#oh to have my legs across his lap and his chest against mine

[doll-elvis]

the way that if I were Elvis’ costar I would purposely mess up every take of this makeout sequence so we could do it over and over and over again 😩

[hsnlv]

“all mine.” (altered) | s.jy

pairing: boyfriend!jake x fem!reader

synopsis: a moment of doubt clouds your mind, but jake’s gentle touch and heartfelt words remind you just how loved and perfect you truly are in his eyes.

warnings/others: insecurity, jake is sickeningly sweet in this one :(

wc: 1.04k

a/n: as written, this is actually my old work that i decided to re-write! i hope this will give you comfort like it does to me <3 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!! happy reading my loves🎀 here’s my masterlist!

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“c’mere,” jake pats his lap with that playful grin you can never resist, the one that makes your heart do flips. his voice is soft but teasing, like he’s already expecting you to curl up in his arms. it’s your spot—his lap, his warmth, his everything. it’s where you feel safest, where you always feel loved.

but today, you hesitate. something in you feels… different. heavier. you glance down at your thighs, your stomach, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror out of the corner of your eye. it’s silly, really. you know it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but the thought sneaks in anyway.

“i’m fine,” you mumble, staying rooted in place. your arms fold over your stomach as you avoid his gaze, hoping he won’t push.

but he’s jake.

he notices everything.

his teasing smile fades just a little, replaced with that soft, tender look he gets when he knows you’re feeling off.

“baby,” he says, his voice gentle as he scoots closer. his arms reach for you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you to him like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “what’s wrong?”

you shake your head, trying to brush it off. “nothing. just tired.”

“hmm.” he doesn’t buy it. not for a second. instead, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing lightly against your skin as he murmurs, “tired of what, hmm? me? ‘cause if that’s the case, you’re breaking my heart here.”

you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you, though you try to smother it. “jake…”

“there she is,” he teases, pulling back just enough to look at you. his fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face toward his. “there’s my girl. now, are you gonna tell me what’s really going on? or do i have to guess?”

you hesitate again, biting your lip, but the way he’s looking at you… like you’re the only thing in the universe that matters. it’s too much.

“i don’t know,” you finally mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just… i feel… different today.”

his brows knit together, confusion flickering across his face for a moment before realization dawns.

“oh,” he breathes out, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “it’s one of those days, huh?”

you nod, feeling a little silly now. “yeah.”

jake sighs, but not in frustration. it’s that soft, loving sigh he does when he’s about to say something that’ll make your heart melt.

“baby,” he starts, pulling you closer until you’re practically sitting in his lap, your legs draped over his. his hands settle on your waist, holding you like you’re something precious. “you know none of that stuff matters to me, right? like… at all. i don’t care if you think you feel different or look different. to me, you’re always gonna be my favorite person.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “you’re just saying that.”

“i’m not!” he insists, looking mock-offended. “do you want me to prove it? i’ll prove it. actually—hold on.”

before you can stop him, he’s reaching for his phone, typing furiously with one hand while the other keeps you firmly in place. a second later, he holds up the screen.

“you’re literally the prettiest person i’ve ever seen and i will fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“there,” he declares proudly. “proof. now you can’t argue with me.”

you snort, burying your face in his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re gorgeous,” he counters, his voice dropping to that soft, serious tone that always makes your chest ache in the best way.

his hands trail down to your thighs, squeezing gently. “see these? i love these. and this?” he taps your nose lightly, grinning when you scrunch it up. “adorable. and don’t even get me started on your smile. do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on anything when you’re smiling at me?”

“jake…” you mumble, your face heating up as you try to hide your grin.

“nope. not done,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “this face? my favorite. this laugh?” he pokes your side, earning a giggle. “even better. and don’t even think about arguing with me, because i’ll just keep going until you agree.”

you laugh again, the sound light and genuine this time, and jake’s smile grows even wider.

“there she is,” he murmurs, his voice warm and full of adoration. “that’s my girl.”

he leans down, guiding you gently onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he peppers kisses across your face.

“mine,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“all mine,” he adds, brushing his lips against your nose.

“the most perfect girl in the whole world,” he finishes, punctuating his words with a kiss to your lips.

you can’t help but giggle. “jake.”

“yeah?” he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours while his face is plastered with that stupidly handsome boyish grin he has always had.

“you make it really hard to stay upset, you know that?”

his lips twitch into a smile. “good. that’s kind of the point.”

“so beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “it’s actually unreal.”

“stop,” you mumble, your cheeks heating up again.

“never,” he replies, grinning as he leans down to press kisses all over your face. each kiss sends a flutter through your chest, the warmth of his lips chasing away the lingering insecurities in your mind.

“you’re impossible,” you manage through a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“and you’re perfect,” he counters, his voice soft and earnest.

his hand moves to brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.”

it’s in the way he says it—like it’s not just a compliment, but a promise. and for the first time all day, you feel the weight of your doubts start to lift.

wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and love, you think that maybe—just maybe—he’s right.

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False God || qh43

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warnings: smut (MDNI, +18 only!), basically no plot (it just jumps straight in after a few sentences 😭), oral (f recieving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), HEAVY on the praise kink lol, sort of pussy drunk!quinn I think??, hickeys??? (idk if that needs a warning but oh well 🤷‍♀️)

notes: literally my first time writing smut so I hope it’s not terrible, I think it turned out pretty good though 😌

summary: quinn comes back from a long roadie and shows his girlfriend exactly how much he missed her

word count : 2,494

gif not mine!

Quinn had been on a long roadie with his team, and god…he couldn’t wait to get home. When he walked into the apartment, he sighed in relief at the cosy environment; a wide smile spread across his face when he spotted you sitting on the couch. He quickly dropped his bag on the floor and kicked off his shoes before joining you on the couch, groaning as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.

“Well, hello to you too,” you chuckle softly as you lean towards him.

“I missed you.” He muttered into your neck, kissing your neck as he spoke.

“Yeah? I missed you too, baby,” you smile.

He hums softly against your skin before speaking again, “It’s been a whole week since I’ve been able to kiss you…touch you. I’ve missed it,” he mutters between kisses to your neck, his hands gently squeezing your  waist. “Let me show you. Let me show you how much I missed you, baby. Please?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Quinn,” you mutter.

Quinn wastes no time pulling you into his lap. He places one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss as his other hand lands on your waist. After a few seconds of his lips attacking yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip lightly. Your hands thread through his hair as soon as you feel his tongue tracing your lip, your mouth parting for his tongue to easily slide in. 

Quinn groans into your mouth as his tongue slides in, his hands squeezing your waist as his hips roll up into yours. The roll of his hips is fast and a bit desperate, the need to feel you after a whole week of no physical contact overwhelming him slightly. His lips leave yours and trail along your jaw, little kisses and bites being left as his lips move. He rolls his hips again as his lips move to the spot on your neck that he knows gets you worked up. 

“Quinn…” you gasp.

“Sound so pretty, baby. I missed your pretty little noises so much,” he groans against your neck as his hips roll up again. His lips make their way to your shoulder, leaving a small mark as his hands dip under the hem of your shirt.

Your own hips roll down against his as you let out a soft whimper.

“Fuck, baby, just keep making those noises for me…” he groans, his hips rolling up again, a bit more forcefully. “Thought about them…about you, every night on the road. Couldn’t stop imagining how you’d sound for me.” 

Quinn’s hands trail to your hips, almost holding you in place, stopping your movements against him. You whine softly in protest as he stops you, but he silences you with a kiss.

“Gotta taste you. Please, baby,” he begs slightly against your lips. 

Your heartbeat picks up at his words. “Fuck…please, Quinn…” 

Quinn quickly pulls your shirt over your head and throws it somewhere behind him as his lips return to your neck. His hands trail down your body before cupping your ass as he picks you up and moves to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and hovers over you, studying your body.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his hand gently caressing your waist, “Fucking beautiful.”

“Quinn, please…” You whine, squirming slightly at his words.

“I’m going to touch you, baby; I just want to look at you for a second,” he murmurs with a soft grin. He trails his hand from your waist and up to your chest, kneading your tit softly as he leans in for a kiss. 

“Wanna see more of you…can I take these off?” He asks gently, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your leggings before letting them snap back against your skin.

“Yes… fuck, please…” you beg softly.

He quickly peels your leggings and underwear off in one go and tosses them behind him somewhere before his hands run up and down your thighs. “So perfect, you’re so perfect, pretty girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss softly over your thighs.

“I missed you, pretty girl. Going to touch everywhere I missed,” he rambles softly, his kisses trailing up and down your inner thighs as his hands grip them to keep them spread open for him. 

“Just don’t tease Quinn…” you mutter, running your hand through his hair.

“No teasing, baby, I promise. I need to touch you too much for teasing.” He murmurs as he presses soft, wet kisses along your inner thighs, his hands gripping them gently but firmly. 

He uses his grip on your thighs to gently pull your legs apart, not that he needed much force anyway. You look down to find him already looking at you as he settles between your thighs, holding the eye contact as he runs his tongue through your folds with one swipe.

You sigh softly, almost in relief, your hand tangling more in his hair to grip harder.

Your reaction was all he needed, a sign to continue as his hands massage your thighs while his tongue explores your folds. His movements are fast, not wanting to let another second pass by where he isn’t making you feel good. His lips close around your clit as he sucks lightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he just focuses on you and making you feel good.

You let out a soft whimper at his actions, your back arching softly. “Feels so good, Quinn.”

 He looks up at the sound of your voice, his eyes hooded. “Good, baby. Want you to feel good, want to make you feel good,” he mutters out, his words muffled against your core, sending sparks of pleasure through you at the gentle vibrations of his voice. His hand comes up to grip yours that's in his hair as if he’s trying to show you what he wants. 

You moan softly but take the hint and pull slightly harder on his hair and gently push his mouth closer to you.

He groans at the feeling, his eyes fluttering shut once again. All of his brain power is currently being used to focus on the way you feel against his mouth, how you taste, how he can move his mouth in a way that will help him hear your pretty moans and sighs…it’s all he wants right now, more than anything in the world. With that thought, one of his hands moves to grip the back of your thigh as the other moves to take hold of yours, lacing your fingers together. 

The tenderness of the action compared to the lewd movements of his mouth is almost enough to send you reeling. 

“God, you taste so good, baby. I missed you; I missed this so much,” he murmurs softly as he slips his tongue into you. He uses his lips to his advantage, and he sucks gently at your folds as his tongue moves faster into you, desperate to make you feel good. 

“Shit…god Quinn…” You whine as you tug on his hair, your hand squeezing his.

The grip you have on his hair just makes him work harder, his sucking at your folds getting stronger and his tongue pistoning into you faster. He occasionally lets out groans and a few small whimpers against you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you even closer to his mouth.

The lewd slurping sound that comes from between your thighs has you groaning and trying to close your legs in pleasure, but Quinn is having none of it. His hands quickly move to your thighs, holding you wide open for him as he moves his tongue to lick through your folds hard and fast, desperately trying to pull those soft, pretty noises from your lips.

“Quinn...oh god…” You whimper loudly, your hand pulling at his curls absentmindedly.

Quinn feels his cock twitch at your voice, grinding against the mattress softly to relieve some of the pressure.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he mumbles out against you, glancing up at you quickly. There’s a desperate needy look in his eyes that almost makes your own eyes roll back in pleasure. You’ve never been able to get used to how desperate he gets for you, but my god, you love it. 

“Just keep doing the same thing; I’m getting close. Feels so good..." you pant out, your hips moving slightly as you try to almost chase the pleasure.

His hand moved quickly to grip your hips, holding them down to keep you in place and stop you squirming. His mind is practically buzzing right now with the need to just push you over the edge; he wants nothing more than to make you cum in this moment. His tongue moves in precise movements, muscle memory almost kicking in as he gives everything he’s got to try and make you cum. All it takes is his lips to close around your clit and suck before you’re gasping and writhing under him, cumming hard.

His mouth doesn’t stop as he works you through your orgasm, only stopping when you go practically limp against the sheets. He pulls away panting as he kisses his way up your body, a proud and satisfied grin on his face as he hovers over you. He leans down and kisses you firmly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hand moves to your chin and cups it gently, tilting your face so that he can kiss you deeper. The taste of you on his tongue and the way he’s kissing you are taking your breath away and making you moan into his mouth. 

With one final peck to your lips, he pulls away, a wide grin on his face as he rests his forehead against yours. “Good?” he asks, breathing heavily, feeling a little cocky as he sees how out of it you look.

“Yeah…” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath.

He grins as he dips his head to kiss along your neck, biting occasionally as he presses himself against you. “So perfect when you cum for me. Think you can do it again?” He murmurs into your skin.

“Y-yeah…”

“Good girl,” he praises softly as he trails teasing kisses down your neck, nipping at the skin as he goes. When he trails his kisses down to your chest, he starts to softly suck marks into your skin as his hand moves to roll your nipple between his fingers. You can’t help but whine at the feeling as you arch up into him.

As he sucks marks into your skin, his hips begin to grind against you. You groan as you feel his cock sliding through your folds, the tip of his cock catching your clit with every slow roll of his hips. 

“Fuck, please, Quinn…” you practically beg as you grip onto his shoulders.

“Please, what baby? I need you to use your words for me,” he murmurs against your skin, his kisses not stopping for even a second.

“Need to feel you inside me, Quinn…now.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grins teasingly, gripping your thigh and hoisting it over his hip as he lines up his cock with your entrance. He leans down and kisses you as he slowly pushes in, swallowing your sigh as he takes his time with you. 

You gasp as you feel Quinn intertwine your hands together, lifting them over your head and pressing them into the mattress. “Fuck…”

His grip on your hands gets a bit tighter as he starts to slowly thrust into you. “Perfect, so perfect. Such a good girl for me, you feel so good…” He groans into your neck, burying his face there as the overwhelming feeling to touch you everywhere all at once washes over him. 

“Quinn…” you gasp, his name the only thing left in your head.

“Taking me so good, baby. You sound so pretty; you feel so good..." He rambles breathlessly, completely just focused on feeling you as all other thoughts just leave his head.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, squeezing Quinn’s hands.

“Not gonna stop, baby, not ever,” he murmurs as he kisses you, letting himself get completely lost in you. He untangles one of his hands from yours as he moves it to grip your waist. He uses the grip to his advantage as he suddenly picks up the pace, the bed creaking slightly under you both. 

“Fuck Quinn,” you whine, your free hand coming up to automatically tangle into his hair and tug on it.

Quinn feels his cock twitch inside you as his eyes practically roll back into his skull, a deep groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, baby, do that again.”

You tug on his hair again, wanting him to feel as good as you do right now.

Another groan leaves his lips at the action, his cock twitching again. “Good girl, such a good girl for me, baby,” he speaks against your neck as he rolls into your pussy harder. “Need you to cum for me, baby; I’m so close.”

“Me too…so close…” You gasp, a small whimper leaving your lips when Quinn moves his hand from your hip so that he can circle your clit with his thumb. 

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for me,” he pants against your lips, his other hand pressing your two hands down into the mattress as he pistons into your pussy. You feel your eyelids flutter at the lewd, wet sounds of his cock entering your pussy over and over.

It doesn’t take long before you’re clenching around him, your eyes rolling back as you cum hard. You’re pretty sure a series of whimpers leaves your lips, but you’re too gone to care. 

You own orgasm has Quinn’s hips stuttering as he cums, his release coating your inner walls. “Baby, god baby, so good fuck…good girl, my good girl, perfect...my perfect girl,” he rambles into your neck, unable to stop the words flowing from his lips even if he wanted to. 

You both lay there as you catch your breaths. Eventually Quinn lifts himself up to hover over you, pulling out slowly. He moves his hand to cup your jaw as he smiles down at you softly. “You okay, baby?” he asks softly, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt you at all.

“Perfect,” you mutter with a small smile, still a bit out of it. 

Quinn grins as he sees your still slightly hazy eyes. “Did I break you?” he teases.

“You wish,” you mumble jokingly.

“Good, just wanted to make sure your brain didn’t melt out of your ears,” he jokes.

“Haha, very funny,” you mutter sarcastically. 

Quinn chuckles at the sarcasm and just hums in response as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft, reassuring kisses there. 

“I’m glad you’re back home,” you say softly after a few moments, your hand running through his hair.

“Me too.”

[interruptedtrance]

Bet (carlos x reader x lando)

Smut; 18+

word count: 2,8k

contains: buttplugs (prep for anal), anal, hand on neck/slight choking, nicknames (baby/ good girl), (calling lando daddy), mirror sex, jealous lando

carlos won a game of golf against lando, so this is his prize

thank you everyone for following, and making me hit 100 followers!! i truly didn't think i could achieve, my first milestone in only 56 days!

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“good news or bad news first” lando yells to you as soon as he enters through the door.

quickly you spin around to face him, “what have you done?”

“good news it's carlos”, you give him a confused glance, “bad news, i might have wagered you as the prize in our golf game, and lost” he says so fast you barely understand him.

“what? how did no one ask if i was alright with it?” you cry out in disbelief.

“oh come on, i know you love carlos, i have seen the way you check him out” lando teases. making you exhale in frustration.

“so explain, what exactly was the bet” you challenge, not sure if you want to know the answer.

lando moves closer to you, gently wrapping his hands around your lower back, “that he joins us”

“oh, is that it?” you question, pretending to be disappointed, “maybe he can join more often if he is good” you tease back, tracing his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, making lando shudder.

“definitely not” he shoots back, his jealous side coming out, “you are mine”

“i am? then why did you wager me?” you mumble through a kiss.

“i thought i would win” he moans, “but baby we will have to get you ready” he groans, slowly walking you to the bed, not daring to break the kiss.

once you make your way into your shared bedroom, you break away from the kiss and climb onto the white fluffy bed, the smell of clean sheets filling your nose.

lando moves in between your legs and gives you a quick peck on the forehead, “let me go and grab the towel” you mumble a small yes in a sign of approval. while lando goes out of the room, to the linen closet you let out a sigh, at least it's carlos, you think to yourself, while shuffling across the bed to get to your nightstand where you keep the lube and toys.

“you ready?” lando questions.

“do i really have a choice?” you ask, while moving towards your boyfriend, snatching a pillow, from the headboard.

a worried expression covers lando's face, “you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to” he says fear showing on his face.

“relax, we have talked about it before, if anyone is joining, i would want it to be carlos” you give him a reassuring smile, “sit down, you need to prepare me”

“yeah, sorry” he smiles shyly, “over my lap?” he questions, making you nod in return. you hand him the pillow, which he puts on his legs and covers with the towel. stretching out his right hand to you, he invites you to lay over his lap, you gladly take his hand, and with the other strip yourself of your underwear, carefully laying down over his lap.

softly stroking your ass, lando questions if you are ready. “yes daddy” you speak, wiggling your butt.

you hear a hitch in lando’s breathing, “you tease” he chuckles "i can see you getting wet”, you mumble a little yeah in return.

“can you help me baby?” he questions without waiting for an answer, “spread yourself open for me” he orders. without much thought you reach over your hands, and spread yourself apart. “good” lando praises.

he grabs the lube bottle, opens it, and squeezes a bit out onto his fingers, spreading it around them. deciding it is not enough lube, he lifts the bottle over your hole and lets a drop fall onto it, the cold temperature, making you moan in return.

“already enjoying it?” he asks, while massaging your lower back with his other hand.

“yeah” you let out a little cry, “please continue”

“as you wish baby” he says, delicately moving his to your entrance, and teasing it a bit. gently moving his finger around the hole, slowly sliding his finger over it, but never entering.

you moan out in protest, “alright, i'll stop teasing” he promises, and gently he probes at your entrance, now applying a bit more pressure, he enters, but only up to the first knuckle making you moan.

“ready for more?” he questions simultaneously pulling out and pushing his finger back in.

“yes daddy”

“good girl” lando praises, now ever so slowly he pushes his finger fully in, making you whine in the process.

you beg, “please move”.

without answering, he obliges to your request and slowly curls his finger in you, pulling another moan from you. without question, he sees that you are open enough, and with a bit more lube, adds another finger into your hole, making you groan in the process. gently he curls his fingers, until he sees you are ready.

“do you think you are ready for your toy?”

“yes daddy”

“alright baby” he says, pulling out his fingers and whipping them onto the corner of the towel. he grabs the glass toy into his palm, to warm it up for a second. “can you stay still and relaxed for me?” he asks while lightly caressing your lower back with his other hand.

you can only nod in return, “you can stop holding yourself open”, so you relax your hands over the side of his legs, gently holding onto his tight. carefully lando moves his hand from your back to generously lube up the plug, once he is done, he moves his hand to you, and spreads you open. “can you deeply inhale for me baby”, so you do, now feeling the tip of the toy at your entrance slowly but at a steady pace entering you.

“just a little bit more” lando confirms, making you nod in return. and finally you feel it, you feel your sphincter stretch out a bit more, and close itself against the base of the toy. “we are done baby, good job” he praises softly massaging the plump flesh of your ass.

“come, stand up” he orders, and begrudgingly you get up from his lap, now feeling the weight of the toy in you, making you shuffle from side to side.

“let me go wash my hands and then we can cuddle” he says, moving the pillow and towel from his lap onto your vanity chair. you carefully climb into bed, cuddling the pillows, waiting for lando to return.

swiftly he returns back, and jumps into bed next to you, pulling you to his chest, and giving your forehead a light kiss. “rest a bit baby, get used to this plug, we will have to use the bigger plug in a bit” making you whine in protest, “i know you don’t like the plugs as much, but i have to prepare you” he speaks, while squeezing you closer together.

“i know lan” you say with a yawn.

“go take a nap” he smiles, kissing your lips.

time skip

“baby wake up, it has been a few hours” you wake up to lando peppering light kisses all over your face.

“five more minutes” you groan in return, turning around to try and get away from him, which in return only makes lando’s arms tighten around you.

“as much as i want to cuddle with you, you know that we need to prep a bit more for tonight” he says while now kissing your shoulder, “i will be as quick as i can, i promise”

you groans of protest fall on deaf ears, as lando maneuvers the pillow from your vanity chair under your hips alongside the towel. now your hips are in the air while you hide your face in another pillow.

lando with a gentle touch caresses your calf, up the tight all the way to you ass, giving it a playful squeeze. you moan, “please just switch the plugs”.

“okay baby” he replies, he stands up from the bed for a minute to grab the bigger plug from a box at the top of your closet, and the lube you have used before.

with utmost care he spreads your cheeks apart, and grabs the base of the plug. with a firm but slow tug, he pulls the widest part of the plug from your sphincter, letting your body adjust for a second, in a gentle movement he removes the rest of it from you, making you wince.

repeating the same steps form earlier, lando applies a bit of lube to his fingers helping you relax your muscles by pushing his fingers in and out of you. he takes the larger glass plug and again warms it up in his hand a bit, before applying lube to it.

“are you ready baby?” he asks, before proceeding further.

“i am”

“alright” he says, placing the rounded tip to your hole, and firmly pushing the toy into place in one move. the stretch from the plug is making you pant, you have taken the larger size before but you are unsure if you'll ever get used to it. to ease the burning feeling, lando softly runs his lubed fingers around your stretched out hole, making you moan in the process.

he removes his hands from you, and grabs the smaller plug with him to the bathroom where he cleans and dries the toy, alongside his hands. returning to the bedroom he places the small plug back in its original place, in the nightstand.

“can we cuddle like before until carlos comes?” you question, giving lando the puppy eyes.

“of course we can” he exclaims, while pulling you closer to him, “do you want to nap a bit more?”

“maybe” you answer with a yawn, nuzzling your head into the side of lando's neck.

“you go and do that baby” he speaks, while lightly dragging his fingers along your spine, lulling you into sleep.

time skip

you feel lando shuffle and move away from you, making you let out a groan of displeasure at the loss of contact.

in your half asleep state, you hear the furniture move, it sounds like someone has moved the ottoman from the end of the bed to somewhere else in the room, but still so tired you don't question anything.

once the shuffling subsides, you feel the bed dip behind you, finally lando is coming back to cuddle, you think to yourself. but you don't smell lando's cologne, nor do you feel his hands tenderly move along your spine, these palms felt larger and more plush.

“wake up cariño" carlos' whispers against your ear, making you smile and turn around to face him, sleep long gone from your mind.

“you are finally here” you say with a laugh, making carlos' smile back.

“oke lovebirds, can we start now” lando speaks impatiently, his jealousy getting worse by the second.

“lando relax, we don't want anyone getting hurt” carlos says, while getting up from the bed and offering you a helping hand, which you gladly take.

you finally notice where the ottoman was moved to, they have moved it to the front of your full length mirror.

“come cariño, sit down” the spaniard demands motioning to the space between the two men. without question, you sit yourself down, looking between the two, unsure as to who will start first.

“cariño, is this something you want to do?”

“yes”

“will you tell us to stop if it gets too much?”

“i will, i promise”

and with the conformation you have given carlos, he moves his arms to your neck, giving it a bit of a squeeze, just enough to pull you into a kiss. lando, from behind you, pulls one of your legs over the ottoman, so now you're straddling the piece of furniture.

“come baby, let me take of your shirt” the brit speaks. only then do you break the kiss with carlos, so lando can rid you of your final article of clothing.

making carlos moan “fuck cariño they are beautiful”.

“thank you” you smile, leaning towards him so you can continue the kiss.

“too bad they are mine” lando states, while running his hands from your hips to your breasts where he gives them a rough squeeze, making you groan into the kiss. firmly he pulls you away, bringing one hand to your face so he can make you face him, and roughly connecting his lips to yours, glaring at the other man.

“lando, you lost, you shouldn't have wagered something so precious” carlos teases, now moving one of his arms below your legs, and the other to your waist, lightly lifting you, and pulling you into his chest, making you whine at the loss of contact between your and your lovers lips.

“look at me cariño”.

giving him the best puppy eyes you mumble “yes”.

“did lando prep you?”

“he did”.

“well than, turn around let me see it” without hesitation your back to him, and lay yourself on your front, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. making lando shudder, and carlos groan as soon as he realizes you still have the toy in you.

“can i remove it cariño?”

“yes please” you answer to carlos, never breaking the eye contact with lando, with one hand you motion for him to move closer, which he obliges. gently, while carlos is working the plug out, you move your hands along lando's legs all up to his boxer, where you move them and let his cock spring free, making his breath hitch.

still keeping eye contact, you lightly kiss his cock, from the bottom to the top, making sure to give more attention to his slit. once he moves his hand to grab your hair, you take him fully with one swift motion, making him moan out your name, and tighten the grip on your hair.

meanwhile carlos, with a firm hand, is massaging your ass hoping that you'll be ready for him, carefully he moves a hand to the toy still in you, and starts taking it out, the motion not causing any issues, which he could tell by your continuous head bobbing.

the spaniard stops for a moment, he places the toy gently on the floor, and applies lube to his cock. carefully, like you are made from glass, one hand grabs onto your neck and the other he snakes around your middle, making you stop, before he pulls you up into him.

“come cariño, sit down on me” he orders. and you move up a bit, allowing him to line up to your hole, and slowly you start sinking yourself down on him, making you both groan in pleasure.

once again, you motion to your boyfriend to move closer, thinking nothing of it he kisses you, “no lando” you cry, “i need you in me”, the statement making lando inhale sharply.

“are you sure baby?”

“please” you cry out in desperation, so he obliged, he moves closer waiting for you to lift your hips again a bit, moving your hands to his shoulders, and his alongside carlos to your waist, for you to feel a sense of security. he connects your lips carefully, gently prying one of his hands from your waist to his cock, so he can line himself up, where he enters with one swift movement.

the pleasure of having both of your holes filled makes you let out a breathy moan, dropping your head onto lando's shoulder.

“no, no cariño” carlos complaints, before he reaches for your jaw and turns your head to face the mirror, “you will watch us fuck you”.

and with that both men start moving in unison. you can feel them rubbing against each other, each hitting their respective spot, pulling one moan from you after another. lando brings one of his hands from your waist, to your clit, circling it. carlos, following the younger mans lead, brings one palm to your boobs, lightly tugging and twisting your nipple, his other hand never leaving your jaw, not allowing you to miss a single moment.

with the combined pleasure of both men thrusting in you, lando playing with your clit and carlos with your boobs, you quickly reach your limit, gripping landos shoulders so hard you leave nailmarks in his skin, and let the orgasm wash over you, the guys soon following behind, finishing in you.

once all of you have caught your breath, lando and carlos pull out, making you cry out. your boyfriend gently removes carlos' hands from your body, and wraps his, under your legs, where he carries you to your shared bed, gently laying you down on it and tucking you in.

“carlos it's time to leave” the brit speaks, while throwing carlos' clothing back to him, rushing him to dress and leave.

as soon as the spaniard leaves, or more so gets kicked out by your boyfriend, you hear lando rushing over to you, dropping into bed next to you, hastily wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face in your back, “i'm never wagering you again”, he promises making you laugh.

[evie-sturns]

kiss - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when your best friend matt invites you round for a late night hang out, it ends up in him confessing his feelings to you... leading to you kissing your best friend of 8 years for the first time.

contains: fluff, slight arguing, confession, making out.

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i've known matt since 8th grade, we met in science class where he spilt acid on my shirt. after that we became lab partners, then friends, then best friends.

9:34pm

"matt!!" i sing, opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. his gaze lifts from his laptop screen to me, his face lights up. he's wearing a black shirt with white detailing and some grey sweatpants, he's sat up against the pile of pillows on his bed.

"i missed you!" matt smiles, patting the spot next to him.

i jump on to his bed next to him and cuddle up to his sides, resting my head on his shoulder.

"how have you been?" matt exclaims, rubbing my shoulder as i instantly start talking,

in our friendship i've always been the talker, matt's a natural listener so it's an easy dynamic for us.

"guess what happened when i was drving here, this bitch flew on to the road on a scooter! i swerved so hard to miss her, and- and she was fully grown on a scooter!?" i scoff,

matt rubs his eyes with a laugh, "jesus christ." matt scoffs.

i look to my side at him, "like if i totalled my car dodging a middle-aged woman on a children's scooter i'd be so pissed." i continue, matt's in tears now, a stupidly wide smile spread across his pink cheeks.

i sigh, "anyways, netflix?" i suggest, reach onto matts lap and yank his laptop further up his torso. "yeah!" matt replies, he scrolls through netflix and picks out some rom-com

"a rom com? you're feeling romantic today," i tease, matt jabs his fingers into my waist, earning a scream from me followed by a loud giggle.

the opening scene to the movie starts, i cuddle closer to matt's side and wrap a leg over his thigh, matt goes tense and i subtly hear his breathing pick up.

"you okay?" i whisper, matt nods.

"matt why don't you talk to me about things, i've known you since we were 12 you can tell me stuff." i sigh,

"im fine- i'm okay." matt insists, his cheeks are flushed now.

"i know but you've been distance recently, and i don't understand what i've done wrong?" i mumble, pausing the movie and pushing the screen down.

"its not you y/n." matt states,

"then what is it!" i argue back,

"oh my fucking god do you not get it?" matt says, i sit up and look down at him, my eyebrows twisted.

"you are so- so gorgeous. everything about you is perfect and i'm sorry, i'm sorry if this ruins things between us but i'm completely obsessed with you, i really really like you and i have for much longer than i'd rather admit. so i'm sorry if i'm being distant but its painful to be around you without the constant need to fucking tell you- how much i need you."

my mouth falls open, i've always thought matt was cute, i've just pushed it away.

matt looks at me, scanning over my face as he breathes deeply, his eyebrows slanted upwards out of nerves.

"you mean it-" before i can finish my sentence matt cuts me off, "yes- i fucking do." he whines, running a hand through his hair as he sits up.

his laptop slides off his lap, i crawl over and sit on his lap while he props himself up on the headboard.

i grab his chin, making him look up at me as i get comfortable straddling him.

"you should've told me baby." i whisper, the pet name makes matt's eyes widen.

"because you've always been cute matt, just my type yeah?"

"dont lie please.." matt shys

i smirk before pressing our lips together, his lips are plush and soft, i've always wondered what they would feel like against mine.

"oh my god." matt breathes against my lips, my heart thumps out of my chest as i place a hand on his shoulder, rocking my hips against the fabric of his sweatpants.

matt glides his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission which i quickly grant. his tongue slips inside my mouth, fighting mine for dominance.

his ringed hands lace into my brunette hair, pushing my head further towards his.

his spare hand finds its way to my ass, pushing me against his lap harder, a pathetic whine escapes my mouth, matt chuckles against my lips before pulling away.

"don't get too worked up sweetheart." matt teases, i scoff

"shut up"

i lean back slightly, his face scans over mine "was that okay..?" he asks shyly like he wasn't just pressing me down onto his clothed cock 15 seconds ago.

"that was really.. fucking good." i laugh, laying down on his body and burying my head on his shoulder, i press small kisses on his neck, marking lightly.

"what.. are we?" he asks,

"what do you want to be?" i reply,

"you don't have to say yes- this is random but, do you want to maybe.. will you be my girlfriend." matt asks quietly,

i laugh slightly "you're so stupid matt,"

he goes silent, i give him a proper reply before he starts to panic

"yes, yes matt i will be your girlfriend." i smile,

matt grabs both sides of my face and smashes his lips to mine again, smiling widely against my lips.

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[dawnisevening]

🩵 possessive!jealous!ellie x Brat!reader

Strap!rReceiving , Oral!EllieReceiving, Oral!rReceiving, degrading!rReceiving, 69!position

You and Ellie were out at a party, you started to dance with Jesse rather suggestively, rubbing up against him and purposely making eye contact with Ellie. She growled in jealously, as she watched you two dance.

You giggled and pushed yourself flush to him, and then his hands came to your hips, guiding you against him. That’s when Ellie snapped. She stood up, grabbing you and dragging you to her car.

She set you in her lap as she drove. Every time you tried to speak you were met with a mean glare. So you shut up. When you got back to Ellie’s apartment she picked you up carrying you inside.. when inside she slammed you on the bed.

“You think this is fucking funny? You belong to me, little girl. Your mine. So why the hell were you dirty dancing with him?..”

You giggled at her jealousy, it was honestly such a turn on..

“Oh cmon.. it was just a little fun!”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, her possessiveness intensifying as she pressed her body even closer against yours.

"Fun? You think flirting with someone else is fun? No, baby girl, you belong to me and only me. I don't share what's mine." She ran her fingers along your jawline, her touch firm yet gentle.

"I'll show you just how much fun we can have together, and remind you of who you truly crave."

Her voice dropped to a low, seductive tone.

"Now, tell me, are you ready to be reminded of your place, slut?"

You were so turned on and could feel yourself getting wet. But you couldn’t give in so easily..

“What are you gonna do, hm? Punish me?”

Ellie’s eyes gleamed with a mix of possessiveness and desire as she heard your question. Her grip on your jaw tightened slightly, her voice becoming huskier.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet girl, punishment is just the beginning. I'm going to take you to the edge and back, make you mine all over again."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, and got to work on removing your pretty clothes..

"I'll leave marks on your skin, mark you as mine. And maybe, just maybe, if you're a good little toy, I'll let you enjoy the pleasure that only I can give."

She pulled back slightly, her gaze intense.

"Now, are you ready to submit to me, to let me show you the depths of pleasure and pain?"

She said with the cockiest, nastiest smirk. And god.. it was so hot.

You chuckled and whispered to her while tugging at her clothes..

“Do your worst.”

Ellie’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and determination as she heard your response. She let out a low, throaty laugh, her grip on your jaw releasing.

"Oh, my sweet, brave girl, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

She took a step back, her gaze fixed on you with a predatory hunger.

"Prepare yourself, because I'm going to devour you, body and soul."

With that, Ellie wasted no time. She pushed you gently but firmly onto the bed, her hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her lips found yours in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched her own. As her hands traced down your body, she skillfully removed the rest of your clothes, revealing your naked form to her hungry eyes. Her touch was both teasing and possessive, her fingers leaving trails of fire across your skin.

Ellie’s lips trailed down your neck, peppering it with deep, passionate kisses, before moving lower, leaving a trail of hickeys along your collarbone and chest. Her hands found their way to your thighs, spreading them apart, as she positioned herself between your legs. Her warm breath ghosted over your skin, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

"Tell me, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Do you want to feel me inside you? Do you want to experience the pleasure that only I can give?"

You blushed and nodded.. she was about to insert her fingers when you grabbed her wrist..

“Ah.. can we actually.. use the strap today?..”

Ellie’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and satisfaction as she heard your request. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with anticipation.

"Oh, sweetie, you know how to make me smile.. Of course, we can use the strap today."

She reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the pink strap-on, her fingers gently caressing the smooth surface.

"I can't wait to see the way you react when I fill you completely."

This made the butterflies in your stomach get worse. God.. why did she have to be so hot?

Ellie positioned herself between your legs, securing the strap-on snugly around her hips. She leaned down, pressing her lips against yours in a searing kiss before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body, teasing and tantalizing your skin. Her fingers danced along your thighs, spreading them wider, as she positioned herself at your entrance.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Ellie slid the strap-on deep inside you, her eyes locked with yours as she watched your reaction, which was needy whimpers and whines of her name. She set a steady rhythm, each movement designed to bring you pleasure and push you closer to the edge. Her hands roamed over your body, squeezing and caressing, heightening every sensation.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur.

"Do you enjoy the way I fill you, claim you as mine, slut?" Ellie’s thrusts became more intense, her pace increasing as she sought to bring you to the peak of pleasure. She reveled in the way your body responded to her, the way you melted under her touch.

“God.. you’re so fucking pathetic. Moaning my name like a fucking whore..”

But she wasn't done yet. Ellie leaned in, her lips finding your ear as she whispered,

"I want to taste you, too. I want to feel your pleasure on my tongue." With that, she pulled out of you, leaving you empty for a moment, causing a needy moan from you before she positioned herself so that you could pleasure her. She guided your head down to her dripping core, holding you firmly in place, as she moaned and writhed under your skilled tongue.

The room filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure, as Ellie pushed you to the edge time and time again, ensuring that your pleasure was her priority. She reveled in the taste of you, the way you responded to her touch, until finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. With a shuddering climax, Ellie came with a loud mewl, her body trembling with satisfaction.

Afterward, Ellie held you in her arms, stroking your hair gently as she whispered sweet words of affection and care. She knew the intensity of your encounter may have left you feeling vulnerable, and she was there to offer comfort and reassurance. Together, you both indulged in a warm, intimate shower, washing away the evidence of your passionate tryst, before Ellie helped you get dressed, her touch gentle and loving.

As you left the room, Ellie’s possessive gaze never wavered, a silent reminder that you belonged to her. And she would always be there to remind you of that fact, both in and out of the bedroom.

[minminbunny]

ABO AU - Alpha! Lee Minho/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

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"Hyung, did you see the new omega next door?" Felix asked, wrapping his arms around Minho's waist. Minho flipped the pancake and plated it up, "I didn't have the time, you know the routine," he said, ruffling his hair. Felix pursed his lips, "Morning time is for breakfast and cats. I know it well," he grumbled, letting go of Minho to grab the syrup. Minho chuckled, "Don't pour too much, I already added sugar to the batter," he said, switching off the stove. Felix chuckled lowly, holding up the syrup bottle when the doorbell rang. Minho furrowed his eye brows, "Routine disruptor," he murmured, going towards the door.

You rang the bell once more when he swung open the door, "Oh! Hi, hey. I made thin mints. It's not the best but I just wanted to hand you some," you said, handing him a gift box. Minho stared at you then the gift box then back at you, "Thank you," he said, slightly bowing as he took. You beamed, "Any time," you said, walking back to your place. Minho closed the door in front of him and stared at the knob, "Lix, they're gorgeous," he whispered, taking a deep inhale of your lingering scent. Felix smirked, "Does hyung have a crush?" he teased, expecting Minho to brush him off. Minho turned around, his face flushed, "I think I do," he said, his voice breathy. Felix felt his jaw drop, "Really?" he exclaimed, looking at him. Minho sighed, burrowing his face against the gift box, "Fuck," he growled, gripping it close.

You knocked on their door the next day, holding a tupperware in your arms. Minho opened the door and stared at you again, "You're back," he said, looking at the tupperware. You handed it out to him, "I made extra lunch, it's nothing too fancy," you said, beaming when he took it. "Wait here," Minho said, leaving the front door open. You did as told and rocked on your heels. Minho cleared his throat, "Here. My brother made some brownies," he smiled, passing them to you. "Thanks, I'll enjoy them," you smiled back, walking home.

Day after day, the both of you exchanged desserts and foods alike. It didn't take long for Minho to invite you inside, "I'm making omurice, today," he said, cracking the eggs. You purred softly at his warmth bergamot like scent, "Looking forward to it," you said, stretching over the counter. Minho chuckled, "You're becoming one with the kitties," he teased, flipping the egg. You patted your lap, letting Dori lay across, "Aren't you glad, Alpha?" you teased, scratching under his ear. Minho scoffed and poked your forehead, "Little Omega's like you shouldn't be provoking me," he said, plating up lunch. You stuck your tongue out, "Make me," you said, thinking he'd play along. Minho clenched his jaw and stared at you with an icy glare, "Let's go then, pup. I'll show put you back in place," he smirked, towering over your body. You nervously giggled and hugged his waist, "I'll behave I promise," you pleaded, looking up at him. Minho chuckled and brushed back your hair, "I'll let it slide for now. But when you decide to act up like this again. Alpha's not going to care even if you're carrying my pup, Omega. Don't heed my warning, hm?" he teased, tugging your hair firmly.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"Baby, I'm doing this for your own good, hm?" he chuckled, lightly bruising your waist with his grip. You sobbed into the pillow, your legs hooked over his shoulder as he bucked his hips deeper and deeper up your womb. "Alpha, hic, too big!" you cried, clawing his chest. He hissed and kissed your calves, "Shh, shh. Good omega. I know Alpha's cock is fat and heavy bubs but you can take it," he smirked, rolling his hips. Your eyes rolls back as his leaky throbbing cockhead pressed against your swollen bundle of nerves. He cooed, thrusting at a relentless pace, "That's it omega. You're mine. That pup in your fucking womb is mine," he growled, forcing you into a mating press. "Hah, ah! Yours, we're yours," you sniffled, tears running down your cheeks. He felt his the base of his cock swell at your tears, "Don't cry, omega," he whispered, thrusting his growing knot in and out of your fluttering hole. You mewled at the stretch, pleasure burning in your veins. "Fuck. You're perfect. My perfect little mate," he praised, picking up the pace.

You hiccuped, making grabby hands at him, "Hhgh, no more. Hic. No more!" you sniffled, thrashing under his firm grip. He pampered kisses on your face, "Alpha's knows you can take his knot. Your little hole is meant for me. Only me," he hummed, thrusting his hips with one deep buck. You arched your back, whimpering as his heavy load pumped into you. He hissed, kissing down to your swollen belly, "Mate, my mate," he rasped, growling lowly. You stroked his hair, your hole filling up by the second, "So full," you slurred, feeling your pup press against your bladder on one end and his hot searing load fill up the other. He rubbed your urethra, "Scent me, omega. Don't you want to piss on your Alpha," he teased, rubbing figure eights on your hole. You clenched hard around his hard, trying not to give into his possessive primal desires but when the first trickle leaked past your slit, you couldn't hold back. He growled as warm piss squirted against his v-line and torso, "Good omega. So fucking obedient," he hummed, making sure your bladder emptied till the last drop. You sniffled, throwing a small pillow at him, "I hate you," you sulked, embarrassed and aroused. He chuckled, kissing your palm, "Alpha loves you too," he said, his voice husky with affection.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

skz catching you reading fan fiction

pairing: idol ot8 x reader

wc: ~5.4k

warnings: lots of reader being embarrassed obv. pet names, hyunjin’s is a tiny bit angsty (sorry), a very brief joking mention of dying in seungmin’s

an: some of the fanfictions mentioned in this are mine and have been linked. others i just made up. 💕

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⋆｡‧˚chan˚‧｡⋆

“Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered.

‘oh this is getting good’ you said quietly to yourself. you were in bed, cuddled up under the covers, the only light coming from the screen of your phone. your eyes flashed across the page quickly, needing to find out what happens next. it had clicked in your brain earlier today that there could quite possibly be fan fiction about your boyfriend floating around on the internet somewhere. you were aware of his fame. but that’s not why you’re with him, even though that’s how you met him. you had been together for a while now, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this sooner. of course there’s fan fiction about him. and even though it makes you cringe in a way, you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately searching for it as soon as you got home. chan is still at the company, always working the long hours, so you were unsure when he would be home. but you assumed it would be late. so you allowed yourself to get lost in the world of stray kids tumblr. you had read a few already, but this one, this one was spicy. you could feel that familiar throb in between your legs.

“Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.

you squeezed your thighs together, briefly thinking of grabbing that buzzing friend from the top drawer of your nightstand. but before you could do so, the bedroom door opens. a tired chan enters, setting his bag down. you let out a gasp and clutch your phone against your chest as he looks up at you, suspicion on his face.

"whatcha doin, baby?" he asks.

"uh.. no-nothing." you stammer back. real smooth.

"why are you hiding your phone from me?" he looks a little concerned now as he sits on the bed next to you. he didn’t want to let himself think that you may be romantically talking to someone else. but he couldnt help it. you could read his feelings all over his face. and as embarrassing as it was, you couldnt bare for him to think you were cheating. it’s best that you just tell him the truth.

"i.. i might have been reading a story.. about you. written by a stay." you say, unable to look at him. you stared at the outlet on the wall across from the end of the bed.

he laughed. "fan fiction?!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. your face turned a bright red. "show me. let me see." he said, reaching for your phone.

you held it tighter to your chest. "no!" you argue, pulling away from him.

"cmon baby. let me seeeee." he whined, reaching for your phone again. you held it out of his reach, so he used his not so secret weapon. he started tickling your sides. you immediately screamed in pained laughter and folded your body in on itself and toward him, trying to detach his hands from your skin. he let go, grabbing the phone, and jumping off the bed. he ran to the corner of the room and you sat up on your knees on the bed. you didn’t move any closer, having realized your defeat.

"Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl…?" he read aloud. his sentence ending in a question, not having thought that the fan fiction you would be reading would be smut. the tips of his ears turned slightly pink, and you covered your face with your hands before he could look at you. "you’re reading a fan fiction called ‘his good girl, always’?" he asked, slightly stunned. but you could hear the amusement returning to his voice. "what does dom daddy chan mean?"

you groaned. "is this what you fantasize about, baby?" he asked but you couldn’t answer him. "look at me, honey."

you shook your head no, still covering your face with your hands. "i said look at me, princess. cmon, be a good girl." an involuntary whimper escaped your lips at that, and you slowly peeked at him over the tips of your fingers. a smirk was on his face, one dimple poking out, his eyes dark with lust. "let’s finish reading this, yeah?"

⋆｡‧˚minho˚‧｡⋆

“hey min?” you called. an answering grunt came from the other room. “could you pass me my phone? soonie is sleeping on my lap.”

you were sure he heard you. you could hear him get up from his desk and walk to the nightstand to get your phone. but that had been a couple minutes ago. what was taking him so long?

"minho?" you called again. he slowly shuffled into the living room, your phone in his hand, his face pointed at the screen. there was a smirk on his face.

oh shit.

you remembered what you had been doing on your phone last. you were sure you fell asleep earlier with tumblr open to the story you were currently reading. you enjoyed reading fan fiction about your boyfriend, though you never wanted to admit that to him. you felt like you might not have a choice in the matter now. you had been caught. he stopped a few feet away from you, still scrolling, his eyes moving back and forth as he read. the smirk on his face only grew as he continued to skim the page.

"min, give me my phone please." you said quietly. he held a finger up, shushing you.

"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." he read from the screen. "is this what you’re always reading on your phone?" minho asked, finally looking up at you.

you buried your head in your hands, scaring the cat off you lap. "i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me. you have the real me, you know?" he said. "why am i always calling the reader kitten? is that a thing that stay thinks i like?"

you groaned. you could feel him come closer, until he was standing right in front of you. he dropped your phone onto the couch next to you, you could feel it bounce on the cushion. "hello?" he asked. you still couldn’t look at him. your face burned with embarrassment. your whole body burned with embarrassment. he wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and tugged. you let him pull your hands away from your face. he let go of your wrists and then used his fingers to tilt your chin up, so you were facing him. he was grinning, and you couldn’t help but notice the veins running up and down his arms. his arms never failed to make you a mess for him. "is that what you want? for me to call you kitten?" you tried to look away from him, but his grip tightened on your chin. "ah ah." he scolded. "answer me."

"i- it’s- um.. it’s something that i’ve thought about.." you admit. his thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek.

"you should have just told me that." he says, sweetly. "you want me to manhandle you too, like in that story? want me to use toys and eat my cum from your pussy?" his thumb has made its way to your lips now. gently rubbing back and forth before pressing into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digit, running your tongue around it.

"mmhmm" you mumbled around his finger.

"i think that can be arranged.. kitten." he purred.

⋆｡‧˚changbin˚‧｡⋆

you were sat in the corner of the room, butt on this hard ass wooden bench, swallowed by your boyfriends hoodie, face buried in your phone. changbin had begged for you to go to the gym with him today, and so you agreed. he’s so cute when he pouts and puffs his little cheeks out. but you had no intention of working out with him. you just said you would come. so he’s working out while you watch from the sidelines. and oh boy you could watch him work out for hours. he was currently doing the bench press? bench pressing? he was laying down on the bench thingy and pushing up on the bar thingy with the heavy thingies on the ends. chan was spotting him but changbin didn’t need it. he was all sweaty and yummy. so buff. were you drooling? see this is why you were looking so intently at your phone. if you watched him work out for too long, you got all soft and gooey and you didn’t want that. but looking at your phone wasn’t helping either. in fact, tumblr may be making your situation worse. but you couldn’t look away. not when there was a detailed fan fiction in front of you about your boyfriend. you were just reading it at first because it interested you. you know, for science. did they describe him correctly? did they get his size right? you were surprised to find out that the stories were actually pretty accurate. so then you kept reading. and now your 8 thousand words deep in a slow burn smut fic about him and you just so happened to get to the good part while you were in the gym with him. fuck. your body started getting hot. you stretched and removed your hoodie from your body. you kept scrolling, the content getting spicier and spicier. he was doing what with his tongue? holy shit why hasn’t he ever done that to you in real life?

"are you hot baby?" his voice pulled you from your fantasy land and startled a jump out of you.

"ah!" you exclaimed. you held your phone close to your chest, your cheeks burning up and flushing red. he was standing in front of you, sweaty. his black muscle shirt sticking to his body. he wiped the sweat from his face with a small white towel. your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him. you forcibly swallowed before answering him. "uh.. yeah i got a little warm." you tell him.

"are you okay? you seem a little flustered." he sits down next to you on the bench. he chuckles to himself. "you know, you’re acting like you usually do when i’m teasing you."

your face and body were on fire. you looked down at the floor, at the wall, anywhere but at changbin. your silence must have been loud.

"baby?" he reaches for your arm. you flinch at the contact, not out of fear, but out of desire. you were in the gym and you were so embarrassed. you couldn’t have him touch you at all, not even on the arm. your phone clattered to the floor, having lost your grip when you flinched. you immediately reached for it, but changbin beat you to it. and of course, just your luck, he glances at the screen as he hands it back to you. "what’s this baby? what’re you reading?" he skims the page some more. "those are some naughty words.." he says, quieter this time. you try to take the phone from him but he moves it out of your reach, continuing to read. "this is about me?" he says a little too loud.

"bin, give me my phone back please." you say, reaching for it. he hands it over.

"sure baby. i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me." he was smirking at you. clearly poking fun. "and it was dirty fan fiction too. baby. i didn’t know you were so naughty." he chuckles.

"binnie.. please don’t. i’m flustered enough as it is."

"was the story that good?" he asks, serious now.

you nod. "it’s pretty good, yeah. and we’re here in the gym and you’re all sweaty and muscly and i’m about to loose it, bin."

he outright laughs now. "okay baby. let’s get you home and you can tell me about your story." he stands and takes your hand, leading you out to the car.

⋆｡‧˚hyunjin˚‧｡⋆

"You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.

you absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, trying to get any friction you could, so absorbed in the story you currently had open. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, your elbows on the countertop. you eyes were glued to the screen. you were in the kitchen to make some dinner. you were hungry and you knew hyunjin would be home soon and probably would want something to eat as well. but now your hunger for food was long forgotten as a hunger for something else took over your mind. you didn’t even hear hyunjin put his key in the lock and open the door. he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag, but you had no idea. one hand was against your mouth, the other hand had a death grip on your phone, thumb scrolling away at the text. hyunjin approached from behind, a little entertained that you hadn’t noticed him, and curious about what has you so focused. he peeks over your shoulder to glance at your phone.

The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.

he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, scaring the daylights out of you. you jumped, dropping your phone, it clatters noisily onto the counter.

"what are you reading, angel?" he asks softly against your neck. he places a small kiss there.

"nothing." you lie quickly.

"didn’t seem like nothing." he hummed against your skin. "seemed kinda dirty. can i see?" he reaches around you for your phone and you don’t stop him. you know that you will never win an argument against hwang hyunjin. his long fingers close around the device, and he stands straight as he brings it to his face to look. you straighten as well, but you don’t turn to face him. you don’t want to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve been reading.

"are you reading smut about me?" he asks. when you don’t answer, out of embarrassment, he gently grabs your shoulder and turns you around. "is this fan fiction?" you slowly nod your head, not looking at him, trying to understand his tone. he sounded upset.

"are you unhappy with our relationship?" he asks. that startles you to attention. you look up at him, his eyes filled with sadness.

"what? no, jinnie. absolutely not."

"then why are you reading this, if not to get something that you crave?" he argues. "am i not fulfilling your needs?"

"no. you are. i just—"

"i don’t understand why you would need to read this, unless you’re unhappy with me." he cuts you off. "especially smut. if i’m not satisfying you sexually, then we need to talk about that."

"that’s not it." you tell him. "i started reading it while you were away on tour because i missed you so badly. and some of it is actually.. good. so now, when i miss you and want to picture different scenarios about you, i’ll read some. i promise it has nothing to do with our relationship. it’s just fun to read what stay writes about you. and that one i was reading just now.. is pretty hot.." your cheeks flush. "i was actually going to bring it up with you to see if maybe you wanted to try something like that.." you look down at your hands, twirling your fingers together.

"you promise? if there’s something wrong, i can’t fix it unless you tell me about it." he says, holding you by the shoulders.

"i promise."

he’s smiling down at you now. "well then i guess let’s see what you’ve been reading. i saw you rubbing your thighs together, it must have been good to get you all hot and bothered like that." he starts reading the screen again. his smile grew the more he read. "so.. the part that you like.. is it the face fucking? or the daddy/princess dynamics?" he asks, seriously. but you feel it straight in your core. your panties sticking to your skin.

"i kinda like all of it.." you say quietly.

he sets the phone back down on the counter and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. you noticed he was still a little sweaty from practice, and that only made you wetter. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth, his lips so plump and soft. he pulls away only an inch or so and then says against your lips, "well then get on your knees, princess."

⋆｡‧˚jisung‧｡⋆

"hey sungie, could you grab my phone?" you ask, just getting out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your torso and reaching for your comb.

"sure." he pauses whatever game he was playing and gets up to retrieve your phone from the bed for you. when he grabs it, he looks at the text filled screen. it only takes a moment for him to read the words.

‘that’s it baby, you like it when i ride your cock like this?’ ‘yes mommy.’

he felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his ears flame with heat at the same time. he drops the phone back on the bed and turns around and leaves the room immediately without saying anything to you.

"sungie?" you look after him, worriedly. you drop your comb and follow him into the living room. he’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, biting on his thumb nail. "what’s wrong?" you ask. he doesn’t answer you. he just keeps pacing back and forth. you wonder what the heck has gotten into him. you return to your bedroom and grab your phone from where it was laying on the cover. you look at the screen. that fan fiction you had been reading was still open. oh no. was he freaked out that you were reading this? you’d never told him about it because you thought it might freak him out, and maybe you were right. you returned to the living room. han was sitting on the edge of the couch now, a blank stare on his face, his mind a million miles away.

"did you read what was on my phone?" you ask him.

he looks up at you, startled. "uh yeah, i did. i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to read it, it was just open and a couple words jumped out at me and i couldn’t help but read them but i promise i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything it was an accident, i-" he was rambling.

"sungie, it’s okay." you cut him off. i don’t mind that you looked at it. i have nothing to hide. especially from you." you smile at him.

he looks back down at his hands, silent yet again.

"did you want to talk about it?" you asked. "do you have any questions?" you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. he leaned back, throwing his head over the back of the couch dramatically, his eyes shut. you noticed his hands were covering the tent in his pants. so he must have liked what he read you thought.

"it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now. i can go back to the bathroom and we can talk about it after you’ve had time to think." you move to stand from the couch but han grabs your wrist. you look at him, his eyes wide.

"you were reading fan fiction about me?" he asked quietly. you nodded at him. "and you like to read that stuff?"

"i do." you answer him. "is that okay with you?"

he nods slowly, still thinking pretty hard about something.

"what do you like about them?" he asks.

"i just like to imagine different scenarios about you. especially when you’re gone on tour and i miss you. but i must admit, i’m pretty partial to subby jisung." you tell him, smirking. you loved to tease him. his face flushed a bright pink at your words.

"what’s subby jisung like?"

"well," you start, placing your hand on his thigh. "subby jisung is very needy, and whiny. he just can’t help it, he wants the reader so bad."

he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but he fails.

"do you like the thought of that?" you tease. "did you like what you saw? the reader in that story was riding subby jisung as he begged. is that what’s got you hard?"

he shook his head no.

"then what was it?" you ask. he removes his hands from his front, fully exposing his erection to you, only hidden by his sweatpants. he makes grabby hands at you, and you smile. you stand up from the couch and drop your towel to the floor, fully naked in front of him. "what do you want, sungie? what did you read that you liked so much?"

"mommy.." he said quietly.

"what was that?" you say, teasing him some more. you loved it when he got like this. all soft and shy. you leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, clinging tightly to his small waist. you tugged them down and off him completely, his cock standing at attention.

"mommy.." he said a little louder. "please.."

"please what?"

"ride me, mommy. please." he begged. and how could you say no to that?

⋆｡‧˚felix‧｡⋆

you were both on the couch, facing each other, your legs tangled together. felix was playing a game on his switch and you were scrolling tumblr. it didn’t take long after you found the fic for you to start rubbing your thighs together. you “accidentally” brushed your foot against felix’s pants.

“hey angel, be careful where you’re kicking.” he giggles, never taking his eyes off the screen.

“sorry lixie.” you say softly, trying to hide the neediness in your voice. apparently you failed, because felix put his game down and looked up at you.

“what’s the matter, flower?”

you just shake your head no, still staring down at your phone.

“did you watch that maniac fan cam of me again? baby i know you like the ending fairy but im literally sitting right here. i couldn’t even perform because i was injured.”

that makes you smile a little. you do really love that performance. it’s his smile at the end. but no, you were wet from something else this time. “no, that’s not it.” you tell him.

“then what?”

you just shyly hold out your phone to him. he gently takes it from you and skims the words on the screen quickly. “oh. fan fiction? i’ve read this one actually. it’s pretty good but i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite one.”

you look at him, shocked. “you’ve read that one?”

“yeah i think changbin and i read this one together actually.” he laughs. “i try to stay away from the smut, because it’s a little weird to read that about yourself you know? but occasionally one will pop up and i’ll look it over.” he hands the phone back to you.

“pop up? pop up where?” you’re still shocked, mouth hanging open.

“on my tumblr.” he says matter of factly. “my favorite ones are the fake text ones. the unhinged ones where im sending funny memes.” he’s laughing again and you’re just looking at him. his beautiful face and you’re just in awe of him. of course this man would read his own fan fiction. he’s chronically online. “so.. are you going to tell me what you read that got you all bothered?”

“uh.. i just thought it was hot.. you know?” you say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.

“you like the thought of sucking me off while im playing games online? isn’t that what that one is about?”

you nod slowly.

“you just like the idea of sucking me off? or is it the thought of han or jeongin hearing you on the other side?”

you groan, grinding your hips into nothing. “lixie..” you whine.

“what, angel? i’m just trying to understand you.” he teases. he moves to climb on top of you, your back against the couch cushions, him hovering above you, caging your head with his arms. “do you want to talk about it some more?” he leans in closer. “or do you want to maybe act out your favorite fan fiction with me?” he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you’re lost. nothing exists but him.

⋆｡‧˚seungmin˚‧｡⋆

what choices had you made in life to bring you to this point? alone, in bed, one hand in your pants and the other hand gripping your phone, tumblr open. your favorite seungmin fic filling the screen. you had started reading fan fiction about him, and you weren’t proud of it. you just wanted him so badly. and if you were going to fantasize about him, might as well have some help from the internet, right? maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better. you had known seungmin for a little while now. you have had a crush on him for just as long. it might even be more than a crush if you’re being honest with yourself. ever since you moved into the dorms, you’ve had some huge heart eyes for the guy. but he’s so intimidating. you were scared to ever talk to him. so here you were, hand down your pants, alone at the dorms, moaning his name.

“fuck. seungmin. yes.” you moan to yourself. maybe you were being a little too loud. but you didn’t care. no one was home, and it felt too good. your fingers making sloppy wet sounds as you pumped them in and out. the mental image of him above you had you right on the edge of release. when suddenly.. there’s a knock on the door.

shit.

what the fuck do you do in this situation? you yanked your hand out of your pants so fast, and pulled the blanket up over your head like there was someone actually in the room with you to hide from. you held your breath. trying to be as quiet as possible. after a minute or two, there it was again, the knocking.

“i know you’re in there.” he said. seungmin. you would know his voice anywhere. you’ve been obsessed with it for months now. “are you decent? i’m coming in.” he warns. and before you have time to panic about that, the door cracks open and seungmin sticks his beautiful head inside. he looks around and sees that your hiding under the covers. he walks in and sits on the edge of the bed.

“so.” he starts. “i think we should probably talk about that.” he pokes at what he thinks is your leg, but he can’t be sure. you’re just a pile of blankets. you pull the blanket down to reveal your face, bright red cheeks and watery eyes.

you look at him, but he’s not looking at you. he’s staring at your phone, which is laying on top of the covers, still on and open to tumblr.

“is that my name on the screen?” he asks, emotionless. you couldn’t tell if he was mad or disgusted or intrigued. he pointed at your phone with his index finger.

“i can explain.” you say.

“no need.” he looks into your eyes now. “you’re obviously reading fan fiction about me while you touch yourself. what else is there to explain?”

you seriously wanted to crawl into a hole and die. you prayed for the earth to swallow you up in that moment. where was the alien invasion when you needed it? “i— i guess you’re right..” you mumble. “there nothing else to explain.” you look up at the ceiling, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” you tell him.

“don’t be sorry. i quite enjoyed hearing your moans from outside the door. what a thing to come home to.” he smiles his teasing smile at you and in that moment you’re glad that you’re in bed and not standing, because your legs turned to jello.

“i didn’t know my roomie was such a slut for me.” he says, reaching for the blanket. “my little slut.”

⋆｡‧˚jeongin˚‧｡⋆

god, your boyfriend had beautiful hands. you had this thought every day, multiple times a day. but you could never say anything to him. you were way too shy for that. and wouldn’t that be weird? ‘hey, innie i think you’re hands are really sexy.’? you were embarrassed just thinking about it. so you kept it to yourself. suffered in silence, drooling over his hands. you had recently turned to tumblr to fulfill your jeongin hand needs. and that was working out fine for a little while. but now, sat on the couch next to him, it’s like his hands are sending out a signal. a loud blaring siren that says hey! here we are! look at us!

the way he’s holding his phone, the muscles flexing as he uses his thumb to scroll instagram. your mind was immediately filled with dirty thoughts. so against your better judgement, you opened tumblr and continued reading. was it dangerous to read this while sitting so close to him? sure. but you couldn’t just excuse yourself to the other room without him having questions. so it’s either this, or just openly stare at his hands until he notices. what you didn’t anticipate however, was him putting his hand on your bare thigh, slowly rubbing your leg up and down, lovingly. he was doing it absentmindedly, ghosting his fingertips across your skin as he scrolled. you were sure your panties and your pajama shorts were probably soaked through at this point.

you forced your eyes back to the screen, but it only made things worse. in the real world, he’s gently rubbing your leg. in tumblr world, he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. you accidentally let out a whimper, squirming in your seat. his hand stilled on your leg as he looked up at you. you dropped your phone onto your lap, and covered your face, mortified.

he laughs at you. “you’re adorable. why’re you hiding?” he reaches to try to pry your hands from your face. his fingers wrapping around your wrist send a shiver through your body, straight to your core.

“are those my hands?” he asks, chuckling nervously. you peek in between your fingers and see that your phone was displaying a rather large close up of his hands. somehow, the story you were reading had scrolled all the way back up to the top. there was the title of the story, and a picture of his hands. well fuck.

“i— uh-.” you stammer.

he holds his hands out in front of his face, turning them over and examining them. “what’s so special about them?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. “you must really like them if you’re reading fan fiction about them.” he laughs. “but i’m right here. you have the real thing on the same couch as you. why read about it?” he asks.

your face is bright pink. “i was embarrassed..” you admit softly.

“embarrassed? how long have you been thinking about this?”

you kind of shrug as an answer, meaning it’s been a while. he reaches for your phone, and before you can stop him, he’s scrolling. “choking?” he looks up at you. “is that what you want, baby? for me to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat?” your eyes went wide and you swallowed hard. “aren’t you going to answer me?” he teases. “i bet my big hand would fit almost all the way around..” in one swift motion, he wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, forcing you onto your back, him kneeling in between your legs. he leans over you, his breath against your cheek, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, his index finger playing with the little dip at the base of your throat.

“i’ll put this hand here..” he says, wrapping it around your throat but applying no pressure. “and i’ll put this one here.” his other hand finds your soaked pajama shorts. “already prepped, baby.” he places a soft kiss against your lips before sliding his hand into your panties, his middle finger finding your hole. “let’s see how long you can last.”

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Theodore nott or Mattheo riddle x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and maybe soft smut and she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-) can it be a longer fic?

I love ur work so so so much!!

the tension - m.s (18+)

pairings: mattheo riddle x gryffindor reader

summary: i know it's wrong, but it feels so right.

warning(s): hand kink, hickeys, kissing, dry humping

(this fic is giving slow down by chase atlantic)

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the smoke of mattheo's cigarette making the air thick and hazy, me sat in his lap reading my book.

we have a little challenge going on at the moment, which was his stupid idea

basically we see who can last the longest without kissing, sex, touching.

it's one hell of a teasing game

i let out a shakey breath as i turn the page of my book, mattheos hands on my thighs.

his thumb starts making circular motions, moving closer to my inner thigh.

my breath hitches and i can almost feel the smirk on his face

"mattheo.." i say shakily

"what is it princess?" he asks

i sigh, trying to shift my attention back onto the book, but getting distracted by his fingers, the veins on his arms, everything about him.

"see something you like?" he says and i grab his hand, staring in amusment.

i trail my fingers over the veins, going all the way up to his upper arm

"oh so thats what you're into?" he says, throwing the book somewhere across the room.

he flips me over, hovering over me, my hands pinned.

"the bet" i remind him, which was a mistake

his hands start trailing all over my body, making me feel overheated

"mm, i'm sorry princess but i'm not one to loose a bet i made, so either give in or we might just have to continue reading" he says and i groan

"oh thats right, gryffindors are supposed to have determination right? thats a shame on your part" he says, getting off of me making me scoff

"mattheo that is not fair!" i whine and he looks at me in confusion

"it's the deal we made" he responds and i roll my eyes

i try to ignore that feeling in my stomach, but i can't i need his hands, all over me.

i need to feel him.

i hesitatingly get up and throw a leg across mattheo's lap, straddling him

his hands grab my waist and my desire fills more and more with lust

"fuck the bet mattheo, i loose okay? i loose-" before even finishing my sentence, he grabs the back of my hair, pulling me in to kiss him

the desire that was originally on my lips now soothing, letting myself go on autopilot as he takes over.

he flips me over again, him now being on top of me

he starts trailing kisses down my neck as i let out heavy breaths

i've been without him for so long, the feeling of him on top of me enough to leave me sated.

he takes his shirt off as well as mine and he grabs my hips, sitting me on top of his lap, this time facing him

his hands glued on my waist as he starts kissing my neck again, causing me to jut my hips forward.

all of a sudden, i start grinding on him, his hands guiding me through it.

"fuck dont stop" he hisses in pleasure

i feel that knot in my stomach forming quicker than expected, tolerance to pleasure not as high as it used to be because of the bet

i throw my head back, trying to keep quiet

"let me hear you" he says and i let out a whine, our thrusts in rhythm now, hitting my heat perfectly.

"i-i-" i try to speak but fail, the pleasure being overwhelming

"cum for me baby" he whispers in my ear

feeling every part of my body tense up, speeding up to meet an unforgiving pace.

his hands gripping harder on my waist send me and him over the edge, letting go completely.

he groans, cursing out profanities and i let out a long whine

i rest my head on his chest, letting out shakey breaths

"good girl" he says, stroking my hair.

i don't know how i lasted through that bet, i'm never gonna be able to go a day without mattheo again.

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Content (Ghost/Soap/Reader)

This work is a continuation of the relationship established in “Jealous (Gost/Soap/Reader)” it is continued in “Fulfill (Ghost/Soap/Reader)”

CW: threesome, polyamory, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cunillingus, anal fingering, anal sex, discussion of sexual boundaries, biting, aftercare, safe sane and consensual, double penetration

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 2.3k

I’m writing this at work, forgive any formatting errors

A small pool of drool formed on my sweatpants. Glancing down at the man laying in my lap, I smiled. I ran my fingers through his hair, toying with his curls. He looked peaceful below me. His plush lips were parted, and his thick blonde eyelashes framed his closed eyes oh so nicely.

I turned to the Scot beside me. His blue eyes focused on the screen in front of us. It was some horror movie he’d begged us to watch.

“Johnny, could you get me another drink?” I asked, pouting my lip.

“‘S the big guy asleep?” He glanced down at Simon. I wordlessly nodded. “Course I can, doll.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. As he pulled away, he flashed me that smirk of his. I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face.

The cushions shifted as he rose. I shifted my focus back to the screen. A woman with dirt smeared across her face climbed through an air duct. Her panicked panting blended in with the ambience of the background.

Simon smacked his lips, nudging his face into my leg with a soft grunt. I smiled, twirling his blonde locks around my finger.

“Here you are,” Johnny said, passing me an opened can of beer. I took a swig of the drink, blue eyes watching me closely. He threw his arm over my shoulder and leaned in to press a swift kiss to my temple.

The air duct collapsed. With a large clatter, the pipe landed on the concrete floor. As the dust settled, the half-naked woman crawled out of the vent, chest heaving as she coughed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Johnny grinning brightly, teeth catching his bottom lip.

“Wait for it,” he said, squeezing my shoulder.

Suddenly the leg of the killer appeared in the corner of the screen, heavy footstep echoing through the warehouse. Screaming sounded over the speakers as the woman scrambled to stand.

“Can I ask you a question?” He turned to look at me. His leg was bouncing, heel tapping against the wood flooring.

“Of course, Johnny.” I gave him a reassuring smile, resting my unoccupied hand on his thigh.

“Do you think you could take both me and Simon?” His leg bounced even faster, blue eyes skimming my face for any reaction.

“I mean, the one time I tried anal, it hurt…a lot. I just don’t want you guys to hurt me.” I glanced down at the sleeping figure in my lap, taking another sip of my drink.

“It shouldn’t hurt, doll. I promise I’ll prep you good.” His large palm cupped my face, tilting my chin up to look at him. His thick brows furrowed, lips curling down into a frown. “I promise we’d take care of you.”

My stomach swirled with excitement. It wasn’t that our escapades were boring per se, if anything, they were the opposite. The prospect of having so much attention on me stirred something in my brain.

“Yeah, okay then. I’d do it.” I nodded. His eyes widened, lips curling into a smile. In an instant, his leg ceased its movement. He pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.

Squelching echoed over the speakers, drawing both of our attention.

“Shit- we missed it.” He sighed.

-

Johnny pushed the door open. The three of us stumbled inside. With a thud, I tossed my purse onto the dining table. I gripped onto Simon’s arm as I kicked off my shoes. He glanced down at me, hand undoing his tie.

Simon leaned in, holding my face in his sweaty palm. His lips met mine with a bruising force. He groaned against my lips, thick brows furrowing as he pushed me toward the living room.

“I wanna fuck your ass,” he grunted. I pulled back, glancing at Johnny. His eyes were wide, flicking between me and the Brit.

“Do I have to…” my words droned on. Both men quirked an eyebrow, urging me to continue. “Douche?”

The two men looked at each other. Johnny parted his lips, as if he was about to speak, only to close them. Slowly, they turned their attention back to me.

“I don’t,” Simon shrugged, hands groping my ass.

“I do sometimes. It’s your choice, doll.” Johnny leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek. I leaned into Simon, pressing the side of my face against his toned chest. Looking up at Johnny, I nodded.

Images of the scenario flooded my mind, making my stomach flutter with excitement. Both men using me, splaying me open. Large hands on my body. Sweat dripping down my skin. It all seemed so enticing.

“Okay, let’s do it then.” I spoke softly, fingers toying with Simon’s suit jacket. Simon’s palms slid up my back, fingers wrapping around my waist. “The anal, not the…” I droned on.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Johnny added.

I pulled away just enough to look up at the blonde. His brown eyes scanned my flushed face for any sense of hesitancy. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tugged him down to my height.

“Simon, I want you to fuck my ass.”

-

“So good f’ us,” Simon cooed, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I lifted my hips as Johnny tugged my underwear down my legs. Ghost hooked his hand underneath one of my knees, tugging my leg to my chest. I glanced at the man laying between my legs, and at the man beside me. My teeth caught my bottom lip, the taste of iron flooding my senses as I bit down.

“Are you okay with this?” Johnny asked, thumb stroking my inner thigh.

“Yeah,” I nodded. The scot shot Simon a quick glance before turning his attention back to me. He leaned in, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I tilted my head back against the pillows. My plush lips parted as an unrestrained moan fell from my tongue.

His tongue flicked against my clit. I reached forward, sliding my fingers into his Mohawk. He groaned against my cunt as I tugged him forward. Simon popped the cap of the lube open. Johnny held his digits out. I watched as Simon spread a thick line over Johnny’s fingers. Johnny smirked against my cunt, tongue still laving over my clit.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his fingers circled my hole. Simon leaned in, cupping my cheek with his palm. His chapped lips pressed against my cheek and down my jaw, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses.

“You’re doing so good, lovie,” Simon cooed. I whined as Johnny pushed his finger past my entrance. He moaned against my cunt. A spark of pleasure rocketed up my spinal cord. My thighs twitched, hole clenching around his finger. He inched his digit forward, blue eyes watching as I swallowed his finger.

He pulled out, starting up at a slow pace. In and out. In and out.

“So tense,” Johnny mumbled against my cunt.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked, tilting my chin up with one of his thick fingers.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.”

Johnny’s lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly on the bud. I whined, rocking my hips against his face. The tension in my core melted as he ate me out with fervor, mouth not leaving me for a second. His finger sped up, squelching with every knuckle-deep thrust.

“There we go. Add another, Johnny.” Simon said, slowly stroking his cock.

The brunette withdrew his fingers, only to add another digit. My vision grew unfocused as tension slowly pooled in my stomach. I buried my face in the crook of Simon’s neck, moaning against his collarbone.

“Feelin’ good, lovie?” Simon asked, fingers carding through my hair. I nodded, hot tears welling in my eyes. “Add another.”

I choked out a sob as another digit slid inside of me, stretching me out. My thighs quivered, nerve endings igniting with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck- I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, eyes locking onto the man between my legs. Johnny pulled back, bringing his unoccupied palm to my clit. His blue eyes locked onto my twitching cunt, teeth sinking into my inner thigh.

My jaw went slack, eyes painfully rolling to the back of my head. Hot tears streaked my flushed cheeks. I whined as I came undone on his fingers. I clenched around his fingers, vision going white. My skin tingled as jolts of electric pleasure washed over my limbs. I twitched, muscles tensing under his touch.

As he withdrew his fingers, I suddenly went limp in Simon’s arms. My sweaty chest heaved as I gasped for air. Johnny leaned in, gently brushing away strands of damp hair from my face. Simon pressed a soft kiss to my temple.

“Stay with them while I get water,” Simon said, shifting his weight on the mattress. The springs beneath us squeaked as he rose. Johnny tugged me into his embrace, arms wrapping around my back. His stubble rubbed against my neck as he trailed wet kisses along my skin. He whispered soft praises, fingers idly tracing patterns into my skin.

“Sit up for me,” Simon said, sitting down beside me. He grabbed my wrist, tugging me up. I took a hold of the water bottle in his hand and brought it to my lips. His thick fingers reached out, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Small sips,” Johnny said with a kiss to my cheek.

I tilted the bottle back, quenching my parched tongue.

“Nae chugging! I said sip.” Johnny frowned. I handed the bottle back to Simon with a long exhale. The two men glanced at each other, and then back at me.

“Do you want to keep going?” Simon asked. I nodded.

“Course I do.”

Johnny grinned, laying on his back. He curled two fingers.

“Come here, then.” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. I swung one leg over his hip, straddling his waist. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, dragging his head through my slit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips tight. My eyelids fluttered close as I slowly sunk down on his length. A low groan rose from his chest as he pulled me down onto his length. I gripped the headboard, using it for leverage as I slowly rose. His hands guided my hips up and down on his cock.

“You ready for me?” Simon asked, squirting lube into his palm. I watched as he slowly stroked his cock, spreading the lube over his heated skin.

“Yeah, go slow at first.”

“Course I will.” He grunted, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips.

“Give me one too,” Johnny frowned. Sighing, the Brit leaned in and pressed his lips to Johnny.

“Happy?” He asked, moving to kneel behind me.

“Very.”

He settled his hand on my waist, fingers splaying over my stomach. His cockhead nudged my entrance. Squeezing my eyes shut, I whined as he pushed past the ring of tight muscle.

“Oh, fuck!” Johnny sputtered, “squeezing me-”

“Come on, open up f’ me.” Simon groaned, inching himself inside of me. The air was pulled from my burning lungs as he slowly pushed forward. Simon reached around, rubbing quick circles into my clit. I tossed my head back against his shoulder, panting out shallow breaths. His palm landed harshly on my cunt. I clenched around his cock, a desperate whine escaping from my chest.

“There you go,” he grunted as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, Si, I can feel you,” Johnny moaned.

I felt Johnnys cock twitch inside of me. My head spun, clit throbbing at the sensation of being split open. Sweaty palms groped every bit of flesh they could reach.

“Move, please-” I groaned, legs quivering beneath me. The two men slowly rocked their hips in and out of me. Tears brimmed in my eyes, my vision going unfocused.

Johnny’s hand landed on my ass, flesh blossoming with irritation. I whined, clenching around both men. Their groans reverberated around the small bedroom.

Simon grabbed my chin, tilting my head to the side. He pressed kisses against my sweaty skin, teeth grazing my pulse point. He bit down hard enough for blood droplets to rise to the surface of my skin.

“You like being stuffed with our cocks?” Simon grunted against my neck.

“Yes- fuck!” My head spun, limbs going limp in Simon’s hold. I fell forward into Johnny’s chest, drool spilling from my parted lips. Static washed over my body as I gushed around the two men. Both men grunted,

gripping my hips tighter as they fucked into my convulsing cunt.

“I’m not gonna fuckin’ last like this,” Johnny moaned, wrapping his arms around my back. He bent his knees, rocking his hips up into me. Simon groaned, matching his pace with the Scot.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” Simon moaned, leaning forward. His sweaty palm soothed across my back as his hips grew erratic. Johnny whined, hips stilling inside of me as he came. Simon followed suit, fucking me through his orgasm, before slowly coming to a stop.

The two men panted, hands running over my sweaty body. Simon’s hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into his warm embrace. My eyelids fluttered open, taking in the brown eyes before me. His lips curled into a smile. Johnny was soon at my side, fingers brushing stray hairs from my face.

“Johnny, would you mind running a bath?” Simon asked, looking up at the Scot. The brunette leaned in, pressing his lips to Simon.

“Course.”

-

I leaned back against Johnny’s chest as he scrubbed my skin with a cloth. Simon sat opposite us, knees tucked to his chest.

“You sure you’re okay?” Simon asked again, fingers skimming up my thigh.

“Yes, Simon. You can stop asking.” I laughed, tilting my head back against Johnny’s shoulder. Simon’s brown eyes flicked toward Johnny.

Johnny’s chest heaved as he cleared his throat with a cough. I turned my head, looking up at the man. He folded his hands neatly in my lap, pursing his lips tightly.

“Would you…want to do this again?”

Masterlist

[crowsofdarkness]

Arranged: Chapter Seventeen

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: There is smut in this chapter! Unprotected p in v, spanking, oral with female receiving, slight use of a knife but nothing major, slight choking.

Tags: @sakuracyberhex

With the towel wrapped tightly around me, I shook off the excess water from my hair and padded barefoot into the bedroom, ready to get dressed and find out if Bucky or Steve had found out any new information. The shower I intended to have ended up being me soaking in the large tub as I allowed the hot water to ease my stressed muscles. 

As much as I would have liked to rush things along in hopes of finding my parents' killer, I knew that it would be useless if I wasn’t one hundred percent mentally prepared. 

I came to a sudden halt when I saw the person lounging on the chair, legs spread wide. 

“Fuck, Bucky. You scared the shit out of me,” I gasped while clutching the towel closer to my chest. 

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath as his lips were parted, something heavy on his mind. He had cleaned all the blood from his hands and was dressed in a clean suit. I didn’t bother to ask where he had cleaned himself up, knowing he didn’t join me.

“Everything alright?” I asked. 

Bucky hummed in response. 

“Oh-kay,” I replied. 

Before I could enter our closet, his deep voice saying my name halted my movements. 

“Do you need something?” 

He nodded with his hand extended towards me and I took it, our fingers linked together. A quick tug and I was now straddling his lap, the bottom of my towel raising to just below the round of my ass. 

Bucky’s hands rested on my hips while his lips brushed against the crook of my neck. 

“You smell so fucking delicous, doll,” he groaned. “I’m such a sucker for jasmine.”

The growing bulge in his pants that pressed against my bare mound told me exactly what he needed. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. 

He was leaving small love bites all along my neck and I rutted myself against him. Bucky hissed while tightening his hold on my hips. My fingers ran through his hair and forced his lips up towards me, crashing them with my own. 

It was a quick one, Bucky pulling away before attacking my neck once again.

“I need you, doll.” 

I let out a breathy moan when his vibranium hand began to slide up underneath my towel. The coldness of his finger brushed over my already slick entrance and I rolled myself over it, hoping he understood my silent plea. 

He answered with the finger sliding deep between my folds and I moaned at the sensation. It had only been the second time we’ve been this intimate but I don’t think I’d ever get used to the feeling.  

Bucky’s finger slowly pumped in and out, almost in tangent with my hips as I continued to roll on top of him. Our breaths came out in a mess of curses, my orgasm started to build, and Bucky understood. 

So he slipped his finger out, the sudden emptiness brought a frown to my lips. Bucky kissed the corners of them. 

“You think I would let you cum that quick and easy? After how you acted tonight?” 

I shook on top of him, body covered with goosebumps. 

“Bucky, please,” I begged while grabbing his hand in hopes to guide it back to my now swollen clit. 

He quickly had my hands between my back, held by his flesh one. The warm breath from his mouth was felt on my cheek as he nibbled on my ear and with his free hand, the towel that was around me had been thrown across the room. 

I was bare in front of Bucky’s hungry gaze and he flicked my hard nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation. 

“What do you want?” He questioned. 

I whined, not wanting to have to beg for it. 

“You had no problem running your mouth earlier, doll. What happened?” Bucky teased. 

With one hand still holding mine behind me, he started to pinch and pull my nipples giving both of them equal time. My hips dug deeper into his, hoping the friction from his pants would be enough to chase my orgasm. 

I couldn’t register what happened until my body was thrown onto our bed. Bucky stood at the end, his dark eyes grazing every inch of my body. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip in anticipation. 

“Spread them,” he ordered. 

My legs had opened wide for him as I leaned back onto my elbows, my pussy on display for his eyes only. 

Bucky was on his knees and pulled my hips closer to his face and I couldn’t stop the squeal that erupted from my throat. 

“All I could think of today was the way you tasted on my tongue.” Bucky admitted with a groan as he stared at my wetness. 

His tongue spread wide over it and I grunted out a loud moan with my head falling back onto the bed. The tip of his tongue pressed down hard onto the swollen nub of my clit and I forced his face deeper, fucking his face. 

Bucky moans vibrated against me and my lips parted in a silent scream as my orgasm washed over me with no warning. I convulsed onto his face and he lapped up my arousal. Even in the faint light of the room, I could see the aftermath of my orgasm shine on the small hairs of Bucky’s face as he looked up from my pussy. 

“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough,” Bucky admitted. 

He kissed his way up every inch of skin until he reached my lips, locking us in a battle of tongues and I moaned when I tasted myself on him. I made quick work of shedding his jacket and dress shirt from him and when I began to undo the belt at his pants, vibranium fingers stopped me. 

“Get on your knees,” He demanded again with a deep voice. 

“Bucky,” I began. 

Skin against skin echoed throughout the room followed by a shreking moan as Bucky slapped my ass with his vibranium hand. 

“Ass towards me. Now!” 

Without a second thought, I was on my knees in front of him on the bed and the sound of pants falling to the ground sounded in my ears. 

“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have,” Bucky’s warm breath fanned across my back. 

But the warmth was gone, replaced with cool metal dragging across my spine. Only it wasn’t his fingers. This was something more sharp. 

I bit the inside of my cheek when I realized exactly what was being dragged across my skin. 

“I saw the way you watched as I twirled this between my fingers,” Bucky spoke. 

He had the knife in front of my face and it glimmered in the light from the bedside lamp. 

“Do you have a knife kink, doll?” 

I felt like putty in front of him, unsure how to answer. Which only caused Bucky to slap my ass once again. 

“I don’t know,” I admitted with a breathy moan. 

Bucky dropped the knife onto the bed. “Maybe another night. Right now I want to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

“Oh, Bucky,” I groaned, head falling to the mattress. 

With a quick snap of his hips, his hard cock slid into my drenched lips and I began rocking back onto him hoping to help him fill me up. Our bodies rocked together as our moans of desire bounced off the walls of our bedroom and Bucky’s hands gripped deep into my hips as he held me still before sliding in and out of me at an unforgiving pace. 

My ears rang with white noise and my eyes rolled back, the sensation causing me to quiver underneath him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. So tight. So fucking tight,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, oh, Bucky,” I panted. “I’m so close.” 

“Not yet, doll.” 

I groaned because there wasn’t any way I could hold on, my orgasm catching up so close. The blood ran from my head straight down to my core as my toes curled. My breathing became ragged when I began to lose control of my actions. 

“Please,” I begged. 

Bucky now was dragging his cock in and out of me in an antagonizing slow pace, the feel of every vein on his dragging on my walls. I clenched around him, our shared wetness creating ungodly sounds. 

Suddenly there was a persistent knocking at our door and I went to push Bucky away but his grip on me held strong, cock still dragging in and out of me. 

“Yeah?” Bucky called out. 

“It’s Steve. I need you downstairs.” 

Bucky’s vibranium finger reached around to my swollen clit and began drawing circles. I had to bite back a moan. 

“Is it important?” Bucky asked. 

“I wouldn’t be bothering you guys if it wasn’t.” 

I peaked over my shoulder. “Maybe we should—oh fuck!” 

Bucky’s pace in my pussy started up again and I felt the tip of his cock reach every single inch of me. 

With his vibranium finger still working my clit, his other hand wrapped around my throat and pulled my back up into his chest, the new position made my head spin. I let out another loud moan. 

"Be quiet, otherwise he's going to hear you. Or maybe you'd like that? Having Steve hear how I have you bent over, fucking this tight pussy,” Bucky grunted in my ear. 

My second orgasm washed over me in waves with that simple thought Bucky had planted in my mind and I spasmed over his cock which did nothing to halter his erratic movements. 

“Buck?” 

He groaned but never responded to Steve. 

“I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up,” he bit hard down on the skin of my shoulder, him keeping up his promise. 

His cock throbbed and pulsed as he spilled himself into me and I rolled my hips over him, hoping to get every last drop. 

Our bodies fell in a heap onto the bed and Bucky rolled me on top of him, dragging the blanket over our lower half. He brushed a soft kiss to my forehead. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

I nodded in a haze and Bucky chuckled. 

Our eyes locked and we shared a slower, passionate kiss. I could see in his eyes that Bucky wanted to say something, his lips even parted to speak. 

“I lo-.”

“Bucky, this is important-.” 

Steve barged into the room but I had been too tired to try and cover up more. Even if my lower half was covered, with the right angle Steve could have been able to see my exposed breasts. Bucky simply wasn’t bothered in the way Steve gazed at the two of us, an amused expression on his face. 

“I probably should have knocked,” Steve chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. 

I didn’t miss the way his cheeks reddened in a blush. 

“What is so important, Steve,” I asked with a yawn. 

Bucky left another kiss on my forehead. 

“We’ve got a location.” 

I was suddenly wide awake. 

[sandorswhore]

lucky

summary: chris tells you not to cum, you do anyway.

warnings: daddy!chris, spanking, punishment, edging/orgasm denial kinda, super short i’m sorry :(

“please daddy i n-need to cum”

“don’t do it baby, you need to wait” i can’t, i was hoping i could tell him psychically, seeing as i was unable to form sentences.

i just cried then squealed letting him know i simply couldn’t.

“don’t fucking do it y/n, you’ll regret it” but i couldn’t care. i clenched around him, letting out a scream as fucked into me, harder, deeper. i had been denied of my orgasm for an hour, which may not sound like a long time but chris usually gives in, not tonight tho.

“you’re lucky i’m so fucking close, so fucking lucky” he slapped my ass but it all felt so good, i didn’t care. i just enjoyed being fucked into by my boyfriend, rougher than before just worried about his own high. i felt him shoot inside me, slamming in and out of me as he did. he thrusts were sharper, stabbing my g spot again, and again.

i felt him pull out, feeling satisfied with our scene and ready to be babied and go to sleep. but he had a different plan. he sat down on the bed leaving me laying on my chest, trying to catch my breath and come

back from the bliss. as i was in the middle of a deep breath he grabbed me, pulling me to him and bending me over his knee.

he spanked me. no warning, no explanation, nothing. i felt him grab my hair, pulling my head up closer so he could talk in my ear.

“you came before daddy said you could”

“couldn’t help it daddy, you felt so good” i wiggled my hips against him before feeling him smack me and tighten his grip on my hair.

“don’t talk back, bad girls don’t get to talk”

i stayed silent.

“good. now you were a slut, finishing without permission, and you have to be punished, do you understand?”

i stayed quiet. was this a trick?

“speak baby” the pet like command making me push legs together.

“i understand daddy”

“good. you’re gonna get 12, 6 on each. you think that’s fair baby?”

“yes daddy”

“because you were bad”

“yes daddy i was bad i need to be punished” i did feel a little bad, i didn’t like disobeying him but i simply couldn’t help it.

“such a smart girl for me” he smacked my ass, making me gasp.

“count”

“one” i choked out.

“two”

“three”

“four”

“five”

“six” i could feel my self tighten up.

“seven” oh shit.

“eight” i’m cumming.

i tried not to make it obvious but he noticed my squirming. he reached his hand in between my legs. i’ll admit i was a little scared.

“aw my poor baby, so dumb you just can’t control yourself” he talked down to me, i whined. he knew i didn’t do it on purpose.

“can you be a good dumb slut and take four more?”

“yes daddy, i can take it, i wanna be good for you”

“i know angel” he spanked me again. i giggled.

“you like that?” i whined.

“i’ll make you a deal, you cum for me one more time, from me spanking you, we’ll be even” he lifted my head so i could see his face.

“‘kay baby?” his eyes were softer now. i loved how different he could be in bed, always matching my energy.

“please daddy” he spanked me again, making me giggle. it tickled now, for some reason and it felt so good, he just kept going. my laughs turned to moans as the knot in my stomach got tighter.

“chrissssssss”

“i know baby let go for me” he hit me again, pushing me over the edge. i yelled out, shaking, laid across his lap as he pet my head, whispering praises and coos at me as i came down.

chris turned me over and held me as i caught my breath, kissing and rubbing me.

“so good for me baby, took it so well”

“wanna be your good girl” i didn’t mean to always act like a brat. it was fun to disobey occasionally but i liked being good for him, it made him happy.

“you are my good girl baby, all mine. so lucky to have you”

a/n- this is so short i’m very sorry, next one will be longer i promise

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ the best thing that’s ever been mine ”

jason grace x greek!fem!reader ⚡

a quest turned unforgettable

a/n happy 30th birthday loml (bc he's very alive xo)

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Y/N was already exhausted. She joined Jason on their last quest before they would be off to New Rome University.

“There’s too many choices,” she complained, laying upside down on the motel bed in a random small town in Vermont, “I cannot decide between journalism and creative writing.”

The tall blond walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. He held his toothbrush that was still covered in the blue paste, “why don't you do both?”

She thought for a second, “I’ll decide when we get there, I guess.”

He leaned back inside the bathroom to spit in the sink before joining her on the bed. She leaned over, laying her head in his lap so her so he could play with her hair, “two weeks.”

“Ugh,” she scrunched her face, “that’s so weird.”

“It’s not that weird,” he laughed, “it’s nice. We’re gonna be moving in together, every night can be like this.”

She smiled, sitting up, “seems too good to be true.”

He trailed his arm around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, “I know, every morning I actually have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not still dreaming,” he melancholically smiled, “I have to make sure I have this life, that this is actually happening to me,” he looked down at her, “and that you're real.”

She bit her lip, smiling, “cheesy.”

“Hey!” He defended, “I open up to you and get called cheesy?”

She giggled, “sorry, sorry,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing his expression to soften, “I just think it’s cute you think I might not be real.”

“How is that cute?” he laughed. She kneeled on the bed to now be taller than him, “because it means you love me.”

He laid back, pulling her down with him, “love isn't a strong enough word, sweetheart.”

“Hm,” she positioned herself on her elbows, “then what is?”

“I don't think there’s a word for it.”

“Enamored, adoration, agape?”

“Did you just open a thesaurus?”

She cackled, throwing her head back, “it’s called a brain, blondie.”

“Sorry, I’ve never heard of that,” he joked.

She leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth, “most people’s are in their head, but yours might be here,” she held onto his bicep.

“Wow, Y/N,” he sighed, “where’s yours then?”

She shrugged, sitting up to lean on the headboard, “considering I came on this quest, because I didn't want to leave you, I say here,” she answered, pointing to her chest.

“Your heart?” he grinned.

“No, my boobs.”

He let out a bray laugh, throwing himself onto a pillow. She grabbed another pillow to hit him with.

“Ow!”

“That did not hurt.”

“It could’ve,” he responded.

“You’ve been stabbed countless times, I think you can handle a feather pillow.”

“Wow, hit me where it hurts,” he sarcastically replied.

“Okay,” she smiled, hitting him again.

“Y/N!” He yelped, shielding his face with his arms.

She hit him again, and again, and again. When she finally stopped, he stared up at her in a way that his blue eyes might as well be shaped like hearts, “Jason?”

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened, she trailed his face, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious. The way his eyebrows nervously creased and a soft smile curved on his lips, told her all she needed to know.

“When?”

He sat up with her, “really?”

She bit her bottom lip before a smile found its way to her cheeks, “I love you more than anything, Jase. We might as well.”

He kissed her, tightly holding her face in his hands. She was first to pull away, although still tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, “there’s a convenience store, across the street.”

“Yeah?”

“I bet they sell ring pops.”

“Oh?” he looked at her for a second, “let’s go.” He quickly got up, pulling on a hoodie. She followed, putting on a pair of leggings to pair with the oversized t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend. Scratch that. Fiancé. “Ready?” He smiled with an outstretched hand.

She took his hand in hers, “ready.”

They rushed out of their room in a fit of giggles. The thought they probably woke up a few of the other people staying there crossed both their minds for a quick second before the true situation was the only thing they could think about. They were gonna get married.

They stepped out to see the empty streets and sidewalks. She briefly looked up at Jason, “Jay?”

“Yeah?” He looked down to her with an unfaltering smile on his lips.

“Are we dumb?”

He thought for a second, looking at the stars that were so clear in the Vermont sky where there was maybe one streetlight in sight. “No.”

She laughed, leaning her head against his arm as they crossed the street, where Jason insisted on looking both ways even though there wasn't a car in a hundred mile radius. “I think we’re idiots.”

“You're the only one,” he paused, “I mean the only one who thinks that,” he defended, “not the only idiot.” He stopped again before continuing, “not that either of us are idiots, we’re very smart actually. This is a smart thing to do.” He kissed her head as she stifled laughs at the boy’s nervousness. He opened the door of the convenience store, letting her walk in first.

She crossed her arms, “when we get back to camp, Annabeth gonna be on our asses about this.”

“Hey,” he turned around to grab both her hands, “you wanna do this, right?”

She leaned up to kiss his lips, “more than anything.”

“Good,” he grabbed something off a shelf to look at to divert his gaze from her shining eyes, “because I don't think I’ve ever been happier than right now.”

She tilted her head. She placed her hand under his chin to get him to look at her once more, “seriously?”

He looked around awkwardly. He then placed his lips to hers as he whispered, “you’re the greatest thing in my life. I love you more than anything.”

Her smile beamed at him, “I love you, too, blondie.”

He laughed, “then let’s get some rings.”

They aimlessly wandered the small store to look for the candy aisle. They giddily pranced into the section.

“Okay, what’s your favorite flavor?” He asked her as they stood before the ring pops.

“Cherry,” She leaned forward to grab the package, she turned to look back at the son of Jupiter, “what about you?”

“I don't know,” he shrugged, “I’ve actually never had one.”

“No way,” she grinned. “Here,” she picked through the flavors, “I think you’d like this one,” she handed him the blue raspberry candy, “it matches your eyes.”

“Thanks, love,” he took it from her grasp before grabbing her free hand, “you wanna go get married now?”

Her heart fluttered at the reminder of what they were truly doing. They were getting married. They were going to be husband and wife. Bounded by holy matrimony.

“You okay?”

She quickly nodded, “never been better.”

They hurriedly checked out and rushed out of the store. They both stopped in their tracks just outside of the store.

“Where are we getting married?” He mentioned, looking down at the girl.

“Yeah, I don't know.”

“Wait, one second,” he let go of her hand to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“If you get any single out here, I think it’s a sign we have to get married.”

He chuckled, typing into Google. “Hey, wait, there’s a chapel ten minutes away.”

“You're kidding,” she responded, leaning against him to see his phone, “but it closes in five minutes?” she frowned.

“Hold on,” he dialed in the phone number he found on the website. He held his phone to his ear, a few seconds passed before he spoke, “hello? Sorry, I know it’s late but- yeah, we were hoping we could get married tonight,” he locked eyes with her as he continued, “uhm, Y/N L/N and Jason Grace,” he went silent for a minute, “really? That’d be amazing, thank you so much. We’ll be right there.” He placed his phone back in his pocket, “we’re getting married tonight,” he couldn't have smiled any wider when he spoke.

She laughed in amazement. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, “we’re getting married!” she nearly shouted. 

He kissed her hair, tightly holding her, “we’re getting married,” he slowly let go of her, “but we have to hurry.”

“Right,” she nodded. I want to say that they flew there as in they just drove really fast, but they did in fact fly there. Above the wooded forest that lined the streets. When they finally arrived at the chapel, there was a singular light on by the front door and a sign with missing letters that read Elysium Wedding Chapel.

“Elysium,” she spoke, “are you serious?”

“A little threatening,” Jason joked as they walked closer to the white building. He squeezed her hand as he knocked on the door.

An older woman, about 70 or so, answered the door. A smile donned her face as her eyes met the two, “you must be Y/N and Jason! Come in!” She led the two of them into what looked to be a living room with pink and floral furniture that looked to be from the fifties or so.

“Thank you for taking us so late,” Jason mentioned as the woman opened a large book. She stood under an arch adorned with fake pink flowers and green vines.

“Nonsense,” she replied, “we hardly ever get visitors,” another woman, who seemed a bit younger walked in, “oh! Here’s my daughter, Alexandria, she’ll be your witness.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alexandria said, “you two look young, how old are you?”

“We’re eighteen,” Y/N answered, her arm now locked with Jason and her hand holding his.

“Oh my!” Both women exclaimed, causing giggles from the couple. The older woman seemed as though she was about to speak again but suddenly began looking around the stand where the book was on.

“Geez Louise, I lost my glasses again,” she shook her head, “I’ll be right back.” With that, she scurried out of the room.

There was a moment of silence before Alexandria began to speak, “you know why we call it the Elysium Wedding Chapel?”

They both shook their heads, momentarily sharing a look before turning back to the woman.

“Elysium was the Greek equivalent of Heaven. So, when my mother and father opened this place, they thought about how romantic the Greeks were and decided to name it after their Heaven.”

“That’s amazing,” Y/N responded. She then looked up at the blond, “right, sweetheart?”

He smirked, “yeah, the Greeks really were romantic.” There were those heart eyes again. He soon looked at the woman, “she’s Greek actually,” his head motioned towards his soon-to-be wife.

“I should've known,” the elder added, “Greek girls are always the prettiest.” (i’m totally not just saying that because i’m greek.)

Y/N grinned, “thank you.”

The older woman once again came into the room, “found them! Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She guided the couple to the arch, “you two hold hands.” The two mirrored each other, both distracted by the adrenaline in their veins to think straight. It was finally becoming real, that they were to be married in the next few minutes.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony,” she turned to Jason, “do you have vows you wish to read.”

They shared a look. Jason’s hands sweated in Y/N’s grasp. Sky blue eyes met e/c ones as his mouth opened, “Y/N, I know you already know this, but I love you, so much,” he blinked in an attempt to stop himself crying, “I never thought that I could be loved in the capacity that you do. I always was taught to believe that I was nothing but a soldier,” he hesitated, realizing how strange that must've sounded to the strangers, “but I think you freed me and I’ll forever thank you for that, Y/N.” “Damn it,” she mumbled as tears began to spill, “Jason, if anyone asked, you are the most incredible person to walk this planet. You are the most selfless, caring, loving person I have ever met. Since the day I met you, I knew I never wanted to be away from you for a second, and there would be no greater gift than spending my life with you.” He let his tears rain down when she finished. He looked down as he tried to gather himself.

The woman turned to Jason, “do you Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

He sniffled, “I do.”

“Do you Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

Y/N widely smiled, her cheeks hurting from how much she had done so that evening, “I do. I really do.”

“Rings?” The woman questioned.

“Right, sorry,” he grabbed the bag he had left on a nearby table.

“Oh!” The woman raised her eyebrows, “ring pops?”

“The only thing we could get on short notice,” Y/N mentioned, smiling through the tears on her face.

“Okay, then,” the woman laughed, “repeat after me,” Jason tightly held onto the cherry candy, “with this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he slipped the ring onto the girl.

Y/N’s hands began to shake, “with this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated.

The woman clasped her hands together, “by the power invested in me, I pronounce you, Jason Grace and Y/N L/N, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Jason took her face in his hands, bringing their lips together. She could taste the salt on his lips from the tears, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was kissing her husband.

They left the chapel, hand in hand. No words were said on their way back to the motel. They had said everything they had needed to say for centuries. But just before they entered the room, Jason stopped her.

“What?” She questioned, looking around.

He opened the door before turning back and picking her up bridal style, “I had to,” he smiled. She threw her head back, laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they walked into the room. He placed her softly on the bed, hovering over her.

“I love you, Mrs. Grace,” he whispered just as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

She brushed her thumbs against his cheeks, “I love you, Mr. Grace.” He kissed her once more, “hm, you take good, too.”

He chuckled, “so do you.”

“I think we should always eat ring pops before we kiss.”

He kissed her neck before looking back up at her, “anything you want.”

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bonus! 

Y/N and her secret husband sat side by side on the grass of Camp Half Blood alongside the rest of the Seven as well as Nico and Will.

“Why are you wearing an old ring pop?” Annabeth queried.

“Oh, uhm,” Y/N panicked as she scrambled to find an answer.

Leo interrupted before she could say anything, “I was asking Jason the same thing earlier!”

That’s when the daughter of Athena noticed the matching ring on the boy’s left ring finger. She looked back up at Y/N, “you didn't.”

“Annabeth-”

“You got married!” the blonde girl exclaimed.

Everyone crowded around the two asking questions about what happened.

“I can’t believe you didn't tell us,” Percy commented, crossing arms.

“We didn't tell anyone,” Jason defended, “we barely knew what was happening!”

“I can't believe you didn't choose me as your best man,” Leo offensively added.

The blond rubbed his forehead, “I didn't have a best man at all, Leo.”

“How did it happen?” Piper questioned, leaning closer to the two.

“If you guys would shut up for five seconds, we’ll tell you,” Y/N responded.

They both went on to tell the group everything. From the pillow fight, to the vows. The way they laughed and talked over each other made them realize that husband and wife was the simplest way you could describe them.

[darthannie]

purpose statement

part two of thesis statement

Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader

Summary: After spending the night at your professor’s house, you’re left wondering what the hell you’re gonna do next.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is 24, Jim is 43), morning sex, kissing, praise, dom!Jim, p in v, oral, budding d/s relationship(?)

a/n: I’m back. Kinda! I'll make a post about it! But, here's part two of thesis statement! Read the first one if you'd like. Jim english professor confirmed (to me lol). I might turn this into a series but I'm not too sure yet. This one ends with kind of a cliffhanger, so there might be a part three. Anywho, enjoy!

A leg drapes over yours.

A hand grabs your stomach.

Warm air hits the back of your neck.

His nose softly brushes across your shoulder as he presses a kiss there. And all through this, you’re just barely awake. You sigh into the feeling, pressing your back against his chest. You didn’t know what time it was, and you couldn’t care less. He tightend his embrace. You try to scoot closer to him as if that was even possible. You wanted to be completely engulfed by him. You had a ton of questions, but for now, you were mute. This was as good as it was going to get. After a minute, you manage to turn around and face him before burying youself in his chest.

“Mornin’”, he sighs. 

“Ugh, what time is it?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” He kisses the top of your head as silence settles around the both of you. 

“What’s going through your head?”, he asks. 

“Why were you in the shop that day?”

“Well… It was part dare and part curiosity. And another part of me wanted to try out a toy for the first time.”

“You left in quite a rush.”

“Well, yes a certain student graced me with her presence.”

You blush and meet his eyes, remembering the interaction. “Did you go back?”

“Oh, no.” he chuckles. 

“Why not.”

“I have my toy right here.”

“Jim…”, I said faining annoyance and rolling my eyes at him

“Sorry, sorry that was lame. However, you have to admit it’s true,” his voice darkens, “Are you gonna go home and touch yourself or would you rather have the real thing?”

Your breath hitched. “I-I’d rather have the real thing.” You placed your hand on his chest as if to confirm his existance. He was real and you were indeed in bed with him. In bed with your professor. 

He kissed your forehead, “Right. That’s exactly right… Class is cancelled by the way.” He said it so matter-of-factly. Like it was as easy as that. And, apparently, it was. 

“Check your email.”

You rolled over and grabbed your phone that was magically plugged into a charger, Jim’s doing. You opened up your email and there it was. Among spam emails about the latest 20% off sale at the campus store was an email from Jim. 

“Due to unforeseen circumstances, class today is cancelled. See you all next week ready to work. Best, Jim”

You dropped your phone on the bed. “Jim… What? Why?”

“Because I would rather spend my day in bed with a beautiful woman.” He pulled you into a kiss. “Is that a crime?”

“Well, I just thought-“ You’re cut off by a hand reaching down to you hip. His other hand squeezes between the mattress and your body. You yelp as he guides you to straddle him. You help him along and he looks up at you, teasing you as he cocks his head to the side. “You thought what?”

Your hands lay on his chest. You feels him hard under you. “I thought it was a one night thing. I thought that was it.”

“Oh, no, love I meant it when I said you were mine. I mean. If you want to be of course.”

“What like a friends with benefits situation?”

He tilted his head side to side as if weighing his options. “Yeah, something like that.”

You jaw unhinged to speak but no sound came out. You sat back on his lap, feeling him dig into you a bit more. He spoke before you could muster anything up, “You don’t have to make a decision right now. I don’t want to force you into any type of arrangement or anything. However-“

“However,” you grinded your hips, “what?”

He held in a groan, “However, I really want to be inside you right now, love… Please…” His hands rested on your thighs and he lifted his hips to show you how much he wanted it. He pulled you down into a kiss and wrapped his arms around you. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him away to make room. You moved down to kiss his neck. His breath got caught in his throat as you liked a stripe up his neck and reached down under the covers. He let out a hiss as your hand went under his underwear and wrapped around his cock. 

“How are you already so hard?” You woke up ready to tease and he only bucked his hips up in response as you released him.

“Baby, please-“

“Please what?”

He moaned again. “I need-“

“Need what?”

He exhaled, “Fuck.” He flipped her over so she was on her back. He hungrily kissed her neck and nipped at her ear. He grabs onto one of her tits and feels the weight of it in your hand. He moves down to suck on it as she moan his name. He pulls back up and kisses your lips. “Tell me I can take what I want.”

“Jim, I-“

“Tell me, love. Tell me I can take whatever I want.”

You have never been more turned on in your life. You looked him in the eye and say “You can take whatever you want.”

You didn’t even realize he was lining himself up with your wet hole. He plunged into you right as you finished your sentence. He moves in slow thrusts and focuses on you, wanting to see take in you expression. 

He looks down at your body. He wants nothing more than to worship every inch. Everything about this is wrong. It should have been avoided at all costs, but instead of focusing on that he focuses on draging his hand the curve of you hips. He focuses on how your breast fits perfectly in his hand. He focuses on the taste of your lips. It doesn’t matter how wrong this is. He wants all of you.

You’re sweating. Your hair is messy. Nothing about you is put together, and he thinks you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you are so fucking gorgeous.” He kissed her right as he finished his sentence. 

“You’re amazing,” he kissed your cheek, “and you’re a damn good writer.”

He whispered the last part into your ear and kissed your neck. Your giggle turned into a moan as you felt him shift to a new spot inside of you, suddenly hitting where you needed him most.  A groan left him as he repositioned himself, thrusting harder and moving to cup your face. Desperate. He was desperate for you.

You pulled him closer to you, needing to feel his body against yours again. He picked up the pace when your fingers laced through his hair, guiding his mouth to your neck. Your other hand firmly held is arm to brace yourself for an orgasm that has yet to come. He nipped at your neck, careful not to leave marks. All the sensations at once motivated you to let go of his arm and reach for your clit. He chuckled and removed your hand from between your bodies, earning him a whimper. He pinned your arm above your head. 

“Ask me.” You only whimpered in response. 

“Go ahead, use your words. Ask me.“

A quiet “please” was all you could utter. 

“Please, what? Please stop?” he said as he slowed his pace. 

“No!” 

“Then, what? What do you want to do, love?”

“I want to rub my clit while you fuck me.” You spoke barely above whisper and he heard you, but it didn’t matter. He wanted you to beg. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” 

You groaned, growing more needy and annoyed as every second passed. “Please…”

“Say it, babygirl.” He thrust suddenly. Hard and deep.  

“Ah! Please, let me rub my clit while you fuck me. Please, please, please!” 

He grinned and gripped your wrist. He moved your arm in between your bodies and you immediately began touching yourself. Your head tilted back as your eyes rolled back and closed. It was better than anything you could have imagined. You opened your eyes to find Jim looking down and staring where your bodies met. He slowed down and watched as he entered you. 

“Jim, please, don’t stop. I’m so close.” 

He pulled out and watched your expression twist from one of pleasure to one of desperation. 

“Jim,” you drew out his name, “fuck, why!”

“I need to taste you.” He started to move down.

“Jim, please. Just-“

“Are you my good girl?”, he challenged you

You nodded and he shook his head. 

“Words.”

“I’m a good girl.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I’m a very, very good girl.” 

“Then let me eat this pussy.”

He moved down til his face was between your legs. He licked from your wet hole to your clit. You moaned as he licked and sucked. After a few seconds he stopped. 

“Do you deserve my cum, baby? 

“Yes! Please. Please, I deserve it!”

“Tell me you want me. Tell me how bad you need me.” His voice was low. He needed to hear you say it. 

“I want you. I really, really want you.. Fuck, I need you.” You let out a long moan as he went back to your clit with more determination than before. You pressed his head deeper between your legs as he devoured you. He reached up to grab your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You bucked your hips up and he moved with you. 

“I want you inside me. I want your cum inside me again. I want it over and over and over again.” 

He pulled back for air, cursed under his breath, and quickly lined himself up again. 

You kissed him as he entered you slowly again. The kiss was messy and wanton. You tasted yourself on his tongue. His thumb rubbed your clit and your hips absentmindedly met his. 

“Jim,” your voice thin, “I’m gonna-.” 

“Let go, love. I’m right behind you.” 

He let you ride your high before he finished inside you. Spent and panting he didn’t dare move. You were sweaty, exhausted, and experiencing pure bliss. His hands caressed your sides as he soothed you. It was only when you both came down that he pulled out and dragged you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. 

“You were so good,” he whispered, “You were so good for me. So perfect for me...”

You hummed and cuddled into his chest. You felt a bit of awkwardness starting to creep in. You didn’t know how to feel. Submitting to him even the tiniest bit felt like a burden on him, even if he indulged in your every desire. You racked your brain, trying to figure out what to even say in return to you were “so perfect”. You went a little rigid and moved away from him just enough to lift your hand. 

“Thank you. Nice job. Go team.” You mentally facepalmed. You couldn’t figure out what else to say, so you landed on something you’d say after a corporate team building exercise. Or, at least, it felt detached enough that you wouldn’t have to confront your feelings for him.

He laughed and obliged the high five. Then, he laced his fingers with yours and gave the back of your hand a kiss. 

He playfully rolled his eyes, “Darling, why are you getting awkward on me now?” 

You looked up at him and lost yourself in his eyes. He stared back at you with a newfound curiosity. He was searching for a way into your head so that he could finally have some clarity in his life. He just wanted to know if he was right about something, someone, this time. 

“I’m not getting awkward I’m just-“

“Deflecting.” His look said “I’m right aren’t I?” and you half rolled your eyes.

He sighed and rubbed his thumb against your shoulder. “You, my dear, need some advice.”

“Dear god, here comes Professor Ji-.”

“Let. Go.” The soft smile on his face made you feel safe instantly.

You exhaled though your nose, “Pardon?” 

“Let go. Give into… this, whatever this is. Just let go. Let it happen. I’ll be here to catch you.”

“I… How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You don’t. But, I’m asking you to trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“No, not me as your professor. Me as your-“

“As my what? What are you to me exactly? You’re not my partner. We’re not dating. So you as my what?” His comment through you for a loop. You were apprehensive. The last thing you wanted to do was get too attached. 

“As your escape.”

He was right. You desperately needed this. It was an appitite you could never satiate. Yet, you laid with the only person that ever fulfilled your needs and you wondered how much more he could do for you. You wondered how much further you could go, how much deeper this dynamic could go. How much of himself he was willing to give to you? Not to mention, how would you keep this life separate from your life at school? You were both adults, but things like this cloud a persons judgement. 

He continued, “I know you. I can tell what you enjoy just from your writing. You write about romance and relationship dymanics often. I can tell what you’re into based on your word choice alone. I believe it was you that wrote “There’s a certain type of desperation that takes over when you give yourself, your body, to someone else.” I know you, darling. I know what you need and I know how to give it to you. Just let me.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

This is part 2 to @buckys-wintersoldier’s request.

Here For You (part 2) » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of his girl best (the reader) in the sweetest way possible after her boyfriend broke up with her.

Warnings: Fluff, soft Smut (18+), language, tickling, sweet and dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, (f receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Y/EX/N stands for your ex’s name.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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Bucky is the bestest friend you could ever ask for. He helped you through your break up and now the two of you are having a movie night to help get your mind off of your ex boyfriend. You and Bucky are halfway through the second movie, but you aren’t really focused on the movie. You turned your head to admire Bucky.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Bucky says without looking at you.

“I’m not staring. I’m simply admiring my best friend.” You say.

Bucky turned his head to see you biting your bottom lip with a mischievous look on your face.

“Oh no, I know that look. What are you up to?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You grinned.

You went to playfully poke Bucky’s side, but he beat you to it. He grabbed your arms, pulling you over his lap and started tickling you. You started laughing uncontrollably and squirming on his lap.

“B-Bucky! St-Stop!” You laughed.

“Nope! You started this war with that little mischievous grin.” He says.

You tried your best to cover your sides with your arms, but it was hard to do when you’re squirming around.

“Ooh, is that you’re tickle spot?” Bucky mischievously grins.

“No! Don’t!” You laughed.

Bucky’s fingers went straight for your sides making you laugh and squirm even more than you already were.

“St-Stop! I-I’m s-sorry!” You laughed.

“Say “Bucky is my best friend and my favorite person” and I’ll stop.” He says, not letting up with the tickling on your sides.

“B-Bucky is my best fr-friend and my f-favorite person!” You say while laughing.

Bucky stopped tickling you. You laid on his lap, catching your breath. Once your breathing went back to normal, you sat up on Bucky’s lap and straddling him. Everything was quiet, besides the movie playing in the background. You two were staring into each other’s eyes. The next thing you know, your lips were on his, catching Bucky by surprise. You pulled away leaving both of you breathless and still staring into each other’s eyes. Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. He gently laid you down on the couch and hovered over you.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says against your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You say.

Bucky pulled away to take off yours -his- shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and down to your chest and breasts, sucking hard enough on your skin to leave hickeys behind. He kissed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your sleep shorts and looked up at you for permission. You nodded your head. Bucky took your shorts and panties off in one go, leaving you bare underneath him.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky spread your legs, kissing your inner thighs. He stopped at your wet pussy. He placed soft kisses on your clit before licking in between your wet folds causing you to gasp loudly. He slid his right middle and ring finger inside of you, moving them in and out of you while his tongue moved rapidly against your clit. You hands flew down to his head, tugging at his hair.

“Bucky!” You moaned loudly, arching your back off of the couch.

You tried to move your hips against his face, but Bucky put his metal arm across your stomach to prevent you from moving. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Your ex boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

“Oh my- fuck! Right there!” You moaned, tugging harder on his hair.

“Did I find your sweet spot, doll?” He asks, smirking against you.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Bucky continued to hit your sweet spot with his fingers, moving them faster. Strings of loud moans of his name left your lips.

“You make the prettiest sounds for me.” He says.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers causing your orgasm to come closer and closer.

“Bucky! I’m- fuck! Please let me cum!” You moaned.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum for me.” He says.

It felt like a rubber band snapped inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped, moaning loudly as you came harder than ever before, drenching his face and beard with your juices. Bucky licked up every last drop of your juices. He hovered over you licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet, doll.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

You tugged on his t-shirt, wanting him to take it off. Bucky pulled away from your lips just to take his shirt off. You bit your bottom lip and ran your hands down his muscular body, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. You held eye contact with him as you unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Bucky pulled down his jeans and boxers just below his ass. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, his tip was leaking with precum.

“Are you sure that you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do.” Bucky says softly.

“More than anything.” You say.

Bucky lined his hard cock at your entrance, slowly sliding his cock in side of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His cock stretched out your tight pussy. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt good. Bucky is definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. He’s also way bigger than your ex boyfriend. Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded, letting him know that he can start moving. Bucky started off slow and then went faster. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping filled the room. You placed your hands on his back, digging your fingernails into his skin making him hiss at the feeling. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and locking your ankles behind his back. Bucky placed his hands on the arm of the couch above your head to steady himself and put his head on your shoulder. Bucky was loving the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

“Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Bucky moans, kissing along your shoulder.

Bucky placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. You moved one of your hands from his back to the back of his head to intensify the kiss. You moaned when you felt his lower abdomen rub against your sensitive clit. Your moans encouraged Bucky to thrust faster.

“Don’t- fuck! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

“I fucking won’t.” Bucky practically growls.

You began kissing his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys behind. Bucky groaned at the feeling of your teeth against his skin.

“Faster!” You moaned.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He unwrapped your legs from his waist, hooking his arms under your knees and began pounding into you.

“Fuck, yes!” You moaned.

The next words that came out of yours and Bucky’s mouths didn’t phase either one of you.

“I love you, Y/N!” Bucky moans.

“I love you too, Bucky!” You moaned.

You felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach that you felt earlier.

“Bucky! Gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers in your ear.

It felt like a rubber band snapped inside of you again causing you to cum hard again. Your juices dripped down Bucky’s abdomen and thighs. He wasn’t too far behind you.

“Can I- ah fuck! Can I cum inside of you?” He asks panting.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Bucky moaned your name loudly as he came. You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Bucky collapsed on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily as you two looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned down kissing you passionately.

“I meant what I said earlier.” Bucky says against your lips.

“So did I.” You say.

Bucky pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

“Go on a date with me. I’m not trying to pressure you to jump into another relationship, but I can show you things that Y/EX/N never showed you.” He says.

“I absolutely love that.” You say softly, running your fingers through his damp sweaty hair.

Bucky smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says, smiling against your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[thesassypadawan]

Take Charge (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: There’s this one thing you’ve been wanting to try for some time now. A thing that really peeks your interest, but makes you so freaking nervous. Because, well, how the hell does a hamster go about wrangling a damn moose?!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. A bit of sub Hay, dom reader, oral (fem receiving), and… Hayden’s skilled tongue.

Notes: Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @espinathena-17!  I really enjoyed writing this, it was truly a pleasure!  Hope you like it! ❤️

- It was something you’ve wanted to try for more than a hot minute now. Something that really intrigued you, but, at the same time, makes you so freaking nervous. Because you’ve never done anything like this before and, in your mind… How the hell does a hamster go about wrangling a damn moose?!

- Eventually you build up enough courage to talk to Hayden about it. And, to your great surprise, he’s totally up for the idea. In fact, he very much encourages you to ‘take charge’ every now and then…

- Wearing that sexy, little, black outfit he absolutely loves; you sit cross-legged on the edge of his desk. Eyes glued to the door, waiting not so patiently for him to…

- “Angel, are you…” Spotting you in all your lacey glory, he freezes instantly. A big grin spreading across his face. “Well, this is a nice surprise.”

- Biting your lip, you wiggle a bit in anticipation. You’re finally doing this…oh, this is going to be so much fun!

- Straightening up more, you snap your fingers. “Sit,” you mutter. A hint of authority in your voice as you point to the chair in front of you.

- His eyebrows raise slightly, that grin growing wider. Clearly getting where this was going, he quickly obeys. Plopping himself down with a… “Yes, little miss.”

- “Good.” Slowly you uncross your legs, letting him catch a glistening glimpse. Before recrossing them and placing a heeled foot on his chest. Pushing lightly, asking not so innocently. “Tell me…do you want me?”

- “I do,” Hay chuckles softly. His eyes blown so wide; you can barely see the blue in them anymore.

- Tilting your head to the side, you let out a devious, little giggle. “Is that so? Then why don’t you beg me for it…let me hear how much you do.”

- Fingers graze your ankle gently, trailing upwards. Lips brush then press against your smooth skin, causing your breath to hitch. Part of you wants to give in, to just let him do his thing. But you already made it this far so…

- “Ah ah, naughty boy,” you scold. Digging you heel in firmly, pushing him back into his seat. “I told you that I want to hear you beg. Now…get to it.”

- You watch him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing enticingly. “P-please, please, let me kiss you. L-let me touch you; run my hands all over your beautiful b-body.”

- Satisfied with his words, in more ways than one, you ease up. Allowing him to place featherlight kisses on your calf. Teeth nipping and biting your thigh. Hot breath fanning over your sensitive area, making you shudder and stifle a moan.

- Resting his chin on one plushy pillow, he tentatively squeezes the other. “C-can I taste you?” Hayden stutters, gazing up at you hungerly. “Please, I’ve been craving y-you all day.”

- “Such a good boy,” you coo, fingers running through his hair. “I suppose I could, since you did ask so nicely. But, in return…”

- Forcing him back again, you coyly part your legs. Revealing your bare cunt, a low groan escaping him. “…you have to make me feel real good.”

- Eagerly he leans forward. Arms hooking underneath your legs. Mouth hovering. “I-I promise,” he murmurs, voice rumbling through you.

- Hay’s tongue laps at your wet folds. Wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly. Then nuzzling it teasingly with his nose, while tracing the rim of your aching core. Completely and utterly devouring you like a man starved.

- Your moans fly freely now. Nails scratching at the polished wood, hips shamelessly bucking into his face. Stomach curling pleasantly, pussy fluttering and clenching around him. “Mmmh, that’s it; right there. I-”

- Just as you’re really getting into it, he suddenly pulls away and abruptly stands. Leaving you totally hot and bothered, fighting to not whine or sound all desperate. “You’re not the one calling the shots tonight, I am. And, I didn’t say you could stop.”

- Smirking down at you, he wipes your slick off his face with the back of his hand. The tent he’s sporting on full display. “Sorry to spoil your ‘taking charge’ moment, but I can’t hold back anymore. Need you…bad.”

- As much as you’d like to be upset, it’s kind of hard to be when…you’re staring at something, well, that hard. Plus, you have to admit, you need him bad too. “Fine,” you huff. Scooting to the edge of the desk, spreading your legs wider.

- Frantically, he undoes his pants; cock standing tall and proud. Large hands grabbing and gripping your thighs. Pulling you closer, fat tip pressing at your entrance. He’s just about to take the final plunge when…

- “Hold up there a second, big guy!” You order, words and tone making him stop. “You can only have fun if…you take care of your ‘mess’ afterwards.”

- Hayden growls, grip tightening. You think he’s going to argue or protest, instead… “Yes, little miss; I’ll be sure to lick everything clean.”

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