#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.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

no one asked for this specifically but i’m in another mood so

18+

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,” Eddie 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 Eddie had told you to get into.

“Baby,” you cried out, pleading, needing Eddie 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?”

Eddie 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.

Steve 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 Eddie making you feel good?”

You nodded furiously, lips parting in a moan when Eddie rolled his hips, grinding against the plush of your ass. “So good,” you agreed. “Really wanna come, Steve, please.”

Steve 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 Eddie slowed right back down again, keeping his cock seated inside you as Steve rubbed a thumb over your cheek, your bottom lip.

You whimpered, pouting. Steve 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?” Steve 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 Eddie make you come, honey.”

[imwetforyourmom]

the stare pt2

pt 1

summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?

warnings: smut, pet names, degrading, praising, kissing, unprotected sex (dont do that shit), swearing, dom!chris sub!reader, fem!reader, palming

not proof read aint nobody got the time for that

I js know yall have been missing the smut

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chris stared at her lips, the way they were a perfect pink and they were practically begging to be touched by his.

he looked up at her eyes, seeing the desperation evident in them.

he smirked and took in a breath before pulling her lips to his by the hand he still had on her chin.

from the long awaited kiss a whimper escaped her lips, feeling his lips on hers. finally.

he pushed his hips into hers, harshly forcing her back to meet with the wall. ensuring she was trapped.

y/n softly moaned into his mouth and leaned more up, pressing her lips harder onto chris’.

he chuckled and pulled away, “desperate are we?” he smirked, his lips hovering just above hers, purposefully teasing her.

“chris, please.” she pleaded, moving her face up higher, attempting to kiss him again.

he smirked and kissed her, pressing his mouth onto hers passionately, eliciting a moan from y/n.

chris’ hand traveled from her chin to her neck, collarbone, stomach and began fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

lightly tugging and letting his fingers slip under the shirt and caress her warm and soft skin.

his cold fingertips meeting her skin sent shivers down her spine, she arched her back as goosebumps covered her skin.

arching her back pushed her stomach/ribcage into chris’ body. chris grunted and pushed her body back to the wall, using his hand that was under her shirt. he placed it on her waist and pushed her back, keeping her there.

chris’ tongue swiped y/ns bottom lip, asking for access — which y/n quickly granted, opening her mouth and letting his tongue push past her teeth and explore her mouth.

y/ns smirked slightly before reaching her hands down to his thighs, rubbing his inner thighs, moving from his thigh to his clothed dick.

she pressed her palm into him, chris gasped and moaned into y/ns mouth.

his eyes shot open for a moment, before the pleasure he was receiving became too much, he closed his eyed and pulled away from y/ns lips.

he placed his head into the crook, breathing heavily, his hot breath hitting her neck.

she chuckled and palmer him even more. before chris grabbed her wrist, halting her movements as he pulled it away.

he brought his head back up to y/n and kissed her one last time before grabbing her by her hips and muttering “jump.”

y/n jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, he grunted and walked them to the bed. before throwing her onto it, her back hitting the bed.

he wasted no time crawling down her and unbuttoning her pants, before he took them off her hips he looked up at her, asking with his eyes.

y/n nodded, giving him the green light, before quickly saying “yes, please.”

he pulled them down to her knees and quickly pulled both his boxers and pants down, abnormally fast as he found himself painfully hard and needing her.

y/n laid eyes on his cock, her eyes widening and her jaw falling slack. “holy fuck- chris- you’re huge..” she muttered, looking at his dick. taking in all the details, his red tip, already leaking with pre-cum, veins bulging out the sides and leading up to the tip.

“yeah? you think you cane handle it?” he spoke cockily, he crawled overtop her and pulled her panties down, seeing as he was too distracted by the ache in his pants that he forgot to pull them down aswell as her pants.

“ill go slow for you first, alright baby?” he ran his tip through her folds (bye I hate this word), collecting her arousal. both his pre-cum and her wetness coating his dick.

he pushed the tip in, a groan slipped past his lips, as y/n moaned out.

he slowly pushed farther in, giving her time to adjust he stopped all the way in and let her adjust.

a burning sensation escaped throughout y/ns body, she shut her eyes and groaned.

chris watched as she endured the pain, before pumping slowly in and out of her. pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in.

he wasnt going hard or fast or anything, he was going slow, waiting for her to give him the ok to go faster when she was fully comfortable.

y/n took in a breath, “chris, faster please” she spoke, needing more.

he smirked and placed one of his hands on the bed by her head, while the other went on her waist to ensure she wouldnt move.

he took in a breath and stared in her eyes, before pressing a kiss to her lips, maybe preparing her? who knows.

he then began thrusting in and out of her at a ruthless pace, a surprisingly loud moan escapes y/ns throat as she was not expecting him to go so fast and hard.

he pushed her knees to her chest, getting a deeper angle at her.

“f- fuck, takin me so well baby” he groaned out, being inside her was something he never thought he’d ever experience, but god is he thankful she let him.

“yo- you’re doing amazing,” his voice was husk and deep, focusing on thrusting into the girl whom was clearly too fucked out to think about anything other than how good she felt.

he glanced over her features, her lip caught between her teeth, her eyes rolled back and a deep blush coating her cheeks.

he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “you’re my fucking slut.” he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, before pulling away and spreading her legs wider, giving him a better and deeper angle.

this only pushed onto the pleasure y/n was currently in. the only sounds she was making was moans, whimpers and screams.

“mm, im so deep inside you, fuck-“ he groaned out, thrusting and thrusting into her.

a knot in y/ns stomach began to form and tighten with every single movement chris made inside her. she clenched around his cock — surprising chris enough to moan.

“mhh- I can feel you clenching around my cock, you close baby?” he asked, leaning down and placing his face into the crook of her neck, panting and groaning into her skin.

“yes- yes- mmm, fuck!” she screamed as chris started speeding up, if that were even to be possible.

“you like being fucked like the slut you are? hm?” he leaned up and connected their lips.

y/n moaned into the kiss, she clawed at chris’ back, trying to let him know she was very, very close.

chris pulled away and began rubbing slow and small circles on her clit. y/ns mouth dropped as trails of moans were heard.

“im- im- close-“ she screamed out, with as much energy she still had she pulled chris down to her level by his neck and connected their lips again.

he stuck his tongue into her mouth, his hips sputtering and becoming sloppy as he also was getting closer than he knew.

“c- come with me pretty girl” he mumbled against her lips, pushing her legs to the sides of her body so he could rest slightly onto her top half.

he pressed one last kiss to her pretty pink lips before stopping his thrust deep inside her, painting her walls with white streaks.

the knot in y/ns stomach snapped, coming all over chris’ cock, her eyesight was filled with white dots and a ringing went throughout her ears.

she quickly snapped back to reality as chris moaned and collapsed ontop of her, not hard enough to crush her.

“mine, mine, mine. you’re mine and im yours.” he muttered into her skin.

he caught his breath before he lightly pressed a soft kiss to y/ns neck then getting off her, and slowly pulling himself out of her.

y/n closed her eyes and rested, on the verge of sleeping before chris walked up next to her with a wet and warm washrag in his hand.

he cleaned her up and himself, then scooped y/n up in his arms and laying together under the covers.

he pressed a soft kiss to her head and muttered, “you did so good for me angel.”

1467 words.

tags:

@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo @mattsfavwh3re

[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. 

[outsidermunson]

Eddie has no intention of slowing down now. Even as she clenches around him mid-climax, nearly driving him over the edge with her in the process, he's determined to keep fucking her. Once was enough, he didn't really need her to peak a second time in order to achieve his own, but he damn well wanted to. Partly to see if he actually could; mostly to leave an impression and make her feel as good as possible. Maybe that's a little too ambitious for his first time but that was the goal he was setting for himself.

And so far, he was liking his odds of reaching that goal. Maybe all those solo sessions were paying off because he was lasting a lot longer than he initially thought he would. However, it's becoming increasingly more difficult to hold himself back with each frenzied thrust and the added pleasure of her consistent moans; his movements becoming more desperate as a result. Tina is keen to help him out though, feeling a delicate hand grip his shoulder while the other slips down between their sweaty bodies to simultaneously pleasure herself while he continues slamming into her core. Making a mental note to himself to take that initiative himself for the next time and play her like he plays the guitar. Assuming she didn't come to regret tonight, of course.

His muscle begin to tense up as control starts to slip away from him and his lower belly twists almost violently with all the built up pleasure begging for sweet release. Panting heavily, he gazes down into her face with pleading eyes as his movements become more sloppy and desperate in rhythm. He can tell she's close to the edge again and no sooner than she signals that she's there, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a loud grunt as he finally lets go and falls with her. "Oh, shi...t."

A string of happy moans follow as a feeling of complete euphoria overtake him and he spills into her. Jaw slack, vision going spotty, and whole body practically vibrating with the intensity of the incredible sensations that were rocking through him like a very powerful storm. Eddie mindlessly seeks out one of her hands, interlacing his fingers with hers and squeezing it firmly while they ride it out together. His hips continue to push forward; the movements more sporadic and out of rhythm than before until they gradually stop altogether and the weight of him collapses on top of her. "Oh God..." He pants heavily into the side of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before burying his face there. Completely spent. "That was incredible."

For a seemingly LONG moment, Tina's entire world EXPLODES. Maybe it's cliche to say such a thing, but DAMN it was true. There was no other way for her to put it. Little black dots FORMED at the edges of her vision as that pleasure shot through her, and it only INTENSIFIED as he continued to move at the same speed between her legs. He wasn't slowing down was he? Honey eyes WIDENED at the thought and each forward THRUST of his earned a yelp from her. Not pained in the slightest however. It was more a YELP of surprise as she climaxed around him HARDER than she ever had before. Each breath came out in the form of a gasp, and as he SOOTHED his hand down her face, she couldn't believe how he was making her feel.

Carnally satisfied and ADORED all at once. There you are. The same THREE words she had said to him towards the beginning of all this. It made her heart SKIP a beat almost VIOLENTLY within her chest and granted him a rather LENGTHY moan a second later. Fuck he was good. How the HELL was he SO good? This WAS his first time right? Had she been wrong, and he was just LYING to her? Or had she just gotten LUCKY with him right out of the gate? Tina didn't know, but fuck ... she didn't want to stop. So when he gave her that PLEADING command? All she could do was nod. If that's what he needed from her, she'd let it happen.

❝O..oh my God.❞ With a shaky voice between moans, Tina looks up at him with a DESPERATE need in her eyes. She wants to chase that feeling with him, and ALREADY her thighs are beginning to tremble again, but she couldn't simply fall over that edge again so soon. The build up would be shorter this time for SURE, but if he wanted her to cum again before he got a chance to, she'd have to help. So that's exactly what she did. One hand GRIPPED at his tensed shoulder muscles with an almost bruising force, while the other SLITHERED down between their bodies and she GASPED once it reached it's destination. Her clit.

Tina TREMBLED beneath him and began to pleasure herself as he continued to fuck into her at top speed. Already shaky breaths now quickly melted away into NOTHING but moans, and she lost herself as eyes fluttered shut and legs widened a touch further to allow him in even more. It felt so FUCKING good, and not even a minute later, she had reached her peak, but JUST before letting that feeling swallow her whole, she nodded again and gave him her OWN command to follow. ❝Cum. P..please.❞ With that, she followed her own words and exploded once more.

[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

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Please may I request risky sex with Eddie, having to be quick and quiet because anyone could walk in at any time

18+

“You gonna stay quiet?”

You nodded, lips pressed together as you stared up at the boy, doe eyed and itching with impatience. Eddie grinned, smug and sweet, clicking his tongue and squinting at you.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered, pressing his fingers back into you - two, thick and slick with you - hooking them upwards until he made your jaw fall slack. “Needy baby can’t keep her sounds in, can you? You’re always so noisy for me.”

You blew out a breath and let your head fall back, tipped to the mirror, shoulders pressed to the cold tiles and Eddie laughed, soft and quiet. He pumped his fingers slowly, dragging them in and out of your cunt until you whimpered. You grabbed at his wrist, nails biting at his skin, eyes fluttering shut as if that would help you handle it better.

“Nuhuh, c’mon, sweet thing,” Eddie cooed, taunting. “Eyes open, wanna see ‘em when you come, yeah? You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel this pretty pussy clenchin’ on me, shit.”

You let out a garbled sound at his words, filthy and going straight to your cheeks, warming the skin there, lips parting as you sucked in a much needed breath. The bathroom felt smaller than before, nothing but the boy filling the space. You nodded, whispered out his name in a hush and let your sight fall on the locked door. The party still raged outside and you vaguely heard your name being called, Robin’s voice a blur under the music and mix of conversations through each room.

Eddie tsked, grinning wider still. He was enjoying this too much, hard dick straining against the denim of his jeans, tip of his tongue pressed to his bottom lip. “People know we’re gone, baby. You gonna make them wait, gonna make them wonder?”

“Eddie,” you whined, too loud and you pouted, pulling at his, your hands in his curls until he relented, thumb swiping over your clit in harsh circles, the way you liked it. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, m’close.”

“You gonna say please?”

You pinched his shoulder, pout falling on your lips more dramatically but your jaw fell open when the boy upped his efforts. Eddie moved fully against the sink you sat on, standing between your spread legs, coaxing them wider still, lace underwear stretching on your thighs until you heard the stitching rip. He kept his fingers pushed into you, a steady crook of his fingers, rubbing in the right spot. You felt so fucking full.

“Teddy!” You fell into him, eyes closed, face pressed to the crook of his neck to breathe him in, lips on his pulse point and it jumped in excitement when you tightened around his digits.

“That’s the spot, huh, babe? Right there?” Eddie cooed in your ear, lips pressed against your cheek, pushing open mouthed kisses to anywhere he could reach; your jaw, your ear, your temple. “That little spot that gets you goin’ all sweet for me, isn’t it? Callin’ me Teddy like you don’t know it makes me wanna fuckin’ ruin you, Christ.”

That’s all it took, cunt clenching down on him, nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders and biceps as you came, whining high and too loud. Eddie pushed you back, guiding you back against the tiles so he could watch you fall apart for him, his free hand catching your chin so he could push his thumb to your lips. You opened for him, letting the digit catch the sob you wanted to let out.

“Shhh, shhh, there you go, bite it, baby, I got you,” Eddie soothed, his thumb pressing down on the flat of your tongue, hissing in pleasure when your teeth grazed at his knuckle. “You’re fuckin’ incredible, shit.”

…

[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!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!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