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.

“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”

You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“No doubt.”

Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”

“You’re a punk.” You shot back.

Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”

“For which one?”

“Both of them.”

You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.

“It’s time. We’re landing now.”

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.

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

You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.

“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”

“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.

“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”

You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.

“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”

“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”

Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”

“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”

“Buck-”

“Promise me.”

It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.

Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”

“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”

He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.

“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.

You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.

“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.

You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.

Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.

It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 

Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.

“Kinda is.”

He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.

Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.

He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-

A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.

“Selby will see you now.”

One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.

“You good?”

Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”

Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.

When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”

Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”

“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.

Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.

A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.

But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.

“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”

Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…

And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.

You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.

“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.

“Can you not right now?!”

“I can’t run in these heels!”

You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”

“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.

She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”

Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”

You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…

Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.

How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?

“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”

She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”

She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”

She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.

Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” He ground out.

You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.

You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.

“Nice kicks.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”

“Did you rip the dress?”

“I was tempted to.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”

You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”

She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”

Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”

The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”

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

“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.

“They’re idiots.”

You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”

“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”

“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”

She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”

“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”

“Steve?”

Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you miss him?”

You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”

She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”

Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”

“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”

“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”

You gave her a look. “Sharon-”

“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”

A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.

She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”

“That’s still weird to say.”

“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”

You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”

“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”

“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”

Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”

“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”

“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”

You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”

Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”

“Yes it does.”

“Do you ever think of taking a break?”

You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”

“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’ve been having…problems.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”

“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”

“PTSD?”

“Something like that.”

“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”

“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.

“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”

“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”

You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”

She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”

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

“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”

You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”

“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”

“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.

He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”

“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.

You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.

People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”

“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”

“I thought you used to be a dancer?”

“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.

You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”

He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.

“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”

“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.

“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”

He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”

Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”

“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”

“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.

“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”

Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”

You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”

[junisfics]

insatiable* — armin arlert

pairing: armin x reader

word count: 2k

content: established relationship, porn no plot, kitchen sex

content warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + (daddy kink, dom armin, slight s&m, spit, choking, dumbification, slight cum play)

summary: n/a

notes: this is straight porn. i was hungry for armin after seeing him w an undercut and the daddy kink ended up coming out to play.

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you knew, the moment he slipped his hands around your waist, you knew that he wanted something from you.

he stands behind you as his fingers toy with the hem of the tee-shirt you wear, which just so happened to be one of his. they slip underneath, brushing against the soft of your stomach, he brings his chin to rest on your shoulder.

“hi,” you mumble, pressing your cheek into his and relishing in the warmth.

“whatcha doing?” he asks, pressing his lips against your ear and giving a kiss. it makes you shiver.

“figuring out what to make for dinner, got any suggestions?” you smile, flipping another page in your cook book.

he presses a gentle kiss below your ear, where your jaw meets your neck. low in your stomach, arousal begins to pool as his tongue licks over the kiss. you could feel his breath hot against the skin of your neck.

“i got an idea...” he chuckles, his finger tips slipping under your waistband and teasing the skin below your navel.

“you do, huh... what is it?” you tilt your head away from the kiss, exposing the fragile skin of your neck, scattered in goosebumps.

you know his answer, you know exactly what he wants. and he’s real goddamn lucky that you want it too... and that you weren’t in the mood for cooking.

he teases at the erogenous zone below your waistline, teeth taking tiny nips at your neck. it was all teasing, gentle and sensual teasing that had you grinding back into his hips.

“you,” he mutters, sliding his right hand further down to brush over your clit. 

your mouth falls open, head falling back to his shoulder. he’s barely got a hand on you and your melting right in his grasp. you were on your toes, twitching around in his arms as one hand flattens against your stomach and the other circles your clit.

“want you so bad.” he whispers, pressing himself into your ass and grinding his cock up against you. even though it was direct, you could feel your pussy throb as he slides himself against you.

“have me.” you breathe, a hand coming off the counter to grab ahold of his wrist that toys with you while the other grips onto the counter ledge.

the had that once was against the plush skin of your stomach slides up and under your shirt, up your chest, and grips your throat as the other plays with you.

“say please.”

“please, daddy.” you whimper.

his hips rut against your backside at your words, his cock throbbing in his sweatpants and leaking precum. he could feel your pulse fluttering under his fingertips as he continues to tease your cunt, now leaking arousal into your panties.

“good girl.” he says, sliding his fingers through your slick and slipping his middle finger inside you. you let out a breathy moan as he does so, knees already growing weak and shaky and your back is sent into a pretty arch for him.

he sucks at the fragile skin of your neck, hard and hot, trying to get it to bruise under his lips. he was always possessive like that, marking your skin with dark dark purple marks. they were always in the most visible places. his tongue soothes over his damage.

his finger curls real nice, deep inside you and teasing your sweet spot. he’s gentle with it, teasing at your pleasure. he wasn’t trying to get you off with this, he was just loosening you up for him, getting you all nice and ready for his cock.

“armin —” you whine, voice strained. your eyes have fluttered and your jaw opens and closes as you let out pathetic moans for him.

“what do you need, baby?” he purrs, running his nose along the side of your throat and taking in the sweet scent of your skin.

“need you — so bad.” you push your ass against him, sliding it over the length of his stiff cock.

you were always a mess for him, all needy and reduced to nothing when he touched you. he knew what he could do too, and he always used it to his advantage. he takes his time playing with your cunt until you’re dripping and begging for his cock like your life was on the line. 

“my girl want her daddy’s cock?” he teases, changing the way he fingers you. his finger goes from sensual curling to languid pumping, sliding in and out of your cunt. then he adds one.

“yeah.” you grind against his hand, aiding his shallow thrusts.

"alright baby, turn around for me." he whispers, pulling out his fingers slowly and letting his hands slide across your waist as you turn in his grasp.

he traps you between him and the counter top, taking your lips in his and grabbing at the backs of your thighs to hoist you atop it. he slips his waist between your legs and squeezes your thighs as he swallows your shallow moans

armin's fingers grab ahold of your waistband, tugging down the curve of your thighs and down your legs to discard your shorts to the floor. he returns between your thighs as he tugs his shirt over his head, abs flexing as he pulls at the collar.

you drink in the sight of his lean, milky skin, so pretty and pale before you. you were planning out where to mark him up, where to sink your teeth in and suck until a nice visible bruise appears.

armin grabs ahold of your shirt and peels it off of you, letting your chest fall bare to his eyes. he kisses you again, palms coming up to squeeze at the soft fat of your chest as he grinds his stiff cock against your clothed cunt.

"please, please" you whimper, rutting your hips into his, but he his hands fall to your thighs as his lips trail down your neck.

he keeps you still as he resumes his assault on the fragile skin, biting and licking at your neck real nice.

"be patient," he mumbles against the dewy skin of your chest.

he allows his fingers to slip under the band of your panties, hooking around it and peeling it down your thighs the same as he did your shorts,

"look at that pretty cunt, so wet for me, hm?" he licks a broad strip up the valley of your breasts before meeting your lips again.

his hands come off you to push his boxers down his thighs, just enough to free his hard cock and let it slap against your clit.

"armin!" your cry is muffled by his tongue, your back arching your stomach against him and your hands clawing at his back to bring him closer.

while he licks at your open mouth, one hand comes to the base of him to line him up with your drooling pussy. he slides the head around a few times, listening to the slick sounds that come from the motions.

"please — daddy, please" you whine, but he just swallows your noises down with his tongue.

but he listens to you, he listens to his sweet girl and pushes the head of his cock into your needy cunt. he lets you pull him in, clenching around the first inch of him as he stretches you out.

"there you go, pretty girl." he groans, tilting his hips to slide more of him in you.

it was always such a good stretch, his fat cock dragging through your cunt real nice as your walls hug the length of him. it was an easy entrance, you were so wet for him that there was little to no resistance. but he always takes it slow for you.

your mouth drops open, eyes squeezing shut as he pushes himself to your hilt. his hands snake around your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

"oh m'god."

"fuck, that's my girl." he grunts, finally reaching his hilt. his hips flush against yours.

your legs were kicking and shaking around him, heels knocking against the lower cabinet.

"taking me so fucking well, so good for her daddy..." he groans, pulling his cock out real slow.

"i love you — love you, thank you." you cry, fingers pressing into the meat of his shoulders and nails etching the skin.

his thrusts start slow, just using the tilting of his hips to pull himself out and sheath himself back in. his hands come down to grip the fat of your ass in his palms, squeezing the meat in his fingertips and using his grip to grind you against him.

you could feel him shifting around deep inside you as he grinds after every thrust. his pelvis swiveling and rubbing up against your clitt with sweet friction. his forehead rests against yours as he thrusts, jaw slacked and soft groans leaving his lips. 

“you feel so good, so tight.” he hisses.

his hands release your ass to bring one to the back of your right knee and tugging it upwards. your foot rests on the edge of the counter as he holds your leg upright, sending his cock into your sweet spot over and over.  with his hand still pressing into the back of your thigh, his other grips your hip to steady you as he picks up his pace.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” you cry, hands sliding up to his neck and holding on to him as he pounds himself into you, hooked around the back of his neck, the short buzz of his undercut scratching at your palms. 

“feel good baby? is daddy fucking you nice and dumb?”

you were overwhelmed by pleasure, entire body coursing with red hot arousal. your brain felt all fuzzy already, mouth fallen open because you don’t have the strength to keep it closed. you can hear the lewd squelching of your cunt as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

the hand on his hip comes to your front, thumb sneaking to your clit and applying pressure. he takes your lips in his again, tongue sliding of your own and licking into your open mouth... all sloppy and wet.

“feels — feels s’good.” you babble, speaking into his mouth as he continues to kiss you, “’m gonna cum.”

“do it, cum on my cock, cum on my fucking cock.” he spits.

he can feel your pussy gush around him, fluttering over the length of his cock as you let out a broken moan. your head falls back on your shoulders and your whole body spasms and shakes in his grasp. your thigh that’s propped up on the counter trembles in his fingers and your other legs thrashes against his body.

“fuck — so good,” armin watches you clench around his cock, dragging him towards his own release, “where?”

“on me,” you whimper, still shaking before him, orgasm still coursing through your veins.

armin pulls his cock out of you, using your release as lubrication as he jerks himself through his orgasm, “want me to cum on your pretty body?”

“yes, yes daddy. please, please.” you beg, watching the head of his cock disappear then reappear in his fist.

with a low groan, he spurts his cum all over your stomach. its thick and hot, splattering across the plush fat and marking you up real pretty. 

“g — god.” he breathes, sliding his thumb over the tip as he continues to milk himself dry, cum dripping down the length of him and joining his fist in jerking him.

he drags his release out, slowing his jerks until they’re long and languid and nothing comes out of the tip anymore. he lets his eyes flit up to you, your body in a sheen of sweat and chest rising and falling as you regain your composure. you were all spread out for him, your eyes foggy with pleasure and arousal.

“pretty girl,” he mutters, a smirk upturning his lips, “so good for daddy.”

JUNISFICS © 2021

[nightowlfandom]

Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

...

“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?! 

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing. 

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled. 

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled. 

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi. 

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you.  His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care. 

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss. 

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit. 

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers. 

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“  Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving. 

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways. 

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you. 

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered. 

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

[pleasantanathema]

A Little Taste

Pairing: Step-dad Erwin x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Pseudo incest (step-dad/step-daughter), Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Choking (on fingers and hand around throat), Secret Relationship

A/N: This is what Erwin brain rot and a too-long shower leads to. Please heed the warnings.

          Erwin was a commander in every sense, you could feel it in his stride, in the way he held himself, so real and full against the border of his composure. He was golden, muted power, even in the moments of silence you spent together— drinking in his study when you visited home for Christmas break, sitting in the breakfast nook in the early morning light as he read the paper and you perused books without actually reading them.

           Sometimes it made you sick to your stomach that you couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop thinking about your step-dad, but other times it brought you a silent thrill, made your chest burn with excitement, especially when you caught him looking back at you. Brilliant blue eyes were always waiting for your first move. That’s how the game worked. The initiating step had to be made by you; you had to show your willingness, your need for him, then he would take over.

          He was always so calm and in control, someone who changed the atmosphere whenever he drew near. But whenever you moved closer, you could see the softness in his eyes, felt the quietness between his fingers as they wrapped around your throat. He was a gentle lion, shy and soundless before the press of your lips would stir and rouse him into something more dangerous.

          You could still remember the first time you fucked him.

          Alone in his study, your mom hundreds of miles away on an impromptu business trip, and you asked him for a sip of the dark, amber colored liquor that sloshed in his glass. You immodestly draped yourself on his knee, short dress pooling around your hips to expose smooth thighs. He was eager to appease you, full lips curving into a smirk at your boldness.

          His long, thick fingers dipped into the drink, coating them in the expensive whiskey.

           “Have a taste.”

          He slipped his digits into your awaiting mouth, eyes watching your every move as you sucked the burning alcohol from his skin. He pressed down against your tongue, groaned as you swallowed around him and your heated lips slid along his knuckles.

          You thought it would be simple, just a little taste of something you weren’t supposed to have.

          But simplicity wasn’t enough for your selfish step-father.

          He placed his spit-slick fingers between your legs, pulling you deeper into his lap as pushed your panties to the side and curled his fingers inside you.

          “You’ve always been such a good girl,” your hands were sinking into his blonde undercut as you whimpered for him, “you always do exactly as you’re told, don’t you? I raised you that way.”

          He wasn’t wrong. He came into your life your first year of college, sweeping your mother off her feet with his handsome features and the promising wallet of a high-rise CEO. You weren’t beyond the age of raising, however, and Erwin took his time teaching you how to behave for formal dinners, took his time teaching you how to be the perfect little lady with etiquette books and trips to lavish department stores.

          “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. He used to hate when you called him that, said it made you sound childish. But as his other hand wrapped around your throat, keeping your chin tilted toward his face so he could watch you come undone, you could feel his cock hardening at the moniker.

          “You look so pretty like this, darling, take my fingers so well,” he knew you liked the praise, could feel your pulse pounding against his palm at the words.

          “I-I want you…” you mewled when his strong thumb began to circle your wet clit.

          “Want me to do what? Use your words like I taught you.”

          You were rocking in his lap, pressing yourself down his hand as you chased your high. Slick was running down your thighs. The noises were lewd, wet, the sound of fingers plunging into a too-willing cunt.

          “Want you to fuck me, wanna feel you inside me.”

          Your hands were trailing down his chest, fingertips stumbling as you pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt.

          “You can have me if you can take me.”

          You realized what he meant when he leaned back in the leather chair, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from his slacks. His cock was fat, long, hot blood thumping beneath silken skin and thick veins. It was pretty, weeping with pre-cum and flushed pink at the flared tip. You couldn’t help but to touch him, moaning as the fingers inside of you suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

          It dawned on you that he was just as needy for you as you were him.

          Erwin pulled his hand from between you drenched thighs as you straddled him, bringing his sticky fingers back to your lips. You took them in, tongue lapping at the bittersweet taste of you on your daddy’s fingers.

          “How’s that taste?”

          You closed your eyes as he greedily pressed his fingers down your throat.

          “ ‘s good,” you murmured with your stuffed mouth, lips closing tighter as his cockhead brushed between your slick folds.

          “Keep them in there and keep quiet. Can’t have the whole neighborhood hearing you scream for me.”

          Heat raced to your cheeks at his words and at the burn of his cock pressing into you. Your walls were tight around him, his pumping veins molding to your insides. One of your hands pressed against his exposed chest for balance as he started to thrust, your panties softly cutting into the fat of your thighs as he spread you. You were still slipping down his cock, body unsure if it could take all of his length. But, of course, you were a good girl for him, eventually taking every inch of him in so he could bottom out inside of you.

          You weren’t sure how long you were moaning around his fingers, lingering notes of slick and whiskey painting your tongue. Time was inconsequential as he took you, other hand secured at your hip so he could bounce and move you how he wanted.

          It felt so good to be used by him, to hear him grunting below you, to feel the sheen of sweat building on his chest.

          “So good,” he groaned, “so fucking good for me.”

          His balls were slapping against your tender ass cheeks, his damp slacks sliding against your thighs, the blonde curls at the base of his cock kissing against your swollen clit.

          You wanted to remember this moment forever, wanted it to burn and sear against your thoughts like a polaroid in a dark room.

          “Daddy,” the name was a muffled sound in your mouth, reverberating down his fingers and forearm.

          “Daddy’s gonna cum inside you, darling,” your lashes fluttered open at his confession, and your chest tightened at the sight of his normally perfect hair falling against his forehead, his cheekbones stained pink with lust. He was as undone as you were, his jaw flexing and eyebrows pressed together as he took what he wanted from your body.

          “Please,” you begged, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably with every plunge of his cock spreading your pussy apart, “pleasepleaseplease.”

          He knew what you were pleading for. You wanted to cum with him, didn’t want to be left behind as you both barreled down the path of no return.

          Erwin slowly broke you apart as he swirled his thumb over your clit, a purposeful, brutish pace that matched the cock skimming along your gummy walls. But he was becoming just as unhinged as your cunt sucked him in more and more, your belly clenching as you got pulled closer and closer to ecstasy.

          “Come on, cream on my cock, baby, cum for me, cum for daddy.”

          You almost gagged yourself on his fingers as your head fell forward from the forcefulness of your orgasm. You screamed around his skin, felt his knuckles against your teeth as you held back tears. It all felt too hot, too fast, like he’d stretched you like a rubber band and snapped you back together. Your belly was tensing over and over again, shocks of pleasure racing down to your toes, making your fingers curl against the downy hairs of his chest.

          Erwin came soon after you, holding a growl back in his throat as he buried his seed into your depths. Some part of you hoped that he came just from seeing what he’d done to you. You dreamed that he reached the point of euphoria just from watching you cum, watching you cry and shake for your daddy in his lap, his cock stuffed so deep in your pussy that he could feel your heart beating.

          When he pulled out of you, he quickly pushed your panties back into place, two fingers patting against your abused clit.

          “Don’t lose a drop of my cum, darling. I want to feel it inside you next time I fuck you.”

          That first fuck was just the first move, just the first taste.

          Every time you visited home from college, Erwin found a way to take you. Some nights were quick and hasty, the two of you fighting against time so you wouldn’t be caught. Asking you to help him find something in his car, only to have you back in his lap with his massive hand over your mouth. Following you after you said goodnight, only to press you against the shower wall and have you praying that the heavy sound of water against the tiles covered the sounds of you whimpering for your daddy.

          There was a time he was bold enough to slide his hand up your skirt at a family dinner after you playfully pulled at his pant leg under the table. Your moans bubbled into the wine glass that you nursed, thighs clenching around his wrist.

          Erwin was relentless whenever you released him, whenever you made that first step and teased him, asked him for more cum, touched him when no one was looking.

          Your favorite moments were when you could find him alone, run your hot tongue along the shell of his ear and tell him how good you’ve been for him. How you think of him when you’re away from him, how you imagine that your hands are his when you touch yourself during the witching hours of night. Sometimes he would strip you and lay you naked across his desk so you could show him exactly how you make yourself scream when you’re alone.

          Sometimes he would leave you with things to remember him by. He’d suck a bruise in the shape of his mouth on your breast, leave nail marks along your thighs, smack a scorching handprint into your ass cheek that you’d feel for days on end.

          He once had you filled with shame as he pounded you into the bed he shared with your mother. With his back pressed against yours, his hand back around your throat where it belonged, he whispered promises that couldn’t be kept.

          “I’m yours, darling, just like you’re mine.”

          Your ears burned with the vows as your pussy spread to take him in deeper, harder.

          “I’ll fuck you even after you get married, my little girl will always be mine.”

          Affirmations would tumble out your open mouth, little whines of yes daddy and I’m yours.

          But you knew one day the game would end. Someone would find the pieces, someone would hear you, see you, catch you, but the thrill of it had you cumming even harder whenever daddy decided to play with you.

[gingersnaaps]

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you should always remember to close your tabs - especially your tabs of tumblr smut, and especially around miya atsumu.

wc: 1.6k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, fingering, panty gag, finger sucking, condescension, super meta, fem!reader with internal genitals, college!au

a/n: i feel like this has been done before but i’ve had this concept on my mind for a while

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

Miya Atsumu. Star volleyball player at your college. Undeniably talented. Riddled with scholarship offers and professional opportunities. Infuriatingly attractive.

Also: a terrible group project member.

“Just lemme have a look,” he whines, grabbing at your laptop. “It’ll only take a few seconds. Promise.”

It’s a heroic task, ignoring him. It almost takes as much brainpower as doing his portion of the project for him.

Your eye begins to twitch as his perfectly-filed fingernails intrude at the edge of your screen, obscuring part of the slide you’d been working on. Technically, he should have been the one doing them, but as much of a genius as he may be at volleyball(this fact was grudgingly admitted after you’d watched him play once), he was utterly useless when it came to anatomy and physiology.

And you really, really, needed to end the semester without failing.

The cool metal of the laptop slips out of your grasp, and you roll your eyes so hard that you think they might get stuck in your head.

“Just wanted to see what you’d been workin’ on,” Atsumu says sheepishly. He’s sitting at the opposite end of your couch, legs kicked up and crossed on the coffee table, and the bright screen disappears from view as he begins clicking through the slideshow. “Not bad,” he muses. He presses a few more keys.

His face suddenly changes, a brow quirking as his eyes darken.

“What?” you snap. “Should’ve done it yourself earlier if there’s something you don’t like.”

He jumps slightly, startled by your harsh reaction. “No,” he says quickly. Too quickly. “It’s good. I like it.”

One more thing to note about Miya Atsumu, you thought to yourself: he was probably terrible at poker.

He returns the laptop to you, as promised, and hums idly as you resume working. The two of you sit in silence, but it’s not exactly comfortable - after the awkward exchange, there’s a layer of tension that hangs thick and heavy in the air. The air conditioning drones on in the background, like white noise meant to soothe, but it worms its way into your conscious mind and sits there, just noticeable enough to be irritating. Aside from that, it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Of course, he’s the one to break the silence.

“Didn’t know you were into that kinda’ stuff.”

You freeze.

“Didn’t think that a girl like you would ever be lookin’ at something so messed up.”

Panic clenches at your stomach, and you reply carefully, voice measured and cold. “What are you talking about?”

“Should really be more careful about which tabs you leave open,” he chuckles.

You scan the cluttered row of tabs at the top; there’s nothing missing. Your eyes dart around the screen frantically -

There’s an incognito window open along your taskbar.

“Rough sex, violent sex, rape? Jesus christ, sweetheart.”

You click nervously, and on the screen, clear as day, is the fic you’d been reading earlier that morning. It’s one of the blogs you frequent - normally one of your favorite places to scroll through after a nasty day - but right now, it seems almost sinister, black font on a white background staring back accusingly as your skin prickles under his gaze. You swallow; a heavy, sinking feeling squeezes at your chest, closes up your throat, makes you feel like you’re dry drowning.

He grabs the laptop back. He’s sitting a lot closer now.

“I mean, just look at this shit. You really want this, huh?”

“No, I- I don’t.” Your voice sounds foreign, far away - you feel like you’re underwater, and your denial sounds guilty even to your own ears.

His lips graze your ear, the warmth of his body spreading to yours as he slides an arm around waist.

“If you wanted to be raped, angel,” he whispers, a terrifying grin stretched wide across his face. “All you had to do was ask.”

He laughs at his clever little joke, and pulls you onto his lap.

You feel numb, paralyzed, unable to fight back or move at all as his hands glide along your inner thighs, kneading the soft, puffy, flesh, spreading them apart until you’re straddling his lap. He pulls your hair to one side and starts kissing along your jaw, rough and sloppy, sharp teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw as you shiver.

He punctuates his words with a harsh squeeze to your thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to your cunt. “I bet you were getting off t’ this, weren’t you?” he hisses. “Bet you were just dripping down your thighs, squirmin’ around ‘n moaning, fantasizing about some scary man who just takes what he wants.”

The dull, pained, look in your eyes reads like defeat to him, sending a thrill of pleasure through his veins. He’s right, isn’t he? He’s fuckn’ spot on about your little habits, your little fantasies, and he’s gonna make sure that all your dreams come true.

“Let’s do this exactly how it’s written out, how’s that sound? Follow along with your cute story ‘nd everything,” he muses, scrolling down the page. “Starts out with her - you - getting fingerfucked.”

It’s as if those words break some sort of dam inside you, a flurry of tears and sobs heaving out of your chest as his fingers trail up to your clothed clit. You squirm back and forth in his lap, ass rutting against his hardening cock. “Don’t want it,” you whimper. “Don’t make me. Please.”

“Playin’ along, angel? That’s cute.”

He peels your skirt off of you, thumbs hooking around the waistband of your panties as he pulls them off and stuffs them in your mouth. You can taste yourself on the damp fabric that clings to the roof of your mouth, spit soaking through as your whines and protests become muffled.

Fingers spread your pussy apart, sliding and squelching embarrassingly in the slick, your skin cold and exposed in the open air. As he rests his thumb lightly on your clit, he quirks his lips at the way your heartbeat thrums in your cunt, your pussy twitching as you clench around nothing.

Best part is that you like this, that you're turned on by this, he thinks. The fat, silvery, tears streaming down your face mean absolutely nothing when you’re so obviously into it.

He thrusts a long, thick, finger in, all the way to the last knuckle, the calloused pad of his fingertip brushing up against your spongy walls as your pussy contracts and squeezes him tight. “So eager,” he coos. “It’s jus’ like you always imagined, huh?”

You sniffle as the outline of his cock presses into your ass, rutting his hips against you and moaning from the delicious friction of the fabric. There’s nowhere for you to go, one large hand squeezing your waist and holding you down, the other fucking you backwards into his broad chest.

He crooks his finger; you sob, body drawn taught with pleasure, and he pushes another inside as you spasm. He’s good with his hands, unfairly good, his thumb nudging against your sweet clit in circles as his fingers scissor your walls and stretch you out so good. It’s as if you’re his little puppet, jerking around whenever he drags his fingers roughly against your g-spot, crying out through your stuffed mouth as blunt teeth sink into your neck and his tongue runs along the ridge of your ear.

“You’re makin’ a mess, pretty girl,” he murmurs, watching in delight as you flush with shame. “Dripping into my palm and all down your thighs, just like the girl in the story.”

You turn your head, trying to look away, but he grabs at the hinge of your jaw and forces you to meet his gaze. It’s taunting, cruel - he looks so pleased with himself as he fingers you until your thighs start trembling, walls clenching erratically as pleasure builds and builds.

His grip on your face turns tight, pressing bruises into your skin as you cream and gush around his thick digits. The orgasm crashes down on you in waves of pleasure, his fingers fucking you through it with constant probing and circling and stimulation.

His nimble fingers pluck the panties from your mouth, soaked with drool, and tosses them aside onto the floor. “Open up,” he says, prying at your mouth.

Your jaw goes slack, falling open, too tired to put up a fight as he shoves his fingers in. You’re not sure there’s much of a point. You suck sloppily, tongue laving around his digits, cleaning your cum off of him as he shoves his hand in deeper, making you gag and retch, and he moans loudly at the sight. You look so perfect - his precious little angel choking on his fingers, eyes watering and body trembling as you do everything he makes you.

You’re shivering when he withdraws his fingers with a pop.

He helps you put your clothes back on, wet panties sliding across your skin and leaving trails of shining slick. It sticks and clings to your pussy, makes you feel all filthy and used, and bile rises in your throat. Goosebumps ripple down your thigh at the sensation of cool air.

Atsumu nuzzles at your neck, fingers patting at your spent pussy, his tenderness almost mocking, and clicks back to the slideshow you’d been working on.

“Let’s save the cock for after you get us the A, hmm?”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

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Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

-

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

-

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

-

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

-

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

-

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y… yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

-

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

-

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

-

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

-

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

-

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

-

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

-

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

--

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[some-kindofgnome]

now everything is easy

do not interact with this post if you are under 18.

Katsuki wakes next to you the morning after your heat reaches its peak.

c: katsuki bakugou x reader

wc: 3.7k

cw: smut (18+), morning sex, subtle alpha/beta/omega dynamics (knotting, heat cycles,  descriptions of scent & slick), vaginal & oral sex, aftercare if you squint, katsuki is like lovingly disgruntled through most of this but he adores you i promise

notes: Bakugou lovers, what’s up? It’s been a minute... 😅I can’t BELIEVE how long it’s been since I’ve written about Bakugou. But I signed up to write him for a few collabs over the summer, so here’s my warmup. I think I did this trope wrong but he goes down on u so like that’s fun, right? 👀

(MASTERLIST)

Morning comes hot and sticky, drizzling like honey into Katsuki’s slowly waking mind.

For a long time, waking slowly like this seemed little more than a far-off dream, for the man who could never be caught off guard. Most days his eyes still spring open, fully alert to the sound of his six o’clock alarm. But when she needs him, he loses himself easily to her.

To you.

He’s not sure what time it is exactly, only that midmorning sun splashes obscenely across the mussed bedclothes, lighting up the soft green of the worn linen and the buttery eggshell-painted wall beyond. His muscles settle into a dutiful ache. His thighs are still a little stuck together. He kind of needs to piss.

But you, fragile and perfect with the dew of your leftover heat drying on your spine, are worth lingering for.

You’re still fast asleep as he rolls onto one hip, fresh scratches pulling and stinging in the muscles of his back. The sheet’s tucked haphazardly over the curve of your hip, but you’re sprawled on your side with your torso left carelessly bare.

He can’t help himself, leaning forward to bury his nose against your scent glands, pulling the strong reek of you into his head. Your scent is so easy to read- maple-sweet, fragrant like orange blossom and deliciously mingled with his own. Last night, he fucked you both into sheer exhaustion, and the sheets still waft puffs of your mingled scents with every shift of his body.

Still, you’ll be wanting more soon. He gives your petal-soft skin a devilish little nip, rolling away to stretch yesterday’s exertion from his tendons.

Before he can even shift to climb out of bed for the bathroom, you’re squirming beside him.

Too late.

Those long, peaceful breaths of sleepy silence quickly give way to strained little whimpers as your senses come back to you. Last night, your heat cycle had reached its peak. But after a full measure of sleep- and eight hours without the fill of your alpha- he knew this was coming.

“Alpha,” you keen, struggling with even one coherent word. Katsuki’s instincts flare to life while you wake up, fresh waves of your needy scent filling his head and bringing his alpha to the surface. His cock stirs greedily against one thigh, stiffening traitorously in response to your voice.

He sighs harshly, flopping back against the pillows. His jaw ticks, letting firm throbs of desire swell in his gut.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to take a piss, could you?” He growls, no shortage of affection in his rough tone. You’re already rolling over, tangling clumsy, slick thighs in the soiled sheets.

“Please,” you sigh. “One more. I need one more.”

“C’mere,” he grunts, palming your ass to bring you close. “Let me see you.”

Your flesh is hot and sticky beneath his touch, and he knows how badly you need him but he can’t help indulging. Not now, when you’re so pliable and needy for him. It’s cruel to think so, but he loves you most when you’re desperate like this. His mean streak doesn’t come for you very often, but he can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and so much cuter when you want something.

He slips between your thighs to quell your squirming, letting you settle onto your back. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, staring up at him with that wide, vulnerable, irresistible expression you always get at this time in your cycle. It’s how can tell your heat’s coming, far before the changes to your scent. The first time you look up at him like this every season, he knows it’s all over.

Your thighs are still crusted with last night’s slick and dried remnants of cum, but when you spread them, long strings of fresh fluid break and drip onto the mattress. The warm slip of your sex is glistening already.

Katsuki decides in that moment that he’s going to take his time with you, whether you’re ready to wait for it or not.

“You feeling patient?” he chuckles, lip curling as he flicks his eyes back to yours. You’re still staring up at him like that, an extra flash of panic lighting your eyes when the word patient reaches your ears.

“W-what,” you plead. “N-no, please, just- now, just do it now…”

Your voice trails into a strangled little squeak of pleasure when he dips his head between your thighs and seals his mouth to your dripping cunt. The familiar sweet musk of you pours into his mouth, cocktailed with the overwhelmingly heady flavor of your heat slick. The tightness in his balls is getting blurry now, half-full-bladder, half-swelling desire. But he can hold it, if it means he gets to pull more of those little cries from your needy throat.

He glides the flat of his tongue up between your folds, knowing that it makes you squeal without actually pushing you any closer to the edge. As he predicted, your thigh twitches by his left ear and your toes curl, but the whine that leaves you is not a satisfied one.

“K-katsuki,” you beg. The shape of his name on your lips comes as a surprise to him, and he glances up at you with a flinch of his brow. While there’s nothing quite like the way you shout “alpha” in the throes of your heat, when you’re all sleepy and sticky and half-conscious like this, his name feels good, too, hanging in the bleary air between you.

It sounds nice.

He rewards you with a lift of his chin, bringing the fat press of his tongue over your swollen clit just once. The sharp flick of it makes you yelp and flinch, slamming your hips into his face so hard he nearly bites his lip.

“Fuck,” he curses without pulling away, “cut it out.” He flattens one palm over the low plane of your pelvis, pressing weight into his wrist and pinning your wriggling hips to the mattress. The angle’s a little more awkward like this, but your toes are starting to twitch and he can tell you’re losing yourself to the pleasure.

He presses one finger to the weeping silk of your slippery folds, nudging it forward to find your needing hole and pushing smoothly inside.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he croons into your cunt, “y’re fuckin’ grabbing me already.”

Your walls flutter in near-instant reaction to his touch, closing down hard around his middle finger. You squeeze so tightly he can barely draw back out of you again, curling the pad of his finger to find the spongy flesh near your entrance. It’s the tenderest part of you, and when he rubs it just right, you’ll descend into the kind of shivers that’ll make it hard to hold back.

It’s worth it every time, though, to watch you lose your mind under his diligent hands.

Katsuki refreshes the weight in his palm, pinning you freshly down while he re-adjusts to the slick pull of your clutching depths. He cups his tongue against your clit, feeling the heat in its swollen ridge, and dips his ring finger into you, alongside the first. His cock’s fully hard now, drooling wet preek into the sheets and burning with bright, hot tension.

Fuck, it’s going to feel good to get you on his knot again.

He focuses once more on the task at hand, finished revelling in your taste and ready to focus on your pleasure. You like it when he flutters his tongue quick and sharp against your clit, and your cunt’s most sensitive in the shallow parts near your slit. He curls his fingers, rubbing all along the hottest planes. He can practically feel the spots where your nerves sit closest to your skin, making your body spasm when he pins them under his fingers.

“Kah!” The first syllable of his name flies from your lips. He knows you sense his intent now, and your body’s already beginning to stiffen with the promise of climax. He knows you have to tense up a little to make it happen, so when you tense your core beneath the press of his free hand, he knows you’re getting close.

“Close,” you pant anyway, slipping one hand between your thighs and raking your fingers into his hair. When you grab the longest strands at his crown and pull, it sends an unexpected little shock of pleasure to his dick that pulls the air from his chest.

You’re already starting to pitch and shake, but he knows better than to let up now. He keeps the pleasure coming steady and strong, pushing out out a solid rhythm between his tongue and his fingers as he feels you pass the point of no return.

“Right there,” comes your desperate voice, crawling into your upper register. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, y-you’re-“

It’s kind of beautiful, how easy to read you’ve become. He’s pretty sure he could satisfy you like this by feel alone at this point, blindfolded with his ears stuffed full of cotton.

A heartbeat and a half later you’re falling, tense muscles suddenly going slack as you dig your heels into the mattress and arch your back off the bed and contract so tight around his fingers he almost busts it right there, trying not to think about how maddening you’re going to feel around his cock in a few seconds. You let out one, long, hushed draw of his name, a “Katsuki,” that wafts by his ears like a fragrant breeze. Then you’re collapsing between his hands, fitful and whimpering and fighting him off.

“Better?” he grunts, sitting back on his heels. He wipes his mouth off with the back of one hand, dipping the pad of his thumb into the corners as he licks your heat-slick from his lips.

The look you give him suggests everything he intended. Better after a peak, perhaps, but there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy you enough to function today.

Fuck, his knot’s already starting to swell a little when he closes his fingers around himself. He grits his teeth, ignoring the flush of heat that creeps down the back of his neck and willing it to stay small enough to fuck you properly.

He looks up at you again, and your scent crashes into his mind, filling every hollow of his blurry mind. You’re already gushing fresh slick, reaching for him to grab him by the face and pull him back down to your level.

He probably shouldn’t have teased you so long.

He lets you tug him against you, bracing his hands at either side of your head to drop his mouth to yours. He laves his tongue affectionately across your teeth, tasting notes of his scent in the lingering flavour of you. The hint of his own musk serves as a pleasant memory from the night before, when he’d poured his scent into every hollow of your body, claiming you as wholly as you’d given yourself to him.

You’re already humping your hips down against his, with his cock pressing up into the crook of your thigh. Katsuki groans long and low into your mouth, fitting one hand between you to bring his weeping tip to the hot gush of your cunt.

“That’s what you want?” He grunts, dipping his mouth from yours, tucking it against the shell of your ear.

“Katsuki, hmmm,” you whine, dragging your hard nipples against his chest. When he doesn’t move right away you whine again, clutching at his back and trying to rock yourself down onto him.

“Alpha, plea-hah!”

Katsuki delights in the way he can still startle you, after all this time. He cuts off your begging by snapping his hips sharply forward, bottoming out in one clean thrust. He’s never pretended to have the biggest cock in the world. But he’ll be damned if you’re not satisfied by it anyway.

“That’s right,” he pants, closing his eyes against the crook of your neck. “I got what you need.”

He pets a hand down your sternum as he straightens up a little, thumbing the tender swell of one nipple. He slides his fingers into the dip of your waist to brace at the curve of your hip, digging the pads of his fingers into your flesh as he rolls smoothly in and out of your clingy heat.

He closes his eyes again, overcome by the feelings he swallowed to tease you earlier. You are still tender and gooey from last night, molded perfectly to the size of him and sucking him forward every time he tries to pull away. Your slick leaks out around the edges of his cock with every push of his hips, and the quiet, satisfied cries from beneath him send pulses of deep affection into the hollows of his chest.

There’s nothing quite like this, the physical manifestation of the intimacy that lies between you. He is the only one who can do this for you anymore, the only person in the world who can quell the trembling tides of your heat.

He’s not gonna last long at all, getting sweet on you in his head like this.

Determined to make use of the time that he has, he slides his fingers into the back of your knee, pushing your thigh up toward your torso until he can reach up and grab you by the ankle. Slowly, deftly, he straightens your leg, gliding his palm down the length of your shin and guiding the curve of your heel into the crook of his shoulder.

“Pretty like this,” he croons without thinking, turning his head and feathering a quiet little kiss to the inside of your ankle. He spies your reaction out of the corner of his eye, a blissful little sleepy smile that paints your warmed features. Affection clutches low and hot in his belly, a feeling he’s only now grown used to embracing. Tenderly, he wraps his arm around your leg, braces it against his chest, and begins to thrust.

He takes up a slow, heady pace, pulling slowly out of you and then slamming forward with a harsh snap of his hips, revelling in the way your body jerks every time. He can feel the breath rattle against his palate as he sucks it in through his clenched teeth, losing himself in the maddening grip of you. It’s woven into the very fabric of him, loving you. He doesn’t have to say it anymore, not when he can practically read it out of your skin. But he’s promised himself, more fiercely than anything, to take care of you.

He promises you in the way he fucks you through this, muscles stretched thin, balls aching. Worn out on a weeknight’s worth of sleep, calling out of work for the second day in a row, undoubtedly leaving you in bed to put together a decent meal from the fridge he’d stocked this time last week, when you started looking at him Like That and he couldn’t even bring himself to dread it.

You clench, shifting your foot against his shoulder and lifting your hips into his. The tight little ripple around the base of his cock shoots all the way to the base of his spine, and with a sharp little grunt Katsuki slips his free hand down your belly, stretching his thumb over your tender clit. He can already feel his knot beginning to swell again, pleasure spiking hard when he traps your clit under his thumb and starts to stroke, making you cry out and tense into him all over again.

“Kat…suki, I’m.. g-gonna,” you plead, like he can’t already feel it happening again. Even your scent fluctuates when you’re about to cum, rippled with a sharp little spice that peters into sweetness all over again when you bleed down from that high.

“I gotcha,” he promises gently, hooking his arm more firmly around your calf. “Come on, baby. I gotcha. Come on.”

He dips his hips as low as he can, paying extra attention to the beginning and end of every thrust, to overstimulate those tender spots that line your entrance. It works, because before long you’re digging your heel into the meat of his shoulder and convulsing around his pounding length and gushing hot slick that drips down his balls and coats his pelvis and smears across the low end of his stomach.

“Fuck.” The word hisses from his throat, his body taking the green light of your waning climax long before his brain clues in. He digs his fingers into your thigh and leans forward, stretching it up toward your chest and lets himself go, shoving his hips madly against yours and milking every cruel draw of pleasure from his own body until his thighs are shaking with the resistance of it. When the ecstasy finally boils over he slams his hips as far forward as they’ll go, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting long spurts of cum up into your belly. Your walls stretch eagerly around him as his knot expands completely, sealing his pelvis to yours.

Finally, he shrugs your ankle down his arm, gently straightening your leg out over his thigh as you catch your breath. He’s a little winded, too, never quite ready for the overwhelming sensations of taking you.

“That’s never gonna get old,” he mumbles, bowing over your supine form to rest his dewy forehead on yours.

You’re still panting hard, but you laugh airily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His eyes are closed again but he can feel you grinning and it’s too contagious not to crack a little smile. He ducks his forehead away from yours to nose against the shell of your ear, mouthing gently at your jaw and sliding both hands up and down either side of your torso.

“Better?” he asks, sincere this time. And, sincerely soothed this time, you nod.

“Much better.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be on you all day. He can’t keep himself off of you when you’re coming down from the worst of it, all sweet and pliable and soft in a way that you most certainly are not for the other days in your cycle. You kick his ass without hesitation, and he loves you for it. But you’re irresistible like this.

“Now,” he grunts, still nosing his way down your neck, tonguing the sweet hollow of your scent glands, “hurry up and calm down. I gotta take a leak.”

That urge hasn’t gone anywhere fast, growing shallow and tight in the pit of his groin. But it’s not urgent. Not when he’s locked so sweetly (and securely) into your relaxing depths.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down,” you retort in good humour, glancing down for a heartbeat.

“Say that again and I might not bother waiting,” he threatens easily. The noise that escapes your throat is enough to make him snort, pillowing his head in the crook of your shoulder as you turn sharply to find his eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“You gonna stop me?” He regrets challenging you immediately when you flail instinctively beneath him, wrenching on the base of his knot and drawing a strangled, pained little wheeze from his chest.

“Fuck, I was kidding,” he scolds, pinning your shoulders to the mattress. “Jesus. Welcome back.”

You’re getting your fire back early. Maybe he’s kind of missed it, after all.  

He keeps himself curled over you like that until his knot’s gone down almost all the way, cock softening out of you and letting fresh drips of slick and cum leak onto his thighs. Finally he pulls himself away from you, padding blindly into the bathroom and flipping on the harsh fluorescent light.

He braces one hand on the wall over the toilet as he relieves himself, still half-hard and wavering on his overworked thighs. After he’s washed his hands he wagers a look in the mirror, turning his back and twisting to look over his shoulder and examine the damage.

He goes back to bed smirking, thinking of the long, angry scratches while the memory of their infliction is still fresh.

You are already half-asleep again when he finds you, so he just pulls the sheets up around your shoulders and drops a kiss to your temple. You’re going to want coffee soon, and you’re going to need breakfast. Neither of you have had a proper meal in longer than he’d care to calculate.

When he steps into some undershorts and eases into the open space that makes up the rest of your apartment, he opens the kitchen windows, since you’ll want fresh air when you come out to join him. He’d stopped by the bagel shop on the corner by the agency the last time he was there, leaving work early to come home to you, because he knew you’d want fried eggs on your favourite sesame bagel when you were finally coherent enough to crave food again.

The routines that make up his devotion to you aren’t the things he learned about in health class. They weren’t written down in the books that were unceremoniously shoved at him after he’d presented, nor did the details of your post-heat care list appear on any neatly packaged powerpoint presentation.

He’s picked them up slowly, the hard way, by messing up over and over and over again. They’re things he never even realized he knew about you, until he looks down at his hands and he’s flipping his own egg every few seconds to keep it from browning but leaving yours in the pan to get crisp around the edges.

It feels good to know you so deeply. Even when, sometimes, the flipside is still a little too vulnerable and scary. Even when he’s still harsh and mean, when he still messes up, when he still catches himself on the edge of fury so often.

You picked him anyway, and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to let that mean something.