#oh sorry you don’t like being assaulted wow that sucks

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If you’ve ever hit your child, you’re a shitty excuse for a parent and a shitty excuse for a human being. The second you put your hands on them, you’ve just given up the right to be considered either.

Child psychologist: heres evidence for not beating your kids

person in walmart with shit stains in their pants: nuh uh you gotta hold your 5 year old down and beat em with a belt so they respect you and stay in a childs place.

society: this is an equal argument there are many sides and its actually classist and ignorant to push your harmful belief that you shouldnt beat your kids unto working class people

cps: we only take away kids from abusive households in bodybags

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Seeing Red (Part II)

Part I

[A/N: Okay, wow, y'all really liked that first part 🥹 Sorry for the long wait (baby doctor, clinics, all that jazz) but I hope you enjoy!]

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Re-questioning the witness hadn’t quite panned out yesterday. Gibbs and DiNozzo had returned with the escort in cuffs, but she was being detained for assaulting a federal officer, not the Lance Corporal’s murder. Ziva had attempted to interrogate Tony about what went down, but received only a muffled, “Don’t wan��� talk ‘bout it,” from behind the ice pack tending to his nose.

That, of course, didn’t deter the rest of you, and the following conversation ensued:

Tim: That five-foot-nothing woman hit you hard enough to break your nose?

Tony: Oh my god, do you think it’s broken? My facial symmetry will be all off.

Ziva: McGee, you are such a male sometimes. Women are not frail beings.

Tony: Is my face still symmetrical? Can someone look? Guys?

You: Y’know, ‘you hit like a girl’ isn’t actually an insult. Wanna see? I can help you match your buddy there.

Tony: Okay, but seriously, am I still pretty? Someone tell me I’m still pretty.

Suffice to say, the case was still ongoing.

Laughing under your breath at the memory, you pour some creamer into your coffee and take a test sip, letting out a discontented grunt at the taste.

“Tough enough to threaten breaking noses but can’t handle a little bitterness?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you pointedly roll your eyes at Gibbs before directing your attention back to your brew and adding more creamer, then a packet of sugar for good measure. “You know what they say: you are what you drink. That’s why you enjoy that bitter swill, and I like my coffee extra sweet,” you respond with a smirk, turning to lean against the kitchenette counter as you stir your coffee and bat your eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.

Gibbs barks out a laugh in response, then crowds into your space until he’s a mere breath away and quietly challenges, “Extra sweet, huh?”

Your lips part instinctively as his proximity to you sucks the air out of the room, and you feel your heart rate skyrocket. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not close the gap between you, to not give in and press your lips against his. Your fingers ghost over the sharp planes of his jaw, and you let out an airy, “Jethro.”

Leaning into your touch, he murmurs, “Yes, Y/N?”

You uncurl your fingers and use the flat of your hand to pat his cheek, and with a teasing lilt to your voice, question, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His eyes flash, betraying his true feelings toward your innuendo, before he collects himself and steps away from the warmth of your touch. “Get to work, Y/L/N.”

Your eyes roam across Gibbs’ broad shoulders and make their way downward as he turns on his heel and starts heading back to his desk, passing Ziva and Tony (and Tony’s big ass bandage over the bridge of his nose) on his way. Appraising the silver fox’s solid form, you run your tongue over the ridges of your teeth before quietly declaring, “Yeah, I could take him.”

Snagging the communal coffee pot from beside you, Ziva follows your line of sight and one eyebrow shoots up. An air of amusement to her voice, she asks, “You think you could take Gibbs in a fight?”

“Sure, David,” you murmur, taking a sip to hide your coy smile, “that, too.”

You push off the countertop and strut towards the bullpen, hearing Ziva’s voice behind you. “Where is she taking Gibbs? Tony? Why are you smirking like that?”

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It’s been several hours since your last verbal sparring session with Gibbs, you’ve been hot all day since your almost kiss, and your repetitive phone calls (“No, there’s no way Collins was having an affair,” “No, Jack didn’t have any enemies,” “Everybody loved Jack! Who could have done this?”) are really starting to piss you off. Replacing the phone in its cradle, you let out a sigh and rub your temples, speaking aloud to the NCIS agents. “I can’t find anything nefarious related to the Lance Corporal’s joint operation. We’ve got no motive, no suspects, and our only ‘witness’ was hiding in the bathroom. If only she’d gotten our killer with her fists of fury.”

“Oh, shut up,” Tony grumbles, and your joke landing gets you to at least crack a smile.

“What’s the matter, Tony?” McGee fake sympathizes. “You don’t like being the punchline?”

“I’m gonna smack that smile right off your face, McGeek, I swear-”

“I’m gonna smack you all if you don’t do your damn jobs,” Gibbs barks as he rounds the corner.

You meet his steely gaze with a grin. “Tempting.”

He smooths his hand over his face, opens his mouth to respond, and then thinks better of entertaining your comment, instead turning his attention to his agents. “Somebody give me something, people, c’mon!”

“Actually, Boss,” Tim pipes up, “I think I’ve got something.” You all crowd around his desk, focused on his computer screen. “He’s been making anonymous donations to a scholarship fund for about six months. I did some digging, and it’s in honor of a seventeen year old kid named Charlie Stone who died three years ago in a hit and run accident.”

“Our Muhammad Ali in holding,” you chime in, deftly twisting away from Tony’s pinching fingers, “isn’t her last name Stone?”

“Pull up the accident report,” Gibbs orders, and Tim’s fingers fly across the keys as he inputs the information. “Witnesses report seeing a Black Chevy Silverado leaving the scene.” McGee does some more searching, pulling up DMV records for your victim.

You let out a whistle as your eyes scan the list, stopping on the vehicle Collins traded in a few years ago. “Turns out our golden boy wasn’t so golden.”

“I think it’s time we have another chat with Miss Stone.”

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You spot a familiar shock of silver hair rounding the corner in your peripheral vision, a triumphant smile on his face that falters at the sight of you perched on DiNozzo’s desk. Throwing your head back in laughter, you lay a hand on Tony’s upper arm, squeezing while you compliment his sense of humor. “I don’t believe you!”

He flashes you a grin and holds up three fingers. “Scout’s honor, Y/L/N. Ask Gibbs!”

“I’m surprised you don’t get hit by suspects more often,” you giggle, delicately brushing your finger down his healing nose, and Tony winces playfully.

“Oh, Tony gets slapped plenty,” McGee supplies giddily. “Being punched is new for him, though.”

With a smirk, you ask, “You like getting smacked around, DiNozzo?”

Leaning closer, he lowers his voice and responds, “Maybe by a pretty- Gibbs!”

A quick glance over your shoulder has you meeting icy blue eyes, and you gasp softly. “You really need to wear a bell or something,” you mutter. “It’s scary how quiet you are.”

“If you two are finished flirting on company time-” You roll your eyes, taking note of the way his own flash in response. “I got a confession. Case closed. You can return to your coven, Y/L/N.”

“Oh, aren’t you just a riot?” you snark back. “I have my own report to write up before I can get out of your graying hair.” You hop off Tony’s desk and head to your temporary setup, settling down with the case file before you.

“Your little comments are growing old.”

“They’re not the only thing,” you huff.

Gibbs slaps the file in his hands down on his desk, the sound causing you to flinch reflexively. “You speak to Fornell like you do to me?”

“You speak to your subordinates like you do to me?”

“I-” He stops short suddenly, keenly aware of three pairs of eyes darting back and forth, eating up your ping-pong match of thinly veiled insults. Clearing his throat, his next words are spoken with an eerie calm. “May I speak with you in private, Y/L/N?”

“Fine,” you answer just as coldly. “Do you have an office or shall I head to the elevator?”

His jaw ticks before he grits out, “Conference room. Now.”

You can feel the heat of his gaze on your back- and roaming lower- as he climbs the stairs behind you. Stopping at the top of the staircase, he turns to his team and says, “At least pretend to be doing work, would ya?”

The door clicks shut and you turn to Gibbs, arms crossed and foot tapping. “What?”

“You-” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, at a loss for words. Stalking towards you, he forces you to retreat until the backs of your knees meet with the chair behind you and you drop into it. With his hands on the arm rests, he leans forward and growls, “You’re trying to force my hand.”

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you smirk and respond, “I would never do something so devious…unless it’s working.”

“You know what your problem is, Y/L/N?”

You take in a deep breath and immediately regret it, Jethro’s scent overwhelming your senses and your brain going fuzzy. Fighting through the daze, you challenge, “Besides you?”

He ignores the bait, slowly lowering into a squat so that he’s at eye level with you. Gibbs tilts his head, and the way his piercing blue eyes are analyzing you has your blood rushing in your veins, heating your skin and the traitor between your thighs. “You’re used to getting what you want. And you act like a brat when you don’t.”

“I am not acting like-” You stop short, averting your gaze. “I’m sorry for being disrespectful in front of your team.”

He tucks two fingers under your chin, guiding you back to look at him. He’s sporting a wolfish grin, and his eyes are ablaze with barely concealed hunger. “What a good girl,” he murmurs, and saliva pools in your mouth at the simple praise. “You just need some discipline.” You tamp down the urge to respond So discipline me, instead letting him lead your dance. If lines were going to be crossed, you’d rather follow in his footsteps than pull him to the other side.

Noting the change in your breathing, he brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes flutter closed. “Feeling calmer now?”

You drop your head into a nod, and he follows up with, “Gonna flirt with Tony some more?” This time, you shake your head, and your cheeks grow warm with shame. “Good girl,” Gibbs repeats, and you let out an involuntary little whimper.

Your eyes shoot open at the distinct sound of a door opening, worried that another NCIS agent is about to walk in and catch you in this very interesting predicament. Instead, you find yourself alone in the large conference room, the door swinging on its hinge.

“Bastard.”

[A/N... again: I try to write my fics as if they’re an episode of the show playing out, and figuring out how to write about the cases (and the inevitable plot twist in every ep) is so much fun. I hope you guys enjoy me entertaining my little crime-fiction-loving self :) Thank you for reading 🖤] ___ Tags:

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[bluedragonbooks]

Adjacent 10 of 25

Over the last 6 weeks, Elric often strode ahead while the Wizard and I followed at a more measured pace; we usually caught up to him when he paused to murder a bush or assault a haystack.

Once Gerry joined us, it seemed to spur Elric on and vice versa; we spent the day with them racing ahead, only to find them sparring with sticks or doing push-ups or whatever a few minutes later.

At one point the Wizard had watched them thru his lenses for a while. "Whatever enchantment you used on him has left; be assured - whatever he feels for you is genuine; be gentle with him - you're his first love, am I correct?"

"Yes, I still feel guilty for bewitching him."

"He was eager enough; all you did was ease his shyness; I'm sure that had time and urgency not forced your hand the outcome would be the same. The next town is two days away; I have friend I wish to visit - a seer; We'll be stopping for at least two days; My friend is younger and will have desires I am unable to satisfy, so Elric will no doubt be invited to her room. I'll arrange for you and Gerry to share a room; a bit of privacy and the lack of other agendas should help clarify the matter."

Oh goody, looking forward to that; nothing like being expected to perform under the watchful eye of an elderly matchmaker ... Fuck.

...

Elric's blunter version was delivered as we made camp that night and got ready for dinner; he took me aside and said, "He wants you to fuck him; but he's too shy to ask; He's done you, now it's your turn to do him."

For a moment I wondered if Elric had only pretended to be asleep back at the guardhouse; but I knew that snore. Maybe Gerry had told him. "Did he actually say that?"

"No, but he looks at your dick every chance he gets; when a girl looks at me like that, I know she's wet for it. Besides, I could always tell when the blacksmiths boy had paid a visit and put it in you, you’d get this dreamy look and sigh a lot."

"You was sighing plenty the next day, and you had that big stupid grin, despite all the trouble we was in; so I'm guessing he's got a biggun and he gave it to you good." My face flushed red hot.

"Ha, thought so, I got you a good one, you're blushing like a virgin."

Dammit!

...

"Ooh, Stop, STOP - It tickles too much" Gerry giggled and squirmed.

I'd been exploring his naked body with my tongue; turns out he was insanely ticklish.

"How about here?" I lowered my mouth and sucked. The reaction was immediate and productive.

"Oh GOD ... Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it in your mouth; you surprised me ... no-one’s ever ..."

"It's ok, I don't mind; I like it; It's not like I didn't want it."

"But doesn't it taste ... yucky?"

"You mean you've never tasted your own - off your hand?"

"No"

"Wow, you really are an innocent; you want to suck mine?"

"Um, ok, I suppose, just give me warning when you ... you know."

"Probably better if I don't."

...

"You done him yet?" asked Elric at breakfast. "Didn't sound like it."

There's no point being subtle with Elric, I knew he'd just keep asking.

"Waiting for the next town. A bath and a proper bed."

"Ooh fancy; fair enough tho; you getting him some flowers and a stinky candle too? He'll probably like that."

"Piss off Elric." He laughed and punched me lightly in the arm.

...

Turns out he’s not only insanely ticklish, but insanely noisy. I got the giggles and nearly couldn’t finish.

After I finished fucking him, and we'd got our breath back he said, “do you think anyone heard?”

The walls of the seer’s house were only lath and daub; “The whole fucking street heard” said Elric from the other side of the wall.

...

Breakfast was surreal; the Seer was dreamy-eyed and sighed a lot; Elric grinned like fool, alternating between winking at me and nudging Gerry; who flushed a bright pink while staring intently at his porridge as if divining some great portent.

Instead of the usual thin gruel, the table was graced with a hearty porridge, bread and oil to dip it in, slices of cheese, fruit, and even a smoked fish. The Wizard appeared inordinately pleased with himself.

I glared at him and mentally dared him to say anything.

“A hearty breakfast for the road ahead; just what growing lads need after a good nights sleep.”

I almost stabbed him with my spoon.

...

So far Elric's "Quest" had "accomplished" exactly three kills in seven weeks.

An enchanted boar so fixated on it' task the poor beast had worn a path around it's Lords forest;

An aging Wyvern that took a lamb and probably would have died of exertion or choked to death on lamb’s wool if Elric hadn't put it out of its misery; and

A small kitten sized beasty I couldn't identify, driven mad with lust for Elric's boot when we stopped for lunch.

"When will we get to the good stuff" whined Elric to the Wizard, while wiping green beasty goo off his sword and onto a patch of grass.

"Patience young Champion, we have 4 months yet to get to the Western Sea; as long as we get there before the Winter Solstice, there's plenty of time for adventures yet."

I groaned inwardly. We'd set out at Summer Solstice, and we wouldn't get there until the Winter Solstice? Which meant we likely wouldn't get home until the next Summer Solstice?

This damn Quest better be worth it or I'd be boiling the old bird down for his tallow. I wonder what price genuine Wizard Tallow fetched on the Apothecary market.

Not that you'd probably get much out of him; he was old and stringy and didn't seem to have much fat on him; and he was ancient; I mean he must have been at least 50 years old.

Have I mentioned his knees? Most villages are a days travel apart for a merchant with 2 horses and a well-stocked wagon.

Why? Because Merchants don't want to be camping on the side of a road overnight with a well-stocked wagon; you have to pay a night-guard.

Most people can keep up with a well-stocked wagon and 2 horses even on foot; especially if you've had 7 weeks to get used to it.

Elderly Wizards with dodgy knees apparently take 2 days to cover the same distance; well, 2 6-hour days if you don't mind starting late and don't include stopping for a leisurely lunch in the heat of the day.

Mind you, it meant we arrived early enough on the second day to have our pick of lodgings, and it gave me a chance to barter and reprovision.

About every third village seemed to be a trading hub, which usually meant it had a Wizards Guild, which meant we could get a proper bed and usually stayed an extra night.

Neither Gerry nor I minded that; better than fucking on cold hard ground.

Gerry had got over his initial boisterousness, which meant we could take turns enjoying each other without making a laughingstock of ourselves.

Tho, he still tended to blush madly if I'd fucked him the night before, and Elric even glanced at him at breakfast.

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Part 1

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Part 3

Loose Lips Sink Ships, Part 4

Artemis entered Ledger’s office, steeling themself for another bout of scolding. She stood in the corner, observing her bookshelf.

“Captain, before you begin, I’d just like to say – ”

Ledger spun around and slapped Artemis across the face.

“Oh, wow.” They held a hand up to their stinging cheek. “I vastly underestimated your level of anger on this.”

“Why do you think I promoted you, Galen?”

“Um.” They sensed a trap. “Because I’m the one who figured out how the ignotus compound works?”

“Because you were supposed to be smart.”

“Ah, right,” they said, as she went to her desk. “Should’ve guessed that.”

Ledger settled into her chair, looking no less imposing for her seated position. “Care to tell me what you were doing out there, before I issue a nonjudicial punishment for disobeying orders?”

“I have no excuse.” They couldn’t lie to their captain on top of everything else, but they also didn’t want to implicate Bryn. So, that only left the option of not answering at all.

“Could it have had something to do with the fact that your partner was part of yesterday’s assault?”

Artemis blinked. “If you already knew, then why did you ask?”

Her smile was cold. “I wanted to see if I could rely on you for an honest answer.”

Captain made me. Bryn's words rung in Artemis's head. But that was unfair. They could have been talking about any one of the captains in their division.

Ledger leaned forward. “Look, Artemis, I understand the impulse. We all have people we care about. But some of us have realized that there’s a war on.”

Artemis ran a hand over their face. “I know I could’ve died out there, but – ”

Ledger barked out a laugh. “Wait, you think that’s why I’m angry?”

Artemis frowned. “It isn’t?”

She folded her hands. “Don’t get me wrong, I would mourn you, if you were stupid enough to get yourself killed. And it would be a significant blow to our operations. But we’ve lost good people before. We’d make do.”

“Then what – ”

“Did it never cross your mind, doctor, that you could be captured?”

Artemis opened their mouth, and then shut it. If they were being perfectly honest, it hadn’t.

But the thought was very much occurring to them now. All their findings, all the work they’d done. Their experiments had become central to the Agarian war strategy. If the Vekalese had found Artemis that day, then there never would have been any need to sell them out.

“I’m sorry.”

They couldn’t bring themself to apologize for saving Bryn, but they could at least regret not thinking it through.

Ledger’s demeanor softened a degree. “I don’t enjoy reprimanding you, I hope you realize. You do good work for us.” She rose from her desk. “But there is perhaps something you should know.”

Artemis raised their brows.

She took a file from her shelf, and handed it to them. “Our intel has informed us that the Vekalese plan to infiltrate our base soon.”

Artemis sucked in a breath. “When?”

She shook her head again. “It’s unclear right now. But that’s not what you need to know. They have a number of  targets they want to hit, things they want to steal. They also have a list of people they plan to apprehend.” She glanced to Artemis. “You’re on that list, doctor.”

Artemis stiffened. “I see."

They remembered what they’d done to various Vekalese prisoners, over the years. Since then, some had escaped, or were traded away as hostages. Supposedly, those people were now working on the other side of enemy lines. Artemis could only imagine the rabid glee they would feel to have the tables turned.

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” they asked.

Ledger gave a weary smile. “Maybe, for once, consider being careful.”

“Of course,” Artemis said.

It seemed they were willing to lie to their captain, after all.

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Someone walked into Bryn’s hospital room just as they were beginning to fall asleep.

“Hey moonshine, what did – ” They opened their eyes. “Oh. It’s you.”

“I’m happy to see you're breathing,” the person said. “It would have been inconvenient if you died.”

Bryn looked to the ceiling. “Don’t you have any other WIAs to bother?”

The person strolled to Bryn’s bed, straightened their sheets. “I was disappointed, however, to see you interfering with the plan.” They took Bryn’s IV tube in their hands. “Did you really think you could get away, by fleeing to the front lines?”

“It was worth a shot. And you might as well put that tube down. I know you’re not going to do anything to me.”

A hand shot viper-quick to Bryn’s throat.

Bryn struggled and clawed at the person’s hand. The medical monitor picked up its pace.

The person leaned in. “Do not endanger Dr. Galen again.”

Bryn was alone by the time their nurses arrived.  

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Part 5

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and there was only one bed! - Sukuna

Wow who would have guessed my first curse!Sukuna fic would be this? Not me lol so sorry if it sucks! Femme reader, everyone is aged up 18+

TW: dubcon, somnophilia, overstimulation, one (1) use of the word daddy, squirting

You and Yuji were great friends. Ever since he came to the school you were joined at the hip. Bugging Fushiguro, getting into crazy schemes with Inumaki and Panda - there was always something the two of you could get into together. Being so close throughout the years, it was only natural that the two of you would go on missions together as well as you got older. Spending a few days away from the school was all fun and games, and the added luxury of having your own private hotel rooms didn’t hurt either.

And the fun didn’t stop after you graduated, with Gojo still being in charge of booking your accommodations even though you’d been out of school for a while.

“Oh, so there’s only one bed this time…” Yuji mumbled as the two of you walked into the Airbnb that Gojo had booked for you. The house was nice enough, a quaint one bedroom on the edge of the city you were to be working in in the morning.

Through the open bedroom door you could see that there was indeed only one bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Yuji announced with a slight sigh under his breath.

“We’re here for three days, no way will that be comfortable.”

“Well I won’t let you sleep on the couch.”

“We can just share the bed then.” Taking his suitcase from him, you dragged it and your own towards the bedroom.

“No, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Getting a hand on his luggage before you got too far, Yuji stared at you with narrowed eyes.

“Yuji, we’re best friends, it’ll be fine.” Swatting his hand away, you shuffled a little bit closer to the door. “We can put the couch pillows between us, plus look!” Getting into the room, you gestured towards the massive mattress. “This thing is huge anyway, we’ll have plenty of space to spread out!”

“Well…” Worrying his lip, Yuji looked between you and the bed. “Alright, but you have to tell me if you get uncomfortable.”

“Please, it’ll be fine.” You waved off his concern. There really was no reason to be nervous about anything; Yuji was a respectable guy and you knew he slept deeply anyway. The only real concern you had was if he would violently toss and turn like Fushiguro said he did.

Hours later and the sun was down, you and Yuji had both showered and were now climbing into bed. There was a good wall of pillows from the couch between you two, and Yuji had insisted over and over that you tell him if you weren’t comfortable.

“Goodnight bestie.” You giggled childishly, turning your back to him and closing your eyes.

“Night.” Yuji giggled as well and the two of you got quiet, taking slow and even breaths until you fell into a rhythm and went to sleep.

A few hours later, the feeling of hot breath on the back of your neck and something molding to your body from behind had just slightly roused you from sleep. Something was poking the spot right below your ear, forcibly quiet breathing just barely audible at the edge of your mind.

The sweat collecting on your skin from the heat of what you presumed to be Yuji’s body attempting to smother you in his sleep was beginning to drown you, and you threw the blanket off your chest to gain some reprieve.

Settling down again, you didn’t feel the hand creeping up your sleeping shirt and grabbing a handful of your breast. Deft fingers rolled your nipple as another hand slid across your hips and pulled you flush against another body.

Pushing past the band of your bottoms, the hand pushed your thighs apart slightly and dipped between your folds, slowly rubbing your clit. The pleasure was beginning to reach you and your unconscious body reacted in kind, rolling your hips against the friction and eager to get more.

What woke you up, however, wasn’t the slick gathering between your legs, it was the body beginning to crush you from behind.

“Yuji...roll over…” You slurred sleepily, attempting to push away the heavy arm that lay across your body. A deep, shuddering breath sounds in your ear, but the arm didn’t move. “Yuji, you’re crushin’ me.”

“Sorry baby.” A voice much deeper than Yuji’s replied, and a kiss was placed on the back of your neck as the pressure was released.

“S’okay.” Yawning softly, you were about to let sleep overtake you once again, and then the squeezing fingers on your breast got a little tighter, and laughter resonated behind you.

“Such an easy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Rolled onto your back, you opened your eyes in time to be face to face with Sukuna. Your mouth opened to scream, but instead of a piercing cry, you began to choke; Sukuna had shoved two fingers into your mouth.

“Quiet now, don’t want to wake the neighbors.” Even in the low light of the bedroom, you could tell it was him. The voice, sharp nails attached to the fingers in your mouth and the overwhelming amount of cursed energy were enough.

Your clothes were ripped off in an instant, leaving you completely bare before him. Withdrawing his now wet fingers, Sukuna brought them down to your cunt, using the added lubrication from your saliva to push into you.

The stretch made you hiss between your teeth, the slight burning sensation that came with nearly completely edging out the pleasure you’d just been feeling a few moments ago. Sukuna sunk his fingers in halfway before withdrawing and beginning a languid stroke.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up.” He chuckled, using his other hand to go back to your breast.

“Stop!” Grabbing his wrist, you tried to pull it off but it was no use.

“Aw c’mon baby, don’t act that way! You were enjoying it a minute ago!” To punctuate his statement, Sukuna brought his thumb up to your clit and smirked when you jumped, your walls clenching around his fingers. “See, this pretty pussy seems to be enjoying it.”

“Sukuna let me go!” Your feeble cry was music to his ears and Sukuna nearly moaned at the sound. He could see the frantic desperation on your face mixing with the arousal that had seeped into your mind.

“But if I do then you won’t get to cum! And that wouldn’t be very nice, would it?” Letting go of your chest, he smacked his hand onto the pillow beneath your head and leaned over you. He kissed you before you could answer, his hand coming to wrap around the back of your head.

Shoving his tongue into your mouth, Sukuna overrode any thought you had in your brain. He was domineering, forcing your lips to stay locked with his as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.

His other hand refused to lay idly and all it took was a few flicks of his wrist and a firm thumb pressed on your clit to get you to start whimpering into his mouth. Your knees knocked together at Sukuna’s sides, hands gripping his shoulders as he finger fucked you.

Sucking your tongue into his mouth, Sukuna pulled away slowly, thin strings of saliva connecting you two together before breaking off and dropping onto your chest. Sukuna kept his face close to yours, close enough that the breaths from your exasperated moans warmed his face.

“S-Sukuna stop-” You whined as you came, moaning pitifully as your cunt spasmed around his fingers.

“After that, I don’t think I can stop now.” Pulling his fingers out, Sukuna used two to rub your clit in tight circles, hurtling you into overstimulation and making tears prick at your lashes. Your knees pressed even harder into him as your thighs tried to squeeze together to get him to stop.

“It- it hurts- Sukuna!” Tossing your head back, another orgasm was forcibly brought forward. This one was edged with pain, and embarrassment slowly trickled in as your cunt clenched around nothing and you found yourself wishing his fingers were inside you again.

Smoothing his hands on your inner thighs, Sukuna smirked down at your spent form. Just watching your chest heave as you calmed down had his ego boosted. Reaching a hand down to fist his cock, he let out a shaky breath as a bead of precum dripped out and onto your skin.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this.” He mumbled, pushing your legs further apart so he could get closer.

“Wait, it won’t fit!” You didn’t know the size of Yuji’s cock, but you could tell it had been made much bigger by Sukuna’s appearance. Pushing your hands onto his chest, you couldn’t keep Sukuna at bay for very long.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy will make it fit.” The tip of Sukunas cock pushed into you as he spoke, the bulbous head already much thicker than his fingers. Your nails dug into his chest the further he went, nearly drawing blood as he slowly bottomed out.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sukuna smirked, holding himself still to not only allow you to get used to the stretch but to bask in the moment as well. Forcing air through your lungs, it was a struggle to try and get used to the feeling of almost being split in half.

Sukuna clamped his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged his cock halfway out. Snapping forward, the light slap of skin against skin began to build in the room, muffled only by the light gasps leaving your mouth.

“S’too much!” You whined, screwing your eyes closed and shaking your head a little. “Too big, Sukuna- please-” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna pressed his fingers on your clit again, circling in time with his thrusts.

“You’re so whiny, baby, I bet you’ve never taken a cock this big before.” With every swipe of his thumb, he could feel you tighten up around him and the drag of his cock against your walls got easier.

Letting go of your hip, Sukuna slid his hand down your leg, hooking it under your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. The added angle allowed him to get deeper, practically hitting your cervix every time he pushed in.

You let out a loud, girlish squeal at the change and your hands scrambled to push against his lower stomach. The new position felt too good, immediately assaulting your senses with a toe curling pleasure.

“Sukuna, no!” The tips of your fingers pushed at him, stopping him a little short of completing a full thrust. Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Sukuna grabbed both your wrists in his hand, forcing your arms straight and keeping your hands away from him.

“Quit your whining, you can take it.” Pushing your knee down even further, Sukuna dug his knees into the mattress and slapped his hips against yours, ignoring any further squeals or whimpers.

Giving your wrists a bruising squeeze, he let go to grab your other leg and hike it up as well. He wouldn’t be stopped by the hands pushing against him, begging him to slow down or to change positions again.

“I’m gonna- Sukuna-” Your orgasm was building quickly, getting rid of any rational thought as pleasure shot up your spine and had nearly all the muscles in your body tightening up. You were so close to cumming, but there was another feeling behind it as well. “Sukuna stop, I’m gonna- pee!”

“Ha, you nasty girl. Go right ahead then.” Putting all his focus into his hips, Sukuna pounded into you, making sure you felt every inch of his cock. He nearly had you bent in half, his upper body leaning dangerously close to yours.

Whatever cries you had left were reduced to mindless babbles, overwhelmed tears threatening to fall as you came again. There was the rush of an orgasm coursing through you, making your cunt spasm and milk Sukuna for all he was worth.

But there was another feeling, one much more wet than you anticipated. With every forward thrust of Sukuna’s hips, a gush of liquid was forced out, coating everything within reach.

“Dirty girl, squirtin’ all over me like this.” Letting your knees fall back down to your sides, Sukuna pulled his cock out and stared down at his body, dripping with your release. “Even made a mess of the bed.” Sitting up on your elbow, you could see the dark stain forming on the bedsheets and feel the moisture begin to seep into your skin.

“M’not...not dirty.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, about as heavy as your head and you fall back down onto the bed, vaguely aware of some stray tears that have fallen onto your face.

“Yes you are.” Sukuna immediately counters, a sick smile on his face as he pushes his cock back inside you, a low whine emanating from the back of your throat at the stretch to your sensitive walls. “You’re my dirty girl, and we’re gonna have a fun three days together.”

[patchworkpuzzle]

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k

warnings: cheating? (it’s a consensual roleplay so idk), oral (f!recieving), overstimulation, breeding, creampie

author’s note: Wow first time writing/posting smut….. y’all can thank @doinmybesthere  for this. Like she wrote that rp headanon thing and I just couldn’t get this out of my head (even if I was the one that suggested it to being with) Anyway…. hope you enjoy!

“H-hi…!”

That was the first thing out of your mouth when you opened the door to the repairman. You knew he was coming, the invoice on your answering machine said ‘11am sharp’, but you couldn’t help being caught off guard. You just weren’t expecting him to be so young…. Or handsome.

“Sorry! Come in!” you shake your head as you open the door further, taking a step to the side to get out of his path.

He gave you a chuckle, smiling kindly as he walked through the threshold of your home “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, no, no!” You quickly reassure, closing the door behind him while waving a hand in reassurance “I knew you were coming, just… just guess it slipped my mind for a moment!”

“Hey, it happens. Things slip my mind all the time!” He laughed for a moment, amused by your almost frantic nature in reassuring him before squaring his shoulders “So, where’s the problem?”

You shyly met his gaze before, pointing the direction of your kitchen, taking small steps in that direction “Um, the problem is this way.”

You led him to your kitchen, trying your best to ignore his large frame behind yours. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous around him. You never felt like this when it was your gardener, or the grocery delivery person, or any of the other repairmen that showed up to help you out.  Maybe it was because he wasn’t a middle-aged man. Maybe it was because he had the nicest smile you have ever seen, and wonderfully dark eyes that matched dark hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail, or that the t-shirt he wore showcased his strong arms really, really, well.

You shook your head to shake you out of your thoughts, now was not the time to gawk at the help. Now was the time to tell him what needed to be fixed before escaping to the other room to start folding the neglected laundry.

“Uh, it’s the sink, I guess” You spoke once again when you got into the kitchen, pointing at the sink “It started with the dishwasher. It was working funny and then the sink followed suit. My husband tried to fix it, but I think he made it worse…”

“Not much of a handy man around the house, huh?” He chuckled as he bent down to open the cabinet that held all the pipes to the sink.

“Uh, no.” You gave a breathless giggle as you moved out of the way “He’s helpful in other areas, just not this one.”

“Ah, I get it, not worries! That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yeah, exactly…” You fiddle with your hands as you stare at his profile for another moment “I’ll leave you to it. I’ll just be in the other room if you need anything….?”

“Sero, you can call me Sero” The man, now known as Sero, smiles up at you “And sounds good to me!”

You simply nodded, dumbly, as you quickly turned yourself away from him and exiting the room to make sure he couldn’t see the blush that was now painted on your cheeks. Though mentally you were kicking yourself over how dumb you were acting. Why was he making you so nervous? Why were you acting like such a fool? He was just here to fix your sink, to clean out your pipes, nothing else!

You groaned at the way your brain phrased that sentence in your head, placing your head in your hands. This was going to be a long day.

~

“You don’t have a lot of people to talk to, huh?” Sero asked from where he was positioned under the sink.

You knew he was bound to say it. After you finished folding your laundry, you asked if everything was okay. When he told you it was, you went to tidy your bedroom. Once your bed was made, and everything was put away, you came down to check up on his once again. After another affirmative you just went to check the mail to then immediately come back into the kitchen to bug him once more. You were surprised he wasn’t annoyed with you.

“Guess not…” You chuckle, playing with your fingers as you lean forward on your kitchen island “Normally I do! Just…. Everyone is busy lately. Sorry for bothering you so much…”

“Don’t apologize! I don’t mind!” He quickly reassured as he stood from the ground, turning to test to see if the sink was finally working “I like the interaction too. Makes me feel like a person and not a tool, ya know?”

“Oh! That’s awful! People really treat you like that?”

“Yeah, but hey!” He turned back to you, wiping his hand on a dish towel he had around his toolbelt “Just means I appreciate people like you even more.”

The wink he sent you way caused an almost girlish giggle to escape your mouth as you turned your head away from him. After a moment, the silence that hung in the air somewhat heavy, you pushed off the counter “Are…. Are you hungry? I can make you something?”

You rushed towards your fridge, opening it to inspect the things within it to see what you could possibly prepare for him. Head racing with those thoughts you didn’t notice him moving closer to you, or that he was behind you, until you felt one hand on your hip and the fridge door closing in front of you.

“I could think of something I want to eat.” He breathed hot on your neck as he pulled you closer, making sure that you could feel the prominent bulge on your backside “If you catch my drift.”

You gulp trying to move away but only succeeding in wiggling your hips further into him, he hissed and gripped your hips more tightly to stop you from moving. Both of your breathing starting to grow hot and heavy, mingling together as you turn your head shyly towards him.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this” You shake your head, trying once again to move away from him “My husband wil be home any moment…”

“Will he?” Sero chuckled, turning you around to face him, pushing your body back until the small of it hits your countertop “I don’t think he will. If he was, then you would have already had lunch ready.”

He tilts your chin up, leaning down until his lips hover over yours. His hot breath caused your tongue to poke up to run across your lips as a flush began to bloom on your cheeks “And you seem like a dutiful housewife, you wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“S-Sero…” You breathe out, closing your eyes as you felt his forehead connect with yours.

“Tell me to stop, that you don’t want it.” His breath was tickling your cheeks as he spoke “Tell me and I’ll leave right now, and we’ll never speak of it again.”

“I… I don’t want you to stop..”

Your lips were captured in a hungry kiss as soon as you spoke those words. The kiss so engulfing that it captures all your thoughts, how soft they were and how they work against your own that when you granted his tongue access you didn’t realize that he had picked you up and placed you on the countertop.

He forced your legs to wrap around his waist as he grinded your hips together, the action causing a small moan to leave your mouth as you parted from the kiss. More mewls kept tumbling, out of your control, as he trailed kisses down your throat. Sero delighted in the way your hips would involuntarily buck into his when he would nip at the delicate skin, causing him to leave harsher nips the further he went down.

“So sensitive,” He murmured once he got to your collarbone, taking the time to lick a stripe up your neck and chuckling in your ear as you whimpered “Does your husband not take care of you, baby?”

“Y-yes…!” You give a tiny yelp when he bites onto your ear lobe.

“Clearly he’s not doing a good enough job,” Sero brings a hand down to rub you through your pants, cocking a brow at how you ground yourself onto his palm “Is he?”

You whine, shaking your head ‘no’ at his statement. He wasn’t wrong. Your husband has been less than affectionate with you lately, and when he has it was always lackluster. And after months of a non-excitant, or if it was non-pleasurable, sex life you were quite needy. Even your vibrator hasn’t been able to be enough for you anymore. But now? The way he was touching you was burning a fire deep within you, and you wanted nothing more than for him to continue to let you burn brighter.

“Do you need me to help with that, little Lady?”

“Yes!” You cry out, tugging at his shirt to try and pull him closer as you continue to buck wildly into his palm, like a horny teenager, once again. “Please Sero!”

He groaned when you called out his name, resting his forehead against your shoulder to regain some semblance of control. After a breath he pulled away from you slightly to remove his shirt, giving a cocky smirk as you took a moment to admire him, as he reached down to pull your shirt over your head.

“Like what you see?” He teased, smiling only widening when you gave a small shy nod as a response, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra before tossing it aside “Aww, why don’t you say it, baby?”

You shyly brought your arms up to try and cover your chest, turning your head away embarrassed. It had been a long time since someone had looked at you the way Sero was; so hungry, like you were about to be eaten alive. It was causing you to become nervous.

“I know I like what I see.” Sero brought his hands to gently cup your chest, causing your arms to fall away as he leaned down to press gentle kisses along the swell of your breast “I like what I see a lot.”

You mewl when he starts his assault on your chest. The way he was nipping, sucking, and biting all over your breasts, never staying on one for too long, was causing you to pant. He was aggressive, but not enough to break the skin or leave a mark; which you were grateful for. His hands continued to grope as his lips grasped onto one of your nipples, assaulting it with continuous flicks of his tongue.

You let out a quiet moan as you arch your back into his touch, a hand coming up to tug at his hair gently while the other started to wander the expanse of his now exposed chest. Relishing and marvelling at all the lean muscle under your fingertips, slowly dipping lower and lower…

“Ah, ah, ah” Sero chides, removing your hand from tugging at his toolbelt to undo it “it’s all about you right now, baby.”

“But I wanna make you – ah!” you cry out, taken by surprise as his own hand slipped between your pants and panties to run through you folds.

“You’re already so wet,” Sero slides one of his long fingers into you, groaning at how tight you are “You really are pent up, aren’t you? I barely touched you”

You don’t have the care to answer him, or to be embarrassed by the slight squelching sound that could now be heard as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. You keen when a second finger joins the first and his pace starts to pick up, his thumb coming up to rub at your bundle of nerves. Shamelessly spreading your legs wider as you buck your hips into his hand, desperately trying to chase your release that is so close to washing over you, the ache in your core almost unbearable.

Your release finds you with a choked out gasp as you clamp your thighs tightly around Sero’s hand as your body spasms with the intense aftershocks, which are only amplified as he continues to finger you through your orgasm; only stopping when you have officially calmed down. Well, calmed down enough.

“Oh, please, please, please fuck me Sero” You beg, letting out a whine when his fingers leave your drooling hole.

“You want more, hm?” He asks, bringing his hand up to your mouth, to which you open for him to let his fingers into your wet craven. His moan spurring you on to suck his digits with more fervor “Then get down.”

His command sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine as you carefully slide off the counter. Once you were on steady feet he turned you around and forcefully, but still with a gentle touch, bent you forward, allowing you to adjust on shaky arms before quickly pulling the rest of your clothes off. The swift smack that echoed throughout the kitchen, and the slight burning ache on your ass, caused your legs to shake.

“Step out.” His voice was deep with desire, and you couldn’t help but immediately follow his instruction.

A surprised, and strangled, gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue take a swift lick up your folds. Only for it to be followed by another, one more fervent, as he gripped your hips tightly to pull you back onto his face as he continued to swipe at your folds greedily.

“More, Sero, please” You whimper, your voice needy as you try to move closer to him. “I want more!”

“Want me to fuck this pretty pussy bad, huh?” He hummed, spreading your folds to get a better look “I will, don’t you worry. Just wanted a taste.”

He’s big, you don’t really know for certain as you haven’t had the chance to see it. But from how he felt grinding on you, and the way the tip of his cock runs through your slippery folds, you can tell that it will be quite the stretch.

You whine as he slowly starts to enter you, the stretch is an intense but a pleasant burn as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch. You both groan in unison when he finally bottoms out. You close your eyes as you try to adjust, you’ve never felt so full, and you know Sero knows this as well.

“Good, you’re so fucking tight!” He groans, slowly pumping in and out of you, bringing a hand around to rub your clit “Relax for me, baby. I’ll take real good care of you, trust and believe.”

Once you started to relax was when his pace quickened, your moans getting louder in tandem to the speed his hips were going. It didn’t take long before his thrusts were hard and fast, hips snapping into you with such force that you were unable to stay upright on your arms. The chaffing of his jeans and toolbelt were just adding to the rough pleasure you were losing your mind to.

Your walls started to clench and flutter around him much sooner than you were expecting, his relentless fingers that were rubbing your clit making it impossible to hold out any longer. Another orgasm runs through you, your wail of ecstasy lost as your ears deafen to any noise as blood flushes through your body.

His pace and how his cock kept hitting that special spot inside you meant that you weren’t sure if you were about to start cumming again or if you hadn’t finished cumming in the first place. Not that you cared or could really think. The delirium he kept you in was so wonderful that you couldn’t find in yourself to try and fight it. The slick that was constantly spilling out of you and onto your thighs proof that this was the best fuck you had in a long, long time

You don’t know how long it’s been, or how many times he made a mess of you, you’re now too dumb to really think due to how overstimulated you are, all you can do is moan and mewl for him and ‘just take it’. To enjoy the drag of his cock going in and out of you, the way the vein on the underside of his cock catches so wonderfully against your walls.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. So, so good” Sero mumbles, placing kisses along you back and cracking a head over you ass once again “You’re gonna keep taking it baby, keep taking it so good for me till I cum, okay?”

You whimper, turning your head to face him, the cool countertop a wonderful contrast to your flushed cheeks “Cum for me, please! I want it so bad!”

“Fuck! Yeah, you want it. Want me to cum all over you, don’t you? Want me to cum all over this pretty pussy, making you forget about your worthless husband, yeah?”

You merely nod your head, your voice all but gone as his pace somehow gets even faster making it impossible for you to let out any noise but screams of pleasure, your mouth in a permanent ‘O’ position as you try to hold on until he cums.

He does with a loud groan, hips pressing snuggly against your ass, as he paints your insides white with ropes and ropes of his cum. Slowly pulling out with a hiss, spreading your swollen and sore lips apart to watch it drip out of you and down your thighs.

“Are you okay, love?” Sero asks after a beat, slowly regaining his breath.

You tiredly laugh and nod your head “Yeah, I’m okay.” you slowly start to pull yourself upright, trying to properly stand on your wobbly legs “You know you broke character. You’re not suppose to cum inside some random housewife.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs his shoulder, collecting you in his arms “Got too lost in the moment… Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Before you had the chance to tease your boyfriend even further he threw you over his shoulder and started bounding his way to your shared bathroom to draw you a bath, just like he said he would.

[spideyspeaches]

Peter Parker x popular!reader and they just start dating and Peter is really nervous around her and gets flustered whenever she’s close so to calm Peter you tell him it’s okay to touch u and maybe a give him a bj

A/N: sjjfkf thanks for sending so many prompts love you 😘😘 hope you like this eheh I don't like it very much ✌ beta read by @parkerpeter24 :)

Warnings: smut :) (characters are 18)

MINORS DNI

Wc: 1.9k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Girlfriend ↬ p.p

Peter Parker was the kind of guy who would get easily flustered if he was to talk to a girl, or any human as a matter of fact.

So it came off as a big shock to the Avengers when they found out that he, the shy nerdy Peter Parker, had a girlfriend at all.

They were all having a family dinner (something about bonding, Tony had said), when you called him, interrupting him from some Spidey adventure story he was reciting.

"Sorry guys, gotta take this," He said, phone smushed between his cheek and shoulder, fork halfway through his mouth, "uh, hey babe, what happened? Everything okay?"

Bucky and Steve were the first one to break out of their shocked stares as Peter called someone "babe" on the phone. 

Surely you don't call your friend babe, right?

"Peter! Thank God you picked up, can you come over right now?" You said on the phone.

"Uh actually, I'm having dinner, is it okay if I come over in an hour or so?" He said, ignoring the shouted whispers about a brewing conspiracy of who could it be on the phone in the background. 

"Okay, but don't forget like last time! I'm actually calling you to help me out with our chem lab manual-" 

"-didn't we do it during homeroom yesterday?" 

"Yeah but I need help with this one experiment, please Petey? I really need your help with this." You whine, hoping that he would catch your drift. But he didn't apparently, because he sighed, looking over his shoulders to see the Avengers with perked up ears, and replied;

"Okay fine. I'll be there in an hour Okay? Bye." He said and hung up, pocketing his phone and making his way to the dining room, only to be assaulted by a hundred and one questions.

"Peter who was that-"

"You've been keeping secrets from your father figure now-"

"Hope you're being safe, if you know what I mean-" 

"Kids these days." (That was from Steve)

"Guys stop! One by one please!" Peter shouted, holding his hands to his ears, frowning as he glared at them, "why are you all asking these questions?" 

"Because kid, if I'm being honest, we don't believe that you have a girlfriend, so spill the beans." Tony sighed, holding his cheek with his elbow on the table.

"Okay ouch. Why is it so hard to believe have a girlfriend?! I'm hot." Peter pouted, crossing his arms to try and look intimidating.

"Because you're you! You're shy nerdy Peter!" Tony said, gesturing at others to back him up.

"I mean, he's not that bad. Quite a charmer." Natasha smirked, sending him a look, which quite frankly, terrified and impressed Peter at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah totally." 

"I believe you kid. Are we gonna meet her soon?" Tony rolled his eyes, smiling when he blushed red.

"If she's okay with it." He said, intertwining his fingers.

"Well I hope she is, cause I want to meet the girl who stole my kid's heart." 

"Mr. Staaaark!" 

***

Leaving the tower had been a difficult feat, with the constant questions and a snarky comment or two, especially when they found out that you were a cheerleader. 

Rapping his knuckles on your apartment door, he smiled as you greeted him with an excited hug. He couldn't help but look at your skirt, the way it enhanced your waistline, and how it fit just right on your thighs, its frills swaying with the sway of your hips-

"Pete? You coming or what?" You laughed, a hand on your room's door as you look over your shoulder with glinting eyes.

"Uh- uh yeah just a minute. Are your parents home?" He asked casually, following you to your room.

"Nah, they're out for tonight." You said, closing the door behind him.

"Oh that's good, which experiment were you- Uh, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice rising an octave as he saw you unbuttoning your shirt, moving your fingers in slow motion as if to tease him.

"I finished my homework yesterday Petey, that's not why I called you." You whispered, straddling his lap as you hold his face, eyes shining with mischief. He instantly felt his dick harden as you rubbed against him, face burning when you traced his cheekbones, kissing his nose and then his lips.

"What, Uh, what did you call me for then?" He stuttered, holding your waist through the skirt's thin material, fingers itching to tear it off you. His heart was racing and he wondered if you could hear it doing so.

"You know why, it's been so long and I miss you baby." You whined, pouting as he unzips your skirt, watching it slide down your thighs in rivulets. You clench your thighs against his waist, intertwining your toes as you felt the space between your legs starting to wet.

"You met me in school yesterday." He mumbled, puffing his cheeks as he strained to keep a straight face, not with you looking so pretty in just your bra and skirt.

You had been overwhelmingly horny the past few hours, craving for your boyfriend's touch, imagining the way he fucked you against your bed frame as it shook with his strength.

"You miss me huh?" He smirked, catching you off guard when he flipped you over, holding you down as he rocked his hips against yours, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, reaching between your breasts and stopping a moment enough to hear you whine.

"I missed you so much and I want to fuck you now." You said, sucking a breath when he all but tore your bra, arching your back to let his fingers linger on you.

"Missed you too, missed all of you, missed your wet pussy. Wanna show my pretty girl how much I missed her." He growled, sucking on the sensitive skin of your nipple as he massaged your breasts. 

"Already wet for me eh?" He whispered, nibbling at your ear as he slid his length into You, "Fuck baby such a tight pussy." 

Quickly undressing himself, you openly drooled at how packed your boyfriend was. It was not the first time you would be doing… it together since your six month long relationship, but it was the first time you got to see his dominant side, and it turned you on. 

"Mmhmm yeah, only cause your dick is practically blue." You moaned, hissing when he hit a sensitive spot.

"Fuck, oh shit go faster Peter- oh!" You hissed, your skin slapping with his as he thrusts into you with a gusto.

"You like that babygirl?" He asked, eyes scrunching as he threw his head back, feeling your walls clench against his dick as you moved with him.

"Yes! You're so good oh- I'm gonna cum Peter!" You panted, chest heaving as your stamina decreases with every push and pull, your hands fisted on your sheets hard enough for them to pull out of your mattress.

You saw him flush red, confusion showing on your face as you tilted your head, your  almost orgasm forgotten as you held his cheek, "what happened?" 

"I- you've never um, org-orgasmed before on me." He muttered, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you with the most innocent look ever, and you would have laughed had his dick still not been inside you, midway in the air, his butt held high above. 

"Peter… are You, we've literally fucked so many times and you're getting flustered over me orgasming?" You chuckled, wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah but you've never come on my bare dick before!" He countered, gulping as he saw you smirk. 

"Everything has a first time doesn't it?" You say, picking yourself upright so that you were chest to chest now, your nipples hardening against his bare chest as you rubbed against him, "Wanna try something?"

Your hand slides down to his dick as he nodded a yes, slowly pumping his balls as you kiss his lips. You hear him moan tour name, the sounds sending wetness dripping down your thighs again. Ignoring your thighs, you bent down to lick the tip of his dick, slick with pre cum and bright pink. 

"Is this okay?" You ask, swirling your tongue teasingly, wetting his already wet dick with your mouth as you sucked at it with a pop.

"This is amazing baby, keep going." He threw his head back, a growl emitting from deep inside his throat, "wow uhhh." 

"Wow what Petey?" 

"Wow you're- you're amazing. God I've- I understand why people like being on the receiving end of the job right now." 

"Job?" You laughed, "hun this isn't a Job." 

"You- you know what I mean!" He chuckled, shaking his head as you continued to suck on it.

"No I don't. Please enlighten me." You smiled, peeping from under your lashes as your tongue works through his hard member. 

"I know you know." He whimpered, hands creeping up to his balls as he tried to take care of his blues.

"No. Lemme do it." You slapped his hands, snickering when he whined. 

"Oh Tony wants to meet you by the way." He said suddenly, making you groan and fall back dramatically.

"You know I don't do family members Petey." You mumbled, pulling him down, his mouth immediately latching onto the underside of your breasts.

"But why? Am I- aren't we serious enough now?" He asked.

Your heart stuttered at the thought of meeting one of the most important people in his life other than May. You and May had already met (post an unfortunate...accident), not to mention he was freaking Iron Man!

"It's not that. It's just, what if he doesn't like me? Or black widow. I'm not your normal nerdy girl with A grades, what if they think I'm not good enough for you? Or that I'm violating you for Spider-Man? What if-" 

"- baby I swear they'll love You! And if they don't then it's their loss, because no matter what you are, who you are friends with, how many A's you get or don't, you'll always be my girl." His voice was soft as his hands moved with featherlight movements, rubbing light circles on your waist, instantly relaxing you. 

"Are you sure?" You said, biting your lips and fiddling with his hair. He gave another moan as your fingers played with his hair, scratching slightly behind his ear.

"Yes bub, they will love you. You're very important to me, you know that right?" He said.

"Even if I wear short skirts and hang out with jocks?" You giggled, resting your forehead on his toned chest, playing with his skin.

"Especially if you wear those short skirts." He smirked, making you roll your eyes as you slapped his chest slightly. Sighing, you kissed him again, rolling over so you were laid on top of him.

Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself fall asleep, with his clothes in your room and hand in your hair. 

***

Peter woke up the next morning, the incessant ringing of his phone working as an alarm. 

Groaning he rolled over, careful as to not wake you up, squinting at the bright screen of his phone. Before he could cut the ringer though, it cut off on its own, only to be taken over by a text.

You didn't come home last night kiddo 😏

Shit. 

[tommymykink]

Thank you, Professor. (One shot)

Summary : Professor Shelby saves you (kinda) from a potential assault. Things get heated when he meets you in your room to support you.

Words : 2289

Warnings : mature content, smut

Pairing : Tommy X Reader (M/F)

(Note : this is my first smut ever! I hope you like it. Please let me know your thoughts)

Enjoy!

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You sat on the edge of the bed with your head hung, feeling heavy with all the emotions you had to go through that day. Sitting beside you, Professor Shelby, gave you occasional pat on your back, rubbing circles, to let you know he is there for you.

“Thank you Professor. If it wasn’t for you I would have lost it today. The day started off so bad already, and now this. I would have been so broken”, you trembled and burst into tears.

Professor Shelby embraced you in a hug. He stroked your hair and whispered, “It’s okay, I’m here”.

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Your day started off with an argument with your favourite Professor, Mr. Thomas Shelby. You were so disturbed by it already, and then you suddenly heard the news of your friend’s accident. You had to rush to the hospital to see him, leaving Professor alone in the café where you two met to discuss over the recent event your college was organising. He could have been your company at that hard hour, but you decided not to tell him what was going on and simply left without a word. It made him furious so he didn’t try to stop you. But later when he came to know the news about your friend from one of your classmates, he grew worried and felt immensely guilty for behaving that way. At night, around 9:00 AM, he decided to pay you a visit in your dorm and apologize. It was then that the whole disaster took place.

Professor Shelby found a man in your dorm room, wearing ragged clothes, and he was so drunk that he could barely stand. He was holding your picture frame with one hand and jacking off with the other, moaning and cussing at you for not being present. It made Professor Shelby’s blood boil. With an angry howl he stormed towards the man. Grabbing him by his shirt Professor Shelby was almost on the verge of beating him senseless, when the other inhabitants of the building came running to stop him, when they heard the commotion. The man was arrested and the watchman fired but Mr. Shelby did not care about any of those. He paced up and down the corridor, fiddling with his fingers nervously. His only concern was to see you safe.

*******

You were in the car, returning to your dorm, light hearted. You were relieved to see your friend was fine. You weren’t allowed to meet him yet, but the doctor said his condition was stable and that he was resting. You smiled at the thought of getting to see your friend the next day. You closed your eyes, taking in the cold breeze from the open car window, the slow music that the cab driver had put on soothed your ear and made you more relaxed. You took your phone out to check and immediately started panicking seeing so many missed calls from Professor Shelby. You wanted to call him back but your throat felt dry and you were scared out of your wits. So instead you told the driver there’s an emergency and asked him to drive faster.

When you finally reached, you were walking through the corridor towards your room, your mouth dry with fear while your nervousness manifested in the form of cold sweats in the back of your neck. When Professor saw you, his eyes widened and he ran towards you. He pulled you in a tight hug. You were shocked and caught off guard by this gesture but before you could react he pulled you by your wrist, almost dragging you to your room. He pushed you on the bed to make you sit there. Then slamming the door shut he turned towards you.

“Where were you?”, asked he, rather irritated.

“Why do you care?!”, you replied coldly, furrowing your brows.

“Drop that attitude Ms. (Y/N) you don’t talk to your Professor like that”, he said, raising his voice with authority.

Fearing this would turn into another argument, you lowered your voice and requested him to calm down and sit beside you.

“What’s going on? Why did you call me so many times?”, you asked softly.

He looked up at you with tender eyes and then let out a deep sigh. It was then that he told you everything and your heart broke into a million pieces.

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“Why Professor?”, you asked with a shaky voice, still holding him tight.

“Why what?”, he asked, confused.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because… . “, he let out a deep sigh.

“Because you’re special”

A shiver ran down your spine, both because of his words as well as his breath on your neck. You closed your eyes, thinking thoughts. How you have always admired him, how your hands explored your body and you exploded with pleasure every time you stimulated yourself, thinking about him. You bit your lips, feeling guilty, trying to push aside those thoughts. Because of course, he is your Professor after all. You were about to speak when a range of sensations ran through your body when you felt his lips on your neck. Your eyes widened and you looked at him, surprised.

“Ahem…..sorry”, he said nervously, feeling guilty.

Without second thoughts you crashed your lips onto his, pulling him by the back of his neck to bring him closer. Tommy slid his tongue inside your mouth and began a sensual dance with yours. You lost yourself to the intoxicating taste of his lips. Just as you were about to unbutton his shirt he stopped short.

“We cant do this, this is wrong”, said he breathing heavy, his forehead pressed against yours. You kissed him again not wanting to stop what you started. He did return your kiss but after a while pulled back.

“Fuck why can’t I stop?!” He crashed his lips onto yours again, sensually nibbling your lower lip.

“Who’s asking you to stop?”, you whispered in between kisses.

That’s all he needed to hear. With his strong arms he picked you up and threw you onto the bed, rather aggressively. He hovered over you separating your legs, guiding them around his waist. He kissed you with such animalistic zeal that you forgot he was that same soft, gentleman Professor of yours.

“Professor!”, you moaned, as he slowly kissed your neck down to your collar bone. In this compromising situation, you calling him Professor turned him on even more.

“You naughty, naughty girl”, he chuckled against your neck which made you shudder.

Everywhere he touched goose bumps appeared and your core was dripping wet already. You wanted more of him. All of him. You slowly slid down your hand to reach the hard bulge you felt against your thigh. It made him moan in your mouth.

Suddenly, Professor broke the kiss, panting heavy.

“I’m asking this to you one last time. Is this what you really want?”, he whispered.

“Ye……yes Professor. I want all of you”, you managed to whisper between pants.

“Good girl”, he kissed you, smiling against your neck. “I’ll go get the protection, you wait for me alright?”

You whined. You didn’t want to wait for so long. It made him chuckle. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long. I kept it hidden in the bathroom in case I ever needed it.”

So he has always wanted to fuck you? Your desire increased ten fold at the very thought of it.

He planted one last kiss on your lips and left to get the condom. Meanwhile, you decided to put on your best lingerie.

He came back rather quickly. As soon as he entered the room, his jaw dropped seeing you in that red lingerie tight against your skin.

“Holy shi…..”, even before he could finish, you pushed him onto bed. Slamming the door shut and locking it, you turned around and almost jumped on him. You straddled him and sat on his lap, kissing him wildly. You fumbled with his shirt buttons, but with his help you managed to open it and threw it across the room.

“You have no patience do you?”, he chuckled in between kisses.

“Your fault, you left my pussy aching”.

“Is that what you say to your Professor eh?”, you felt him smile against your chest.

“Sorry Professor but it was you who started misbehaving first”, you whispered in his ear which made him groan with pleasure.

“You dirty little girl”. With a quick snap he unhooked your bra and flung it across the room.

“Wow you Goddess!”, he exclaimed. He rubbed your nipples in circular motion which made you whimper uncontrollably.

“Your breasts are very sensitive aren’t they?”, he said with a smirk, fondling them gently.

“Ye….yes Professor”, you managed to say, panting heavy.

“Alright then let me take you to heaven”. With a quick motion he put your hands behind you and held them tightly in place. You shuddered in anticipation when you felt his breath on your left breast. He gave you one quick smirk and licked your nipple in one clean stroke. You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering at the sensation. He licked a second time, a third time and then took your nipple inside his mouth, encircling your areola with his tongue. He softly kissed, sucked and nibbled on it, before moving on to the other nipple.

You tried to free your hands so that you could grab and pull him even closer than he already was, but his grip was way too firm.

Your loud moans echoed inside the room, anybody passing by would understand what sinful pleasures are being committed inside. But you didn’t care. There you were, a captive in your Professor’s arms, letting him savour every inch of your skin. The pleasure that he was giving you took you to some other dimension, making you lose yourself. You enjoyed every bit of it and wanted the moment to last forever.

He slowly put you down in bed and hovered over you. He kissed you deeply and slowly slid his hand down to your aching core. Removing your panties quickly, he lightly touched your clit, drawing circles on it. You let out a loud moan in his mouth, feeling his warm touch.

“Mmmm Tommy”, you gasped biting your lips.

“You call your Professor by his first name now eh?”, he lightly slaps your dripping cunt. You whimpered uncontrollably, loud enough to wake up the entire neighbourhood.

“Oh you liked that, don't you, you dirty girl”, Tommy smirked, slapping your pussy one more time. He slapped your cunt a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time, until you felt light headed and lost count.

Tommy then rubbed circles on your clit and lightly nibbled your ear. He slid two fingers inside your vagina, curling his fingers, thrusting in and out.

“Your little noises are music to my ears babygirl”, he whispered.

You were aching with pleasure so much, you could feel you’re close.

“Professor……I’m……close…..”, you whispered.

Tommy quickly opened his pants and his underwear along with it. You slowly slid your hand down to his stomach and then further down and grabbed his hard member. A groan of pleasure escaped his chest as you gave it quick strokes. But before you could put his cock inside you, he got up on his knees and with a quick motion flipped you over. He pulled your hips up and locked both your arms behind you tightly. Then he teased your wet entrance with his cock a few times and your whole body trembled at the sensation.

“TOMMY STOP FUCKING TEASI…..”, before you could finish he thrust into you with full force. You gasped loudly, feeling him deep inside you. He started thrusting painfully slow at first, but then increased his pace slowly, hitting you in the right places. You let out loud moans and uncontrollable whimpers.

With his thrusts getting more and more violent, your pleasure got higher and higher and you could feel your walls clench around his cock. He groaned with pleasure and you felt his hard member throbbing inside you. Just as you were about to reach your high, Tommy pulled out of you. Before you could protest, he flipped you over. Hovering over you he whispered, “I want to see your face when you come for me babygirl”.

You bit his lower lip and he slid him inside you again and began his animalistic thrusts. You were so close, so so close. You held onto your Professor’s broad shoulders, digging your nails into his soft skin. You bit his shoulder and immediately licked it to soothe the sensitive skin. His hand traced all over you, as if he was memorising by heart every nook and corner of your body. He left open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and bosom. His loud moans vibrated through your skin making your body tremble uncontrollably.

You felt his hard cock twitch inside you as he reached his high.

“Come for me babygirl, come for me. Yesss, yesss!”, he groaned. He kept thrusting in and out of you with vigour, until he felt you reach your climax and come all over his cock.

He collapsed onto you, the rhythm of your heavy breathing synching with him in perfect harmony.

“Good girl”, he left a trail of kisses on your neck, before getting up and lying beside you. You nestled against his chest, smiling.

“What next Professor?”, you asked, blushing.

“Maybe dinner tomorrow? I should ask you out on a proper date”, said he planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled, closing your eyes. Resting your head on his chest, you let out a deep breath. You were so ready to explore this new chapter of your life.

[kpop-hive]

Seventeen: A Member Walks In On You Two

S. Coups: You have waited all day for Seungcheol to get back from tour, not only did you miss his persona, and adorable demeanor, you missed his dick. As soon as he got home, you and him began a heavy makeout session. Clothes started to fly off, you both went down on each other, and just as he was about to insert himself into your entrance, “Hey Seungcheol, you left your- Oh my God! You just came back from tour and your already fucking each other!?” Jeonghan yells. “Jeonghan, get out!” Seungcheol replies trying to hide both of your bodies. He walks out, and you let Seungcheol calm down. “Are you okay baby?” You ask. “Yeah I’m fine, are you good?” “Yeah, but I would be better if we picked up where we left off.” You responded. “Of course, babe.”

Jeonghan: “You don’t know how long I’ve missed your pussy.” Jeonghan says pounding into your wet heat. He had you on the bed face down, ass up, in front of the door, fucking you hard and fast. He had just come back from practice, and he was ready to release his stress from overworking, lucky you. “Oh, Jeonghan, you feel so good!” You whimpered. You both were close to releasing, you could feel it, but you were disrupted when Dino walked through the door looking frightened when he walked in. “I just c-came to g-get my ch-charger.” Dino muttered. Jeonghan stopped mid thrust to say this, “Either get out or watch, but let us continue.” And with that, Dino was gone, and Jeonghan continued trying to help you guys chase your high again.

Joshua: The boys just left, perfect for you and Joshua to have some alone time you both desperately craved. “I want you.” You told him. “Same here baby.” You and Joshua began to heavily makeout, taking off your clothes in the process, Joshua pulled out a condom and slid it down his length, he pulled you on top of him, and you slid down his length. “Ah, Shua, you feel so good mmm.” “You too, angel” You began to ride him at a steady pace, making you both feel pleasure. Joshua holds your waist, and you rest your hands on his chest as he starts to control the pace, lifting you up and down on his length, as the pace gets faster, you hear the door open, and you both freeze. All you see is Vernon going to the kitchen, and you both watch immensely, and he leaves while saying this, “Sorry, forgot my phone, you guys enjoy” before closing the door, while you and Joshua try to figure out what happened.

Jun: You and Jun were watching a movie when he began kissing your neck. “Jun, stop.” You giggle. “But you look so sexy I want you baby.” He leans in, and kisses your lips, laying you down as you began to remove your clothes, he kisses down to your panties, opening your legs up, and kisses over your clit, causing you whimper. He pushes your panties to the side, and licks a bold stripe up your clit before his lips latch around the sensitive bud. “Jun, that feels so good, ahh.” You moaned. He expertly sucked on you clit while he held your legs open, you held onto his hair, while he continued his assault on your pussy, it wasn’t until he traveled down to your entrance, and stuck his tongue inside it when Minghao walked in. You tugged on Jun’s Jaír to get his attention, but he thought it was nothing, and moaned into your pussy. “J-Jun, Minghao is in here.” You whimpered. “It’s okay, baby, he knows where the exit is, if he wants to leave he can, or he can watch you cum all over my face, it’s his choice.” He says while continuing to eat you out.

Hoshi: “Harder please, shit!” You moan out. Soonyoung was doing a number on you making you cum twice already, trying to draw out a third orgasm from you tonight. “Yeah, does my little slut want me to fuck her harder, make her cum again like the little slut she is? Hmm?” “Yes baby please!” His thrusts sped up faster causing you to whimper out ready to cum again. You felt great your body close to tipping over, you could feel your orgasm piling up on you. “Ugh! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed. “Cum Princess.” Soonyoung replied. Just as you released you heard a third voice. “Ahh, why!? Just why!? My eyes!” Seungkwan yelled. You and Soonyoung both screamed, covering each other up. “Seungkwan what the fuck!? Get the hell out!” As soon as he walks out, and shuts the door, Soonyoung looks at you with pleading eyes. “Wanna go again with no interruptions this time?”

Wonwoo: “Wonwoo are you okay?” You ask. “Uhm, yeah, kinda.” Wonwoo trails off. “What does kinda mean?” He looks down at his lap, and your eyes widen. You stare at his bulge that is being strained by his pants. “Oh.” You say. “I couldn’t help it, you’re wearing a low cut top today, and your boobs just look so nice.” “You want me to help you baby?” You ask. Wonwoo nods his head, and you kiss his lips before your hand goes down to his bulge palming him, causing him to groan into the kiss. You get down on your knees, and unzip and unbutton his pants, you pull his pants and underwear down and his member springs up, groaning as he is released from his confinements. You grab it in your hand and began to pump it slowly while your thumb teased his tip, just as you were about to attach your mouth to him, “Wow who knew (y/n) gives you blowjobs?” Mingyu said as he walks in. “Mingyu can you please leave?” You ask. He walks out not wanting to mess up Wonwoo’s blowjob. “You want me to continue?” You ask and he nods his head. You get right back to working on his cock.

Woozi: “Baby Can you help me? I really need a good stress reliever.” Woozi asks as you walk into the studio. “Of course, I’m always here to help.” You respond. You began to sit on his lap and makeout with Jihoon. Without hesitation, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, as he held tightly to your waist. You began to grind down on his lap making him moan out into your mouth. Jihoon detached his mouth from yours, and you started to kiss down his neck, causing him to moan out. He tugs on your shirt signaling you to remove it. “Take this off please.” He says. You slip your shirt off over your head, and you also remove his. “I want to fuck you so bad.” Jihoon moans to you. “I hope you don’t plan on doing that while I’m in here.” You heard someone speak, and of course standing at the door was Seungcheol. “Cheol, can you please leave? Can we take a quick break?” Jihoon asks. “Okay, but make it quick.” Seungcheol says before winking at the both of you.

Dokyeom: “I love you sweetheart.” Seokmin says to you as he thrusts slowly into, causing you to whimper and pull on his hair. This was your and his’ first time, so he wanted it to be special, he made sure to make everything special for you, and he did well, taking his time with you, learning about your body, and finding all of your sweet spots, he told the boys that you were coming over, and not to bother you guys so he thought that was enough, but it wasn’t. “Seokmin, it feels so good.” You told him, he kisses your neck, and grabs your hand, but then you heard the door open and saw a head peek through. Causing you and Seokmin to both jump and scream a little. “Jun get out!” Seokmin yells. “You said no one should disrupt you and (y/n) for two hours, it’s been two and a half hours now. Honestly we didn’t think that you would last this long.” He explains. “Leave!” You and Seokmin both say. “So much for our first time.” Seokmin says annoyed.

Mingyu: You and Mingyu were in the kitchen baking cookies just to pass the time, that is until Mingyu’s focus was on something else. “Okay so now we need flour, and- Mingyu s-stop.” You stammered. He began kissing your neck nipping at it gently while his bulge pressed into your ass. “Mm, I can’t help it, you just look so good in these shorts.” He whispered in your ear. As time passed by he kept toying with you, and as soon as you put the cookies in, you finally gave him what he wanted. “So sexy, he says as he pulls your shorts down right before bending you over the counter, and inserting himself inside you from behind. You gasp at the stretch while you he lets you adjust to him, after the okay he began to thrusts into you at a steadily pace gradually increasing with each thrust. “You feel so good baby.” Mingyu moaned out. Your moans kept getting louder as he pounded into with hard thrusts. The only sound you could hear was skin slapping, but then, “You guys do know we cook there? Gross, oh and by the way, your cookies are smoking.” Jihoon says before walking off. “Shit! The cookies!” You yelled.

The8: Minghao didn’t want to admit it, but your mouth felt so good. You had just started your relationship and have only had sex once before, and you never really gave him a blowjob, he was nervous about asking you until you noticed how shy he gets around the conversation. “Does this feel good baby?” You as you detach your mouth from him. He nodded profusely. You continued by on attaching your mouth to his tip, and swirling your tongue around it, and using your hand to rub the rest of his length up and down. “Ohh!” Minghao moaned. He began to twitch in your mouth signaling that he was going to cum, so you began to suck harder on his tip, but the feeling was gone when Joshua walked in, “Myungho, we are leaving in five- I’m sorry guys.” Joshua says as he walks out. You detach your mouth from his member, and you look down. “Even though I didn’t cum, I really enjoyed your mouth on me.” Minghao responds with a smile.

Seungkwan: “Kwannie, I need you please.” You whine. “You are so beautiful.” Seungkwan says as he pushes himself into you. You wrap your hands around his back as he thrusts in and out of you. “You feel so good, (y/n).” Seungkwan moans. He is relieved that you both get to have some alone time for once, and now he was ready to continue and finish it off was a good orgasm for the night. As time passed Seungkwan’s thrusts got faster, and now they were becoming sloppier making you and him close in your orgasms. “I’m close.” You whimpered. “M-me too.” As you and him were in the midst of coming, you heard a familiar voice ring in your ears. “Next time lock the door please, I don’t want to see you two make babies.” Soonyoung says right before walking out. “I thought you locked the door?” You asked. “Oops.”

Vernon: “Oh Vernon, your tongue feels so good.” You moan out. “Mmm.” Vernon moans into your pussy. The way his tongue slid in and out of you sent you into a frenzy. One hand was gripping his hair while the other was gripping the bed sheets. You were a little needy today, and you needed some relief, as soon as you told Vernon, he brought up the idea of eating you out, and you’re glad he did. He enjoys it just as much as you. Seeing your skirt up to your stomach, no panties on, just his tongue devouring you. His tongue trails back up to suck on your clit, causing you to mewl his name. You were so close when you saw Wonwoo walk through the door. “Hansol, have you seen my- never mind, I’ll find it later.” Before leaving really quickly.

Dino: “(y/n) can we try something?” Dino asks shyly. “Yeah what is it baby?” You responded. “Can I handcuff you?” Your eyes open wide, but you agree to it anyway. “Sure, why not.” So there you were handcuffed to the bed while Dino ate you out. You have to admit, it was excruciatingly painful to not touch him, but it only added more tension to your arousal. “Chan please let me t-touch you, Ahh.” You whimpered. “Sorry baby, you agreed to this, so you’ll take it, he says as he gets up to insert himself inside you causing you to cry out at the stretch. He began to slowly thrust into you while nipping at your neck. He felt so good, and you were in pleasure until, “You know when you asked us if we had handcuffs we didn’t think this is what you were gonna use them for.” Seokmin said, causing you both to shift your gaze to him. “Can you leave?” Dino asked. “Sure thing!” Once he left you both picked back up where you left off until you both heard this, “Dino is using the handcuffs to fuck (y/n)!” Seokmin yells to the other boys.

[beann-e]

mattsukawa cheating is my religion , now follow me blindly

You’ve had a crush on mattsukawa for a while now but, you could never bring yourself to say anything

Maybe it was the way he spoke and was so sure of everything he said , maybe it was the way he towered over you and his dopey smile would show whenever you finally got him to relax and laugh after a hard game

you weren’t sure all you knew is that at this very moment you’d rather die then not tell him how you felt after so long

It’s been clawing at you for months this feeling you could never describe.

He was interested , he had to be , it was obvious in the way he would wrap his arms around your waist, his eyes looking from your lips to your eyes in a rush and even when he would tell you how beautiful you looked regardless of your matted uniform after a hard day of school while walking you home

You took a deep breath gaining all the confidence you’d never had . footsteps quick as you made your way down to the benches

Your eyes wide as you stared down on the male sitting in front of you on the bench his face stuck on the match instead of looking at you when you walked over

“ oh hey y/—“

“ I like you “

his body froze as everyone else on the court stopped moving at your small outburst it came out louder than you wanted it to but you’d gotten it out so now you had no choice but to keep going

you simply had no choice there was no saving yourself now

“ I like how your always making jokes about anything I say , how you walk me home after a long day or even when it’s just raining“ you looked to the floor

“ y/-“

“ I love how you —you —I just I really like you mattsukawa “

you brung your head up to face him as he sat still almost frozen on the bench his body stalled like he’d never taken a breath before in his life

His head whipping to look around the gym fast as his breathing stuttered “ bab— I swear —- “ his eyes were pleading “ it’s not like that “ his face fell before his head dropped “ shit — that was my last strike too — baby please I”

you turned trying to pinpoint who he was talking to as you heard a loud cough sound throughout the gym “ y/n he um “

iwaizumis body was fast as he grabbed you directing you out of the gym trying to move you quickly as your eyebrows creased . Body falling when you heard small laughs erupt from the team

“ don’t worry about that ok —how about —maybe just go home today y/n yeah ? “

“ but I —why “

he sighed as he closed the gym doors behind him eyes darting away from your own to look anywhere but at you “ h-he’s got a girlfriend “

your heart dropped

“ he um —their laughing because we were just joking a few days ago if you knew or not “

“ what —what “

“ mattsukawa was the only one who was telling us we were wrong and that you didn’t have feelings for him and that you knew he had a girlfriend and he was just being— being nice to you “

your body shuddered

“ look y/n i’m sorry —he —he owes us yen “

“ you made a bet on if I liked him or not “

“ well I mean technically we made a bet on if he would strike out with his girlfriend — he’s cheated 2 other times that she knows of but yeah —i mean when you put it like that— we kinda sound like assholes“ he laughed

“ because you are “ you felt your voice breaking holding nothing but pure pain

“ look y/n it’s not our fault you didn’t know he had a girlfriend —i’m sorry really i am but —“ he felt uncomfortable shifting his weight from foot to foot

“ oh god he’s never gonna wanna hang out with me again “

“ uh yeah— it’ll be awkward yeah “

you turned on your heel head to the floor ignoring iwaizumis protest for you to calm down and come back

“ hey watch ou— “

pulling your head up quickly but not quick enough to see the broad chest you’d bumped into your butt hitting the ground in pain

“ ow “

“ shit “ his voice was rough “ you good ? “

you shook your head even more tears threatening to fall as you broke finally

“ uh look —person—dude—I don’t know who you are“ you heard as he clapped “ honestly don’t give a fuck but your sitting on m—“

his eyes widened in fear when he met your glazed ones tears spilling down onto your chest

The silence cooling the air and bringing even more pain to your body as you thought back to every small action you mistook as love

your fingers shaking as you wiped your cheeks your hands flying to shield your eyes shaking your head at the now wet collar of the shirt you wore

body freezing when you heard a loud sharp inhale

“ so—sorry I jus—“

he groaned as he pushed you off his leg that you’d fell on without even noticing much less seeing that he’d somehow fallen with you to the ground “ uh look —I just wanted to get to practice and —your crying and shit and “

“ like I said i’m sorry “ you stood wiping off your uniform and smiling up at the boy who stared at you anger and pure disinterest hidden in his eyes trying to hide it behind his new concern for you seeing your sad eyes matched your half made smile

“ huh guess you’d be kinda hot if you weren’t covered in dry tears with snot running down your nose “

your eyes widened before you used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe your nose and face fixing your hair and clothes smiling softly

“ hot now ? “

he scoffed putting his hands in his pockets before nodding his head at you “ cute — what are you doing bumping into people in volleyball territory anyways crybaby ? “

you ignored his statement not in the right mindset to deal with it only laughing “ uh — funny story actually“

“ well you should do anything in your power to lift up my mood after you just assaulted me —a devoted ,caring, early , hardworking team member — so try me i’m not a very ‘ funny‘ person “

“ well — I thought I was walking out of here with a boyfriend “ you laughed face turning straight when you looked up to see him looking down at you with a confused and annoyed look on his own at your sudden pause

“ ok .. “

“ that — that was it “ you smiled “ that was the funny thing — that was the joke “

“ oh “ he shook his head in understanding “ that shit was trash please don’t waste your mothers obviously difficult birth delivery and become a comedian— you’ll bring shame to everyone that has the name y/n before you have a good show “

“ wow uh mood dampener huh “

“ no I just don’t like useless shit wasting my time “ he sighed “ look who are you here for anyways — you an oikawa stalker too “

“ no I was here for mattsu “ you scoffed “ he probably hates me —shouldn’t even call him nicknames “

“ if he hates you he’s an asshole “

he shifted on his foot trying to pay attention to you closely “ lemme guess no one told you he had a girlfriend — not even him“

he played with his backpack straps “ typically — likes to play the field anyways likes to— keep his options open I guess “

“ asshole “

“ yeah — I guess “

“ god and I really thought I loved him I thought I was gonna go in there tell him I liked him and just — walk out with a boyfrie— “

“ sorry princesa life doesn’t work like that “

“ yeah “

“ sucks though but trust me you’ll get your sweet revenge in a few seconds “

“ h-huh “

“ yeah give it a minute I know what i’m talking about“ he nodded at the volleyball doors which made you turn around to see it from his angle hoping to see something different other than just doors

“ as much as I hate everyone — they still seem to try to talk to me and incorporate me in things i don’t like and —would rather not know“

your eyebrows furrowed “ and “

“ and I’m a flat out asshole and people still talk to me — like your doing now — his girlfriend did it too “

“ why would his girlfrien— “

“ mai please — please I — it doesnt have to be like this “

the echo of the gym doors slamming open took you by surprise as you watched mattsukawa race out after a female who wore the same uniform as you

“ mai please don’t — don’t leave like this “ he laughed lightly “ baby — babe we can fix this please“

“ tell that to the other 7 girls who swear their in love with you mattsukawa—8 making the love confession I just saw “

you folded into yourself at the words the boy next to you rolling his eyes and yanking you gently into him his hand coming out to play drums on your head while you two watched the scene unfold

“ what — but I — I don’t love them I love you — I just got a bit “ he shrugged his shoulders “ a bit bored —come on it’s normal “

“ well I guess you could say the same goes for me “

“ no your — your lying you we’re hap— “

“ I was lying this is just helping me break up with you honestly — I was bored of you too—it was a matter of time before I broke it off really — I almost broke up with you at your match the other day but even I was like that’s too much pain after you’d just lost 2 sets to karasuno “

“ bab— “

“ have fun mattsu—chan it was not nice at all no kind words all bad reviews “ she waved before exiting and leaving him in visible pain

his body shaking as he turned to look down the hallway eyes heavy on yours a soft smile developing on his face “ y/n “

you jumped as you spoke “ mat-“

“ what um —what are you y’know doing out here “ he blinked between you and the other male voice growing accusing and territorial “ I thought you went home “

“ no I “

“ another love confession huh ? “ he laughed” that quick? I thought I would’ve at least had a restart —or gotten some time to say yes “

“ huh “

“ I mean you like me right “

you shook your head in a yes the male next to you scoffing speaking lowly to himself “ still“

“ so now that i’m free do—do you maybe want to uh want to hang out “

you smiled moving towards mattsukawa as the boy above you slapped your head harshly sending you flying back into his chest again

“ holy fuck mad dog chill out why are you slapping ‘em —being so rough with my admirer —fucking lunatic “

he growled at the boy across from you before speaking “ you have class don’t you — think it’s uh english right ?“

“ I mean yeah but I would like to tal— “ you shook your head “ wait how’d you know what class I have “ you shook your head even faster when you thought back to earlier “ AND HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME EARLIER I DIDNT TEL— “

his body going warm at his earlier slip up he was hoping you’d forgotten “ how about you get to it “

“ no I “ your eyebrows furrowed at the male you were about to get your long time crush to ask you out why would you leave “ no I— I don’t want to walk out of here empty hande— “

“ well how about you do walk out of here with one “ your eyes shot up to his in confusion ok now you had no clue what was going on and honestly just upset with the male in front of you “ huh—huh “

“ a boyfriend that was your joke right ? you wanted to walk out of here with a boyfriend and you thought you would fall in love with him and shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ I —I guess “

“ ok then your free to leave happily — baby your walking out of here with one —go on “

your heart went crazy “ excuse me “

“ your talking too fucking much — ‘ts annoying me I said “ he got rougher with his words he tried to be nice but it was obvious you weren’t one of those people who understood unless it was dumbed down for you

“ your walking out of here with a boyfriend — a good one and we both know this assholes not one so you can only guess the only other person in this hallway is your new boyfriend so shoo shoo — you little pest go to class i’ll take you home“

you felt as he grabbed your shoulders pushing you towards the doors and not turning back around until he watched you walk out

energy shifting as soon as your body was out of earshot and snapping to the taller male in front of him “I liked ‘em first dipshit“

his shoulder bumping into mattsukawas forcefully causing the boy to stumble back “ ill be damned if you fuck with em’ before I do — especially if you don’t plan on giving em’ the best “

[pinkprincessthug]

Model Student(Dom.Midoriya Izuku x Sub.Fem.Reader)

All characters are aged up 18+

word count: 1,158 this took fucking forever, i really thought it was going to be longer than that....rip🙂😭

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, oral, semi-public, overstimulation

a/n: i was trying to do homework, but people kept teasing me on tumblr and in discord, and thus, this fic was born.

You were trying.

Even though your college had practically been transformed into zoom university, you had been one of the few students who managed to stay caught up. You attended all of your online classes, did all of your homework, and were still well on your way to receiving your degree. There was just one thing distracting you:

Your horny fuck of a boyfriend.

“I know everyone is tired, 8 am class is never ideal, but I appreciate everyone being here.” Your professor said as the last few stragglers entered the zoom call. “Now, staying muted is ideal so we don’t have too many people talking at once or background noise, but I’d prefer if you all kept your cameras on so I can make sure everyone is paying attention.”

“Noooooooo!” you groaned, knowing you were already muted. Reluctantly, you turned on your camera to reveal yourself.

“Babe, whats wrong?” you heard your boyfriend inquire from the other room. 

“It’s nothin’ ‘Zuku,” you assured, “my professor is just forcing us to keep our cameras on.”

“I thought all of your professors let you keep it off.”

“That was last semester, this girl is new,” you stated, “and I already regret taking this class.” 

You heard him walk to your shared bedroom. “Don’t say that,” he consoled, leaning against the door frame, “keeping your camera on could be fun.”

“How could it possibly be fun? You never know who’s looking at you, and I can’t wear pajamas anymore!” you complained.

“It’ll be more fun than you think.”

*

*

*

Midoriya had distracted himself by filling out some paperwork from his last mission, but it didn’t take long before he was finished with that. He tried to think of other things to occupy his interest until you were done with class.

TV? No.

Training? No.

Food? No.

Friends? No.

There was really only one thing he wanted to be doing, and that thing was five feet away, sucked into her zoom class. 

Moving from his place on the bed, he knelt down beside your desk chair, just low enough that he couldn’t be seen by the camera. 

You were diligently taking notes and didn’t even notice him until his hand was gently rubbing your calf. 

“What the—” you squeaked, finally noticing your boyfriend.

“Shh, it’s fine. Just keep working.” he whispered as he positioned himself between your legs, now completely under the desk.

“‘Zuku, my camera is still on,” you warned, “and I can’t turn it off.”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, running his hands over your thighs, “that’s the point y/n.” 

“Mhmmm, come on Izu’,” you pleaded, “class ends in like five minutes.”

“That’s too bad, y/n” he said as he slowly started rubbing your clit through your shorts, “because I want to taste you now.”

Immediately, your face contorted in pleasure. You quickly realized your mistake however, and continued paying attention to your professor.

“Come on y/n, there’s gotta be, what? Like 40 people in your class? Who’s gonna know” your boyfriend asked, continuing his attack on your clit.

Being honest with yourself, this wasn’t a good idea. Although your microphone was muted, you knew you had absolutely no control over your facial expressions, and you were sure someone in your class would immediately catch on. But you also knew how good your boyfriend was with his mouth.

In the end, his mouth won over the possibility of getting in trouble.

You lifted your hips to help him slide your shorts and panties to the floor.

“Wow y/n, already this wet for me?” he teased. “Try not to make any faces babe. You wouldn’t want to get caught now would you?”

Before you could answer he lapped up at your slit, effectively shutting you up.

If there was one thing Izuku was good at, it was sex. He was kind and caring in nature, always making sure everyone’s needs were filled to the best of his ability. There was no shortage of that attitude in the bedroom.

 After lapping up your juices for a while, he moved onto sucking your clit. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves as a finger started pumping into you.

You were trying.

You were trying so hard to keep your face normal.

You weren’t doing so well.

“Are you feeling alright Ms. y/l/n?” your professor asked.

well

shit!

With a trembling hand, you unmuted your microphrone.

“Never better.” you weakly uttered, your face hot as ever.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup! I feel great! Thank you for asKING” you squeaked as your boyfriend started curling his finger up towards your G-spot.

“Alright then.” your confused professor continued, “Well, that just about concludes our class! Thank you so much for attending everyone!” With that, the professor ended the zoom call. 

“Oh thank god!” you groaned, finally able to let yourself go. 

“You did such a good job baby.” Midoriya praised against your heat while adding another finger, “Now I need you to come for me.”

You let out a moan. Weaving your hands through his green hair, you started bucking your hips and grinding yourself against his face.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” Izuku whispered, “Fuck yourself on my face”

Basking in his lewd words, you felt a familiar coil, rapidly tightening.

“I can feel you getting closer, you can do it baby. Cum for me”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as waves of pleasure crashed through your body. You came hard and Midoriya wasted no time in lapping up all of your juices.

Just as you went to stand, Izuku pulled you back into place and continued his assault on your pussy.

“I know you have another one in you princess.” he cooed.

The nickname made your face feel even hotter than it was before, but it couldn’t distract you from how intense you currently felt.

“Izuku” you panted, “I-I can’t”

“Yes you can, I know you can. Cum for me baby.”

Izuku angled his fingers to hit your G-spot with each thrust and it was all too much for you. The coil inside of you snapped. You once again clenched around his fingers, letting out a sinful moan. You felt an unfamiliar peeing sensation this time, and looked down to find you had, for the first time, squirted, all over Midoriya’s face.

“I’m sorry!” you immediately squealed. 

“Sorry?” Izuku asked, “For what? Y/n, that was so hot.”

He ran his hand over his face, guiding all of your liquids to his mouth, where he eagerly sucked him in.

“Now,” he said, crawling out from under the desk, “I have an assignment or you.” He stood while you were still sitting, your face now level with the hard-on he was palming.

“Oh really?” you inquired, gaze never leaving his erection, “And what makes you so sure I’ll follow your directions?” you teased. 

“Because,” Midoriya said, pulling out his cock, “you’ve always been a...

model student.”

[jeonsbun]

lover boy ─ p.jm [m]

rating ↬ 18+

word count ↬ 1,970

pairing ↬ jimin x reader

genre ↬ enemies-to-lovers! au, arranged marriage! au, marriage! au, husband! jimin, fluff (if you squint), angst, & some smut

warning(s) ↬ jimin being a dick (he really isn’t), jimin has a big 🍆, protective sex (pls be safe!), semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), usage of princess (like once or twice, dat’s it), cursing, love bites (y/n tries to cover them), slight dom!jimin, lip-biting, & lots of kissing. just pure filth 🤧 lower-case intended

summary ↬ when your parents marry you off to someone that you don’t know, you never expected it to be him.

a/n ↬ hi! welcome to the official oneshot of “lover boy”! i hope that you guys enjoyed the little teaser that i had set out. major thanks to @chimknj​ for beta reading this <3 this is a part of “dishonest love” monthly prompt from @thebtswritersclub​. this is also a little valentine’s day gift. please enjoy! also note that in no way is any members mentioned in this fic are what they are in real life. this is just all fictional. as always feedback is appreciated~

“what?!” you yelled into the phone. 

“y/n, calm down. it’ll be over in a year’s time,” the voice on the other side said.

you scoff, “you gotta be fucking kidding me, you’re really marrying me off to some douchebag who you think is good for me? someone that i don’t know?”

“y/n!” yelled the voice, “he is a good man, give him some time, get to know him. it’ll only be a year before it blows over. we’re doing this to protect you, y/n, we love you too much to see you suffer again,” 

you sighed into the phone, sliding your hand across your face in defeat, “fine dad, you said only for a year, right?” 

oh, how wrong you were. you never excepted it to be him. oh man, the man that you hate with all your gut, park jimin. 

he was your rival from another gang, his parents and yours were good friends, they were the ones who suggested you get married off together. 

before you knew even knew it, it had be more than a year. your parents thought that having a man in your life will bring in honor among the mafia members you called a family.

you thought this was ridiculous, really. you were always independent and you wanted it to stay that. 

when you had met your soon-to-be husband, it was during a party that your family had hosted. they wanted to impress some important people that you didn’t bother to care or know about. 

your mother was the one who picked out your dress for the evening. a golden dress, decorated with sparkles shone in the dim light of your room. a sequin v-style dress, that hung low upon close inspection.

“this dress is amazing,” you whispered to yourself as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric. you soon put the dress on, along some gorgeous pair of earrings and a pair of white heels to match. you looked in the mirror, “wow, mom’s got some good taste,” you whisper again, admiring yourself as you brush your hair.

few minutes later, you texted your makeup artist friend holly to help with the touch-ups and hairstyle. 

“did you see who’s here?” your friend holly asked you as you heard her heavy footsteps near. “who? who the hell are you talking about?” you reply, confusion on your face.

“park jimin,” she says as she shakes your shoulders. “THE park jimin. he’s here,” 

you gasped. you sprinted out of the room as fast as your legs could carry you. she was right. there he was, standing tall near the entrance of the building. He was sipping on a glass of champagne, talking to someone.

you gulped down a lump in your throat that you didn’t even know you had. your father ran up to you. “ahh my beautiful daughter, let me see her,” your father held his hand out toward you. you take it, him spinning you around, laughing happily. 

“father, stop. i’m getting dizzy,” you smile him at him. “there’s someone here that I would love for you to meet,” your father takes your hand again, tucking your arm around his, whisking you away.

you approached a tall man, wearing a dress shirt that was tucked away in his pants, his jacket hanging down on his broad shoulders. “namjoon, I have someone here I would like you to know, my daughter y/n,” 

“ahh mr. jeon. Nice to see you again. How have you been?” the man, namjoon was it? asks as he hugs your dad. Then his eyes shifted to you, “And you must be Y/N, your father has mentioned a thing or two about you. But, he never told me how stunning you are,” namjoon takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

you blush and looked away sheepishly. you looked at the man, leaning on the wall, near the entrance, staring right back at you. you gulped again. 

“y/n, y/n?” someone yelled out, bringing you back to reality. “Yes?” you replied back. “What were you looking at?” replied your dad, as he tried to look around at what you were staring at. “nothing dad, i’m going to get a drink,” you dismiss the question, as you walk toward the open bar, saying goodbye to namjoon. 

your brother jungkook was nowhere to seen. ‘He’s probably banging some chick again,’ you thought to yourself as you sigh and facepalm. then you felt a presence, watching you from afar. 

you turn around, catching his eyes. his stare is intense, but you don’t dare look away. you start to walk towards him, eyes filled with lust and determination. who does this man think he is?

“what do you want, park?” you say as you stared him down. “nothing, darling. Just admiring a beautiful girl, drinking alone,” he answered back. you scoff.

“as if, you asshole,” you roll your eyes. he suddenly grabs your arms and presses you against the wall. he looks into your eyes again, looking for something. “let me go, you dick!” you yell as you try and get out of grip. 

His grip becomes tighter as he leans forward and whispers, “let’s get to know each other.” He then leads the two of you into a closet down the hall, away from the party.

it was quick. so quick that you lost your footing for a second. before you even realized it, his lips were on yours. you pulled away quickly, catching your breath.

“what?” you heard him ask. “what the fuck, park? you don’t go up to people and start drag them into a closet to kiss them?!” you push him as you screamed. He just chuckles. “princess, i’m planning to do more than that,” he smugly says as he smirks.

“you wish, i’m leaving,” you start to turn around when you felt a hand rest upon your wrist. 

“wait, look i’m sorry, okay?” you hear him sigh, “your parents told me that we’re married and that i had to marry you or else our whole “family” will go to shit,”

You turn back around, “they said what?” this was the first time you were hearing this. “by the face that you are making tells me that you didn’t know,” 

you shook your head, blinking a few times. “why though? i just want to know why, and why you of all people?” 

he felt offended but he didn’t show it well. “they told me that it was for the sake of our family and shit, i’m 100% not sure anymore,” he shrugs.

you kissed his cheek, looking at him sadly. next time you knew, you were pulling his shirt off. he didn’t pull away at all. he started to kiss your lips again and down to your neck. 

you move your head, giving him more access. you sigh heavily as he sucks hard near the area where your neck and shoulder meet. 

he pulls down the back of your dress, releasing you into just your bra and panties. he stares at you again, you stand there sheepishly. 

you slowly bend down to your knees to pull down his dress pants. he looks down at you, just running his hands through your hair. you then pulled his boxers down, his member slapping his lower stomach. your mouth waters at the size. 

as you start to pump him, you grabbed his balls. you can hear him breathe in deeply, ‘looks like he likes it,’ you then go faster. 

“put it in, please,” he says faintly. “i’m sorry what did you say?” you tease.

“don’t tease, y/n please,” he says a little louder, bucking his hips a little to create friction. this was your turn to chuckle. you eventually start to put his member into your mouth, bobbing your head, slowly.

“y/n, go f-faster” he pants. you listen, going faster than before.

you then go for his balls again, massaging them as you go even faster.

“yes, just like that,” 

you felt his hand at the back of your head, you hollow out your cheeks as you let him use your throat. you then felt something shoot the back of your throat. 

you shallow the salty contents (i’m so sorry 😔), and stand up with your mouth open. jimin smirks at you and kisses your lips. 

he reaches behind you to unclip your bra. he then go ham on your breasts, marking them and massaging them. he takes his mouth to assault your nipple and massage the other, you sigh heavy again, dragging your hand through his scalp. 

he suddenly stops, whilst you whine from the cold air, surrounding you, and then goes to his pants, searching for something. he comes across his wallet. 

you see a wrapper, eyes quickly scheming around at his face, eyes looking suspiciously. he looks up at you, pulling the wrapper out completely, and then putting it in his mouth.

“can never be too careful, am i right?” he chuckles as you roll your eyes again, giggling. he then puts it on his member.

he picks you up and presses you against the wall again, kissing you again. your little makeup session was interrupted when you silently gasp as he slides inside. he takes this opportunity to bite your bottom lip and pull.

he then pushes you up and you sink back down. you moan out his name, creating red scratches across his back along the way. 

“oh my god, right there,” you moan out. you didn’t care that you were loud, he was hitting that one spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. 

after hitting that spot again and again, you finally came undone. but he was not done, at all. 

he places you back down and bends you back, just a slight bit. taking you from behind, he goes faster and faster, and getting rougher. you felt his hand start rubbing circles onto your clit, jolting your insides again.

you felt your second orgasm coming, jimin could feel it. your walls clenching his member sweetly, you cooed at him, “i-i’m close jimin,” 

“i am, too,” he pants, you look back at him. he looked so handsome, his sleek black hair sticking to his forehead, lips bruised and swollen from all of the kissing and lip-biting, and chest, sweaty and soft to the touch. 

after one last thrust and a flick of a finger, you both came together. 

kissing your neck one last time, jimin pulls the condom off and threw it away. getting dressed, you saw yourself in the mirror. you looked awful, your hair was disheveled and your makeup was smeared. jimin looked up at you as he puts on his pants, laughing. 

you playfully punch his arm, you watch as he puts his shirt back on and then disappear. you put your dress back on and try and fix your hair as best as you could as you wait for him. 

jimin came back a few minutes later with a wet cloth, handing it to you. you use it to fix your makeup, wiping away the smeared mascara and lipstick. 

knock knock “fuck, who is that?” you whisper yell at jimin. he shrugs, “y/n? jimin? i know you guys are in there, i saw you two,” the voice said. “open the door, now,” you gulp, shaking uncontrollably. jimin places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as you slowly open the door of the closet. 

you smile fondly as you remembered this moment. 

a/n ➳ this is my first time actually doing a full length fanfic that including smut like this, oh my gosh this is just pure filth! i really hope you guys enjoyed this. this really made me nervous and made my heart pound. anyways as always, feedback is appreciated~

☙ masterlist 

[blazinbeautywrites]

Quiet

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Length: 1,528 words

Genre: Smut

A/N: I missed my mans Christian and he been looking delicious in his recent releases and appearances and now I feel some type of way.

Luxe wanted to be anywhere but at this dumbass party her parents decided to throw in her honor. They were celebrating the fact that she finished medical school and was now a doctor. She thought it was all unnecessary. While everyone was mingling she snuck off and was enjoying herself in her parents back garden when she heard someone clear their throat. She smiled as she immediately knew who it was.

“Christian.” She said as she went to hug him.

“Luxe Morgan Johnson. My my have you grown.” Christian replied.

“Oh my god. I see you’re still a huge flirt.” She said.

“Only for you baby girl.” He retorted.

“Ew gross. How did you even find me out here?” She asked.

“I know you too well. Plus you’ve always said this was your favorite place to relax, especially when your parents annoyed you.” Christian said as he took a seat next to her on freshly mowed grass.

“I missed you, you know. I don’t know if your mom told you, but I came looking for you that summer after I graduated from college. She said you were long gone. What happened?” Luxe asked.

“Honestly? Nothing bad I just…...I had to get out of this town. My dad was on me to take over the firm, my mom wanted me to apply myself more in school. I had enough so I just left.” Christian replied.

“You should have called me. I would have been there for you.” Luxe said. She was a little hurt that her best friend had kept this from her but she figured he had his reasons so she dropped the issue.

“I know I know but that’s in the past. But anyways your dad sent me out here to get you because dinner is being served in a few minutes.” Christian said. He stood up and held out his hand to pull her up. Luxe dusted off her clothes and headed inside with Christian. She walked in just as the servers started to bring out appetizers. As she took her seat she looked at all of the relatives and family friends and wanted to throw up. She vaguely remembered most of these people looking down upon her and her parents as they struggled to succeed. Now look at them, all gathered around her parent’s luxurious dining table ready to eat thousands of dollars worth of food. She shook those thoughts out of her head as Christian took a seat next to her. Once everyone was settled her dad lightly tapped his fork against his champagne glass and Luxe was not looking forward to whatever speech he was about to give.

“I just want to say that I’m so glad you all could make it. I am so proud of my baby girl and all that she’s achieved. TO LUXE!” Her dad cheered, the guests following his lead. One by one the guests gave speeches but Luxe and Christian were in their own little world.

“I’m sorry but this shit is boring. I need some entertainment.” Christian whispered to Luxe. Feeling his hot breath on her neck made her tingle. She shifted in her seat and Christian noticed. He smirked to himself and placed his left arm on his lap. He made sure no one was looking and slowly slipped his hand to the inside of her thighs. Luxe inhaled a sharp breath and tried her best to relax but how could she when her best friend’s hand was under her skirt. She composed herself and continued to listen to the speeches as Christian’s fingers ghosted over her lacy underwear. Thankfully the last person had just finished giving their speech and everyone was now free to eat. Luxe could still feel his hand between her legs as he lightly rubbed her through her underwear, making it extremely hard for her to eat her food.

“Ummm, I have to freshen up. Those speeches really moved me. Be right back.” Luxe quickly got up and made a beeline for their guest bathroom that was right off the dining area. She leaned over the sink and tried to calm her nerves. After about a couple minutes, she heard the door open and when she looked in the mirror she saw Christian standing behind her.

“You good?” Christian asked.

“You know damn well I’m not. What the hell was that?” Luxe asked.

“You seemed a little tense, I was just trying to help you. Plus like I said, I was bored and needed some entertainment.

“So your form of entertainment is fingering girls underneath the table in a room full of people? She asked.

“I mean I couldn’t bend you over the table so under the table was the next best thing.” He replied. He bit his lip and stared her down. Luxe kept up the eye contact, almost challenging him.

“So why are you in here? Did my dad send you to find me again?” Luxe asked.

“Does is matter why I’m here? Plus, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I saw you sitting in the garden.” Christian said. Wasting no time Luxe pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss when he suddenly pulled away. She was taken aback and got worried.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” She asked.

“Nah I’m good, it’s just…….that’s not where I wanted to kiss you.” He said as he slid to his knees. Once at eye level with her heat he pulled her skirt down and watched as it fell to her feet. He ran a finger up her soaked underwear and she let out a moan that was music to Christian’s ears. He stared at her as he moved her underwear to the side. He licked a long stripe up her slick folds and she visibly shuddered.

“I-I need more. Fuck I need more.” Luxe moaned out. Christian was more than happy to oblige. He immediately dug in. He began eating her like she was his last meal. Luxe lost her balance and he swung her leg over his shoulder. She grabbed a hold of his raven locks and tried to steady herself some more. Her other hand held onto the wall and she was losing her grip.

“Mmmm you taste so damn good. Bend over for me.” Christin demanded. Luxe obeyed and turned around and when she looked in the mirror she became even more aroused. Especially the way he was looking at her. He pushed her forwards, bending her over the counter in the bathroom. He  gave a sharp slap on the ass and inserted 2 fingers inside of her.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuuck.” Luxe moaned.

“Like I said before, I need you to be quiet.” He spoke the last part in her ear, making her shiver. He moved his fingers, massaging her insides. This drove her insane.

“Oh shit. Just like that baby oh my god.” She breathed out as he fingered her at a vigorous pace. 

“You take my fingers so well baby girl. God I can’t wait to be inside that tight little pussy.” Christian said. He pulled her up by her throat and kissed her as his fingers continued their assault on her already sensitive pussy. She could taste herself on his lips and it took all her self control not to drop to her knees and suck his dick dry.

“I’m about to come, shit I’m about to come.” Luxe cried out. Her legs gave out and she came hard. Christian didn’t stop and continued fingering her.

“Come on you can take one more, can’t you?” He teased. Luxe clung onto his jacket as he guided her through another orgasm. She was spent and had no idea how she was going to go sit at a table full of family and friends and pretend she wasn’t a soaking wet mess. Once she’d calmed down a bit she turned back around and took his fingers and licked them clean. 

“Mmmmmm. Tasty.” She said as she made eye contact when she was done. Christian’s pants felt tighter as he was rock hard. Oh he was gonna fuck the shit out of her as soon as he gets the chance. He washed his hands and helped her pull herself back together and they made their way back to the dining room.

“Ah there she is. Honey are you okay? You look a little flustered.” Luxe’s mom said.

“Yeah she’s okay. Just a little emotional that’s all. But everything is fine now.” He said. Luxe and Christian exchanged knowing looks as he pulled her chair out for her.

“Wow. Lying to my parents? Good move.” Luxe teased.

“Well I damn sure can’t tell them that I made their daughter cum twice in the span of 10 minutes.” He replied.

“You're in for a ride of your life sweetie. I plan on getting you back later on.” Luxe said as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“Oh is that a threat?” He asked.

“It’s a promise.” She replied. They clinked their glasses together and shared a look of anticipation. Both knew that their night was far from over and they were excited to explore this new side of their relationship.

[wooyunhwa2]

𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 | 𝑱𝒀

Genre: fluff, smut

part 1 | part 2

Pairing: yandere!Yunho x fem reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: choking, crying, hair pulling, rough sex, oral (giving and receiving), dom!yunho, general posessiveness, yunho is generally just kind of insane

Synopsis: He was tall, charismatic, and had a smile that could outshine the sun, but your fun date with Yunho soon proved to be more than you bargained for.

“Hey!” 

You looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. As you turned, you noticed a tall figure trotting up to you, waving a hand to get your attention. 

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right? I’m Yunho, Yeosang’s friend. Sorry, I kinda ran here. I was really worried I was gonna be late,” he said, looking a little winded, though still sporting a beaming smile. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you said, tilting your head way up to be able to make eye contact. Holy shit, he was tall. Yeosang had mentioned that, but for some reason you underestimated him a little.  

“Awesome! I mean, I’ve seen pictures of you, so technically it’s not a blind date, but close enough, right?” he laughed. 

“It’s ok, I cheated too. Yeosang showed me your Facebook profile, so I guess we’re even.” 

Though, you had to admit, he was way cuter in person. He had fluffy, platinum-blonde hair and a dark undercut, and big, friendly eyes. He was wearing a giant sky blue sweater, and it looked so soft that you kinda wanted to ask if you could touch it. Would that be weird?

“That bastard!” he faux-growled, shaking his fist at the sky. He seemed like kind of a dork, but in a cute way. He had a smile on his face that could only be compared to the literal sun. You laughed, and followed him as he walked up to the ice skate rental booth. 

“I’ll get your rentals, ok?”

“Oh, actually, I uh…” you held up the tote bag you’d been carrying. “I kinda brought my own.” You smiled sheepishly when he looked impressed. 

“Really? Do you skate a lot?”

“A little,” you said. Maybe more than just a little. You’d been skating since you were a kid, and the ice was practically your second home. You’d even won a few medals at a local figure skating tournament some years ago, but you felt a bit shy about bragging on a first date. 

“Well, you know what that means,” he said seriously. 

“...What does it mean?”

“We can race, duh!” 

He paid for his skates and grabbed them off the counter, gesturing to a bench over by the frozen lake. You sat on it and began lacing up. It was always the most annoying part, but it would be worth it once you finally got out onto the ice. He hummed while he did up his laces, taking a little longer than you to get everything tightened. You’d had plenty of practice, so it didn’t take you nearly as long as it once did. 

You glanced over at him as you waited. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were starting to turn pink from the chilly air. Wow, he was really, really cute. He caught you looking and smiled, and you quickly looked away, a little embarrassed. 

“Phew! Ready.” Yunho stood up, swaying his ankles a few times to make sure his skates were secure. “Don’t fall, ok?”

“Ha, no promises,” you said as you moved your feet onto the lake, feeling the blades slide over its frozen surface. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you do!” He glided backwards a little, holding his arms out for support if you were to fall. You weren’t worried at all about falling, but his sweater looked so soft and inviting that you couldn’t help but to fake losing balance just a little bit as an excuse to hold onto him. You let your hands rest on top of his forearms, and you were pleased to note that his sweater was even softer than it looked. He gently held onto your arms, pulling you forward with him as he moved across the ice. 

You have pretty small arms to begin with, but his hands were huge and easily wrapped around your wrists, keeping you steady. He wasn’t half bad at ice skating, and you were a little impressed. 

“You’re pretty good at this!” you said. 

“Thanks! I played some hockey in high school. I’m a little rusty, though.”

He carefully let go of your arms, spinning around so that he could skate beside you. His long legs allowed him to easily set a fast pace, and you found yourself having to work a little to keep up with him. 

“Not fair! You’re taller, so I’m at a disadvantage!” you whined playfully. 

He stuck his tongue out, giving you a cheeky smile as he took off ahead of you. Not to be bested, you dug your blades into the ice, propelling yourself forward to catch up. 

You skated until your legs were about ready to fall off, having way too much fun to stop. Yunho was a formidable opponent, nearly skating in circles around you at times. It seemed like both of you had downplayed your skills a bit. “Rusty” my ass!

“Ahh, I’m so tired. I feel like I could eat an elephant,” you panted, hands on your knees, breath forming little clouds around your head. 

“Isn’t it ‘horse?’ Like, ‘I’m so hungry I could eat a horse?’”

“I guess that just means I’m really hungry. It sounded right in my head.” 

Yunho laughed, and his eyes scrunched up a little. He really reminded you of a giant human puppy. 

“Sorry if this is kinda sudden, but… I could make you something for dinner? I’m not much of a cook, but I make a mean frozen pizza.” He looked at you sheepishly, the corners of his mouth turning up into a shy smile. 

Your mouth watered a little at the idea of carbs. You really were starving, and Yunho seemed like a total sweetheart, so why not? 

He drove you back to his place, and got to work right away on the pizzas. He had you do the honors of picking the flavors, and you chose one with pepperoni and one with chicken and veggies. He made a big deal about being impressed with your exquisite taste in cuisine, but you’re pretty sure he was just being a dork again. 

You watched Friends on his couch while you ate, laughing with your mouth full of pizza on more than one occasion. He almost choked once, which made you laugh even harder. Every now and then he’d look over at you and smile, eyes bright and cheerful, and your heart would skip a beat just a little. He had to be the sweetest guy you’d ever met in your life. Like, he was practically a ray of sunshine on two legs. 

You helped him rinse off your plates in the sink after the episode finished, wanting to be a little helpful at least since he made you dinner and all. You accidentally splashed him at one point, and he declared war, getting payback by dipping his hand under the faucet stream and flicking droplets all across your face. You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut and laughing as drops of water assaulted your cheeks. 

You stumbled back a bit, and he moved his hands up to your waist, keeping you steady. When you opened your eyes, he was right in front of you, eyes flickering down to your lips. You placed your hands against the soft fabric over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your palms. Your heart fluttered a little, watching how his long eyelashes moved as he took in the details of your face from up close. His hands slid around to your back, gently holding you there. 

“You’re so cute. Can I kiss you?” Yunho said, tightening his hands around your waist, pulling you close against his body. His face was so close to yours, and you balled your hands up in his sweater and pulled him closer instead of answering with words. Everything about him was soft and warm, and you melted against his lips as he kissed you sweetly. 

When you were this close, it became apparent just how small you were next to him. He had to bend over to be able to reach you, and you stood on your tippy toes to gain some height. This worked a little, but it was still a bit of a pain on both ends. Suddenly, you yelped in surprise as you felt your feet leave the ground. With his large hands gripping your waist, he effortlessly lifted you up and set you onto the counter. 

Yunho laughed, guiding your legs around his waist as he went to kiss you again. It was easier that time, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you found a comfortable rhythm. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you welcomed it, eagerly reciprocating his motions. You felt his hands drop from your waist down to your thighs, giving them a sudden squeeze. 

“God,” Yunho said, pulling back from the kiss and leaning into your ear. “You’d look so cute choking on my cock.” 

A chill ran down your spine. His sudden change in attitude stunned you, and you gasped as he sank his teeth into your neck, leaving a bruise just beneath your jaw. Your legs involuntarily tightened around him, pulling his hips closer, and he took it as an invitation to pull you against his crotch. He kissed you again, but harder this time, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. The room was suddenly much too hot. 

You fisted your hands in his hair, tugging it with your fingers, and he groaned into your mouth, squeezing your ass hard. You could feel his cock getting hard as he grinded his hips against yours, any shred of his gentle demeanor from earlier having gone right out the window. How the hell was this the same cute guy from earlier? 

His fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric of your sweater up to your chest. He yanked down one side of your bra and leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your breast. You couldn’t help the moans that spilled from your lips as he swirled his tongue in circular motions, flicking and sucking at your nipple. You cried out as he bit down, but despite the pain, your panties were starting to feel damp. 

He moved to the other side, pulling your bra down to do the same to the other nipple. That time, though, he ran a hand up your leg until it came to rest on your pussy, thumb rubbing circles over your clit on top of your leggings. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, overwhelmed by both sensations at once. He pulled back, removing his hands for a moment to pull your shirt all the way off and roughly threw it to the floor. He practically ripped your bra off, clearly not having it anymore. You held yourself up with your hands, lifting your ass up off the counter so that Yunho could slide your leggings and panties off, dropping them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.  

“Fuck, you look so good,” he said against your lips, pushing your legs farther apart. “Wanted this from the moment I saw you.”

He left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, leaving bruises along your throat as he stopped to suck and bite at the skin. He continued licking down your chest and stomach, then settled down on his knees, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. He licked along your inner thigh, teasingly slow, and he looked up at you with a smirk like he knew he was driving you crazy. 

You squirmed helplessly as he chomped down on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and it was clear he enjoyed dragging out this teasing as long as possible. 

“A-ah,” you said, half because of the pain, and finally, finally, he was dragging his tongue over the folds of your pussy. He gave his tongue a few swipes, then circled it around your clit, kissing and sucking on it with more intensity until he had you pushing your hips against his face for more. 

Just when you felt yourself starting to approach the brink of a climax, he pulled back, smiling devilishly. “Aw, sorry, did you want to cum?” 

You were too flabbergasted to speak, panting heavily as you looked down at his face between your legs. You were stuck somewhere between confused and angry, and still very horny. 

“You’re gonna have to earn it,” he said, punctuating the thought with a deceptively sweet peck. 

He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, and you scrambled to wrap your legs around him to keep from falling. He carried you to his room and tossed you into the bed, less than gentle about it, and quickly discarded his clothes. 

It was fairly dark in the room, with only the light from the hallway creeping in from the door, but you could clearly see the outline of his cock as it popped free from his boxers. You felt your jaw drop a little bit. Big? Fucking understatement. 

“Come here,” Yunho said, gesturing with his finger. “On your knees.”

You obeyed, and scooted off the bed and sank to your knees in front of him. You swallowed, feeling intimidated at the prospect of fitting all of that in your mouth. 

“Be a good girl for me and you’ll get to cum later, ok?” He looked down at you, his gaze dark. 

He cupped your chin in his hand, making you look up at him from your somewhat degrading position. You nodded, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. 

You gave the tip of it a conservative lick, sucking lighty to test the waters. He made a noise in his throat, and you took it as encouragement to take more of it into your mouth. You opened wider, squeezing your eyes shut as you took in as much as you could without gagging. 

He only gave you a second to adjust before fisting his hand in your hair and shoving your head forward, making you gag as you took more than you could handle. You pulled back, gasping for air, but his hand was still tangled in your hair, forcing you back onto his cock. Your scalp stung as he moved your head back and forth, and you did your best not to choke as the tip hit the back of your throat again and again. 

“That’s good, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck, yeah, take it all.”

There were tears streaming down your face as you fought hard against your gag reflex, and you focused on breathing through your nose for air. Finally he let you go, and you pulled off, breathing hard, bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away the tears.

He brought both hands up to your face, caressing your hair and brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones, helping to wipe away the wetness. You were sure you looked wrecked, with swollen lips and mascara smeared to all hell across your face. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty. I wanna make you mine so bad.” Yunho guided you up, having you sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you once again, and shoved your legs apart, forcing you to fall back clumsily onto the bed. 

He ate you out again, more hungrily this time, and you really hoped he planned on following through with his promise. He slid one of his long fingers into you, twisting and crooking it, making lewd wet sounds as he used it to fuck you. He slid it out, and dipped his tongue into your pussy, fucking you with his tongue as he used his thumb to play with your clit. He didn’t relent, going harder as he sensed you were getting close, and you couldn’t stop the way your hips instinctively bucked up onto his face as the pleasure overwhelmed your whole body. 

“F-fuck, Yunho!” you cried, hips twitching and arching up off the bed as you came. Your legs felt shaky, and you needed a second to take a breather, but Yunho was straddling you, trapping you with his body against the bed, bringing a hand up and squeezing it around your throat. He placed a finger up to your lips--the one that had been inside you--and pushed it into your mouth, running it along your tongue. You instinctively sealed your lips around it, meeting his lusty gaze as you sucked it clean. 

The way he was looking at you was kind of scary, eyes fixed on your lips and hand getting tighter around your throat. You coughed as breathing started to get difficult, and he let go of you, hopping off the bed. 

He grabbed both of your ankles and flipped you over, making you land breathlessly on your stomach. You could hear his footsteps as he walked somewhere in the room, then came the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and in a moment he was straddling you from behind, tearing open a condom and rolling it onto his cock. 

He grabbed your hips and roughly yanked you up, backing your ass into him and making you sit on all fours. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he gritted, digging his nails into your ass as he lined himself up with your pussy. With hardly any warning, he pushed his cock in, and the size of it nearly made you scream. Yunho groaned as it entered you, pushing until it was in all the way. You couldn’t help any of the sounds you were making, it was all too overwhelming in that moment. 

He started thrusting slowly at first, but the thrusts quickly grew faster and harder, pounding you so hard you could barely breathe. And then you really couldn’t breathe--his hand had come up and clenched over your throat, cutting off your screams. His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back with a choked cry. All concept of pain or pleasure sort of started to fade away, your vision going fuzzy and your ears ringing over the sound of him fucking you. 

For a second you thought you might actually pass out, but luckily he let go just in time. You gasped for air, hands fisting into the sheets. Yunho grabbed onto your hip bones with almost bruising force, digging his nails in as he came, spitting profanities as he gave one last hard thrust. 

You collapsed to the bed, limbs feeling totally useless. Your back was drenched in sweat--whose it was, you weren’t really sure--and you felt like you could probably sleep for ten years or so. Yunho left the room for a second, then came back with a towel. He ran it along your back and your legs, wiping up the sweat and whatever other body fluids were present, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder as he did so. 

He ran his hands through your hair, combing out the tangles, and it was soothing enough to push you over the edge of exhaustion into the realm of sleep. As you drifted off, you could feel Yunho wrap his arms around you, his warm skin pressing against yours underneath the blanket. Like a switch, he went back to being the sweet person you had met earlier at the lake. Like he hadn’t just done some kind of Jekyll and Hyde kind of shit. 

As you fell asleep, you could only vaguely form one coherent thought.

What the fuck just happened?

[jeonsjiddies]

say my name | myg (m)

BANNER BY THE AMAZINGLY TALENTED @excusemin 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

summary: Jealous Yoongi eats you out while you’re on a work video call. 

rating- explicit / 18+

word count-  1k

pairing- Yoongi x reader

genre- smut

Warnings: mentions of jealousy, swearing,  oral (f recieving), exhibitionism (kind of), super unprofessional meeting activities lol

A/N: Hey look, I can actually write stuff under 5k. Who knew. Here’s a Yoongi drabble that i whipped up in like 30 minutes.

“Wow, Y/N, that was very insightful, thank you for the positive feedback!” your co-worker, Dong-hyun grins, seemingly soaking in every word you said and basking in your praise.

“Absolutely. You did a wonderful job on this presentation!” you smiled.

You were working from home amidst the pandemic, and were currently on a Zoom call with your team, discussing a presentation that your coworker had created to discuss the data collected for the previous month. You’d commented on how well put together the presentation had been, and your coworker had been delighted to hear your praise. He always did hang on your every word. 

You heard a huff from the corner of the room and looked over to see your boyfriend glaring in your direction, his minty hair falling into his face, blocking your view of his obsidian eyes momentarily before he flicked his hair with annoyance. You muted yourself and turned to him.

“Everything okay, Yoongs?” you wondered.

“Could you refrain from flirting with your coworker when I’m right here?” he hissed, but there was no real bite to his words. 

“I am not flirting!” you gasp.

“I love the way you did this, Dong-hyun. I love the way you do that.” he mocked, crossing his arms in defiance. 

“Yoongi, you’re being an ass.” you huffed. “I don’t have time for this, you can pout like a big baby after my meeting.” 

You turned and unmuted your mic and failed to see the shocked and irritated look on Yoongi’s face as you dismissed him. You didn’t see his look of defiance, didn’t hear him cross the room. You felt something brush against your ankles just as your boss began explaining the next steps for the development of the project you were working on. You glanced down and found Yoongi between your legs under your desk, smirking up at you. You once again muted yourself.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“I think you need to be reminded who this pretty pussy belongs to.” Yoongi purred, placing open-mouthed kisses along your thigh.

“Yoongi! I am on a video call!” you gasped, attempting to close your legs but his strong arms were quick to shoot out and force them open again.

“Keep your video and sound on. Try not to get caught.” he smirked, waiting for you to unmute yourself.

“Y/N, can you comment on this?” your boss inquired.

“I’m sorry sir, my uh… cat distracted me. What was the question?” you asked, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Yoongi took this opportunity to push your panties to the side, letting his finger graze your now-slick folds. Your quiet squeak of disapproval only spurred him on as he leaned in, allowing his tongue to glide over your clit. 

“What strategies did we discuss at our last meeting to ensure that we meet our goal next quarter?” he repeated, looking a little annoyed.

“Ah, yes… we… we said that we would um… oh-” you coughed into your arm, stifling the moan that threatened to spill out as Yoongi wrapped his plump lips around your swollen bud and sucked, using the distraction to slip the finger that had been teasing your folds into your entrance.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” your boss asked, narrowing his eyes at you in concern.

“Yes, I’m… I’m fine… I believe we had decided to focus on ads and social MEDIA posting.” you gasped, breathing labored.

“That’s right, thank you for the reminder.” your boss shot you a strange look.

You placed your head in your hands, peeking through your fingers at Yoongi, who was slipping another finger into your sopping hole while you bit down on the skin of your palm to keep quiet. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you saw satisfaction swimming in them. The sight of your boyfriend on his knees between your thighs, face buried in your cunt had you clenching around his fingers, which he curled just right, knowing your body better than anyone else. You groaned into your palm, completely ignoring your meeting as you watched him devour you like a man starved.

He pumped his fingers in and out of your heat while assaulting your clit with his tongue, and your walls tightened around his fingers as you neared the edge. You began rocking your hips into his face as the coil inside you threatened to snap. Your erratic breathing could be heard by your coworkers but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?” Dong-hyun asked.

“Yes, I’m just… not… feeling… WELL. OH GOD.” you groaned as Yoongi gave a harsh suck of your clit at hearing Dong-hyun speak. 

You were thrown over the edge, your orgasm causing your whole body to shudder as you bit down harshly on your hand to keep the noises from spilling out, frantically rocking your hips against Yoongi’s mouth as he drank up all your juices and worked you through your high. Once your body stopped shaking, you looked up from your arm to see your entire Zoom meeting staring at you.

“Maybe you should see a doctor…” Dong-hyun suggested with a worried expression.

Panting, you nodded in agreement. 

“I think I’ll go make an appointment… Will someone email me the minutes for this later? Thank you.” you spoke breathlessly.

“I will.” Dong-hyun offered cheerily.

“Thank you.” you sent him a weak smile before exiting the meeting and glaring at your boyfriend, perched between your thighs with a smirk on his swollen lips. 

He ran his tongue seductively along them, cleaning off your juices that covered them and dripped down his chin.

“I bet Dong-hyun couldn’t make you cum that hard.” he grinned triumphantly. 

“I hate you.” you hissed.

“You love me and you know it.” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes but scooted back, allowing him to stand, and pressed a kiss to his swollen lips. 

“I do love you, asshole.” you giggled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt towards your bed.

“I love you too. Now, let’s see how many times I can make you cum.” he wiggled his eyebrows, pushing your body back against the bed and hovering over you.

“I kind of like jealous Yoongi.” you giggled, tearing your shirt off and watching as he did the same, “Maybe I should flirt with Dong-hyun more often.” 

His eyes darkened and narrowed into slits.

“But baby, my name is the one you’ll be screaming tonight.” 

[bauslut]

ii. what makes a man?

pairing: aaron hotchner x rowan rivers

word count: 3.840k

warnings: canon typical violence -- blood, gore, mentions of murder, discussion of murder, discussion of weapons, cursing, trauma, dealing with trauma, death of children

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“here you are,” jj bore a kind smile as she slid a manila folder towards the brunette, “here’s your official welcome to the bau. i’m sorry it wasn’t on more.. positive terms.”

“oh,.it’s quite all right,” rowan’s eyes widened, “this is what we’re here--”

“she’s sitting in my spot,” rossi chuckled, “but i don’t mind.”

“are you sure?” rowan stammered, a rosy blush painting her cheeks, “i-i can get up and move--”

“don’t sweat it,” rossi nodded curtly, “there are plenty of open seats.”

“hey baby girl,” a wide, jovial, grin painted morgan’s lips as a woman entered the room, her blonde locks intricately woven into an up-do, “don’t you look delicious today?”

“as always,” the woman scrunched her nose, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, “how are you this morning baby-cakes?”

“hey there!” a chirp startled rowan, sounding from her left, “i’m emily, but around here, i’m referred to as prentiss.”

she was met with kind eyes, a warm mocha hue. they were bright, glimmering as they followed every minute movement as rowan studied her features. the woman was gorgeous without a doubt, with full lips and an oblong face. her hair was luscious, parted down the middle, styled into bouncy curls.

“hi,” rowan breathed, sticking out a hand, “i’m rowan riv--”

“i am afraid we do not have time for introductions,” a stern voice echoed through the space, “we are fbi agents, not kindergartners. we can have icebreakers or whatever it is you’re doing on the jet.”

rowan choked back a sharp retort as hotch strode towards a whiteboard, his spine straightened, chest puffed out slightly. sliding into her seat, her hands settled on the armrests, a puff of air exhaling from her lips. she was sandwiched between two seasoned agents, as morgan was munching on a bag of cookies on her left, prentiss sifting through papers to her right.

maybe if she just shut her mouth, she would blend in and he wouldn’t pay any sort of attention to her. which, wasn’t such a bad idea in the moment. the less he focused on her and berated her, the better.

“cookie?” morgan rattled the bag.

“not right now. thank you though,” rowan whispered, lips curving into a small smile.

“i’m about to begin discussing the case,” hotch shot rowan a glare, words barbed with venom, “so listen up.”

he pinned several images on the board, bile rising in rowan’s throat as her focus transitioned to the pictures. prentiss sucked in a shaky breath, while morgan muttered a strand of incoherent sentences.

the images progressively became more grotesque as they spanned across the board. mangled, beaten, and bloodied corpses were presented, the bile approaching the back of her mouth as she realized the age range.

the bodies were children, their jugulars slashed, lacerations and bruises littering their tiny frames.

“there has been a surge of murders in the rural farm town of homer, illinois. in the past week, there have been a total of five. all of the victims were children, with no specific physical attributes,” hotch cleared his throat, “however, all of them bear one aspect in common.”

“they’re all boys,” reid murmured, “from the images it appears as if they’re about ages eleven or twelve.”

“then they are pre-pubescent boys,” rowan’s voice was clear, pairs of eyes falling on her as she spoke, “i’ve seen something like this before, when i was working in columbus. we had a ring of traffickers who preferred this age range.”

“and?” morgan arched a brow, “why pre-pubescent boys?”

“hotch,” rowan nearly trembled as the supervisor’s cold gaze shifted on her, “i-if i may ask, were there any signs of assault or rape?”

“the severity of sexual assault varied on each victim.”

“you said that they have no physical attributes in common but looking at these photos,” reid shook his head slightly, “the brunettes are the only ones who have lacerations covering their entire bodies. the blondes, the only sign of violence demonstrated is the murder itself, the incision along the jugular.”

“could it be that our unsub has something against brunettes?” morgan inquired.

“potentially,” rowan blinked, scanning over the text, “it also says here in the autospies that the only boys who were sexually assaulted were the brunettes. i may be going on a whim here, but i think our unsub is lashing out on the brunettes for a reason. it could be power, dominance, you name it. perhaps the hair color is a stressor, or was the initial stressor. he might be reliving a traumatic event from his childhood.”

rossi whistled, “look at you, rivers. already building a profile and we’ve only met for five minutes.”

“sadly i’ve seen a lot of this before,” rowan let out a sigh, rustling through papers, “it also says here that the bodies were all found at homer lake forest preserve. i have a strong premonition that our unsub is male.”

“and what makes you say that?” hotch countered.

“by the way the bodies were handled,” rowan shrugged, “they were beaten, mutilated, and dragged through the woods. the amount of physical strength to do that is just an inherent trait males have."

“how were the bodies discovered?” jj bit her lip, a trace of fear glimmering in her icy blue depths.

“they were found by a new fisherman every morning around dawn, in the same location. they were located about half a mile from the entrance of the preserve,” hotch tossed the file onto the table, “our unsub is bold.”

“he wanted the bodies to be found,” rossi added, “he’s arrogant.”

“or he’s sloppy,” rowan remarked, “he’s devolving. he could be killing just on that need burning within him, with no remorse or any sort of emotion within him at all--”

“we need to get to homer as soon as possible,” hotch interrupted, glancing at his phone, “it’s ten o’clock in the morning. it’s only a matter of time before another body is found.”

“where’s the closest airport?” jj folded her arms across her chest.

“willard airport in champaign-urbana,” reid piped up, “other than that, the other closest one is in bloomington-normal.”

“and how do you know that?” morgan’s eyes widened.

“champaign-urbana is the home of the university of illinois,” reid swallowed thickly, “i’ve been there a few times. it’s an exceptional school for engineering, truly one of the greatest in the country--”

“all right, all right,” morgan stuck out a hand, “you answered my question.”

“wheels up in thirty,” hotch announced, plucking the file off the shiny wood.

rowan followed the others in suit, filing out of the space. trailing reid, she was the second last to leave the room, hotch right behind her, deep, smooth, voice filling her ears.

“i need to speak with you agent rivers.”

“yes?” she swiveled on her heel, facing the supervisor, folding her arms across her chest.

“i hope you’re aware that i do not tolerate any sort of childlike behavior. we’re not teenagers reuniting on the first day of class. i did not appreciate the interruptions in my conference room. you can socialize on your own time.”

“you’ve never once interrupted anything in your entire life? wow, you really must be mr. perfect. i mean look at you, all put together. i doubt you’ve even done anything wrong in your life you’re so per--”

“you realize you’re speaking to your boss with this tone, right?”

“i don’t fucking care,” tears brimmed rowan’s eyes, “this is my first day and it’s even worse than i could have ever imagined.”

“excuse me?”

“you’ve really made sure i’ve had a warm welcome to the bau, mr. perfect,” rowan scoffed, rolling her eyes, “it’s been an amazing first day, i’ll tell you that.”

for just a moment, hotch’s tough exterior cracked, a flicker of sympathy flashing in his gaze, “i’m sorry.”

“‘i’m sorry’?”

hotch paused, inhaling a deep breath, “i was going to write you up. however, i may have been a little too harsh on you. after all, this is your first day. strauss put in a good word for you, and i want to see your skill set out in the field. come on, we’re going to be left behind.”

******

“gotta love the midwest,” morgan placed his hands on his hips, chest rising and falling.

“you love it?” reid’s lips curled in disgust, “it smells like manure.”

“it smells like home,” rowan giggled, shouldering her way through the men, “c’mon, let’s go.”

“well she’s eager,” rossi chuckled, turning to hotch, “where are we setting up?”

“there’s the local p.d. in homer,” hotch slung his bag over his shoulder, “the station is only about four miles from the forest preserve.”

“i was doing some reading on the village of homer,” reid stated, “there’s only about one thousand people who live there. it’s such a tiny place, and as hotch mentioned, it’s only four miles from the preserve, surely the unsub lives there.”

“or he lives close to the lake,” rowan pointed out, “there are so many homes out there surrounding the lake in the countryside. with these rural communities, your neighbors could be a mile down the road, or miles away. it gives him the perfect opportunity to make frequent trips to the lake without being noticed.”

“you make a good point rivers,” hotch remarked, “we’ll have to keep that in mind when we investigate the lake and the surrounding woods.”

“this murder isn’t going to solve itself,” rossi cleared his throat, nodding his head towards the cluster of suvs, “we need to get to the police department and we’re losing time.”

stepping into the vehicle, rowan slid into the back seats, figuring that hotch would take the wheel, while rossi would sit shotgun. yet, curiosity buzzed in her mind as rossi took the wheel, while reid settled into the passenger seat.

“you’ve got to be shitting me,” she muttered as hotch thrust open the door, “rossi, are you usually the one who drives?”

“typically, no,” in the rearview mirror, rowan snorted when she noticed the shit-eating grin plastered on the agent’s face, “but i figured that you and hotch would love to get to know one another on the way there.”

“can i pick the station?” reid bounced in the seat, hands flying to the knobs and levers.

“pick something good, find an oldies station or something. maybe they’ll play back in black,” within seconds, the suburban was in motion, rossi revving the engine, “i plan on racing morgan, jj, and prentiss to the station. whoever loses has to buy dinner.”

“this is ridiculous,” hotch rolled his eyes, the vibration of his phone piquing rowan’s curiosity.

“by the way,” reid turned in his seat, facing hotch, “who’s been calling you so frequently today?”

“haley,” rowan tilted her head as the name spat from hotch’s mouth, “it’s not important.”

haley. from the sound of it, she was hotch’s significant other, girlfriend, fiancee, even a spouse, maybe. rowan’s eyes drifted downwards to his lap, where his hands rested on his knees. in the light, a golden band gleamed on his left ring finger.

so, hotch was married. he had a wife.

but there was something in his tone that was unsettling. were they fighting? having the typical lover’s quarrel? maybe that’s why hotch was so distant and cruel, he was constantly dealing with his marriage.

“so tell us a little about you, rowan,” rossi was far ahead of the other suburban, shades resting on the bridge of his nose, “i never got an icebreaker.”

rowan scoffed, fidgeting in the leather seat, “there’s not anything too riveting, i can spare you guys the details.”

in the corner of her eye, rowan felt his eyes pierce through her, digging deeps within the confines of her psyche. he was profiling her, desperate to get some sort of read. perhaps he was well aware of how uncomfortable she was by rossi’s query. the way her palms were slick against her pants, sweat prints clinging to the fabric. the way her cheeks were tainted pink, her jaw tightened, throat dry.

“didn’t you go to ohio state for undergrad?” reid licked his thumb, scouring through some novel or book.

“yeah,” she nodded, “i’m from a tiny town in ohio, called tiffin. i went to ohio state for an undergrad in psychology, along with a few minors in criminal justice, linguistics, spanish, so on. i stayed there for grad school since i loved the city, and the university. from there, the bureau picked me up from the academy, and i was thrown into the infamous case.”

“the child sex-trafficking bust,” hotch murmured, “i remember glancing over that in your file.”

“how long did that case go on?” rossi turned the radio dial, lowering the volume.

“longer than it should’ve been,” rowan brought a hand to her temple, a dull pain seeping into her skull, “hey, does anyone have ibuprofen?”

hotch’s eyes softened, concern painting his features, “i think i have some in my briefcase. hang on.”

rowan brought a bottle of water to her lips, sipping as hotch placed a couple of pills in her open palm. as he set them in her hand, skin grazed skin, her heart skipping a beat.

for someone as rough and callused as hotch, his hands were so utterly soft.

“thank you,” she whispered, “i appreciate it.”

“of course,” he murmured, “do you usually get frequent headaches?”

“yeah,” rowan admitted, a new wave of blush spreading, “i’m just prone to them i guess.”

“the humidity is also high today,” reid remarked, “and from the way the wind just picked up, along with the darkness of the clouds, i think it’s going to storm. your headache could be from the low pressure.”

“fantastic,” rowan threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, “you know reid, that’s kinda a myth.”

“actually research has been inconclusive.”

“how many did you take?” hotch nudged rowan, inflections of concern within his inquisition.

“six.”

“jesus christ,” rossi’s lips pursed, “are you trying to kill your liver?”

“we’ll see about that,” a giggle bubbled up in rowan’s throat.

as the suburban sailed down the interstate, her lashes fluttered, sleep threatening to pull her into its clutches. she blinked, rubbing soothing circles onto her temple, lips falling to a frown as a dull pain seeped into her forehead.

biting her lip, she fought back tears, inhaling a shaky breath. this was no place to show any weakness.

not with him around.

*****

“good afternoon, chief sellers. i’m supervisory special agent hotchner with the fbi,” hotch stated, his voice ringing with authority as he shook an officer’s hand, “and these are my colleagues.”

“thank god you’re here,” the officer’s voice was hoarse, wavering as he spoke, “it’s been a living nightmare these past few days.”

“i can only imagine,” jj murmured under her breath, “there’s someone out there killing little boys.”

“he looks so shaken up,” prentiss exhaled, folding her arms across her chest.

“we had most of the state p.d. flock out here once the second body was discovered,” chief sellers cleared his throat, his focus directed on hotch, “we’re all doing the best we can, but of course, as other duties call, we tend to be short-handed at times.”

“we’re going to do everything in our power to help,” rossi’s words were warm, brimmed with sincerity, “we’ll catch this guy, i promise.”

“and we’ll help you all in every way we can,” chief sellers nodded curtly, “anything you folks need, let us know.���

“should we start by heading out to the crime scene?” hotch inquired, “it might also be best to split some of us up.”

“of course,” chief sellers strode over to a pair of state officers, “these men will escort you to the scene. what else do you need?”

hotch’s eyes flickered over to his team, “i want morgan, reid, and rossi to go investigate the scene. prentiss and jj, would you speak with some of the locals? we need to gather as much information as possible in order to rule out anyone or gain essential details about our unsub.”

“what about me?” rowan coughed.

“you’re staying with me here at the station,” he commanded, “and you’re going to answer every phone call we get from garcia.”

“good luck newbie,” rowan rolled her eyes as morgan teased her, his breath hot against her ear.

“you might want to listen to morgan,” rossi shot her a wink, “you’re going to need it.”

“thanks,” the reply was a deadpan, the agent’s shoulders slumping as hotch approached her, “putting me on a short leash, are we?”

“you’re the one who understands the profile of our unsub the best,” he retorted, “and before you fire back with another verbal assault, think before you speak. this is your big girl job now. act like it.”

“don’t you think it’s interesting that the unsub stopped killing?” hotch murmured a few words of gratitude to an officer who handed him a coffee, cocking his head as he took a sip.

“do you think that there’s a reason behind that?”

“possibly,” rowan shrugged, denying the same styrofoam cup, “hey, where’s the closest gas station?”

“about half a mile away,” the officer replied coolly, “would you like a ride? a few of the guys and i are going to pick up pizzas for lunch.”

“i’m okay,” she paused, running a hand through her hair, “thank you, though.’

“you don’t like hot coffee?”

“i prefer iced,” the agent muttered, surveying the empty desks, “i assume they cleared some space for us?”

“indeed,” hotch huffed, “if your phone rings, assume it’s garcia.”

“i feel like i’m at columbus p.d. all over again,” the brunette slid into the seat, rolling a few inches as she plucked the file out of her briefcase.

“well this is nowhere near that,” hotch rolled his eyes, leaning against the wooden surface.

“well it sure feels like it,” his throat tightened as her eyes drifted upwards, locking with his, “it sure fucking feels like it. now, if you don’t mind, i’m going to look over the file.”

“would you like some company, agent rivers?”

“i’m sure you have ‘unit chief’ matters to tend to,” the words were barbed, hot and venomous as she spat them out, “hovering around your new recruit like she’s some child is quite ridiculous don’t you think?”

“i should have you turn in your badge right now.”

“you seem like you’re all bark and no bite. you scolded me only only hours ago about the conference room, threatening to write me up. that tough exterior of yours is only an act. or at least, i think it is. you’re not going to write me up until you have a valid reason to. also, like you claimed earlier, ‘strauss put in a good word for me.’ i know you won’t terminate me. plus, you just went through all of that paperwork to get me here. do you really want to go through all of that again?”

“you piss me off.”

“good,” she puckered her lips, “maybe you should chat about that with strauss hmm? she’d probably just tell you to suck it up and that i’m here to stay.”

hotch’s jaw clenched, prepared to retaliate, yet the vibration in his pocket distracted him momentarily, the shrill ringtone piercing through the air, “yes?”

biting her tongue, rowan glanced back at the file, bringing her hand to her cheek. part of her was wailing, screaming and kicking, fighting the urge to study those horrid images. but the other part was driven, adrenaline coursing through her veins, pumping into her body.

even the slightest detail that she hadn’t noticed initially would be immensely helpful to building the profile, piecing together who this deranged individual was. flipping through the photos, rowan’s eyes narrowed.

although the team held a short briefing before departing from headquarters, there was one minor aspect about the way the bodies were laying in the shrubbery. the boys were all on their backs, dried blood coating sliced flesh. not a single article of clothing framed their bodies, just the thin layer of briefs or boxers.

her heart lurched as one arm was pressed tightly against their sides, while the other was raised. right hands pointed upwards, three fingers: the index, middle, and ring. yet, the pinky connected with the thumb, almost as if the children were purposely holding up three fingers.

“garcia called with an update,” his voice floated into her ears, “with the bits and pieces fed to her from jj and prentiss, we still have a lot of ground to cover. are you up for a drive?”

“wait,” rowan held up a hand, “hotch, were you ever a member of the boy scouts?”

his brow furrowed, confusion settling across his features, “what?”

“just look,” she huffed, gesturing to the images, “look at the way the unsub left their bodies. it’s a clear message, almost like how he dumped the bodies in clear sight. his arrogance blinded him, goading him to taunt us. but little did he know i would see right through his bluff. i think he stopped the killing spree because he knew we’d be looking for him. it’s like he wants us to find him.”

leaning over, hotch’s chest hovered above her shoulder blade, a hand settling on the desk. the ghost of his badge hung over her cheek, a speck of white in her peripheral vision. a hum rose in his throat, “you’re onto something here. let me call garcia.”

“did i make a break in the case?”

“perhaps, but don’t let that get to your head,” the supervisor brought his phone to his ear, “hey, garcia, i need you to run something for me. how many boy scout troops are in champaign county?”

*****

“you up for some drinks tonight?” prentiss giggled, wrapping her jacket around her shoulders, “it’s all on me, especially since we should be celebrating your first case with the bau!”

“i’m fine,but thank you,” rowan beamed, “i still have a forty minute drive ahead of me. i shouldn’t stay out too late.”

“oh come on,” jj groaned, “we won’t be out for long. just a couple rounds.”

“pleaseeee?” garcia practically pranced over to rowan, jutting her bottom lip out, “we don’t know a single thing about you. hotch had you under his watch all day.”

“okay,” she exhaled, “a few drinks, and then i need to get to my apartment. i’ve barely finished unpacking so i’ll have to rummage for my towels and pajamas when i get back.”

“you have an apartment?” prentiss queried, “do you have a roommate or do you live alone? did you bring a boyfriend with you, by chance?”

rowan blinked, “uh, no. i live alone.”

“good thing you’re a fbi agent huh?” garcia winked, “c’mon, we know the perfect bar.”

“maybe we’ll get you loosened up and you can spill some secrets,” jj chuckled, the sound airy and light.

“sometimes,” rowan felt the corner of her lips tug into a wide grin, “sometimes i truly wonder what i’m getting myself into working with all these other profilers.”

*****

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