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vangoghmusings · 5 years ago

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are you hiding too? part two | shoto todoroki x reader

summery: part two of “are you hiding too?” read part one here: ✿✿✿

college au + nsfw

pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader

word count: >3,000

warnings: cussing, mention of drugs and alcohol, nsfw, oral, intercourse

a/n: oh my goodness, i can’t believe you guys wanted a part two!! and with smut?! lord have mercy, i can’t believe i’m giving y’all permission to be horny on main smh...oh well >:) i had a really great time writing this and if you guys dont like it i might actually cry...hehe enjoy!!

taglist: @mixfi @lilacskyura @brownmoonchild (comment or message me if you would like to be added)

After what seemed like ages of attempting to drag Mina and Ururaka to their shared dorm, you finally managed to put them into bed. You felt drained, the two of them were completely drunken toddlers. Except worse because they reeked of vomit and were far from cute.

You walked took the stairs to your own dorm, sneaking in quietly. Tsu was asleep in her room, and you did your best to not wake her up. Your phone chimed, signaling you had failed.

“Shit shit shit,” You whispered, quickly turning your phone on silent. You made your way into your room, closed the door behind you, and plopped onto your bed. You exhaled deeply, exhausted from your night before looking at who had texted you.

unknown number: hey, y/n its shoto :-)

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks heating up. You recalled the nights events. You had only just truly met Shoto, but the way he kissed you made it seem like you had known him for a lifetime. Before you could reply, you heard your name being shouted from your window. You hurried over to the window and peered your head out. On the sidewalk below stood the very drunk Denki Kaminari and a plastered Eijiro Kirishima.

“Oh y/n, y/n, let down your hair!!” Kirishima sang, his words slurring together.

“Nah man you gotta be like, HEY Y/N FLASH ME YOUR TITS!” Kaminari wailed, flinging his shirt in the air.

You rolled your eyes, “Go to bed boys.”

Their eyes widened seeing you look down at them. Kirishima cleared his throat.

“Shall I compare thee to a summers day-”

“CMON Y/N, LET US UP! WE’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE,” Kaminari sang, thrusting his hips out in the air suggestively.

You laughed and shut the window and closed your curtains. You hopped into the shower, washing off the smell of weed, alcohol, and Mina’s vomit. You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed. You remembered the text from Shoto and eagerly grabbed your phone, replying quickly.

you: hi shoto, did the party die down?

shoto: yes, thank goodness. did you get home safely?

you: yes :) thank u,, hows whiskers?

shoto: he left me for koda :-(

you: oh you poor thing!

shoto: i know what would make me feel better though...

you: hm? whats that

shoto: can we go on that date sooner? like, sunday?

you: sounds perfect :)

It was Friday going into Saturday. You almost wished he’d ask to see you tomorrow, but that must’ve seemed too eager. Another text came in as you looked back to the screen.

shoto: great :-) i’m beat so im gonna go catch some zzz, good night

you: good night shoto

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You barely knew him but everything just felt so normal.

Before you knew it your eyes fluttered shut and you were sound asleep.

✿

You were woken up, quite harshly by Mina and Ururaka screaming in your face. Mina shook your shoulders, your head wobbling around.

“Okay okay!” You groaned, pushing Mina off of you.

“IS IT TRUE?!” She shouted. You rubbed your eyes, irritated from the rude awakening.

“How the hell did you guys even get in here?”

“Tsu let us in,” Ururaka chimed in.

“Sorry!” Tsu yelled from out in the living room, causing you to sigh.

“Stop dodging the question!” MIna said, gripping your shoulders once again. You slapped her hands off.

“What question?” You glared.

“That you made out with THE Shoto Todoroki!”

You blinked.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS MINA YOU WOKE ME UP TO ASK ME THAT?! YOU WERE THERE!”

Ururaka squeaked at your sudden outburst, pulling Mina away.

“Thats what I told her! She couldn’t remember,” She said, Mina pouting.

“Just how drunk were you last night?” You question, Mina turning away in shame.

“Enough to forget that you made out with Shoto,” She grumbled.

You chuckled and got out of your bed stretching.

“Mmm, well, yeah. And we’re going out on Sunday.”

Their jaws dropped.

“SUNDAY?!”

You cringed at their shouting. Ururaka began spilling out a bunch of dating advice while Mina kept begging you to tell her all the details in case you got the opportunity to “give him the ol’ razzle dazzle” as she put it.

“Hey I made waffles! Get them while they’re hot!” Tsu yelled. The three of you looked at each other before running into the the kitchen, sitting down at the table, and proceeding to stuff your faces.

“So, Todoroki huh?” Tsu said, sitting down beside you. You blushed and nodded, cheeks full of waffle.

✿

You anxiously pressed your hands on your skirt. Shoto was supposedly 10 minutes away and you had no clue to where he was taking you. You stared at your self in the mirror. You donned your most confident inducing outfit, a mini skirt and lace trimmed top. You took a deep breath before reaching down to slip your sneakers on. There was a knock on the door and you shot right up. You ran to the door and inhaled deeply as you opened the door.

“Shoto- What are you doing here?”

Standing infront of you was Mina and Ururaka, pure excitement in their eyes.

“We came to see you get ready-”

“We wanted to make sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself,” Mina said cutting the brunette off.

You rolled your eyes and let them inside.

“He’s supposed to be here soon,” You said, the nerves bubbling up once again.

“You’ve got this y/n!” Ururaka cheered, giving you a tight squeeze. Mina made her way to the fridge, shuffling around and grabbing a day old breadstick from a pizza box. You tilted your head at her.

“What are you doing? Those are mine!”

“You can’t possibly think I’m going home when you’re going out with him. I need to be here for when you get back so you can tell me every juicy detail,” Mina scoffed, punctuating the sentence with the last few words.

You huffed and nodded, your eyes widening as a knock was heard at the door.

“OH MY GOD!” Ururaka mouthed, waving her hands in the air frantically.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S HERE HE’S FUCKING HERE,” Mina mouthed, jumping up and down, the breadstick flopping between her teeth.

You opened the door, relieved to see the real Shoto standing there. You smiled up and him, praying he couldn’t see how nervous you were.

“Hey,” You said breathlessly. Shoto looked, stunning. You thought he looked beautiful in the dim yellow lighting of the room at the party, you were proven wrong. He wore slim trousers and a gray button up, open at his collarbones.

Shoto’s eyes seemed to replicate the same thoughts.

“H-hey,” He said, nerves edging his voice. He tried his best to not make it too obvious that his eyes were raking you up and down.

You closed the door, Mina and Ururaka giving you energized thumbs up.

“Sorry about that,” You blushed, walking at his side.”They were excited to see you take me out.”

“I don’t blame them, I’m excited to take you out too,” He smiled sweetly.

You punched his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be so cheesy.”

He chuckled, making his way to his car and opening the passenger door for you. You stepped inside, looking around. You inhaled, his car smelled just like him.

He sat down in the drivers seat and buckled himself in, you doing the same.

“So, you never told me where you’re taking me.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “I know.”

“I hope this isn’t a plot to murder me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” He laughed, turning on the ignition and beginning to drive.

You arrived at what you believed to be an art museum. He hopped out of the car and ran to open the door for you. You beamed up at him as he took your hand, walking inside.

“Reservation for Todoroki,” Shoto stated to the security guard. The guard nodded, opening the door and letting the two of you inside of the massive, and empty museum.

“Dean’s son huh?” You looked up at him, swinging your laced hands in between you.

“Its got its perks,” He chuckled. “Like renting out the art museum for just the two of us.”

You blushed and you walked around the corner to see a series of paintings. The two of you walked and talked and gushed over the art for what felt like hours.

You came to a stop in front of a painting. The image portrayed a gorgeous Japanese woman in a traditional kimono. You bent down to look at the title of the painting. Courtesan: after Eisen, Vincent van Gogh. You hummed and stood back up.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she is.”

You turned to see Shoto looking at you, tenderness and endearment in his eyes. You blushed deeply.

“I thought I told you to quit it with the cheesy-ness.”

Shoto cupped your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “Sorry.”

You drapped your arms over his shoulders, closing the gap and kissing him deeply. He set his hands on your hips, his lips moving with a loving softness that made you melt. He pulled you closer the kiss gaining momentum and getting rougher. He pulled away, slowly, teasing you by biting on your bottom lip. The two of your stared at each other, pink cheeks and eyes filled with lust. Shoto quickly grabbed your hand and began walking.

“This way.”

You followed behind him like a love struck puppy. You found yourself int he photography section of the museum. The space was illuminated by a red light, the photographs lining the walls. There were several benches in the middle of the space.

You looked up at Shoto, the red light highlighting how hungrily he looked down at you. He sat down on one of the benches, you following his lead.

Before you could say a word, his lips latched onto your neck, soft whimpers of shock leaving your mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently when he bit down on your collar bone.

“S-Shoto,” You huffed. You could sense yourself getting extremely wet, and the sudden idea of jumping him right in the museum wouldn’t leave your mind. He seemed to get the message, placing his on your inner thigh. He snaked his hand further up, his eyes widening feeling your soaked panties.

“I-I,” You stammered, afraid of what he would say. He said nothing actually and instead dropped to his knees in front of you. You blushed profusely, as he took the zipper of your skirt in his fingertips.

“Is this okay?” He looked up at you, waiting for your consent.

Is this okay? Oh god yes.

You nodded, too excited to see what he would do next to let the words come out of your mouth.

He proceeded to unzip your skirt, your thighs exposing themselves to him.

“You know,” He says softly, his nimble fingers, gently removing your soaked panties. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in philosophy freshman year.”

Before you could reply to his confession, he burred his head between your thighs, darting his tongue inside of your heat. You gasped, your spine shuddering at the sudden penetration. You gripped the bench tightly, Shoto humming happily against you. His tongue swirled inside you, his nose tickling your clit that was so needy for more. You reached your hand down, and proceeded to rub your sore clit. You whimpered and bucked your hips, Shoto pulling away. His eyes widened at the sight, causing the erection in his trousers to cause further friction against the fabric. He stood up, and unzipped his pants, pushed down his boxers, allowing his strong erection to stand at attention. You eyed his length hungrily. Not only was he big, but he was long.

You opened your mouth, a fake innocence glazing your eyes. Shoto blushed as you took his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck.

“F-fuck,” He groaned, griping your hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through your locks, brushing the baby hairs that were pressed against your forehead with sweat out of the way. And all this time you were still touching yourself.

“God, you look so pretty when you touch yourself y/n,” Shoto spoke softly, his mind beginning to blank from how good you were sucking him. You shuddered and whimpered, your fingers quickening their pace. You were reaching your climax and Shota had noticed.

“No,” He said sternly, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away from your aching heat.

Your face was filled with defeat and embarrassment.

“S-Shota please, I just want to cum,” you whimpered.

“You’ll cum y/n, but when I say so.”

He sat down on the bench, gripping your hips and turning you so you would face him. The lust in Shoto’s eyes seemed to have crept to the rest of his features. He held his length in front of your core, it was dripping in your saliva. He picked you up and placed you above his lap, your entrence hovering over his cock. Part of you was afraid you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. The other part of you really wanted to try.

“Ride me,” he commanded. You nodded without hesitation and kined yourself up with his lenght, slowly lowering yourself unto him. You shut your eyes tight as he entered your tight hole.

“Shit,” you whimpered, but you were on a mission to fit all of him inside you. Shoto groaned, his cock twitching inside your tight walls. Once you managed to take in his whole shaft, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking huge,” You exhaled. You places your hands on his chest and kissed him hungrily, but not making any attempt to bounce or grind against him. You were cockwarming him, and Shoto adored you for it. But not for long.

“Fuck it y/n, I wan’t you to ride me already.” You giggled at his needy request and began to bounce yourself on him. Moans passed your lips effortlessly. Shoto was in a position that directly targeted your g-spot, and with every thrust upwards from his hips, you felt like you were on cloud-9.

Shoto watched you, completely enamored. You somehow managed to make riding him look so elegant. You glowed under the red lighting, and he was dying to see how your face would look under it during your orgasm. In one swift movement, he laid you on his back, your legs laying against his chest. You gasped in surprise. Shoto had gotten impatient and was dying to please you.

He gripped your legs firmly and began began thrusting-no-pounding into you. He huffed with every forceful thrust, grunting at the tightness of your walls. Your moans and wails were music to his ears. Your knuckles were white from gripping onto the bench.

“I-I’m close Shoto,” you moaned, the words shaking as they came out.

Shoto nodded and proceeded to roll his hips, hitting further inside of you. You groaned, your eyes rolling back, and seeing your face like that caused him to moan too. You arched your back, reaching your climax and Shoto continued to pound his entire length inside of you. You cried out in pleasure and cummed heavily all over his length. Shoto’s suspisions were correct, you looked glorious during an orgasm. So glorious infact, the sight caused him to cum himself. He groaned in a raspy tone, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Shoto slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride out your highs. He pulled out, the mixture of your cum flowing onto your thigh and the bench. He swiftly grabbed your damp panties and slid them on you.

“You’re just going to have to keep that inside of you until we get home,” He said with a smirk. You blushed and pecked his lips. He helped you up and off of the bench, and the two of you proceeded to get dressed.

“Hey!” The two of you whipped your heads around to see the security guard.

“Is this where the two of you have been hiding? Your session is up.”

Shoto bowed infront of the guard.

“I am so sorry sir, here,” he pulled out his wallet, and handed the guard what appeared to be two $100. “We didn’t mean to take so long. Thank you and have a good night.”

You squeaked out a little thank you to the guard, before Shoto and you were running back to the parking lot, laughed and grinning at their adventure. Once again, Shoto opened the passenger door for you and proceeded to get in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay with staying at my apartment tonight?”

You blushed and nodded.

“A sleepover with the dean’s son? How could I say no.”

He chuckled and drove away from the museum as you pulled out your phone. Three texts from Mina.

mina: how’s it going?? ;))

mina: its getting late wya

mina: oh my god are u dead

You rolled your eyes and replied.

you: i’m fine, staying at shoto’s house tonight <3

Not even a second later, Mina answered.

mina: OMG YOU SLY BITCH GET IT GIRL

You giggled and put your phone away. Shoto set his palm down in front of you. You took his hand and your fingers laced together. He smiled, focused on the road and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

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thetourguidebarbie · 6 years ago

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For @itsnotacrimetoloveyou’s birthday/her starting med school/bribery reasons, etc! Hope you enjoy! Warnings: Smut, possessive!Klaus, mentions of bdsm but no actual bdsm, anal sex, soulmate-adjascent.

Klaus groaned softly as the girl’s blood hit his tongue, his hands easily holding her hips in place on his lap as she struggled for friction against him. Her heartbeat was slowing, her breathing ragged, and he pulled back once she began to go limp, just shy of passing out. She was rather pretty, her eyes dark brown and heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed with arousal and fear. He knew he should probably feel temptation, but whenever he thought of physical satisfaction all he could see was Caroline’s bright blue eyes and teasing grin.

She’d flitted in and out of his life for the last half-century, but never seemed to leave his fantasies. Generally she hung around a few months, less often for more than a year, but their accidental run-ins had been getting less accidental on both their parts for the better part of a decade.

She was close to staying now. He could feel it.

Currently Josh was tailing Caroline and her magically-immortal-witch friend on their third trip through the Andes (he’d been subjected to several group selfies that his hybrid and the Bennett girl were unceremoniously cropped out of before they were saved on his phone), and though he itched to meet her when she was done, his instincts were telling him to wait for some reason, and trusting his gut hardly ever failed him.

Trying to put her out of his mind for now—if only so that he could get some work done—he called for a hybrid to come give his afternoon snack some water and blood and watch her until it left her system to ensure she didn’t turn. He had business to attend to and Josephine got rather testy if he was late. It was best to stay on the powerful witch’s good side if he needed more favors.

The hybrid who came to collect the girl seemed troubled, and he spoke as soon as he entered.

“We picked up a vampire loitering at the edge of the property. She’s in the dungeon.”

Klaus hummed disinterestedly. It was a common occurrence, vampires turning up to either kill him or wriggle their way into his good graces. Neither succeeded of course, but it was occasionally amusing to watch them try. “And?”

“Judging by how weak she was when we brought her in she was probably only turned a few decades ago. She said you’d know her. That you’d want to see her.”

That made Klaus pause, frowning. Very few vampires he knew of fit that description. Though the youngest doppelganger was most likely stupid enough to think he’d be interested in anything she had to say (or anything about her at all), he had no doubt that both Salvatore brothers were invested on ensuring that they remained on separate continents.

His curiosity was piqued, and he pushed his still-swaying snack into the hybrid’s arms. “What did she look like? Do you have her name?”

“Blonde. Tall-ish? She said her name was Carrie. Carly, mayb—“

“Caroline,” Klaus interrupted, already pushing past the hybrid. “Call Josephine and tell her the meeting is cancelled.”

It didn’t take him long to reach the cell, and he winced when he saw Caroline glaring at him from her chains, which bound her wrists together and above her, her toes brushing the floor as she swayed.

“Did you seriously give them orders to cuff me on sight? You should tell your minions it’s rude to tie guests up.”

“I’ll have words with them,” Klaus said, taking a few steps towards her, his eyes dragging up and down her body, looking for injuries. “Though I must point out that you didn’t object to it last time.”

“Yeah, well, last time I wasn’t being dragged from the front gate to a dungeon by random minions. I was on a bed.”

He grinned, stopping to stand so that they were chest to chest, his hands reaching to cup her ass, squeezing lightly and grinning when her breath caught. “And you were a bit distracted by other things as I recall.”

She huffed, her cheeks pinking as she squirmed against his hand almost instinctively, perhaps not realizing she was doing it. “I mean, I’m okay with you doing the tying. Speaking of, how about you untie me. Well, uncuff me.”

“Mmm, I think I like you where you are,” he said, nosing her jaw and grinning when he heard her soft whimper as his blunt teeth dragged down her jaw before he nipped her ear. “Though if you insist I’m happy to oblige, of course.”

She swallowed, shifting slightly so that he caught the scent of the wetness gathering between her thighs, and just as he took his hands away and reached to pull the manacles out of the wall she spoke, the words breathless. “What did you have in mind?”

He smirked, his hands stilling against the chains as he held her gaze. “I've had a great deal of time to come up with an extensive list of all the things I want to do to you, Caroline. However shall I decide?”

“Klaus,” she whined, shifting as he popped the button off of her jeans and slipping his hand beneath the fabric, pressing his finger against her clit through the thin cotton covering her center.

“Best test them all, I think,” he murmured, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, needing to be sure that she wanted what he was offering. She was wet already, and he groaned as he slid his fingers under the fabric and against her folds. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

“I want,” she breathed, trailing off as she rolled her hips against his hand, and he immediately pulled his hand away, hungry for her to admit how much she craved his touch.

“What do you want, Caroline? Tell me.”

He’d spent countless hours exploring her body, mapping her skin to find the places that made her take shallow gasps of air and fall bonelessly into his arms. They’d experimented after the first few times, Caroline bright red as she asked him to talk to her, to tell her everything he fantasized about. Being tied up and teased to the edge was one of her favorites, watching him stroke himself a close second, and he never shied away from giving her what she wanted. He loved having her entirely at his mercy, the absolute trust she gave him heady and precious. He made her beg for his hands, for his mouth or cock, and the way the words passed her lips was immensely satisfying. Even when he was rough, when he broke skin with his fangs or nails or she let him tie her on her knees and fuck her hard and fast from behind, she wanted it, asked for it. There was nothing more satisfying for his wolf than seeing her in sheets covered in his scent, head bowed between her elbows with her wrists tied and her legs spread, all for him to take.

“I want you,” she said, staring at him with big blue eyes.

“And how do you want me, love?”

“I thought you wanted to be in charge.”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

“I want you to claim me,” she whispered, her breath shallow, and he stilled.

They’d only talked about it once, the process of a werewolf claiming its mate. It was permanent and intimate, a mark of him invisibly inked by magic that she’d carry for the rest of her eternal life. It meant she was his.

He wanted to so badly, just the words coming out of her mouth making his cock throb as he imagined how her back would feel against his chest as he filled her, the break of her skin against his teeth as he marked her as his. He wanted his scent to cling to her skin, for his name to be the only one to fall from her lips.

“Caroline,” he said slowly, his voice rough. “That’s not a....a claiming isn’t something to take lightly.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a decade, Klaus. I think I know that I want it.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, trying to resist the urge to yank the chain from the wall, his breathing shallow, his cock aching at the image of her on her knees with her cheek against the stone, her clothes shredded, hands behind her back to part the cheeks of her arse for him.

She nodded, moving her head slightly so that she could catch his lips in a drugging kiss, her tongue lightly stroking his lower lip as she sighed in contentment before pulling back to rest her forehead against his. “I love you.”

He felt like his throat was clogged, his breath stalled in his lungs. He hadn’t expected that, for her to admit her feelings for him so easily, and it was slightly overwhelming to hear it when he wasn’t sure how to respond. ‘Love’ had never seemed like quite the right word for how he felt about Caroline, after all. It had always been passion and obsession, protectiveness and need. It was something so much more than such a small word could describe. She was everything and she was his.

It was close enough for now, though, especially when he saw the way her eyes lit up when he repeated it back to her, the brightness of her smile almost blinding.

“But Caroline,” he continued, needing to press, to be absolutely certain. “You do know that if you do this...if you agr—“

“I just told you I’m yours,” she interrupted, slightly breathless, eyes dark. “Klaus, there is literally not a single other person in the world who I’d trust enough for this. I wanted some time to really think it through and decide, and I did. I want to be with you. I want to be yours the way that you’ve always been mine.”

“Caroline—“

“Please,” she breathed, and he swore, his forehead falling against hers.

She squirmed against his fingers as he stroked her hip before moving to cup her ass, her back arching as his other hand gently tugged at her nipple, and he pulled back, watching hungrily as her eyes grew hazy, her lips parting with a soft moan.

“Bed, then,” he murmured, reaching for the manacles and yanking them from the stone with a cunch before snapping the steel that held them closed. “I want to see your nails rip our sheets.”

She seemed pleased at his use of ‘our’, shaking out her hands when the manacles fell with a crash to the floor. “I’m okay with that.”

“Perhaps you’ll let me shackle you again later, to rub your clit until you’re lingering on the edge while I trace the mark I’ve left on your skin with my tongue.”

“Perhaps,” she drawled, making him grin. She’d picked up some of his habits and word choices over their intermittent meetings (and admittedly he a few of hers, most notably the eye-rolling, though he thankfully had never started inserting unnecessary ‘likes’ between clauses), but her penchant for making fun of his ‘old person britishness’ nonetheless remained, including his choice of ‘boring’ teas and use of words like ‘perhaps’ and ‘perchance’.

He looked forward to seeing what else they’d share, what other little habits she’d show him.

He pulled her close to speed his private wing of the compound, not bothering to be subtle when he buried his nose in her hair, savoring the feel of her pressed against him.

She pulled back, pressing her lips against his, swiping the roof of his mouth with the heat of her tongue, hands curled around his biceps. He let her take what she wanted for now, to taste him and explore his skin with her hands the way she had a hundred times before.

When she finally pulled back with dark eyes and puffy lips he was achingly hard. Her breathing was slightly laboured, the scent of her want rolling off of her only tempting him to feel her wet and tight around his cock.

Perhaps later, when they were tangled in their sheets and she was pliant and sated in his arms, he’d slot himself between her thighs and watch her quiver underneath him, flushed and hazy-eyed. For now he just craved her on her knees, his wolf itching to claim now that his mate had freely offered.

“Do you have lube?” she asked, kicking off her jeans and beginning to pull off her blouse. She stilled at the low rumble in his throat as her creamy skin was revealed and grinned, her movements slowing down as the fabric creeped up her body. “I brought some in my purse just in case, but—“

“You planned this,” he interrupted, his lips twitching, and she nodded easily, unclipping her bra and shrugging it off. “Tell me sweetheart, do you think about it often?”

“All the time,” she admitted, sliding her thong down her legs and kicking it away. “Where do you want me?”

He swallowed, taking in the sight of her standing nude in front of him without a hint of self-consciousness.

“Bed,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. It took effort for him to tear his eyes away from her getting comfortable against his pillows, to ignore the breathy sigh when he turned away to pull the toys they used when she was in town from the top shelf of the closet and looking through it for the bottle. “Don’t touch yourself. I can hear you.”

He grinned at her huff of annoyance, turning to walk back and taking the opportunity to admire the view. She was spread for him, her thighs shining from the way the light hit the slickness of her arousal, her cheek pressed to the pillow so that she could look at him, the practiced innocent expression on her face undermined by the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. “I thought you liked watching me touch myself.”

“Not today. Be patient, love. Good girls get rewards, after all.”

She bit her lip at the tone of his voice, her eyes darkening when he stripped off his shirt and began to undo his belt. She’d never been shy about her enjoyment of his more possessive instincts when they were alone, had freely admitted to preferring a rougher touch and liking the way he took control. He saw her eyes follow his fingers as he unbuttoned his jeans, how her tongue darted over her lips when she saw him hard for her.

“Keep your wrists where they are, sweetheart,” he warned, brushing her spine with his fingertips when she murmured her agreement and climbing on the bed behind her.

The way her breath caught when he spread the slick liquid over her back entrance made him grin, and he was unable to resist stroking the skin of her arse as a light tease, her low whimper of complaint making his cock twitch. He stroked himself with one hand as he got her ready with the other, whispering praise about how well she was doing and how beautiful she looked that he’d learned would make her melt.

She was panting as he stretched her with his fingers, rolling her hips in an effort to find a rhythm with his fingers. He pulled back when she was finally ready, slickening his hard cock with lube and positioning himself at her entrance.

“Good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Go ahead.”

He could see her eyes go hazy when he pressed inside of her, his hands squeezing her hips. “I love the way you look on your knees like this. Bent over in my bed, offering yourself to me for the taking.”

She moaned his name when he began to move, her breathing growing harsher when his thrusts sped up. He watched her face when he reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, committed the sight of her parted lips and flushed cheeks to memory. It had been years since he’d done this, his wolf side unlocking having made him reluctant to risk an accidental bond. Waiting for Caroline to choose him for good had been torture, the rush of pure, primal need in his veins whenever he laid eyes on her difficult to control. He wanted nothing more than to let his wolf’s magic unfurl from his skin and cloak her, to scrape his teeth against her neck as he came and leave the scar visible as a warning to any who might mean her harm.

“That feels so good,” she gasped out, arching her back to give him a better angle. “Talk to me.”

He grinned, bending forward. “Talk to you?”

“Mmhm.”

“What about, sweetheart?”

She huffed, the sound making him grin. “Have you thought about me when I was gone?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice almost embarrassingly hoarse with need, his breath hitching when she clenched around him. “Every day.”

“Tell me.”

“About how much I craved you tangled with me at night? The rhythm of your breathing? Your scent clinging to my sheets?” he asked, purposefully avoiding what she’d requested between the lines of her question, wanting her to ask.

“Did you think about me when you touched yourself!” she clarified, shooting him an exasperated look that changed to a gasp when he pinched her clit.

“Every day,” he repeated, moving faster, savoring her moans, his nails digging into her hips. “I have so many fantasies of the things I want to do to you, sweetheart. Things I want to try. I do love the way you look bound to my bed with a toy in your pussy, compelled not to come but trying to find friction, begging for me to indulge you. It’s a common fantasy I go back to, the memory of your pretty lips parted and your eyelids fluttering.”

She moaned his name, her fingers curling in the sheets, her breathing growing more labored. “More,” she demanded. “Please.”

“But sometimes that’s not quite enough,” he continued, his hands moving to her hips to steady her, “and when I need the extra push I think of the last time you were here, how you begged for your master to give you release. You were so eager to please, so perfect. I’ve thought extensively about what else I might convince you to beg for, what pretty sounds you’ll make as I stain your arse red with my palm or fasten clamps around your nipples. How you’ll get wet from nothing but the sting of painful pleasure and the knowledge that I’m getting off on it. Would you like that?”

She nodded hurriedly. “I liked it when we did it last time,” she breathed, her words tangling as she tried to get them out. “It was really hot.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, grinning at the way her breath hitched at the words. “Now tell me, sweetheart. Is my cock filling you enough to make you come?”

“No,” she gasped out, admitting what they both already knew from years of exploring each other’s bodies. “I need you to touch my clit.”

“Ask. Beg.”

She obeyed immediately, the pleas falling quickly from her lips. He could feel his muscles tightening as he obliged her, the pleasure of her tight and hot around his cock as he took her in, bent and submissive and begging for more, for him to fuck her harder, bringing him closer to the edge. He could feel his fangs break through his gums, the overwhelming desire to taste, to claim,

He bent forward to bite her shoulder when he came, running his tongue along the mark and grinning at her sharp breath from the sensation. He toyed with her clit until he felt her shake against him as she tipped over the edge.

He rolled off of her and pulled her close, offering her his neck for the cure. He had only a brief moment to admire the face of her monster before she let her fangs pierce his neck, drinking a few gulps with a soft hum before pulling back, running her tongue along the wound when it closed.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Good,” she said, arching her back to stretch before curling closer to him, tangling her legs with his, her face buried in his shoulder. “I’m tired.”

“You must have flown quite a ways.”

“Yeah. It was a huge pain because I had to convince your minion to let it be a surprise and then deal with flying a gazillion hours being worried that you’d say no and I’d just embarrass myself—“

“I would never,” he said immediately, tracing her spine with his fingers. “I’ve waited for you to be ready for ages. You can’t imagine I’d ever turn you away.”

“It’s nice to know for sure,” she said, wriggling even closer so that her body was fully pressed against his, cloaking herself in his warmth and scent. “I love you.”

There were those words again, so human and small, but he couldn’t deny that hearing them fall from her lips made his heart lighten.

“And I you.”

“Well you’d better. You’re stuck with me now,” she pointed out, squeaking when he pinched her side. “Klaus!”

“I’ve long known that I would never be able to let you go, Caroline. My mate.”

“Good,” she said, humming contentedly as his arms wrapped around her. “Me neither.”

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline drabble #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline smut #my fanfiction #mydrabbles #itsnotacrimetoloveyou

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snippets-of-imagination · 6 years ago

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124 + protective alec pls

A/N: ANON IM SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG! I couldn’t figure out how I wanted this to pan out. I’ve never actually written domestic Malec with a baby before so I’m a little scared that I might have messed this up. ALSO I DON’T KNOW BABIES. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A BABY? Also Magnus deserves a better father so this is Asmodeus trying. I think in his own way, Asmodeus does love his son but because he’s a demon, he has fucked up ways of showing it.

“By the Angel,” Alec breathed when he stepped into the loft. He heard Magnus suck in a sharp intake of breath, wide eyed at the destruction that had been left in their home.

There was glitter all over the floor and when he walked past the couch, his foot stuck. The walls were covered in pink glitter and what looked like Magnus’ lipstick.

“Is that…” Magnus looked faintly green as he stared at the red markings scrawled all over the wall like crayon.

Alec did not give him a second glance, his focus all on the fact that their living room had been trashed and Max was nowhere in sight. He headed straight for the nursery, where as he got closer, he could hear his son giggling and cooing.

He shoved open the door roughly, preparing to yell at his brother but the sight in Max’s bedroom made him freeze.

“Father?” Magnus had turned pale, looking like he really was about to faint. His fingers curled into Alec’s bicep and tightened, as the sight of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus standing in his son’s nursery.

He had baby Max cradled in his arms, bouncing him up and down in the air. Max seemed to have no idea how much danger he was in, laughing delightedly every time Asmodeus pretended to throw him into the air.

The Greater Demon turned when the door slammed open, merely raising his eyebrows and saying, “uh oh, looks like daddies are home.” His lips pulled up into a grin even as Alec unsheathed his seraph blade, his eyes blazing.

“Put him down,” he growled, taking a step forward. Magnus gripped his shirt tightly, too afraid to move. He was eying Max in his father’s arms, trying to detect if there was any distress in his son.

But Max seemed completely unharmed, content to coo and gurgle as Asmodeus stopped bouncing him, cradling him close to his chest.

Alec too was studying the baby warlock, noting the glitter on Max’s lips.

“What the hell did you do?” He stepped forward, his body tense. Max was his son and his family. No one messed with his family.

Asmodeus arched his eyebrows at the Shadowhunter’s hostility, stroking Max’s curly hair gently.

“Oh nothing, just let him into Magnus’ makeup for a little bit. He really liked it. Just like his father.”

Magnus turned even whiter, his fingers curled tight into Alec’s shirt. He opened his mouth but Alec beat him to it.

“You did what?! You’re not supposed to let a baby anywhere near makeup. It’s practically toxic!”

Asmodeus shrugged, wiping a finger along Max’s glitter covered lips absently.

“He’s a warlock, he’ll survive,” he said and Magnus broke, pushing Alec aside to snatch his baby from his father.

“Never ever give him stuff like that,” he snarled, cradling Max close to him. “Especially not when it’s mine.”

Alec wondered if he was hallucinating when he saw the Greater Demon’s face fall slightly, lips pressing into a thin line. Asmodeus folded his arms across his chest, looking defensive all of a sudden.

“How was I supposed to know that? It’s not as if I raised you from a baby,” he countered, glowering at his son. Magnus glared back, smoothing a curl of navy blue hair off of Max’s forehead, swaying slightly.

He kissed the top of his head tenderly before moving to the crib and laying him into it. Asmodeus watched him almost hungrily and Alec tensed, fingers curling around the hilt of his blade.

“I think you should leave,” he said tensely, watching as Magnus moved away from the crib, golden eyes flicking to his father.

“Oh come on, Magnus. You never write and you never visit. I’ve never even met my grandson. I just wanted to see him,” Asmodeus almost whined and Alec pressed a hand to his temples.

What the hell was happening?

Did he really hear Asmodeus, a Prince of Hell whine about meeting his grandchild?

“Where is Jace?” He said instead, and Asmodeus scowled, jerking his thumb towards the guest bedroom.

Deciding that it was better to ignore whatever the Greater Demon had just said, Alec strode over to the bedroom, shoving the door open.

Jace lay in the bed, blonde hair splayed out every which way, snoring loudly.

“I put him to sleep. See Magnus, I am capable of non-violence,” Asmodeus snarked and Alec pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly.

“I need a fucking drink,” he said and Magnus nodded, his eyes wide with disbelief. He snapped his fingers and a gin martini appeared in Alec’s hand.

Alec gulped it down and pointed his blade in Asmodeus’ direction.

“Join us for drinks and we can discuss visitation,” he said, ignoring Magnus’ gasp. Asmodeus beamed, giving his son a pointed look.

“I like this Shadowhunter, Magnus. So polite,” he purred, spinning on his heel and striding out.

Magnus had a look of complete disbelief on his face as he stared at Alec.

“Are you out of your mind?! This is my father, Alexander. A Greater Demon, not to mention, a Prince of Hell. And you want to discuss visitation?”

Alec sheathed his blade, moving to lay a hand on his fiance’s back. He pressed a kiss against Magnus’ lips, and Magnus melted into him, relaxing against his body.

“Trust me. I think he’s trying.” He murmured when they pulled apart, a hand moving to cup Magnus’ cheek tenderly.

“Give him a chance.”

A/N: Send me prompts! I’m a lil stuck on what to write. Can be NSFW too!

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alliswell21 · 7 years ago

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and if you may ... 49 too .. “Im too sober for this” .. Please ? Thank you ::!!

😊 another awesome prompt: 49. “I’m too sober for this”

Warning: mentions of underage drinking

Sorry this came out so freakishly long. Enjoy.

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As Senior resolutions went, mine was daring, brave, empowering and completely futile.

Since my best and only friends Gale and Madge graduated the previous year and left to pursue their own paths, I saw a chance to reinvent myself. It was gonna be the greatest thing since sliced bread!

I was gonna let lose, let my hair down (literally! Who wears braids to school everyday in their senior year anyway?!?). I was gonna brake some rules and be known as: Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire!.

I had it all planned out.

I was going to shed my quiet, goody-two-shoes, hermit persona behind and become this easy going chick all the cool cats wanted to hang out with, and to my credit, I succeeded pretty much on everything I’d set out to do except the single most important thing of all...

But I’m nothing, if not persistent, hence my current situation, holding a flashlight, illuminating a doorknob, as a group of classmates try to break an entering in the school building after hours.

Real smart stuff for Katniss Everdeen, formerly sensible person.

”Come on man! What’s taking so freaking long?” Asked Marvel Quaid impatiently.

”Almost,” Says Annie Cresta still tweaking her bobby pin into the lock to Dr. Abernathy’s office.

Finnick Odair, Annie’s boyfriend and the father of this half baked idea of a prank, slaps Marvel’s shoulder with the back of his hand, telling him cockily, “Hush dude. You’re throwing my girl’s mojo. Besides, hasn’t your mother told you that patience is a virtue?”

”Ugh... just hurry it, will ya? I’m with twitchy here. Being at Abernathy’s office during the day is bad enough,”

”Johanna, when have I ever fail you?” Asks Finnick at his best friend with a pointed look, then he grins mischievously, “Plus, once we’re inside, will celebrate by raiding old man Haymitch’s liquor stash!” He wiggles his eyebrows at that.

”Wait... what? Nobody said anything about drinking the stuff! I thought we were just switching it with water. This is crazy Finn!”

”Shush it Peeta! Not a good time to act like a chicken shit!” Johanna whispers harshly. “I knew you were gonna wimp out half way!”

Peeta puffs out his already prominent chest, and frowns angrily a Johanna, “I’m not wimping out of nothing!” His intense blue eyes fix on mine for a second, but as usual, the moment I look back at him, they fleet away, returning to Johanna next to Finnick. “I’m just saying, that with every passing second, it’s more obvious this prank wasn’t thought through. That’s all. Plus, we already drank Annie’s dad’s liquor cabinet, I’m pretty sure stealing the principal’s cheap vodka and drinking it in his office is like... a felony or something.”

I’ve been watching Peeta pretty much my whole high school career. It’s not that I just noticed him, it’s just that I just became aware of how much I noticed him when he was around. With Gale’s towering frame out of the way, distracting me, I finally realized I’ve kept track of this blue eyed blonde, ever since I was a tween, and he fed me his own bread the day my father died. His one act of kindness set him apart from everyone else, and Ive finally come to terms with it. But for all my observations of the boy with the bread, I can say he does look a little green right now, but a coward he totally is not!

I let a long breath out, scratching my nose with my free hand. ”I’m too sober for this,” I didn’t actually mean to say it out loud, but it’s true, and it’s out.

”Wait until we’re drinking Abernathy’s poison, baby, that’ll take care of it right away!” Says our resident meathead, and designated muscle, Cato Alexander. His voice is so greasy, and obnoxious I scowl at him in disgust, but Peeta surges up from his hiding spot, to crouch in front of me, facing Cato. I think he’s trying to shield me from his leering eyes.

”Yeah, well, I still think we should stick to the original plan of just dumping it all out and switching it with water, and get the hell out of here ASAP.” Peeta grunts, more than says.

”Abernathy keeps his ‘secret’ stash under lock and key, though.” I offer. “Wiress told me he’s even putting some alarm system in place, because he has the bottle in the same place he keeps the final exams.”

Johanna rolls her eyes, blowing a bubble with her gum, and finally runs a hand through her spiky short hair. “Come on Brainless, that was just Nuts, being her nutty self. There aren’t any alarms here. Old man Haymitch is an angry drunkard, not a paranoid one.” Her gum pops and she chews on happily.

”Done!” Crows Annie triumphantly.

”I knew you could do it, Hon!” Says Finnick sporting that lovesick face he always has when speaking to Annie. He kisses her in the lips, and Johanna makes pukey faces at them while the rest of us try to look away uncomfortable.

”Dude, get a room!” Says Marvel.

We all slip into the open door on tip-toes, and come to Dr. Abernathy’s desk. There, where drawers used to be at one time, it’s a safe, with a digital keypad.

”Great!” Whines Marvel, “Deciphering this code is gonna be harder than guessing what’s in Mrs. Sae’s mystery meat stew!” He says throwing his arms in the air.

”I knew this was a bad idea. We suggest we just get out of here right away.” Says Peeta sweating profusely.

I can see Johanna’s mouth open to tell Peeta off, but whatever nasty comment she was gonna make we never found out, because all hell broke lose in the blink of an eye.

It turns out the old drunk was a bit paranoid after all, and Wiress Martin’s tip about the alarms was good. We tripped the silent system as soon as we picked the lock. It took the police all of five minutes to flood the school.

They caught Johanna first, then Marvel. Finnick was in top notch physical condition, and too fast for the cops, but Annie tripped and fell and when he came back to help her up, they too got apprehended. Cato ran off like a headless chicken screaming “Abort! Abort!” at the top of his lungs, until he fell silent. I’m not sure what happened to him. As for myself... I was standing there in the middle of the room, frozen. Then like in slow motion, Peeta started yelling at me.

”Run! Katniss, run! What are you doing? Run!”

When I don’t move, he pushes me out the door, when that doesn’t work, he grabs my hand and drags me with him, but although I’m great at track and runs, I’m not match for the rush of adrenaline he seems to be having, so he finally turns around, throws me over his shoulder like I’m a sack of flour, and off we go out of the building.

I’ve gather my wits enough to know we are out of their reach, but also that we have to come back and give ourselves up before someone rats us out. And someone will. I don’t trust Marvel or Cato.

”Peeta,” I call. “Peeta, we’re safe now. You can put me down!”

It takes me punching his back several times to get his attention, but he stops, and puts me on the ground gently. Then, out of the blue, his lips crash against mine in a passionate, all consuming kiss, I’ll be hard pressed to ever recreate with anyone else.

”You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he mumbles over and over between kisses, all the while his hands cup my face, then smooth down my arms, around my back, cradle my head.

We break apart heaving for air, our foreheads resting against each other.

” I’m sorry for overstepping.” He finally breathes out, “but that was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me, and I live with Winnifred Mellark.” He chuckles raggedly. It’s no secret his mother is a piece of work witch that used to hit her children until they grew too big and wide to intimidate anymore. “If at some point, you feel the urge to slap me in the face, I’ll take. Gladly. I deserve it.” He chuckles again, “It was worth it.”

”What was worth it?” I ask dizzy.

”Finally plucking up the courage to kiss you.” He pulls away from me, for once in his life, his eyes aren’t avoiding mine. As he stares at me, hungrily, he adds, “I figured we have to go back and face Principal Abernathy sooner or later, which means my mother is gonna find out about this debacle, and she’s probably gonna try to kill me. I figured, if I’m gonna die, I rather die knowing what it felt like to have finally let you know how much of a goner am I for you.”

”Oh,” it’s all I can say.

He’s starting to get anxious at my lack of response, he’s blabbering some nonsense about having a shot at being friends and whatnot, but his frantic backpedaling won’t do, so I do the only thing I can think of, and grab his biceps for balance and surge up to shut him up with another kiss.

”We’ll go back there together,” I tell him against his lips.

He nods, not letting go of me, “Together.”

We will go into this as one.

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tomhsparker · 8 years ago

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one punch - tom holland imagine #7

notes : a night out with harry and tom ends up with one punch.

warnings : swearing, YET AGAIN CHEESY DIALOGUE IM SORRY

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The pub was dimly lit as people chattered, the sound of glasses clinking together and laughter filled the joyful air. It was about 10 at night but everyone was still fully awake, especially Harry. He downed his third pint of beer and let out a impolite burp, causing you and Tom to chuckle at his actions.

“I’m going to need three more of these,” Harry slurred, kissing the tall glass.

Rolling your eyes, you reached over towards him and pulled the cup away from him.

“Frankly, I think you’ve had enough,” you laughed, finishing the last bit of your own drink.

Tom removed the arm that slung around your shoulders and did the same, before pecking you on the cheek.

“We should go home, Harry’s wasted,” he announced, already picking up his phone and wallet.

Nodding, you went to stuff all your things into your purse before getting up. Both you and Tom helped Harry out of his seat. By now, he was already mumbling jokes to himself. He would snort and wheeze at each punchline and pat himself on the arm.

Harry was out of it.

Although you found it all pretty amusing, you knew you had to get Harry home before he passed out.

As Tom went to grab their coats off the coat hangers, you stood with Harry at the entrance of the pub with Harry leaning against the wall, giggling at his own jokes yet again.

You kept an eye on Harry as you rummaged through your purse, trying to find Tom’s car keys.

When you finally fished it out of your bag, you heard a loud, low whistle sound from behind you. Spinning around, you caught the stare of a man.

He was eyeing you hungrily, licking his dry, cracked lips. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Oi, you should smile more,” the man started, his voice already sending chills down your spine.

You maintained the frown on your face, “no thanks, old man.”

“Oh come on, love,” the man staggered over towards you, making you back up, “have a little fun, will ya?”

“Fuck off,” you angrily stated, trying to remove his hand which was now gripping your arm.

By this time, Harry was aware of what was going on, but couldn’t process the situation. He was drunk, of course. And it was getting a little too hard to focus when all he could think of was the Indiana Jones theme song repeating over and over in his head.

“Come on, you and me back to my house, eh?” You could already smell the alcohol on his breath. Cringing, you continued to struggle underneath his hands.

Tom was now walking back to the entrance, with a skip to his step. He was excited to be going home. After weeks of not seeing you, he was finally able to spend some quality time with the love of his life. He had it all planned in his head.

The two of you were going to spend the night watching movies on Netflix, cuddling in bed underneath a huge soft duvet. Now that Tom had moved out of his family home, he was able to get some private time with you to do certain adult things. He had missed you, literally everything about you and he couldn’t wait for tonight.

However, his bright smile was quickly wiped off his face when he saw the scene in front of him. There you were, under the clutches of some drunk old guy trying to pull you somewhere.

His hand formed into fists and his jaw clenched. Whoever this guy was, Tom didn’t care. He was trying to hurt you. And Tom would not have that.

“Hey!” Tom firmly shouted, already storming across the bar. Tom’s yell had attracted the attention of not only the drunk man, but the other people at the pub too.

“Fuck off my girlfr -”

Tom didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he was taken aback. In a moment of distraction, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to strike. Reaching backwards, you balled your right hand into a fist and smashed it square on the man’s nose.

The man yelped, falling backwards slightly as he lost his balance. You recalled what Tom had taught you and placed your fists in front of your face, before reaching out and delivering another punch with your dominant hand.

He pressed a hand to his face, shouting obscenities at you. Stumbling up, he glanced at you, then Tom, then at you again. In a second, he was out of the door.

“Fucking prick!” you shouted, throwing up the middle finger as he ran away.

Harry was now celebrating, yelling ‘what the fuck!” at the top of his lungs. He placed both of his hands against his cheeks and laughed hysterically.

“Tom!” he cried out loud, “your girlfriend’s a fucking badass!”

You fixed your clothes, trying to avoid the gaze of everyone at the pub. Tom sensed your uncomfort and sighed, leading the both of you out of the place. He kept his hand on Harry’s shoulder, who was yelling and shouting about how ‘Y/N rekted him!”

Pushing Harry gently into the car, Tom let you climb into the passenger seat as he shut the back door and slid to the driver’s seat.

“You alright? Did he hurt you?” Tom asked, pausing to look at you.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine. He was more hurt than me, babe.”

Tom breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, a small smile forming on his face.

“You truly surprise me everyday.”

It was absolute chaos when the three of you reached the Holland household. Nikki was helping Paddy with his school uniform when her son came staggering into the house, with his body supported by his older brother.

As they walked in, Harry’s first words were, “Y/N is a fucking badass, don’t mess with her or she’ll ruin you with one damn punch.”

Paddy laughed, clearly amused by what was going on. He bounded over to you and asked you repeatedly what happened. You couldn’t help but grin at Paddy’s excitement.

He always liked you, even mentioning that he would love to have you at their home forever. So it wasn’t a surprise that Paddy was getting so excited.

“Alright, Paddy, I’m sure Y/N is very tired and wants to rest. You can ask her about it tomorrow,” Nikki ordered, “up to bed, young man.”

Paddy groaned but did as he was told anyways, sadly walking up the stairs to his room after giving you a bear hug.

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s help Harry get to bed,” Tom said, earning a nod from you. The two of you helped the drunk boy up the stairs, with much difficulty.

You helped Tom open the door for Harry. He helped his brother into the room, where Harry flopped face side down onto the bed. You helped Tom remove Harry’s boots of his feet as Harry began to ramble on about Indiana Jones, talking about how there was a snake in his boot. You and Tom shared a look, trying not to laugh too hard.

You went to help remove Harry’s jacket as you flipped him over, which only made him groan. Pulling down the zipper of his jacket, Harry gasped loudly and held your wrist stopping you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confusion laced with his tone.

“Uh, I’m taking your jacket off?”

“No, you can’t,” he shook his head slowly, “you’re dating my brother. You can’t cheat on him with me. I won’t let you.”

You blushed, smacking your forehead with the palm of your hand.

“I mean, you are very beautiful and honestly, if you were single, I wouldn’t mind but -”

“Oh my God, Harry, I’m right here!” Tom laughed, “she’s not trying to get into your pants, jeez.”

Harry stared at Tom before realisation hit him, making Harry go all ‘Ohhhh!’. Rolling over in his bed, he managed two more sentences out.

“I love the two of you. Nighty night.”

With that, Harry was out like a light. His soft snores began to fill the room as you and Tom softly laughed. Tom glanced down at you, a big smile forming on his face.

“What?” you whispered, holding his hand while leading the two of you out of Harry’s room. Tom shushed you as he brought you over to his old room, opening and locking the door.

The first thing he did after he closed the door was to gently kiss your lips, which tasted like beer. You hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands played with the curls on his head. His fingers dug into your waist and he pulled away, resting his forehead on top of yours.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to the pub tonight,” Tom said softly, staring at your left arm.

You shrugged, “we shouldn’t have done a lot of things. I’m okay, Tom. You taught me how to punch and I was gonna use that to my advantage.”

“I don’t want anything like that to ever happen to you again. I was so scared,” he admitted, holding both of your hands.

“And it won’t,” you promised, “I can take care of myself.”

Tom gave in, nodding his head. He enveloped you in a quick bear hug before flopping down onto the bed. You did the same, making sure to cuddle yourself into his larger figure.

“Harry’s right.”

You hummed, urging him to continue.

“You are such a badass girlfriend. I love you,” Tom said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Smacking him on the chest, you lovingly gazed at him.

“Love you too, you div.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland preferences #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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yg-got7scenarios · 8 years ago

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Better as Three Part 3 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU

Length: 4,887 words

Plot: After Jaebum comes back from a sudden out of the country business trip, the two of you finally reconcile and his desire to make it up to you reached a whole new level.

Warning/s: Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Slight car sex, Blowjob, Deep throating, Mild spanking, Slightly dom!JB, Slight begging, etc.

A/N: Third part; another het smut with the reader’s other boyfriend hahaha how lucky is this girl lmao. And again this is very detailed and graphic so please read at your own risk! I tried making this to full-on dom!jb… but I failed hahaha! I hope you enjoy!!!

6PM.

You will finally be out of work and you are more than excited to go home tonight.

Mark mentioned in the morning before he sends you to work that Jaebum will be home today from his urgent business trip on the other side of the world. Jaebum was out for more than week and neither you nor Mark had the chance to see him before he left.

You contemplated a lot of times if you will message Jaebum while he was gone, or even before he flies, but your inner brat didn’t want to give in. Mark didn’t say anything about it, though he keeps you updated how Jaebum is and what he is doing, despite you not asking.

You have seen some missed calls from Jaebum at late night when you were sleeping, but you were unable to call him back, because, one, you are technically still mad at him and he’s supposed to be still mad at you too, second, you were too busy with work that you rarely touch your phone. Mark seemed to be enough for a few days, but, as days go by, you are missing your other man.

That’s why seeing a familiar set of broad shoulders, pierced ears, and neatly styled hair waiting in front of your office building made your heart jump in joy and a sweet smile immediately registered on your face. Jaebum’s back is on you with his hands in his pockets, cutely shifting his weight from one foot to another.

The clinking of your heels against the asphalt made Jaebum still before he turns on his heels to face you. You clutched your bag with both of your hands as you bowed your head slightly, too coward to face him just yet. You stopped when you are about a foot away from him and you finally meet his gaze.

“Hey.” He mutters and you press your lips together.

“Hey yourself.” You answered before looking anywhere but him.

“I-I just came back-“ He clears his throat and looked away, trying to lessen the awkward atmosphere between the two of you since this is the first time that the two of you had talked after the fight.

“Yeah, Mark told me.” You mumbled before looking at the car behind him. Jaebum scratched his head lightly before gaping at you.

“I- I actually wanted to take the two of you out for dinner… but Mark needs to be in their Daegu office tonight and won’t be back ‘til tomorrow, so, I was wondering if-“ He clears his throat again before turning to gaze at you.

“If you will be okay with just you and I, tonight?” He pursed his lips together and your heart warmed. Jaebum’s chivalry and gentleman quality never fails to amaze you even though you are already in a relationship. You tried to hide your smile at the thought and also on how flustered Jaebum looks right now. You suppressed the giggles that are threatening to come out of your lips by biting on your lower lip.

“S-sure.” You answered timidly but that was all that Jaebum needs. He smiles at you before walking towards the car, opening the door at the passenger seat for you to get in. He gets on to the driver seat immediately and drove to the restaurant where the three of you frequent whenever you want to have a nice, fine dinner.

Your orders have arrived and you smiled at each other before starting to dig in to your food. No one had spoken a lot since the two of you got in the restaurant, apart from telling the waitresses your orders.

You poke your steak with your fork, attempting to slice the piece of meat languidly but, as always, you would always lose patience and would ask either Mark or Jaebum to cut it for you. However, now, you are not sure if you want to do that.

Just when you’re about to ran the knife over the medium done beef for the nth time; a plate appeared in front of you. You look up to see Jaebum handing you his steak, already cut into small pieces. You smiled at him before grabbing the plate, in return, he took yours before placing it in front of him.

“Thank you, Jaebum.” You thanked him sincerely.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He smiled his signature lazy smile and you felt your face warm up with the endearment.

“And… I’m sorry…” You bowed your head before fidgeting with the knife and fork that are in your hands. Jaebum looks up from his meal; waiting for you to continue.

“I- I should’ve apologized way, way back, but I was resisting so hard. I know that you only want what’s good for me, you and Mark… but… I always test your patience and temper… I promise to be more sensitive this time. I’m sorry, I won’t let that happen again, Jae.” You looked at him with your eyes watering. Jaebum drops his knife and fork before standing up, crouching in front of you before cupping your face, thumbing your cheek and you leaned against his touch.

“It’s OK, baby, it is also my fault; I went overboard with the punishment, and I was… I was worried about you so much.” Both of his hands are now cupping your face.

“When I was away, I tried calling you but you didn’t want to talk to me… I was bugging Mark the entire week to make sure that you’re alright… And…” He stopped talking before his hands dropped to yours, his thumbs tracing your knuckles while he looks at them as if it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“A-and what, Jae?” Jaebum brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently and you’ve noticed that his hands are shaking.

“I was scared… Scared that you might break up with me, or, want me out of the relationship…” He lets out a nervous laugh before shaking his head, sticking his tongue out. Your eyes widened at his statement; why would he think that way?

“J-Jaebum- I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to make it appear that way…” You removed your hands from his grip before cradling his face with your hands, your thumbs lifting his chin up to look at you, but his misty eyes are looking anywhere but your eyes.

“God, I feel so bad. I promise that wasn’t my intention. I love you, okay? I love you and Mark so much – please- please don’t ever think that I’ll be breaking up with you or something, because that will never happen… Jaebum, look at me, please.” Jaebum finally looks at you with uncertainty still present in his eyes. He lifts his trembling hands to your shoulders before staring at your eyes intently.

“D-do you really mean what you’ve just said, baby?” His voice cracked a bit, making your heart break even more than it already is. You felt so bad for ignoring Jaebum, seeing how vulnerable he looks right now. You didn’t even imagine that he would be insecure on what his standing is in your relationship, ever. But then again, you’ve never been in this kind of situation before, and you felt so lucky to have someone like him and Mark to love you more than they love themselves.

“Of course, Jaebum. I meant every single word that I’ve said.” You wiped the single tear that left Jaebum’s eyes and he licks his lips.

“P-prove it then.” His eyes suddenly darkened and his grip on your clothed shoulders tightened.

You shot him an equally dark gaze as you quickly pressed your lips against his unresisting warmth, coaxing his mouth open, kissing him deeply, letting him know that you meant what you just said not just through words. Jaebum lifted his hand to push you closer to him by your nape; his tongue, teeth, and lips quickly gaining the upper hand with the kiss, devouring yours hungrily and passionately. His other hand dropped to your thigh, massaging small circles against your soft skin. You gasped against his mouth when his fingers sneak inside your skirt, digging the pads of his fingers against your inner thigh, which is dangerously close to your core.

“L-let’s go home.” You pulled away from his slightly chapped lips and he smirks, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling his hand away from your thigh. He stood up before dropping a few notes on the table; grabbing your hand as the two of you made your way out of the restaurant, leaving the remaining steak and wine untouched.

Jaebum suddenly pushed you against the door of the passenger seat when you reached the parking lot. He takes your mouth in his again, cupping your jaw between his large hands and he presses his body as close to you as possible. He groans in between kisses when you buck your hips against his groin, his half-hard member bulging on his black slacks.

He presses his lips against your cheek while he brushes your hair against your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“I want you, baby.” He growls before licking the shell of your ear and you felt your whole body shiver up to the tips of your toes. You moaned when Jaebum places one of his knees in between your legs and began grinding his crotch against your core and your head fell back against the window shield, your arms circling around your boyfriend’s waist.

“I-I want you too, Jaebum, b-but- ahhh!” You yelped when Jaebum bites on the juncture of your neck and shoulder before delivering a particularly hard hump against your core, making your clit tingle with pleasure.

“Shit, Jaebum, not here.” You managed to croak out your attempt to stop him but he continued moving, grinding against you without hesitation and care that you are in a public place. Jaebum’s lips moved from the side of your neck to the column of your throat, sucking another bruise harshly and your mind went fuzzy, your head swimming as your hands made its way up to your boyfriend’s broad shoulders.

“Goddamnit, you’re so fucking hot. I wanna fuck you right here, right now.” He snarls and you cried out when Jaebum’s hand gropes your breast while catching your lips in another heated kiss, snaking his tongue inside your mouth, dominating the kiss once again and you responded with equal hunger, your hands wandering all over his toned, clothed back.

“J-Jaebum, please- n-not here, people m-might catch us.” You dig your fingers against his back, attempting to make him stop and he groans against your neck before pulling away obediently, to your surprise. You are still trying to catch your breath when he pulls you from the door so that he can open it, gesturing for you to get inside quickly with a slight tilt of his head to the side, obviously impatient. He closes the door shut before walking around to the driver’s seat, getting inside the car in lightning speed.

Jaebum steps on the gas and started driving his way out of the building. It would normally take about an hour to get to your place, but with the pace your boyfriend is driving, it looks like you two can get there in half the time. However, it still seems to stretch on to forever. You are dripping against your cotton panties and it’s sticking uncomfortably against your skin and Jaebum has been adjusting his pants whenever he needs to stop driving.

You can see the outline of his erection despite the lack of lighting inside the car, and it makes your mouth water and your pussy to get even wetter. You lick your lips hungrily and you stared at him; his full attention is focused on the road and you sneered, having a devious plan in mind.

Seeing how hard he is underneath the restraints, you cannot help the desire filling your nerves. All you wanted to do is taste and devour his cock. You wanted to show him how much you’ve missed him, and how much you value him in your relationship. You wanted to take his insecurities and doubts away.

Jaebum lets out a hiss and his whole body shuddered when he felt a hand on top his thigh, and a set of wet lips hovering his neck. He choked out a groan when your fingers travelled higher, massaging his thick, trembling thigh while you bury your face against the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking on his skin not-so-gently.

“W-what are you doing, I’m d-driving, holy shit.” You bit his perfectly chiseled jaw at the same time as you cup his bulge, making Jaebum’s hands grip the steering wheel impossibly harder. Your fingers traced the outline of his dick through his thin slacks and boxers as you pepper the side of his face with kisses, your boyfriend’s breaths turning shallow when you reached for the zipper of his slacks.

“D-don’t, ______, goddamnit.” He huffs and he manages to grip your wrist with one of his hands and he drove a little slower than earlier – not letting his arousal and lust take over yet.

“You’re so hard for me, baby.” You nip on the side of his ear when your fingers still found the zipper despite the grip that he has on your wrist. He wanted to stop you, but your touch feels so damn good that he cannot just move away – and you smirked against his cheek. Jaebum needs to let go of your wrist to grab the gear lever, needing to change gears and you took this opportunity to pull the zipper down completely and unclasping the button of his black slacks. Jaebum let out a huge breath when you pulled his boxers down to reveal his swollen, throbbing dick.

You eyed his erection once before you smirk at him, your lips finding his ear and you lick the shell of it slowly and Jaebum shivered once more, the car screeching because his foot slipped from the gas for a good millisecond.

“Damn it, _______. We’re going to get ourselves in trouble.” He shook his head and ignored the sensations that are rushing through his groin and tried to focus on driving. Just a few more minutes and you will be at home. Maybe you would also realize that and you’ll stop moving. He let out a sigh of relief when you pulled away from his ear, but he was quick to jump into conclusions.

“Fuck!” He groans and his eyes turn into slits when you lowered your face to his dick, practically inhaling his angry member. You took him all the way in, the tip reaching the back of your throat before pulling out of him slowly, sucking on the head of his dick before bobbing your head down, up, then down, the change in the pace is so fucking fast that Jaebum cannot even catch up on it, his focus on the road dwindling and flying all over the place.

“Fuck, shit, oh God, baby.” His head fell back against the head rest, thankful that he is driving on a freeway, but this is still dangerous but Jaebum cannot seem to make you stop, not when you loosen his grip against his thighs, allowing him to move his hips up ever-so-slightly considering the situation and his current position.

You hummed, swallowed, and slurped around his member and Jaebum’s head felt dizzy and he knows that he cannot hold on much longer.

“S-stop, ______, fuck, woman, we’re almost home.” He roughly grabs your hair to pull your mouth away from his pulsating dick with a pop. You look up to him with your mouth slick with saliva and precum, and Jaebum growls loudly, resisting the urge to shove his erect cock back into your warmth. You pulled away from him after kissing the head of his dick and you leaned back against your seat, throwing your boyfriend a playful wink.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He murmurs while shaking his head as he parks the car in the drive way in front of your shared apartment. Jaebum fixes his pants before stepping out of the vehicle and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before following Jaebum to the door.

Jaebum gasps in surprise when you used all your force to push him against the front door once the two of you are inside your apartment. He looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes as you removed your heels and in just a blink of an eye, the sound of your knees meeting the floor resonated against the room and your hands are fumbling against the button and zipper of his pants once more until you have both garments pooling at his ankles.

“W-wait, _____.” Jaebum was cut short when a gasp left his lips as you grasp his throbbing cock, your hand squeezing the base slowly as you eyed his dick with pure hunger and lust, causing Jaebum’s eyes to darken even more.

“You want me to show you how much I love you, right?” Your purposely enunciate each word with sultriness that never fails to arouse the hell out of your boyfriend. You lick your lips when Jaebum bites his lower lip while you continue to pump his girth rigidly and at a steady pace. You ran your tongue flat against the head of his dick, putting more pressure when you reached the slit, and Jaebum’s groan made your pussy drip even more.

“I’ll make sure to prove that to you tonight, baby.” Even before Jaebum can react to what you just said, you engulfed half of his dick in one go while your other hand is gripping the other half, digging and running your nails against the large, pulsating vein on the underside.

“F-fuck!” Jaebum’s head fell back against the door with a thump and you look up to him before pulling out of him, only to push his dick back in to your hungry mouth, determined to continue where the two of you left off earlier back in the car.

“Damn it.” One of Jaebum’s hands is gripping your nape while the other is clawing at the wooden door behind him as you continued to suck him off, making sure to pay more attention to the swollen head. Jaebum pulls at your hair hard when you suddenly took him all the way in, deep-throating him easily and you felt his thick thighs quivering beneath your fingertips. You lifted your head half-way his dick before sliding it down your cavern once more, making sure swallow around him heavily and another thump has been heard from above you.

“Fuck – baby – you’re going to make me cum.” He half speaks-half cries and you rake your nails against his thigh before pulling out of him completely; staring at his dark orbs with an evil smile on your face.

“Fuck my mouth, Jaebum.” Your throaty, raspy voice made Jaebum’s dick twitch, so you slip his dick inside your mouth again, the head hitting your gag reflex and, once more, Jaebum was dumbstruck for a few seconds – letting your words sink in but when you hummed against the entirety of his length – it snapped him out of his reverie and his reaction was involuntary. Both of his hands are now gripping the hairs at back of your neck as he thrusts in and out of your wet mouth, the filthy sounds filling the air and you look up to meet your boyfriend’s lustful eyes, your eyes glowing with mirth.

“Fuck baby.” You swirled your tongue over his head when he snaps his hips back in before tonguing the rest of his length and he holds your head in place, fucking your mouth at the pace he wanted, the tip of his girth hitting the back of your throat and you held on to your boyfriend’s thick thighs tightly, tears already spilling from your eyes but you don’t care, you only encouraged him more when you slurped and coughed around his member loudly while digging your nails against his thighs at the same time.

“Damn it, ______. I’m cumming… Fuck! Let me-“ He attempted to pull out of your mouth but you pushed him against the door, keeping him in place as you swallowed heavily around his dick and with a loud, heavy, and throaty grunt, Jaebum came inside you violently, his cum travelling down your gullet and you slightly bobbed your head up and down his still hard length to ride out his high.

When Jaebum finally recovers, his hands slipped out of your neck and you let him go with a pop – smirking when you felt Jaebum shudder as you lick the remaining cum on his slit.

“Fuck – baby.” He chuckles, unable to say anything else as he gapes at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Did I do well?” You winked before standing up, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck.

“You are perfect, baby.” He pecks your lips before kissing your nose, causing you to let out a giggle. He wraps his arms around our middle before dipping his head further to kiss you deeply, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth. He catches your tongue and bottom lip with his teeth before nipping at the abused skin.

“Let’s go to bed, and I’ll take care of you.”

You yelped when Jaebum practically threw you on the bed after undressing you and carrying you over his shoulders to the bedroom. He stands at the foot of the bed and he grabs your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed and you tittered.

“All fours, now.” He groans while his dark, lust-blown eyes bear holes on you and you bit your lip, knowing that your boyfriend’s not-so-subtle dominance in bed is already coming out, it means that he is incredibly turned on. You quickly get on your knees and forearms as instructed, your ass hitting Jaebum’s groin and he is still hard as rock– making your whole body shiver with too much excitement.

“Ahh!” You squealed when Jaebum slaps your ass cheek before spreading your pussy wide with his hands, another shriek leaving your open mouth when he buries his face against your folds from behind, his tongue prodding your entrance before enclosing his mouth over your clit, sucking on the perky nub harshly and you dig your face against the mattress; Jaebum’s name slipping out of your lips like a mantra.

“Shit!” You lifted your head when Jaebum slaps your ass one more time before plunging two of his fingers inside your pussy while he continues to suck, nip, and bite on your clit. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping core and you laid your hand flat against the sheets, craning your head back to get a better of view of your boyfriend while he eats you out and you let another moan slip when the tip of his fingers found your g-spot. Satisfied with how your body is responding to his ministrations, Jaebum continued to fuck you with his fingers while he laps on your throbbing clit.

“G-God, fuck, Jaebum!” Jaebum felt your walls clench hard around his fingers and your clit pulsating against his tongue and he knows that you are close, the filthiest sounds escaping your lips and he abruptly pulls away, making you whine and cry out loud with your lower body sinking against the sheets. You are about to crane your head back to glare at your boyfriend but when he circles his arm around your waist to pull you up until you are on your knees again, delivering another tingly smack against your butt before pushing his hard cock inside your slick, wet heat; you let a loud call of his name escape your lips instead.

“I told you, I’ll take care of you, baby girl.” He pushes his thick length in you until he’s balls deep – the slight pain from the sudden intrusion only heightening your frenzy, making you claw your nails against the satin sheets.

“Shit! Jaebum!” You shrieked when he starts plunging in and out of your wet core at a punishingly fast pace, not letting you adjust to his huge size. You have sex quite often, but Jaebum is still amazed on how tight your walls are clamping his cock or fingers – and Mark shares the same thought.

“Ahh, shit- please!” You let out another yelp when he grabs both of your wrists before crossing them behind you; your upper half falling against the mattress, your shoulders supporting your weight and your left cheek resting against the mattress to avoid the possibility of suffocation. He grins with the sight before kneading on your ass cheeks roughly, making you clench around his cock unconsciously.

“You’re always so fucking tight, baby.” He growls from behind you and you tried to tear your wrists away from his tight grip to try holding on to something to keep you sane- but with how hard Jaebum is holding on to it as well as his vicious thrusts, you were rendered motionless and your mind is purely clouded with unfathomable pleasure.

“G-God Jaebum, don’t stop, rig-right-there.” Jaebum angled his hips just right to hit your sweet spot and he circles his arm around your waist before pushing you against his thrusts, abusing the same spot over and over until you felt your legs turn to jelly, your nails digging against the palms of your bounded arms. When you felt like you’re just one breath away from letting go, Jaebum suddenly stopped thrusting but kept his cock buried deep inside you, causing a throaty groan to leave your dry mouth.

Jaebum kisses the dip of your spine, licking on the sweat that gathered there before hauling you up to his chest, circling your arms around his neck while both his hands settled on your hips, massaging your sides to help you relax before biting on our earlobe.

“What do you want, baby girl?” He digs his fingers against your sides before rolling his hips, a sob leaving your lips while you drop your head to your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“G-God Jaebum I want to cum – please make me cum.” You whined – knowing how much it affects Jaebum and you are rewarded by a hard shove, but you know it is not enough.

“Please… - Jae… Please fuck me hard and make me cum.. Please, oh fuck!” You latch your mouth on the side of his neck and he dips his head to kiss you hungrily and fervently as he begins to drive in to you once more– the pace, speed, and intensity of his thrusts doubling and continuing to abuse your g-spot better at the new found angle.

“Shit – shit – baby – I’m gonna fucking come – please don’t stop.” You egg him on, knowing how weak Jaebum is with your low, breathy, and whiny voice. You envelope his hands on your hips that he uses to trap and push you against his plunges and it all becomes too much to take.

“Fuck, ______.” Jaebum felt you clench around him and he bites on the juncture of your shoulder and arm and that was your undoing. Your orgasm hit you hard and fast – blinding your eyesight with white spurts and your body quaked tremendously, your breaths hitching and your moans, whimpers, and sobs filled Jaebum’s ears and the four corners of the room.

Your quivering body and your still clenching walls eventually sent Jaebum to his own end, his thick thighs trembling, his own breathing quickening, his hips stuttering, and his mouth agape with his forehead, neck, and chest glistening with sweat. He tries to pull out of you but you reached for his behind to trap him against your body.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You breathed and Jaebum lets out a long, throaty groan against your neck. Not long after, you felt his hot seeds filling you up as he sucks on your neck while he keeps a bruising hold on your hips. Jaebum continues to roll his hips against yours to ride out both of your highs as he kisses you again, his cock still twitching inside you.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He murmurs against your lips before pulling out of you; laying you on the bed gently with your eyes closed and your body still trembling and shaking from the aftermath.

“I’ll get something to clean you up, okay?” Jaebum kisses your forehead and you nodded, too tired to say anything. Jaebum did come back with a towel in hand and started cleaning you up. He dresses you with one of Mark’s shirts and a fresh underwear before lying next to you on his boxers – wrapping an arm around your waist, pushing you close to his chest. You wrapped an arm around him and buried your face at the crook of his neck.

“Jaebum?” You looked up to you boyfriend and he looks at you curiously.

“Yes baby girl?”

“I’m starving…” You stick your bottom lip out and he smiled widely.

“Right – me too. I’ll order some pizza, okay?” He pecks your lips and the two of you laughed – remembering that you haven’t eaten much of the steak back in the restaurant.

I promise there’s still part 4 (and prolly a 5 too lmfao)

Part 4

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