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es-kay-zee · 4 years ago

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Double or Nothing | Lee Minho & Han Jisung x Reader

pairing: jisung x reader x minho

genre: smut

warnings: non-idol au, dom! minho, sub! jisung, sub! afab reader, established polyamorous relationship, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum eating, humiliation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, pet names, sir kink, choking, swearing, edging, overstimulation

requested: nope

word count: 5.2k

proofread: yes :)

taglist: @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms @hyunsluvv @qtieskz @etherealeeknow @arohabangtan @channelhan @minholuvs

(can't tag): @doyoungsjohnny

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as soon as you read the message that your package was out for delivery, you were excited, practically waiting at the front door for it to arrive. you’d bought it four months ago, and when it was taking so long to show up, you’d started to think you’d wasted your money on something you weren’t going to get. but here it is, finallyarriving. you watch the postman place it on your doorstep, waiting for him to drive away so you can swing the door open and grab it.

as soon as you have the package in your hands, you rush down the hallway, almost running to the bedroom in excitement. you place the package on the side of the bed, shaking jisung’s sleeping form in an attempt to wake him from his sleep. it doesn’t work, you’re slumbering boyfriend continuing to snore away, barely even stirring.

“wake up!” you shout, grabbing one of the pillows and smacking him with it. he begins to move slightly, and you can tell it’s working. you hit him again with the pillow, over and over until he eventually sits up.

under normal circumstances, you’d take a moment to laugh at jisung’s bedhead, but right now, there’s too much excitement running through your veins to even notice the way his hair sticks up at odd angles. instead, you pick up the package again, holding it up and smiling widely at jisung, waiting for him to notice it. but alas, he doesn’t notice, moving to lay back down and go back to sleep.

“hey, don’t you wanna know what i’ve got?” you ask, waving the package slightly.

“what have you got? just tell me,” he mumbles, eyes already closed once again.

“the outfits arrived,” you answer, and that finally wakes him up properly.

he sits up again, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking at the box in your hands. he grabs it from you, impatiently prying it open and carefully pulling out the contents.

“i forgot we actually ordered these,” he says, holding one of the matching maid outfits up to look at it.

“are we sure minho’s gonna like them?” you ask, a small bit of doubt creeping into the forefront of your mind.

“well, if he doesn’t, then that’s his problem. either way, we’re gonna look so fucking good,” jisung says, smiling wide as he continues to look at the item in his hands. “where is he, anyway?”

“he went out for lunch with his parents, remember?”

“oh yeah, that’s right.” he pauses, turning his head to you, and you can tell from the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking, especially because you’re thinking the same thing. “how long before he’ll get home?”

“not sure, i can text him and ask,” you say, already pulling out your phone and opening the messages between you and minho. you start typing, asking him how long before he might get home. it’s only moments before your phone buzzes with his reply.

minho <3: maybe an hour. why?

y/n: we just miss you, that’s all

he doesn’t respond, and you know that he’s aware of the real reason you’re asking. he can tell that both you and jisung are needy and waiting for him to come home.

“we have about an hour,” you say, turning to jisung, and he drags himself out of bed at your words. “where are you going?”

“to shower,” he replies, walking towards the bathroom. “because i’m not gonna be stinky when our boyfriend gets home.”

“ah, that’s a good idea,” you reply, deciding to scroll aimlessly through various apps on your phone.

“are you saying i stink?”

“always.”

he scoffs, but you can tell from the upturn at the corners of his mouth that he’s just pretending to be insulted. “well, you’re always stinky as well.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

it’s childish, the way you and jisung always banter with each other. but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“just go shower,” you say, shaking your head.

“wanna join me?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“nah, your hands like to wander, so i’ll just shower after you,” you reply. “just don’t use up all the hot water.”

it takes almost 40 minutes for jisung to emerge from the bathroom, a towel loosely hanging around his lower half. but you don’t even take a moment to complain about how long he took, only opting to glare at him as you zoom past him and into the bathroom.

you shower faster than you ever have before, stepping back out of the bathroom, clad in a towel, in record speed. 10 minutes to be exact, which is quite quick for you, who usually showers for upwards of half an hour. as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re greeted with the sight of jisung, already dressed in his outfit. he spins around upon hearing your soft footsteps, and the view of him is even better from the front.

you love it, the way his strong arms stick out from the short sleeves, the way the skirt rests around his thighs. the fabric hugs his torso perfectly, accentuating his tiny waist.

“how do i look?” he asks, and you respond with an approving nod and a thumbs up.

jisung smiles at your reaction while you grab the other maid costume. you quickly dry off the rest of your body, excited to put on the new clothing. if you look anywhere near as good in it as jisung does, then you’ll be super happy. you pull the garment on, turning to face the mirror once it’s in place, jisung walking to stand next to you, also looking at the reflection. he was right, about what he said earlier, you both look so good.

“what now?” jisung asks.

“now, we wait for our hot ass boyfriend to get home,” you answer, moving to sit on the bed. he follows you with a soft whine. jisung’s the impatient one, always getting himself worked up then complaining when no one helps him straight away.

you begin scrolling through your phone once again, jisung doing the same. and you can tell he’s getting himself worked up, judging from the way he keeps inching himself closer and closer. you, however, ignore him, determined to wait patiently for minho to come home. you fall into a steady rhythm, scrolling aimlessly, and the time ticks by quietly. or, at least, it was quiet until jisung lets out a frustrated groan.

“where is he? he told you an hour, and it’s already been an hour and a half,” he huffs, and you’re not surprised at his response. nor are you surprised when you face him and find his cock hard, pressing against the front of his skirt.

“he’ll be here soon, just be patient.”

“but i’m tired of waiting,” he pouts, placing a hand on your thigh. “what if we had some fun before he gets here?”

“you’re too horny for your own good, sungie,” you reply with a slight eye roll, feeling the way his hand rises up. a content sigh leaves your lips when his hand finally reaches your pussy, a lone finger running through your slick folds, already dripping with arousal.

“see, you’re just as turned on as i am,” he huffs, continuing to move his finger slowly, teasingly. and he’s right. while you’ve been waiting for minho to show up, your mind has been wandering, thinking up all the different possibilities for what he’s going to do when he sees you both, and you’ve been getting more and more worked up with every passing minute.

“but i, at least, know how to behave myself and wait patiently,” you retort, trying to hold back the whines bubbling in your throat.

“well, i don’t see you stopping me right now,” he says, his finger beginning to rub small circles into your clit.

“oh, shut up,” you say, voice somewhat breathless as you bring your hand up to jisung’s aching cock.

it’s almost instantaneous, the moan that he lets out when you wrap your hand around his length, slowly rubbing your thumb along his slit. you slowly pump him, and his hand stills against your clit, his brain momentarily short-circuiting at the stimulation you’re providing him. it only takes a few seconds for jisung to regain control of himself, moving his hand so that his fingers prod at your entrance. he slides the digit in, quickly adding a second while you continue to jerk him off leisurely.

he curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a particularly desperate sounding moan. you pump jisung’s cock faster, losing yourself in the feelings of the moment, loving the way his fingers drag along your walls. you can feel the beginnings of your orgasm starting to grow, the knot forming deep in your stomach. but you can tell from the chorus of shameless whines and moans tumbling from jisung’s parted lips that his orgasm looms much closer. his cock twitches in your hand, so close to a release, but a voice speaks up from the doorway, halting your movements.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?”

you pull away from jisung, his fingers leaving you while you ignore the irritated whine he lets out from his orgasm steadily fading away. you stare at the doorway, eyes wide as you look at minho standing there, his arms folded across his chest and his expression none too impressed.

minho walks towards you, each step somewhat menacing, and it’s obvious that he’s not very pleased with what he found you and jisung doing. he brings his hand up, gripping your chin tightly between his finger and thumb, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

“tell me, lamb, which one of you was the impatient one?”

he doesn’t have to ask; he already knows the answer. it’s jisung, it’s always jisung. but you tell him anyway, finding some joy in telling on jisung. minho shakes his head in disappointment, frowning at the younger boy.

“was my pretty boy too horny to wait just a little bit longer,” he says, and you watch as jisung’s ears grow redder and redder. he cowers slightly under minho’s stare, the older man being entirely unimpressed with jisung breaking the rules. “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“i’m sorry,” jisung says, his voice quiet, meek, and he keeps his eyes trained on the bed underneath him, unable to look minho in the eye. minho just tsks in response, saying nothing more about the disobedience, knowing the best way to punish jisung is with actions, not words.

“do you like our outfits?” you ask, kind of annoyed that you’re not getting enough attention.

minho’s eyes scan over you and jisung, and you can tell that he loves the way you both look.

“of course i do, you both look so cute in your little matching outfits,” he smiles, gently cupping your face and rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, and you smile into the kiss, enjoying the gentle moment. but it’s interrupted by jisung’s soft whines. he pouts his lips, silently asking for a kiss as well. minho rolls his eyes slightly, but you can see the soft smile on his face before he leans over to jisung and kissing him. minho steps back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room and placing it at the end of the bed, ignoring the confused looks from you and jisung.

“now, my pretty pets wanted to play with each other, so you’re gonna keep playing. but you’re gonna do it the way i tell you to,” he says, sitting down. “so, y/n, as adorable as you look all dressed up for me, i want you to strip.”

“yes, sir,” you say, eager to please. you slowly stand up, reaching behind you to undo your outfit before slowly sliding it down your body, being sure to sway your hips enticingly as you do so.

“that’s my good little lamb,” he says, making you smile at the praise. “now, sungie, sit with your back against the headboard, and y/n, i want you to suck him off.”

you wait for jisung to settle into his spot before you move into your position between his legs, lifting up the skirt of his outfit to reveal his still throbbing cock. just as he did before, he moans the second you take him into your hand, slowly pumping him a few times before bringing him to your lips. you press a chaste kiss to the tip, relishing in the soft hiss he lets out at the minuscule contact. you can’t see minho, but you can tell that he’s smirking at you both from his seat, enjoying watching the way you tease the desperate boy in front of you.

“p-please don’t tease me, y/n,” he whimpers out, bringing his hands to tangle in your hair.

“shut up, sungie. you’re lucky i’m not trying you up in the corner to just watch,” minho spits, and jisung’s mouth instantly closes at the words.

you place another kiss along his slit before finally, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue moves slowly against him, painstakingly slowly, and he lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard. it’s a beautiful sound, and you want to hear it again. you pause, waiting a few seconds before licking another stripe, moving just as leisurely as the first time, and you’re rewarded with another desperate whine, jisung wanting to ask for more, but knowing minho will stop you if he does. you lick once more before finally taking him into your mouth.

the only sound better than his whines is his moan upon finally getting to feel the warmth of your mouth. it’s low, guttural, bordering on being a groan. and it sounds like heaven. it sounds like a sinful delight that you’re all too happy to indulge in. you hollow your cheeks, sucking harshly on the tip of his cock before bobbing your head once, taking as much of him as you can before pulling away. you release him with a soft pop, swirling your tongue around him twice before moving back down his length, setting a calm pace with the bobs of your head.

you can feel him twitch in your mouth, his earlier lost orgasm already beginning to return. you hold your head down, feeling him deep in your throat. you moan around his cock, loving the way the vibrations make him rut his hips upwards, causing you to gag slightly. jisung’s legs start to tremble, his moans rising in pitch, and you can tell he’s getting close to his release.

“oh f-fuck, i’m gonna-” he stutters, eyes screwed shut and his hands tugging softly on your hair, a weak attempt to keep himself grounded.

“cum on their tits,” minho’s voice speaks up, and you’d almost forgotten he was even there, watching, observing the way you swallow around jisung’s cock.

“b-but-” jisung whines, wanting to cum down your throat.

“but what? you should be grateful i’m even letting you cum at all,” minho responds.

but, just like jisung, you also want him to cum down your throat. you want to taste him, want his release to coat your tongue. so, you don’t stop, continuing to bob your head up and down with new vigour, trying to make him cum before you can be stopped. but minho gets there first, moving from his chair to you in the blink of an eye, moving jisung’s hands from your hair and harshly grabbing a fistful of it himself, yanking your head back so that jisung’s cock falls free from the confines of your lips.

jisung is quick, taking his cock into his hand and pumping quickly, not wanting to lose his orgasm for the second time. minho presses one of his hands against your back so that you arch it, your chest protruding outwards. jisung pumps himself once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his release hit your tits. you hang your mouth open, tongue out in an attempt to taste at least a drop. but you’re out of luck, his cum only splattering across the expanse of your chest.

you watch jisung’s hand slow down, jerking himself off until he comes back down from his high. he lays limp against the bed, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. minho lets go of you, moving towards jisung. he gentle strokes the younger boy’s hair, telling him how well he did. but the softness only lasts for a moment, minho yanking against jisung’s hair, pulling his head back so that they’re looking each other in the eye.

“lick it off,” minho orders, voice stern. jisung goes bright red, blood rushing to the surface as his face heats up in embarrassment, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him from where you’re sitting.

the look on his face is a marvel to behold, a perfect combination of humiliation and desire. so utterly embarrassed at the mere notion of it, but also so devastatingly turned on at the idea of licking his own cum from your breasts. he nods his head, moving so that you can take his place. you lie down, your head resting upon the pillows, jisung hovering over you.

minho stands up, returning to his chair at the end of the bed, watching as jisung’s head lowers to your breasts. jisung looks up at you through his eyelashes before pressing his tongue flat against the soft flesh of your chest.

there’s something so filthy, so dirty about watching him lick his own cum from your skin. something so entirely erotic about the trails of saliva he leaves behind. you moan softly when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. he’s quick to let go, though, moving his lips and tongue across, wrapping his lips around your other nipple as well. and it’s not long before his cum is cleaned from your tits, jisung turning to face minho, waiting to be told what happens next.

“good boy, sungie,” minho says, and jisung perks up at the praise, loving to hear that he’s doing a good job. “what do you say to y/n for making you cum?”

jisung turns back to face you, and it’s adorable, the way he looks so shy. but he says his thanks to you anyway, his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“it’s your turn to give, pretty boy. y/n made you cum so now you can do the same to them.”

“yes, sir,” jisung says, moving so that his face is in front of your pussy. you’ve ignored the throbbing between your legs for long enough. and it’s only now, with jisung’s breath delicately hitting your dripping folds, that you realise just how desperate you are for some kind of stimulation. for any small amount of contact that can bring you the release you need.

his tongue darts out of his mouth, quickly swiping up from your entrance to your clit. you let out a broken moan, your hands flying to tangle in his hair and your eyes closing tightly. jisung’s always been good at this, making you feel good with his mouth. and as his tongue dips into your hole, you can’t help but feel as if you’re floating amongst the clouds.

he only adds to your pleasure, however, when he brings his fingers to prod at your entrance while he sucks at your clit. he curls his digits, working your g-spot for the second time today and it makes your back arch. you tug at his hair, pressing his face harder against you, greedy for more. and jisung is happy to provide. he thrusts his fingers into you faster, humming against your clit. and the vibrations feel like electricity, setting off every nerve ending in your body.

you slowly open your eyes, and you’re greeted with one of the best sights. minho sits on his chair, clothes in a pile on the floor next to him, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you being eaten out by jisung. jisung’s fingers pumping in and out of your walls feel divine, but the addition of knowing that minho’s watching, and that he’s getting off to it as well, is enough to make the knot in your stomach grow faster.

you look down at jisung, and you love the way he looks. his maid outfit still covering him, his eyes closed as he relishes in the taste of you. his hands wrap around your thighs, grip firmly holding you in place, and you can see the way his hips rut against the edge of the bed.

the knot grows, steadily coiling tighter and tighter until you’re waiting, with bated breath, for it to unravel. with a particularly delightful curl of jisung’s fingers, you’re cumming, your legs shaking on either side of his head. he works you through it until you’re only left trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

minho stands up, signalling for jisung to do the same, and the younger boy does, standing beside the bed awaiting instructions.

“strip,” he says to jisung, and he does, quickly ridding himself of the maid outfit, tossing it unceremoniously into the corner of the room.

jisung stands still, cock hard once again, and you can see on his face how much he’s struggling to stop himself from wrapping his hand around himself. minho ignores him for a moment, helping you manoeuvre yourself so that you’re laying sideways across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. he climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs before finally acknowledging jisung once more.

“you’re gonna fuck their throat again, sungie,” he says and is quick to continue when jisung pouts. “and don’t complain. if you were good earlier, then you might’ve gotten to fuck their pussy, but you weren’t. so, you’re gonna take what you get and be grateful for it.”

jisung huffs slightly but says nothing further as he lines himself up with your opened mouth. he takes himself in his hand, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips, his breathing uneven from the knowledge of the pleasure that is in store for him. minho does the same, sliding his tip up and down your entrance, gathering your wetness. and only when you whine softly, a quiet beg for more, do they finally both push into you.

it’s kind of funny, the way they both simultaneously pause when they’re bottomed out, catching their breaths, needing a moment to recover from how good you feel wrapped around them. it feels like a lifetime before they begin to move, and it’s immediate euphoria, the way minho’s cock drags along your walls, every single one of his thrusts deep and purposeful. his hips move slowly into yours, wanting to truly feel the way you clench around him. and jisung’s thrusts are the same, calculated, determined, savouring the way your throat constricts his cock in just the right way.

you keep your eyes closed, just letting yourself feel the way they’re making you feel, the almost overwhelming pleasure you’re being provided. you can feel the drool dripping from the corners of your opened mouth. you can hear the grunts and groans from both of your boyfriends, you can smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. and you can taste jisung’s precum on the back of your tongue.

you’re careful of your breathing, being sure to take breaths at every opportunity. you lift your hands, gripping tightly onto jisung’s thighs while minho’s hands do the same to your hips. his fingers dig into the flesh, and you know that the skin there will be littered with a bunch of tiny bruises. but you don’t care, bruises are a small price to pay for total pleasure, especially when they don’t hurt at all.

jisung’s hands cradle your head, and he watches the faint outline of his cock in your throat. the sight alone draws a moan from his lips and sends a shudder through his body. your attention is brought back to minho when he begins to slowly rub at your clit with his thumb, and your body jolts slightly from the pleasure. you clench tighter around him in response, making his hips stutter for a moment before he regains his steady rhythm.

“fuck! c-can i cum? please? i n-need to,” jisung pleads, his thrusts into your mouth growing sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“of course you can, sungie. go ahead and cum for us,” minho says, and you pick up on the tone with which he speaks. you can hear the almost sinister undertones in his words, but it’s obvious jisung doesn’t, because he releases down your throat with a moan.

he thrusts a few more times until he comes down from his high before stilling inside your mouth. he’s panting, trying to catch his breath before minho speaks up again.

“now, keep going.”

“huh?” jisung’s confused, it’s written all over his face. and there’s slight fear in his eyes. he’s well aware of what minho’s order means, but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“you wanted so badly to cum earlier, even breaking the rules to try and do so. so that’s what you’re gonna do. you’re gonna cum again.”

jisung’s frozen in his spot, and you press your hands harder against the back of his thighs so that he can’t step away. you take the chance to catch your breath as much as you can, taking deep breaths in through your nose while you wait for him to move again. but he doesn’t, each time he tries to thrust again his body shivers in overstimulation, and it stops him. minho takes matters into his own hands.

he thrusts into you with more force than before, causing you to moan around jisung as well as lurch towards jisung. you swallow around him and the younger boy whimpers from the overstimulation, his knees almost buckling beneath him, but you can tell he loves it.

minho grips your thighs, lifting your legs so that they wrap around his torso, and he’s able to thrust into you better, the slight change providing the perfect angle for him to reach deeper inside your tight walls. you can hear his breathing getting ragged, the warmth of your pussy starting to get to him, and his hips stutter every few thrusts.

minho lets out a shaky moan, and you clench around him as tight as you can, beginning to grind your hips up against him for some added friction, while jisung finally regains control of himself, managing to restart shallow thrusts into your throat.

all the nerves in your body are alight once more, and you can feel the knot forming again. you continue moaning around jisung’s cock, and the vibrations are sending him hurtling towards another release of his own. you can tell that minho is also nearing his end, his breathing is heavy, his thrusts are getting sloppy. but he doesn’t want to be the first to finish. he slides one of his hands up your body, leaving goosebumps in his fingertips’ wake before reaching your neck. he wraps his hand around your throat, and jisung’s the first to feel it. he feels the way your throat envelops him tighter, and he lets out such a desperate whine before cumming down your throat without warning. you swallow around him, feeling the way his thick cum slides down the back of your throat. his legs shake when he steps away from you, and he’s quick to lay down on the bed beside you.

minho’s hand stays around your throat as he continues to thrust into you, and he rolls his hips expertly. you’re close, so damn close to your orgasm. but you need something more, anything more, and jisung and minho can both see that. they both know what to do, minho leaning down and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth, while jisung wraps his lips around the other.

they both work in tandem, almost in sync as their tongues flick and swirl over your buds and it’s mere moments before they have you right there, standing on the precipice of ultimate pleasure, teetering on the cliffside, so close that a small gust of wind could push you over. but you fall, of your own volition, into an earth-shattering orgasm.

your entire body moves on its own, writhing, trembling. your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, legs shaking and twitching around minho’s torso. your back arches, your hips buck up and down over and over again. you’ve never had an orgasm so good, so exquisite, before. minho can tell from the way your walls grip his cock tighter than ever before, the way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan that just can’t seem to escape the confines of your throat.

the almost unbearable tightness of your pussy sends him over, triggering the orgasm that he’s been fending off for longer than he’d like to admit. you’re still lost in the pleasure, blissed out from the best orgasm of your life when minho releases inside you, painting your wall white. it’s only when you both have come down from your highs that both boys detach from your chest, jisung flopping back against the pillows while minho gently pulls out of you.

“you guys good?” minho asks, leaning back, propped up with his arms. you and jisung nod, happy smiles on both your faces. “good, then i’ll go grab us some water.”

he slowly stands up, catching his breath before heading out of the room. you use the moment to quickly go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. and by the time you return to the bedroom, minho is already there, two glasses of water in his hands and one more in jisung’s. minho hands one to you as you sit back down on the bed. it’s not until you drink the cool liquid that you realise just how much your throat aches. it’s faced a lot of use over the course of the session, but you know a scratchy throat is only temporary.

“i really liked your outfits,” minho says, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

“thank you,” you and jisung say in unison. you both giggle before you continue.

“i bought them months ago and started to give up hope that they’d even show up.”

“then it’s a really good thing they did because they just might get a lot of use,” minho replies, smiling. “did you both have fun?”

“of course! it was really good,” jisung responds first.

“yeah, i really enjoyed it,” you say.

“i’m glad.” minho grins wider, happy that you both enjoyed it. it always makes him happy to know you both had fun. “what shall we do now? get in the hot tub or watch a movie?”

“who says we can’t do both? hot tub and then a movie,” jisung says.

“i second that motion,” you add.

“alrighty then,” minho replies. “then that’s what we’ll do.”

all three of you make your ways out of the bedroom, stopping to grab a towel each on the way to the backyard. and as you all reach the hot tub, jisung and minho both pulling back the cover, you’re just excited to sink into the nice hot water with both of your loving boyfriends.

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harley-sunday · 4 years ago

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Hello?

Summary: You walk in on your boyfriend who’s doing, well, you’re not sure exactly what.

Pairing: Sebatian Stan x reader [F]

Warnings: Language. Smut. Blowjob.

Word count: 1.6k

AN: I’m sure by now you’ve seen Sebastian’s video on IGTV, I know I did. Multiple times *insert heart-eyes emoji*. Anyway, my mind wandered and then this happened and yeah, enjoy :) ♥

You overestimated yourself, you know you did, but you’re too stubborn to admit defeat and so here you are, schlepping three grocery bags, two pizza boxes, and a Christmas tree up the six flights of stairs needed to get to your apartment. The bottle of wine on the bottom of one of the bags keeps hitting your thigh at regular intervals and does nothing to help your balance. One more, you think to yourself when you round the landing in between the second and third floor, all while quietly cursing yourself for forgetting about the scheduled elevator maintenance today.

The plastic of the grocery bags has started to dig into your skin and you’re sure it’s going to leave a mark, but then you finally make it to your floor, a little out of breath and a lot frustrated. You set the Christmas tree down, letting it lean against the doorframe for support, and use your free hand to fish around your pocket for your keys. It’s then you hear the faint sound of music drifting out of your apartment, a song you don’t think you recognize, although that could be because there’s no music, just singing.

You wedge the pizza boxes between yourself and the wall while you try to get the key into the lock without being able to see what you’re doing, using your finger for guidance instead. When you finally get it in and unlock the door, you use your foot to push it open so you can pick up the Christmas tree again and make your way inside, still refusing to make two trips. You’re about to call out for some help but the scene in front of you makes you stop dead in your tracks, a quiet, “Jesus Christ,” escaping you.

He turns around at the sound of your voice, looking rather bewildered and a little ashamed. Scrambling to get up he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair before he says, “Hey, babe,” as if nothing happened.

You’re at a momentary loss for words and so you just stare at him, the grocery bags, pizzas, and Christmas tree still in your hands temporarily forgotten. It’s then you spot his phone, propped up against the garbage can, his camera app now only recording his feet. You look back at him then, “I- What?” Shaking your head you let your eyes travel around the kitchen the half empty bottle of wine on the counter sort of helping to explain what is going on, but also not really. You can feel your hand start to tremble from the weight of everthing you’re still holding and so you turn around and gently slide the pizza boxes onto the counter before you set the grocery bags down on the floor. The Christmas tree gets to lean against the fridge while you unzip your jacket and shrug it off, hanging it on the coat rack in the hall.

“I can explain,” he tries, hands now resting on his hips after he’s tugged his sweater down. He reaches down then and grabs his phone off the floor, tapping the screen to end the recording.

“Uhu,” you draw out. “To me though,” you say with a nod to his phone, “it looks like you were lying on the floor, giving a very heartfelt rendition of Lionel Richie’s ‘Hello’.” There’s a hint of colour showing up on his cheeks and it’s so endearing you struggle to keep a straight face, “Bit pitchy though, babe, have to admit.”

“That’s a little harsh,” he says, doing his best to look offended but failing because you both know it’s the truth.

“Is it, though?” You tease with a tilt of your head while making a face.

“Yeah,” he nods, holding his hand up to you, thumb and index finger only slightly apart, “little bit.”

“Aw,” you pout for extra effect, “want me to make it up to you?”

“I feel like you should, yeah,” he says, dropping his hand and beckoning you over with a nod.

You walk towards him, a teasing smile on your lips as your fingers find the fabric of his sweater and tug at it, pulling him closer. Standing up on your toes, you let your eyes fall to his mouth but you decide to tease him a little more and so you move your lips to his jawline, pressing soft kisses to his skin wherever you go. One hand slides under his sweater then, fingers splayed out against his abs as your mouth finds his again and you kiss him for real.

He opens his mouth almost instantly and sucks on your bottom lip, his hands in your hair to keep you where he wants you. He’s kissing you hard and when he runs his tongue between your lips you part them eagerly, your teeth clicking against his when he pulls you closer, and you can feel yourself getting wet.

Your tongue finds his then and you swirl yours around it, tasting a hint of red wine that’s not entirely unpleasant. Your hands, meanwhile, have other plans and are tugging at the hem of his jeans. It doesn’t take long before you’ve unbuttoned them and when you do, you pull back a little, your lips barely touching his, just as you slide one of your hands down his jeans and cup him over his boxers.

“Fuck,” he pants, gently dragging his teeth over your lower lip before he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. His tongue runs along your jawline before he nips at the pulse points just below your ear, licking and biting and sucking and God, does it feel good. His hands have left your hair, one cupping your breast instead, the other on your hip to keep you both steady.

You tilt your head to the side to give him better access while you gently squeeze his balls, relishing the way a shiver runs through him in response.

The hand that was on your hip disappears and you moan at the loss of contact, but you feel it slide into his jeans not much later, cupping your hand with his so that when he curls his fingers yours do too and it might be the hottest thing he’s ever done. He rolls his hips then and you feel him grow even harder in your hand, a quiet groan escaping him when you push your hand against him even more.

Taking advantage of the moment you pull back your hand and gently push him against the wall before you drop to your knees. When you’ve unzipped his jeans you push them down, involuntarily licking your lips when you see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, a bit of precum staining the material. Looking up at him you find him staring back at you through hooded eyes and it makes you even wetter. You ghost your fingers over his cock, teasing him then by gently blowing against the fabric.

“You tryin’ to kill me?” he says through gritted teeth before he takes matters into his own hands and pushes his boxers down.

“Trying to apologize,” you purr, wrapping your hand around his cock. You run your tongue across the tip, while your hand twists up and down his shaft and it isn’t long before he’s completely hard.

His hands are in your hair then, letting you know that he needs you to take him even though he doesn’t push you onto him.

Opening your mouth a little further you let your jaw muscles relax while you flatten your tongue and lean forward, sliding down on him. One hand moves to his hip, the other cupping his balls as you suck him, taking him deep into your mouth. You let your tongue do the work and so it’s a little sloppy but you know that’s how he likes it.

It doesn’t take long for him to curl his fingers into your hair even more, his ragged breaths telling you he’s close.

You hold still against his hands, only the tip of him in your mouth now, and look up at him, the hand that’s on his hip giving it a little squeeze to let him know he’s in control now.

His eyes fly open and he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust, a question in them that you answer with a slight nod. “I love you,” he breathes, before he starts thrusting his hips, slow at first, gentle almost, until he’s sure you can take him and then he starts fucking your mouth in earnest.

He deep throats you a few times, your gag reflex making your throat clench around him, but then suddenly he stills in your mouth and so you hollow your cheeks, creating more friction for him. His movements become more erratic and he lets out a loud groan then, shooting his cum down your throat on his final thrust.

You swallow most of it, the excess dripping down your chin until he pulls back and you wipe it away with the sleeve of your sweater. You feel his fingers under your chin and when he tilts your head upwards you look at him with a sly smile, “Still think you were a bit pitchy, babe.”

He shakes his head but grins, “I was going to return the favour,” he tucks his now soft cock back into his boxers and pulls up his jeans, “but I think you have some more apologizing to do.”

“Yeah,” you reply, cupping him over his jeans again, “that’s going to have to wait until after I put away the groceries and you finish whatever the hell it was you were doing earlier, though.”

Leaning in he gives you a kiss, letting his lips rest against yours when he says, “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“You love me,” you tease and give him a kiss.

He sighs, “I really, really do.”

#Sebastian Stan x reader #Sebastian Stan fanfic #Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan instagram

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Christmas in The Heights

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. I haven’t written Nevada in a hot minute. This is for @madpanda75 who requested Nevada and lights for holiday bingo. I also had an anon from way back when request Nevada with the line: “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.” from the grumpy prompt list.

CW: blowjobs, language, p in v sex.

WC: 1828

AN: Posting without editing. Sorry for typos. Also Spanish sprinkled throughout. Will post a key at the end.

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Christmas in The Heights was a multi-sensory experience. Lights hung off the fire escapes of the apartment building. As temperatures begin to fall and the sun begins to set a bit earlier, corner fruit stands put away the limónes and naranjas and instead, put out peras, apples and uvas dangling from strings, a lot like seasonal baubles. Groups of family and friends, or Aguinaldos, would walk from house to house, singing with great cheer and as they made their way around the neighborhood, creating a spontaneous holiday street festival.

You looked down from your apartment window, smiling as you watched the Aguinaldo make its way around, with more and more people joining in. You danced around in just an oversized sweatshirt and a Santa hat as you strung up more and more lights around the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Nevada.

You looked at the clock, after stringing up the last of the lights. Nevada was nowhere to be found. You let out an irritated sigh. Everyone would soon be arriving for Noche Buena and you told everyone during el Día de Acción de Gracias that you would happily host.

You check on the puerco asado, the delicious smell making your stomach rumble. Everything else was ready – the roast pork was the last thing to cook. You had ensalada rusa, pasteles and moro de gandules. You picked up fresh telera from the bakery along with dulce frio and spiced bread pudding. Not one to forget the little kids who would be coming – including Nevada’s nephew and niece, you picked up gomitas (and had some soaking in rum for the adults).

It was no surprise that Nevada had the apartment wired with cameras. When you’re the El Jefe, everyone wants to take a shot at you. You opened the app on your phone, scanning various rooms – no dice on Trujillo’s location. On a hunch, you decide to look in the underground garage and sure enough, he was there – working on his motorcycle.

You smile and slip on your chanclas and make way downstairs – but not before lowering the heat on the oven, lest you ruin the roast pork.

“Nevada, what are you doing?” You ask. “Everyone is going to be here soon – even your egotistical hermano.”

“Ya me voy.” Nevada grumbles, barely looking up at you as he works on the motorcycle. His hands are smeared with oil and he is wearing a black tanktop and worn jeans. They ride dangerously low on his hips and desire pools between your thighs. He stands up straight and comments how he’s hot, before whipping off his tank top, wiping his brow with it.

You swallow hard, your eyes raking over his lean, taut body, covered in thick dark chest hair. But the furrowed brows and scowl on his face brought you back to reality. He seemed on edge, and this was completely out of character for him.

“Oye papi, que pasas?” You ask softly, approaching him. Nevada looks at you, the frown deepening.

“Nada mami. Go back upstairs and finish getting ready – I’ll be up soon.”

You straighten to your full height and cross your arms. Your eyes narrow and your lips purse. “No me jodas. Dime la verdad mi osito.”

Nevada drops the wrench and in two wide steps, he’s in front of you, meeting you eye to eye. His normally jade eyes are dark and intense. You match his heated expression and arch a single brow.

Nevada met his match with you. You both stood there staring at each other, nostrils flaring and tempers rising. Finally Nevada backed down, taking a step back. He reached for the wrench and whipped it at the wall, the sound of the metal clattering echoing though the garage. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.” Nevada replies irritated.

“Nevada, por favor, talk to me.” You reply, your face softening. Never had you seen him keyed up like this.

Nevada hops onto a stool and rubs his hands over his face. “It’s my brother.”

“What about him?” You ask, walking over until you stood in front of him again. You leaned into him – he smelled like a mix of leather and sweat.

“Every time he comes home – to el barrio – he goes on and on about being some big shot abogado with los gringuitos. He’s a fucking sellout – even changing his last name to be one of them. And then all I hear is oye, why can’t you be more like Bryan – look what he’s made of his life and all you got is el club.” Nevada huffed.

You look at Nevada sadly. “Amor, who gives a shit. El es demasiado. You have so much to be proud of. So you amass your wealth differently, who cares? I don’t. I love you, for you. I wouldn’t be with you if you were like Bryan, so fucking uptight with his skinny bitch of a wife. I am surprised they are even coming at all.”

“They have the nanny with them and they are staying in the city – who, by the way, Bryan is fucking.” Nevada laughs coldly.

“Speaking of fucking….” Your eyes rake over Nevada’s bare chest once more. “Want to have some fun before everyone shows?”

A delicious grin spreads on Nevada’s face. “Damn mami, I like the way you think.”

Nevada hops off the stool and you wink before you remove your sweatshirt. You weren’t wearing a bra, so you were clad in just your panties. Your eyes land on the massive erection pressing against the front of his jeans.

Nevada unbuttons his jeans and it’s no surprise to you that he is commando. You take your sweatshirt and drop it in front of him, using it as a cushion as you fall to your knees, your pulse racing with excitement.

You nuzzles his warm flesh, your hands trailing up his muscled thighs. Your pussy aches as you take his cock into your hand. It’s huge and thick and you can feel every vein and ridge in your hand. It’s perfect. You lick your lips hungrily and take his cock in your mouth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and you relished in the feeling. You look up at him, meeting his heated gaze as you bob on his erection. The salty taste of his pre-cum floods your mouth and you let out a muffled moan as his hands wrap into your hair.

“That’s it mami.” Nevada grunts. “Suck my cock.” Both hands grip the back of my head, guiding you on his length, silently encouraging you to take more and more until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You choke and sputter, saliva pooling down your chin and dripping. You briefly close your eyes and relax your throat and again begin working his length.

You flick your tongue against the underside of the head of his cock. “Love your cock papi. But I like it better in my pussy.” You spat into your hand and gave Nevada’s cock a few strokes before guiding him back into your mouth. You began to rhythmically bob once more, while using your hand to help jack him off.

Nevada hisses and tighten his grip on your hair, forcing you off him. Your lips are spit shiny and swollen, your mascara from earlier in the day runs down your cheeks. Nevada drops to a squat, so he is eye to eye with you. His hand grips the back of your neck. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you?”

You nod. “Please papi. I need it.”

“Over the bike.” Nevada growls. You nod and stand on wobbly legs, bracing yourself over the seat of the bike, your ass presented to him.

There is no teasing, no playing with your pussy – Nevada wasn’t in the mood. Instead he smacks your ass hard, resulting in your eyes being pinpricked with tears and a reddened imprint on your ass.

Nevada stands behind you and runs his hand over his length. He pats your ass with his dick before he uses his fingers to push your panties to the side. He teasingly rubs it against your folds. You moaned and tried to press against him, desperate for his cock. “Don’t worry my beautiful puta. You’ll get papi’s cock.”

Nevada grips your hips tightly and slides his cock into you, letting out a deep satisfying grunt. He fucks you earnestly, each thrust propelling you forward.

“Oh yes, just like that!” You moan. “Fuck me papi, give it to me.”

Nevada grunts as he continues to pound into you. “Damn, mamí, your pussy is so fucking good.” He grips the fat of your ass and rolls it before delivering another spank. Nevada feels your walls flutter around his cock and he knows you are close.

“Cream all over that cock.” Nevada encourages. He reaches around and uses the rough pad of his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clitoris.

You wail his name as the coil in your belly explodes, like fireworks being set off.

“That’s it.” Nevada grunts. Just as you are coming down, he pulls out of you and turns you around. You squat and begin to suck his cock once more, tasting the combined mixture of your and his release on his cock.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, oh fuck.” Nevada groans, his cock twitching and pulsing in your mouth as he comes, unloading his seed into your warm mouth.

“Don’t swallow.” You hear him say and you look up at him once more and open your mouth, showing off his release on your tongue.

“Muy bien.” Nevada grunts. “Now swallow.” You do as told and then open your mouth once more, showing off that it is clean.

Nevada pulls you up and kisses you hard. He trails the outline of your face and for a brief moment, the ruthless blood hungry drug lord appears soft.

You press a kiss to the tip of his finger. “Now lets go back upstairs before dinner gets ruined.”

Nevada pulls on his jeans and you slip your sweatshirt on. Eventually you both clean up and head back upstairs where you finish dinner. Both of you clean up, no one is wise to the fact that you had both been fucking just an hour prior. You watch carefully as Nevada greets his brother and his sister-in-law. You hand some gomitas to the kids and they both run off to see the presents under the tree.

You hand out glasses filled with ponche de ron to Bryan and his wife, whatever ordinary name she has, and you plaster a smile on your face. Nevada whispers in your ear as you nod along, pretending to be interested in the latest legal win the attorney had.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Nevada murmurs.

You cover mouth with your drink and turn slightly towards him. “Love you too papi.”

FIN.

Key:

Limónes: lemons

Naranjas: oranges

Peras: pears

Uvas: grapes

Noche Buena: Christmas Eve

Día de Acción de Gracias: Thanksgiving Day

Ponche de ron: Spiked eggnog like drink

Puerco asado: roast pork

Ensalada rusa: Russian salad

Pasteles: in some cultures, this means cake/pastries but for the purposes of this story, I use it as mashed plaintains stuffed with meat and its wrapped in banana leaves - these only come out during Christmas.

Moro de gandules/arroz con gandules: Rice with pigeon peas

Telera: Bread that only comes out during Christmas.

Gomitas: gummy bears

Oye papi, que pasas?: Hey daddy, what’s up?

Ya me voy: I’m leaving.

No me jodas. Dime la verdad mi osito: Don’t bullshit me, tell me the truth, little bear.

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sinsatmidnight · 5 years ago

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Cream

Pairing - Irene (Bae Joohyun) x Male Reader

Words - 2293

Sins - Smut, clothed sex, mutual masturbation

So it’s probably past Irene’s birthday already in all time zones, going by KST I’m about 13-14 hours late to post this during March 29, but a belated happy birthday to Bae Joohyun anyway! So I decided to write two works of her as a birthday special. The first is here, and the second is a female reader insert with a different plot that also ties in with the birthday theme, but that one will be up later as I rushed to finish at least one ASAP. I’m of course, still working on other works as well!

Birthday gifts. They’re one of the hardest things to find in the world. At least, they are if you care about the reaction of the person receiving it. And when that person is the love of your life, you care a lot. Of course, they’re hard enough to get for most people. When your girlfriend is a businesswoman rich enough to buy damn near anything she could possibly want, it just gets harder.

Two whole months before her birthday, you started looking for gifts. Weeks of trawling online shopping websites and apps gave you nothing. And so, you went out. Went into malls and shops and listened to recommendations from people selling shoes, dresses, gems and more. Didn’t find anything that felt right. About a week before a birthday, you finally settled on something. You would have to personally make the gift for her.

Which explains why you were in the kitchen baking a red velvet cake on the morning of your girlfriend’s birthday. You knew that her favourite type of cake was red velvet and you spent a lot of timing poring over online recipes to select what would hopefully be the best one. Will she like it? You certainly hope so.

You lived together but she was out working, so you had the house to yourself. You were done by lunch, so you spent some time after lunch getting some chores done, cleaning the house and such. And then you prepared dinner and packed it up for your girlfriend, Irene. She had earlier told you that she would be working late. And that is why you packed the cake in a box and bringing along with the food for dinner, dropped by her company to surprise her.

You eventually arrive at her company, navigating your way through the offices and workspaces. You find the rest of her entirely female team working outside her office. You know them well and have met them on many occasions. You gently knock a couple times on a desk. The four young women look up from their computers.

“Oh, you’re here for Irene? She’s in her office.”

“Sorry ladies, can I borrow her for about forty-five minutes? It’s her birthday, I baked her a cake and she hasn’t had dinner.”

The four of them shoo you towards Irene’s office. “Yeah, we know. Go, we won’t disturb you for a bit, don’t worry!”

“Thanks girls.”

You walk over to Irene’s office and knock on the door.

“Is that you Joy? Come in.” You hear your girlfriend’s voice, a little muffled by the door, mistaking you for one of her subordinates outside. You open the door and walk in, closing it shut behind you. You stand at the door, looking at Irene reading some sort of document with her back to you.

You’ve always wondered you have been lucky enough to have such a wonderful woman as your girlfriend. Irene turns heads. All heads. She’s not tall but knows how to make her legs look long and the word most people use to describe her face is ‘goddess’. Large eyes, fair skin, long sharp nose, long smooth dark hair. The fact that she’s a tough as nails businesswoman who’s very sweet in private only adds to her charm.

Irene’s dressed simply today, just a simple long-sleeved white shirt and short pink skirt plus heels of the same colour today. The skirt has a slit at the side that shows you more of those smooth thighs you enjoy caressing so much, a detail which you appreciate. But she’s gorgeous no matter what she wears, and even when she’s wearing nothing at all.

“Joy, do you have the- “

Irene’s voice stops short as she realises that her boyfriend has just walked in. Her mouth opens a little in surprise, but she recovers quickly and a smile graces those incredibly kissable red lips of hers.

“What are you doing here, baby?”

You raise the bag that contains the food you prepared for her. “Hi, bae. I brought dinner.” You call her “bae” as an affectionate nickname, but mostly because it’s a play on her surname of “Bae”. You’re the only person in the world she allows to call her that. And only in private.

Irene walks over to you and glances at the large box you’re carrying. “And that?”

“It’s cake, don’t tell me you forgot it’s your birthday today!”

“Oh, where did you buy it from? There’s no branding on the box.”

You grin and pass the box into Irene’s hands. “I didn’t buy it. I baked it this morning.” Irene’s face brightens. “You baked it?” She opens the box and looks inside. “And it’s red velvet cake too.” She doesn’t say anymore, but you can tell that she’s happy.

You bring the food over to a glass coffee table at a seating area that Irene uses when hosting guests in her office. Irene follows you and sits down on a red couch as you unpack all the food. She goes for the cake first though, taking a few bites of it. As she eats, you stand behind the couch and lean over, massaging her shoulders. Irene sighs in contentment.

“Long day?”

She nods as your fingers squeeze her shoulder muscles. You can feel her relaxing under your hands.

“What about you?”

“Just baking and cooking. A bit of this and that. Nothing too bad. Nothing compared to you, I’m sure.”

“Working in the house can be tiring too. The cake’s really good, by the way. But it’s missing a little something.”

“Like what?” Feedback was good, you could take it and make something better for her next time. Irene turns her head to the side, half-facing you. “I think it could use some cream.”

You furrow your brow at this. There was already a healthy amount of cream on the surface of the cake. “But there’s already-ah.” Irene chose that moment to have one of her hands reach out to one of your hands, guide it off her shoulder and bring it to her mouth. You were completely distracted and didn’t resist, barely noticing that it happened.

And then Irene starts to slide one of your fingers in and out of her warm and wet mouth, her tongue brushing against the underside of it every time it slides in. You watch for a good thirty seconds or so before she then turns to face you fully and stands up. There is a dark glint in her eyes. You know this look. You watch her undo the top three buttons of her shirt, giving you glimpses of the lacy white bra she’s wearing today.

Oh, you know what kind of cream she wants from you now. You can feel yourself start to harden down below.

Irene wordlessly reaches out with one hand, grabs your collar and pulls you in to smash her lips against yours. Her tongue pushes past any resistance from your lips, overpowering your tongue in moments. Her kiss is sweet; the taste of the red velvet cake you baked lingers on her tongue and in her mouth.

Still joined at the mouth, you climb over the couch, stepping on it as you make your way to be on the same side as Irene. Once there, one of your hands reflexively finds its way to a butt cheek and squeezes it while you wrap your other arm around her waist. Irene moans softly into your kiss. When you finally break the kiss, Irene and you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. And then she wraps her arms around your neck, holding onto your shoulders, hugging you close and whispers into your ear.

“Let’s make this quick; I still need to have dinner and work after this.”

“The door’s not locked.” You try to pull away to go to the door and lock it but Irene holds you back.

“I don’t care. Now.”

You nod and Irene wraps her legs around your waist as you carry her over to a mostly empty table at the side of the room. You sit her down on it and her legs release their grip on your waist. One of your hands runs up along her legs and sneaks inside her skirt between her thighs.

As your fingers caress her smooth inner thighs, Irene has one of her hands massage the growing bulge in your pants for a bit before she unzips them and has her hand slip inside your pants. Your fingers reach the lacy fabric of the G-string thong she’s wearing, her fingers find purchase on the waistband of your underwear. Irene’s always loved wearing G-string underwear, they make her feel sexy and in her own words, “she loves the feeling of something between her ass cheeks”.

You slip your fingers around the thin barrier of the thong and into Irene’s slick pussy, she shivers and bites her lower lip. Her fingers respond in kind, and they pull down the cloth that kept your erection imprisoned. Irene starts to stroke your cock with one hand, gentle and slow for now. Your thumb gently teases Irene’s clitoris and your other hands journeys into her partially unbuttoned shirt, diving beneath the bra to find a hardened nipple. You roll it between two fingers even as another two fingers bend and wriggle down below.

Irene starts increasing the speed of her handjob, stroking ever faster, urged on by your hands. On your part, you start to piston your fingers into her dripping core as best as you can within the confines of her tight skirt. Irene can’t hold back and starts to moan louder; you frantically send your hand from her breast over to cover her mouth to muffle her. Her subordinates are working just outside; you prefer to keep it quiet.

After a good minute or so of muffled moaning into your hand, Irene uses her free hand to pull yours off her mouth. She stares at you with a dark lust clouding her face. “Fuck me.”

You scramble to oblige. Your fingers leave Irene’s pussy, drawing a soft mewl of desire from her, and they grab hold of her panties to pull them down her legs. Once they reach the ankles, Irene has one heeled foot slip out of them and she leaves the underwear dangling from the other ankle. She unclasps her skirt to loosen it and make it easier to hike it up her thighs to give your cock access to her wet cunt.

You pull Irene closer to you, sitting her on the edge of the table, spread her legs as widely as you possibly can with her skirt still on, and then you slide your cock inside of her. Irene’s tight, wet pussy is a familiar feeling, but it only gets better the more you’re inside her.

Your hips start to piston and your cock pounds as deep as you can manage into Irene’s pussy. One of Irene’s most sensitive spots is her neck, so you bury your face into her neck and take in the scent of her perfume. You taste the slight bit of sweat that has formed on her skin. Your licking and nibbling has Irene loudly groaning again so your mouth kisses its way up her neck until you find her lips and muffle her mouth with yours.

You can feel your climax approaching but Irene’s comes first as she suddenly goes still, and her nails threaten to tear your shirt as her fingers clench around your shoulders. The warm rush of Irene’s juices flowing around your cock combined with her pussy walls constricting your cock sends you over the edge and you also unload a few spurts into her without warning, mixing your cum with hers.

The two of you take a few moments to recover, each peppering the other with soft kisses all over the other’s skin as you do so. When you finally pull out, Irene slides herself off the edge of the table to get on her knees and starts to clean your cock by sucking it clean of your mixed cum.

“There’s not much cream here.” Irene pouts cutely after she finishes with your shaft.

You can only chuckle at that as you slip your spent cock back into your pants. “Happy birthday, Joohyun.”

Irene flashes you a wide smile as she gets back to her feet and slips her thong back on. “Thank you, for everything that you do, baby. You should go home and rest…” She leans and breathes into your ear. “…you also owe me more cream tonight, I’m not satisfied.”

You help Irene button her shirt and give her a peck on the cheek and whisper back. “I feed you cream for skincare and food nearly every night, when will you ever be satisfied?” You step back and wave goodbye to her. “Make sure you have your dinner before you go back to work, okay? I’ll see you at home tonight.”

You turn back for a last look at Irene as you reach the door and her lips mouth the word ‘Never’ very slyly at you. You laugh and push the door open. And walk straight into all four of Irene’s subordinates standing outside the room with very flush faces. You intuitively gather that they’ve been listening in.

“Good night everyone, don’t work too late tonight. I’ll be off now.” To spare both you and the ladies awkwardness, you quickly excuse yourself and walk hurriedly to the elevator.

Once you are alone in the elevator, your thoughts turn to home. Looks like you’ll be giving Irene an additional birthday gift of cream tonight. It turns out that you didn’t need to look very far to find the perfect birthday gift for your girlfriend.

#red velvet smut #bae joohyun smut #irene smut #reader insert #male reader #red velvet irene smut

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works-of-fanfiction · 5 years ago

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Call Me When You’re Bored [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: Bucky and the reader are great friends, but they share a unique agreement. No feelings, nothing serious - just the promise to satisfy the other occasionally. Loosely inspired by the lyric, ‘you call me when you’re bored and you’re playing with yourself’ from The Sound by The 1975.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, swearing.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I haven’t written smut in a long ass time. This isn’t the most hardcore smut out there but I hope it isn’t too terrible! It’s a short one, but enjoy 🖤

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‘Call me tonight.’ Bucky replayed your words in his head as he rode the elevator to his floor. Those three words alone excited him to no end, which was evident through the growing discomfort in his jeans. He shuffled around the small space inside the elevator, his hand lingering beside his pocket where his phone was. Waiting for you to give him the signal was agonising. He could barely control himself as the elevator came to a stop and he rushed towards his room. Fortunately, everybody else was either out or downstairs, and Bucky certainly thanked his lucky stars for that.

He immediately found his laptop and logged in, his hands unsteady from the growing anticipation of what was about to happen. The two of you had done this plenty of times before, but after a three-week dry spell whilst he was away on a mission, Bucky had grown desperate. Desperate to the point where feeling your fingertips brush against his arm earlier forced him to sit with a strategically placed cushion on his lap for the remainder of the afternoon. It was no secret to the Avengers that you and Bucky were great friends, but they had no idea about the secret you shared after dark. You spent a lot of time in everyone’s company and grew comfortable around them, but not once did anybody notice the looks you shared with Bucky. How you could turn him on just with your eyes, or with a simple gesture such as touching his knee.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment when this little arrangement begun. There’d always been tension between you and Bucky, but nothing you ever acted upon until you had one too many glasses of wine one night and found yourself flirting with him through text messages. Bucky had been confused at first, but once he decided to play along, he knew there was no going back. That night ended with the two of you breathless, your phone stuck to your ear as you revelled in the sound of Bucky uttering your name as he came undone. You never expected it to become a regular occurrence, but now you found yourself calling him at least once a week. You just couldn’t help yourself; your hand between your legs, teasing and heightening the sensitivity as you awaited Bucky’s answer. Hearing the filthy words that came out of his mouth could push you to your limit quicker than anything, or anyone else.

And you definitely had the same effect on Bucky. Initially, he didn’t know how to react when he started to share such personal experiences with you. But after a while, he became addicted to the thrill of it. Throughout a normal day you’d just be two close friends, hanging out and chatting like everyone else. Then at night, he’d meet a whole new side of you and find himself weak at your words, groaning at the sound of your soft moans and whispers of his name. It was no surprise that he was excited as he took off his jeans and shirt and sat down on the bed.

His phone eventually buzzed and his face lit up at your name on the screen.

I’m ready.

He read the message and tossed his phone aside, as he opened the app and proceeded to video call you. On the other end, you were sat on your couch with your laptop positioned on the coffee table in front of you. You’d drawn all of the blinds around you, closing you off from the outside world. It always felt so wrong, yet so right; scandalous almost. There you were, alone and overwhelmed by your own arousal, your heart skipping a beat as Bucky’s contact picture appeared onscreen. You swiftly answered, and the familiar sight of a shirtless Bucky propped up against the headboard made you throb with excitement.

It didn’t take long for you to both be writhing underneath your own touches, a string of expletives leaving your mouths like prayers on repeat. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He watched intently as you spread your legs wide for him, lifting your skirt and sliding your hand into your underwear. Those damn white panties. He loved them and how they were slightly sheer so he could see the outline of your fingers through the fabric. You loved to tease him at first, not quite giving him the full show until you were ready. You enjoyed slowly teasing yourself with your panties still on, staring down the camera lens at Bucky as if you were staring straight into his eyes. His sharp breaths and strangled moans were a sure sign that he enjoyed it too.

You spread your legs a little wider, shuffling closer to the camera so you could give Bucky the best view. He groaned loudly as you hiked your skirt up further, showing off those thighs he would dream about grabbing and burying his head between. Although the two of you had never been physical together, it didn’t stop Bucky from imagining what you’d feel like beneath him. He often envisioned himself hovering over you, pinning you down and feeling you squirm at his touch. He imagined covering your entire body in kisses, leaving a trail until he settled between your legs with his breath hot on your soaking wet pussy. Those thoughts always accompanied him as he watched you like this.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as you enjoyed the show Bucky was putting on for you. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching as he stroked his hard cock for you. The image of Bucky naked with sweat covering his body was like nothing else you’d ever seen. You knew you could never get tired of sharing these moments with him, witnessing the way he touched himself and how wild he would be just from watching you. You didn’t even have to touch him to drive him crazy and you loved it.

Bucky’s grip tightened around his cock as he watched you slide your underwear down your legs. He found the perfect rhythm, his hand pumping quickly. You aimed to match his pace, your fingers dipping between your folds, making your entire body shudder with pleasure. Your fingers circled around your clit, the feeling unbelievably intense. It felt like you’d waited forever for Bucky to get back from his mission to get him ‘alone’ like this. You hadn’t touched yourself since before he left, so even the slightest pressure was sending shockwaves through your body. You could already feel yourself getting close, but you weren’t ready to stop watching Bucky just yet. You wanted it to last, you wanted to admire him for a few moments longer.

“I wish I could feel you right now,” you said seductively, pausing for a moment to give Bucky a still image of your legs spread apart for him. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips as he gazed at you, at your pretty pink pussy he loved so much. As your hand started to move again, he could see how soaked you were as your wet fingers glistened under the light. His breath got caught in his throat, a sound which could only be described as a whine leaving his lips. Your words only turned him on more, and he wished he could be by your side with his hands exploring every inch of your body.

“Fuck,” he breathed, as you pushed a finger inside yourself. His name rolled off of your tongue which to Bucky, sounded like the most exquisite poetry. His cock twitched, and he had to stop himself from finishing right there and then. He swiped his thumb over the swollen tip of his cock, his eyes instantly screwing shut at the immense sensitivity. “Y/N...” he moaned with gritted teeth. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he forced his eyes open to look back at you.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” you admitted, your legs beginning to shake. With two fingers circling your clit and your spare hand clutching at your breasts, you could feel yourself edging closer to your climax. The sounds leaving your mouth were out of control, and could only be matched by the groans coming from Bucky. As you focused on one another, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. Neither of you had ever experienced such an intense sexual connection with anyone before, and every time you called each other it was even better than the previous time.

“Y/N, I - I’m go -“ Bucky started, barely able to string a sentence together before you interrupted him with a loud moan. You looked right into the lens, a flirtatious smirk appearing on your face.

“I’m almost there, Buck. I want you to finish with me,” you gasped. Bucky didn’t take too much encouraging. He matched his pace to yours and felt his orgasm lingering. The way he writhed on the bed was enough of a telling sign for you. “Come for me,” you encouraged, your voice hardly above a whisper. Bucky couldn’t take it any more. His strokes became lazier and his moans turned into something of a low hum as he reached his release.

The sight of Bucky finishing onto his stomach was enough to make you come so hard, you felt like you could fall off of the couch. You covered your mouth with your hand as you practically screamed in pleasure. Your thighs stuck to the leather of the couch, and your upper body thrashed against the back cushions. Both of your bodies fell limp, and you sat in silence as you attempted to catch your breath. Bucky couldn’t help but admire you in all of your post-orgasm glory. Your cheeks were flushed red and your baby hairs stuck to your face. Bucky looked just as good, his tanned chest rising and falling as he ran his hand through his messy hair.

“I missed that,” Bucky hummed, reaching over to his shelf where he kept his towels. You couldn’t really move yet as you were still coming down from your high. Bucky smirked, still watching you as you covered yourself back up with your skirt and tried to fix your hair. You caught his eye and cheekily smiled back at him. You didn’t have to exchange many words afterwards, you both usually knew what the other was thinking. Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about how it was worth the wait, how you’d always be worth the wait. He hoped one day he’d get his hands on you, but he had no idea that you wanted the same.

The two of you ended the call and you stood up, releasing the breath you’d been holding as you’d watched Bucky clean himself off. You couldn’t ignore how much you wanted him and how you longed to have him touch you someday. So you went to bed that night only to dream of him; unaware that he was dreaming of you too.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #smut #marvel #mcu #the winter soldier #oneshot #fanfiction #the avengers

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pt-writes · 4 years ago

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Obey Me - After Glow

This blog will absolutely have NSFW stuff on it. This references stuff more than anyone actually doing any of it but stil very NSFW

tw: references to spanking, biting, hickies, lots of cum, stockings, blow jobs.

Gender neutral MC spends a wild night with all 7 of the brothers. The mornings after are something special.

All The Boys X GN MC - NSFW

You woke up slowly, your consciousness floated back down from the lofty place it had soared up to after the night you had. Multiple warm bodies surrounded you. Your muscles pleasantly ached and stirred along with each moment closer to your eyes being opened.

You could still feel the weight of Beel laid across your stomach where he had passed out. Still between your legs, he had been the last one still going after most of the others stamina had run out. At some point he had slipped out of you, multiple loads you had taken dripped even now from your hole.

Tan, soft hands wrapped around your shoulders from behind. Mammon had been one of the first to go in his impatience before he settled where you could rest, leaned against him like this. He kept a ‘watchful eye’ on the proceedings that followed. It didn’t hurt that you could turn your head and suck his cock this way either. You had given him several more climaxes throughout the night this way, and he painted your face in return.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just get up and shower?” You asked. Your voice came out much rougher than you expected. You tried to clear your throat but it didn’t help much. A night of screaming and moaning can’t be recovered so easily.

What had brought about your awakened state was clear as the chill of a damp towel was felt across your chest. The action tingled after so many touches but the cold of it is a contrast that drew your attention instantly.

Lashes fluttered open and you turned your head to the side to see Satan there. He held the towel kneeled at the edge of the bed. He had started the long process of cleaning you up. He was thoughtful like that, especially since he had been the one to leave most of that mess there. He gave an apologetic smile as he noticed you looking up at him. “Go back to sleep, love.”

He shook his head and continued his slow, gentle clean up of your skin. Little circular motions of his thumb with the towel in areas where fluids had dried on. Fingers dug in a little where muscles were sure to appreciate it. You let him work. He wouldn’t be deterred.

Your gaze turned around to look for the others. No one is too far, except Lucifer. You didn’t see him anywhere and it gave your heart a little pang. Had he not stayed to enjoy the afterglow with everyone? With you? You knew he was a busy man but you had hoped. After the intense moment you had together that night, he might stay. The sting of nail marks down your back the only thing he’s left you with.

Your eyes do fall on Belphegor. He was curled up as close as he could possibly get into your right side. Face tucked into the crook of your hip, warm breaths came every few moments to blow over skin still raw and sensitive from the spanking he himself had given it. One arm curled around your leg. It effectively trapped you if the weight of his twin hadn’t enough to do that already.

“Finally, I was beginning to wonder if we had over done it.”

The voice made you turn your head back to your left. The smiling face of Asmodeus greeted you there. He had stirred awake himself very recently by the looks of it. He was well put together despite everything but that didn’t hide the way his hair was messed. He somehow managed to make even that look good. The memory of your hands in those locks, the surprised face he had made when you had pulled followed by the moan he had given. It was enough to make you clench and a fresh wave of cum dripped out of you again. Your breath caught as you lifted a hand up toward him and the lust demon took it with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t go getting worked up so soon again. You need at least a few hours more before you try that again.” Asmo teased as he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed your fingertips. A simmering in his eyes told you that he wouldl count the minutes if you let him though. Tease and work you up. By the time you would be ready again you’d be begging for it. The moment passed though and he retrieved a nail file from the bedside drawer. He made himself busy polishing your cute little hands. If you were going to be here awhile he could at least pretty you up some. Perhaps a nice pink on your nails to make the color your face turned when you were panting his name.

All the commotion and little movements caught Leviathan’s attention. He was next to Amso down on your left side. He was awake but little motions of his head told you he was trying not to nod off. Soft electric beeps from his phone lets you know he was playing some sort of game and oh! There was a picture of you on his lock screen that had clearly been taken last night. Angled to cut out most of the others but keep you in clear view, legs lifted and pressed together. You knew the moment well. Early on when you had still had remnants of clothes on. The edge of stockings on your legs visible. He had been thrusting between your thighs.

When he saw you look he quickly opened another app to hide it. His face flushed at having been caught. You felt something tighten around your upper left thigh and realize his tail is still there, clenched onto you tightly. He had been one of the few to transform. A jealous possessive moment or two where he had to make sure you were all his. You had to say. seeing him snap at his brothers and drag you flush to him had been kind of hot before he had reigned it in.

The door to the room opened and your heart jumped again. Several other demon’s eyes followed but when they saw who it was they went back to their various tasks. It’s Lucifer. He had found some time to get fully dressed but that hadn’t hid the purple lip shaped blotch that peeked out from under his collar you had given him. Oh, you were particularly proud of that one.

He carried a tray of food, the smell made your stomach give a rolling growl. You felt Beel’s nose twitch and you knew he would be stirring as well soon. No match for the scent of food, he must be hungry too.

“I thought you might be too occupied to go to breakfast.” Lucifer explained though you knew there was kindness behind that tone of voice. This was his plan from the start and the reason he had left earlier you were sure. “So I arranged to bring you something myself.” He closed the door quietly behind himself with a foot and brought the tray over to sit on the bedside table.

The room felt livier instantly. Mammon’s arm reached out for something from it only to be swatted away by Lucifer’s own. One demon gave the other a disapproving frown. When had Mammon woken up? You tilted your head and he pouted down at you. “Aw, I wanted to feed ‘em.” He groaned.

All of them are accounted for now and it made you happier than anything. The nights with them were amazing but it’s the mornings after that really make it for you.

“You’ll get your turn...last.” Lucifer’s expression slowly lightened up as he picked up a biscuit from the tray in one gloved hand and brought it closer to your mouth, waiting and open wide. He wasn’t fast enough for Beel though, who is fully awake now as well and leaned to snatch a bite of his own. Crumbs fell onto your chest that he leaned to lick up when he was done chewing.

“Oi! I just cleaned up there!” Satan complained with an exasperated sigh but the action tickled your skin. You were almost positive Beel was doing it on purpose now as a laugh came up from your throat. He loved your laugh. “Get something to drink first, food will go down easier that way.” He mouthed against your skin, followed by a hum of assurance.

Lucifer shook his head but knew his brother was correct. He forgot the biscuit and traded it in favor of a cup of warm soothing tea. His hands were so careful as he brought it to your lips. Mammon helped to prop you up some to meet it more upright and you took a long, thankful sip.

#OBEY ME #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me group

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terramania · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Nighttime Sky

Rating: Explicit | Words: 2,091

Melody and A1 talk about their dating lives. Cro and Alden make love for the first time.

“A beautiful night, right Al?” A woman with brown skin looks at a metallic being who is also observing the night sky.

“The stars are magnificent tonight. I may even adjust my observation to look for constellations.”

“You’re such a dork, AI. You’re always bouncing from one thing to another! Just relax with me.” She urges A1.

They pause as they watch the stars move across the beautiful night sky until the woman turns her head slowly towards A1.

“So...tell me about your date. How did it go?” She elbows A1 light on his arm. She can tell from A1’s interface that he is blushing.

“Melody!”

“What?! I wanna know about the tea of my bestie’s love life!” She chuckles.

“Fine! Fine! I wanted to tell you tomorrow but I guess it couldn’t wait!” He puts his hands on his metallic face and his interface pulses. “Well, first I nervously went to a cafe as I saw him fidgeting on a bench staring at the sky. I was, as you humans say ‘screaming internally’. Then-” Melody shakes his arm repeatedly, unable to contain her excitement.

“What’s his name! WHAT HIS NAME!! TELL ME!!”

“I’m getting there! Then, I calmed myself down and slowly approached him. I tried to surprise him but he just saw me. I swear the world froze when I got to him, he was majestic. I honestly thought he wasn’t my type but as we walked through the museum, he was so smart like he knew a lot about art. It was hot. Then we got to our place and yeah-” He twirls his fingers.

“An-, oh. OH? Al!! AL!”

A1 nods. “Yeah, he was surprisingly good, despite it being our first time.”

“Good for you, bud. But you still haven’t told me his name.” She awaits for a response.

“Oh right, his name is D-LE! Apparently we work in the same place and I didn’t even know until we exchanged info.”

“Oh, really? I hope things work out, I know some work drama and it does not end well once you end it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He takes a mental note.

“Well, I also got some news for you.” She moves her body sideways and puts her elbows on the grass and her right hand on her cheek.

“Well, what is it?” A1 turns his head towards her.

“I got a date tomorrow! A tiefling named Inanis. Seems cute so I’ll take a shot with her.” She gets her phone from her left pocket and shows A1 her profile on the dating app. He skims through the profile and automatically makes the connection.

“I can see why.”

“Now what does that mean, Al?” Melody seems curious about his statement.

“Physique, personality, and interests. It matches your type.”

“Hey now, I’m not being judgmental about your type.”

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean it that way!” He tries to retract his statement. “You’ll...uh...do great with her!” He tries to give a two thumbs up but sees Melody back to her original position of lying down on her back.

“Yeah. I hope so.” She puts her phone on her chest and puts her hands on the back of her head. “Dating sucks. I just hope I find the right person.”

A1 turns his body towards her. “You will, Melody. I’m sure they’ll come.”

Two shadows loom towards them, blocking their view of the night sky. They look up seeing a dark brown half-elf with dirty yellow hair wearing a blue cardigan and khakis with black sneakers; and a metallic being with an interface with a green eye on their face, wearing a gray hoodie and brown shorts with the physique of a square body, and limbs similar to a crash test dummy.

“Alden...who’s this?” Melody asks the half-elf about the robot.

“Oh, this is my partner, Cro.” He looks gleefully at them. Cro waves at them, and they wave back.

“Well…” Melody waits for them to move out of the way.

“Ah, sorry was I interrupting something?” Alden says sarcastically.

“You’re lucky I haven’t kicked ya out of our house yet.”

“Fine, fine. I was just having fun.” Alden and Cro walk towards the sliding doors.

“Don’t make a mess!” Melody yells at them, and Alden gives a thumbs up as he enters the house.

Alden turns on the lights to reveal a rustic kitchen. Plates still on the table with a half-eaten sandwich and a mug full of oil. He looks towards the living room, where pillows are on the floor and the blanket usually on the couch lays slumpily.

“Oh Melody.” Alden stares at the mess that she and A1 have left. “Cro, love. Mind if you wait in my bedroom? I’ll show you where it is.” He removes his shoes and leads them towards the room, turning on lights as the floor creaks from their footsteps. He arrives at a wooden door, which has signs saying Alden with a little drawn portrait of him. He unlocks the door and they see a clean bed, with some fluffy pillows, a wardrobe, and posters displaying media that he likes.

“You can sit down here, while I clean for a bit.”

“Take your time, Alden.” Cro sits and lies down on his bed, awaiting for him to come back already.

Alden goes back to the kitchen and slides the door open. “MELODY WHAT THE FUCK?!??!”

“What now?” She replies with a sigh.

“Your dishes!!! The living room! Clean it up!” He yells back in frustration.

“Ugh, I will soon.” She disregards him and goes back to stargazing.

“You better!” He slides the door shut.

Alden puts the dishes in the sink and leaves it there for Melody and A1 to finish their job. He proceeds back to his room and Cro greets him with a salacious pose.

“Oh Alden, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Cro touches their crotch area and their interface turns into a pink hue, their eye turning to a pink heart.

“Oh, me too love. Me too.” He proceeds to remove his shirt revealing a twunk phyisque, and Cro’s interface flashes with excitement. He removes his pants and boxers, revealing his fully erect cock.

“Ah, all ready to go I see.” Cro’s crotch panel opens, and unveils their cock also erect with some fluid leaking out of it. They spread their legs apart and their left hand slides towards the front of them tapping the bed.

“Come, join me.” They say in a seductive voice, lying on the bed and putting their hands behind their head.

“Do you want protection or-” Alden politely asks before being interrupted by Cro.

“It’s fine Alden, we can’t procreate together anyways. Plus, we got magic.”

“Fair.”

He hops on the bed and goes towards Cro. He moves his torso towards them like a cat and proceeds to lick their metallic body. They moan with excitement screaming his name.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this sensitive.”

He proceeds to touch and lick them continuously, each time with pleasure. They proceed to put their right hand towards the side of his torso and caress him and their left hand towards his cock. They proceed to go a slow thrusting motion on his cock and turn on vibration on their palm.

“Oh yes, Cro. That’s the stuff.”

They keep on thrusting his cock until some precum spills on their hand. They stop and look towards him. “Oh, I’m not letting you cum just yet.” Alden blushes and Cro pushes him down, spreading his legs and they go on top of him, their knees hugging his legs and their torso above him. Alden looks at them with amusement waiting for their next move. Their dicks touch and Cro proceeds to grind their dick on his, both moaning for the pleasure of frotting their dicks together. Some precum spills out from both of their dicks, lubricating the heads of their cocks. Cro’s interface lights up with pleasure and Alden lifts his torso up and kisses Cro’s face repeatedly. They change their position to be sitting and Alden crosses his legs around Cro.

“Are you ready?” They ask Alden for consent.

“Yes.”

Alden goes toward the nightstand beside his bed and opens a drawer, revealing condoms and lube. He grabs the bottle of lube and opens it pouring some on his hands. He smothers a generous amount on Cro’s dick and some on his hole. He lifts his butt and Cro moves their crotch so that their dick can enter his hole. He slowly thrusts down his butt towards Cro’s dick. He screams in pain a little as his hole is tight, since he has never been penetrated before. Cro looks concerned and asks to stop but Alden says to continue. Cro’s dick finally penetrates him and a big moan comes out of Alden. Cro begins to touch his breasts, doing a circular motion making his nipples erect. They motion their head towards his chest and slowly slides their head, mimicking a kiss that Alden performed earlier. Alden proceeds to move his butt up and down with the help of his arms, making a thrusting motion. Cro begins to moan. They begin to slowly move their left hand towards his cock once again and grab it, proceeding to give Alden a handjob. Both of him feel the pressure of their cocks as the feeling of ejaculation comes to them. A big moan from both of them comes out as cum comes out of their cocks, Alden spilling his all over Cro’s chest and Cro’s cum entering Alden’s tract. Cro releases their cock from Alden’s hole where cum leaks from it.

They breathe heavily from the amount of physical activity from intercourse. They lie down together in the bed where they made love. Cum still leaks from both of their dicks, slowly dripping towards their balls.

“That was amazing.” Alden said to Cro.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, Alden.” They reply.

“Want me to clear this up naturally or magically?” He asks Cro.

“Whatever you prefer.”

Alden gets his wand and casts prestidigitation, a magical spell that wraps around them, cleaning up the mess they have created. They lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Alden turns towards Cro and puts his hand on their face, hugging the side near their left ear.

“I love you, Cro.”

“I love you too, Alden.”

Alden moves his head towards them and kisses them on the forehead. They continue to lie nude on the bed where they fall asleep. Back outside, some shooting stars appear in the sky. Melody gets her phone and records the stars that are soaring above her. A1 looks in amazement, as he never encountered such an event before. He begins to record with his built-in program and stores this in his memory banks. Melody closes her eyes, wishing upon it while A1 observes the flying stars.

“Did you make a wish?” She looks at A1.

“Am I supposed to?” A1 looks in confusion.

“Yes, you silly goose. Wish before they are gone, and do it silently.”

“Alright.” A1 looks and writes down in a document his wish and stores it; he tells her afterwards.

“Do you think K’wiaje will grant me my wish?” She asks A1, even though A1 is not well versed in mythology.

“I honestly do not know who that is.”

“Oh, they are the god of the stars.”

“Well, if you believe in them, then perhaps. I do not know of the gods myself.”

They pause to observe the last of the shooting stars, and then head back to house to clean up the mess. Melody prepares her lunch for tomorrow while A1 vacuums the living room. They wish each other good night and head to their respective bedrooms. Melody comes up with scenarios of how the date will go tomorrow, causing her to become anxious about the date. She goes on the dating app and starts typing but decides to stop halfway and erase her draft of postponing the date. She removes her glasses and goes to her nightly routine before heading to bed but instead of heading to sleep, she blankly stares at the ceiling. A1 on the other hand, lies down on his bed and messages D-LE. They sent each other selfies and fluffy messages, both blushing. After a few messages back and forth, they call each other and chat about their day and a time to meet up. Before they hang up, they say the three words: I love you.

#robophilia #robophilia fiction #ns//fw #exophilia #exophilia fiction #robot romance #roboterra

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kurokoros · 6 years ago

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Fool’s Gold | Prologue

Title: Fool’s Gold

Rated: M (language, violence, future adult situations)

Words: 1038

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Jones!OC

Summary: Jubilee Jones left Riverdale at age fifteen to live with her mother and younger sister in Toledo after a night that changed everything for her. The murder of Jason Blossom changes things. With her father in prison and Jughead getting involved in the Serpents it’s finally time for her to come home.

Song of the Chapter: “The Funeral” Band of Horses

Prologue | One

Ozzy’s nails dig into her thigh as Jellybean rushes into the room, calling out Jubilee’s name and startling the sleeping cat awake. The old, worn and well-loved copy of A.A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh slips from her fingers and hits the ground. “Shit,” she hisses, gaze snapping to her younger sister as she blindly gropes for the book on the floor.

Jubilee’s eyes narrow just a tick as Jellybean rushes up to her, Jubilee’s phone cradled in one hand. “What’s up, squirt?” she asks, a bewildered frown pulling at her lips as Jellybean practically shoves her phone in her face. “Did it die already?” Earlier, Jubilee gave Jellybean her phone to keep her distracted while she tried to get a start on one of her school projects. Jubilee doesn’t know what apps the younger girl plays, but it’s enough to keep her distracted while their mom is gone at all hours of the day.

Jellybean shakes her head. “Your phone was ringing.”

Frown deepening, Jubilee half sits up from where she’s curled into the old, overstuffed armchair in the corner of the living area. She gingerly takes the phone from her sister, head cocking to the side as she’s that Jellybean answered the call. “Did you know the number?” Again, Jellybean shakes her head. “JB, what did I tell you about answering the phone if you don’t know who’s calling?”

Jellybean blinks back at her. “Not to.”

Jubilee opens her mouth to respond, but shuts it again just as quickly. She doesn’t know what she was expecting. “Well thank god you were listening,” she mumbles sarcastically, rolling her eyes when Jellybean only grins back at her. “Get out of here, you sassy little shit.” Jellybean giggles, ducking away from Jubilee’s prodding fingers.

Rolling her eyes one more time, Jubilee turns back to the phone in her hand, lifting it to her ear with a sigh. “Hello?” she answers, brushing her dark hair away from her face with a yawn. Jellybean crosses the small living space, scooping up Jubilee’s large, fluffy orange cat as she plops down onto the couch. Ozzy goes willingly, a loud, rumbling purr filling the silence.

She waits for the person on the other end to speak, but the only sound that crackles from the other end is a ragged gasp. Seconds pass and a chill worms down her spine when all that comes from the other side is wet breathing. Jubilee’s lips press into a thin line as she uncurls herself from the armchair, back straightening. “Who the fuck is this?” she snaps into the receiver, patience worn thin.

Jellybean glances at her from her spot on the couch, arms curled tight around Ozzy, but Jubilee waves her off gently, leaning forward in the chair.

The other person clears their throat, snapped out of whatever reverie they were in at the sound of her voice. “Hey,” a familiar voice greets, though she it takes her a moment to place it. “Jubilee, it’s, uh, it’s Joaquin,” he tells her, speaking quickly, stumbling over the words in a way that’s unlike him.

“Joaquin?” she repeats, voice lower now. Again, she glances at Jellybean, but by now the younger girl’s attention has shifted back to the cat. “It’s been a while.” Jubilee settles back against the chair, tucking her legs underneath her, a small frown curling at her lips. She hasn’t heard from anyone in Riverdale in nearly a year, not since last December when she was sent to live in Toledo.

Joaquin takes another shaky breath from the other end of the line. “Yeah,” he coughs, “yeah, I’m sorry to call, I know you don’t—”

She cuts him off quickly. “What do you need, Joaquin?” She doesn’t mean to be harsh, but if someone’s calling from Riverdale, she knows it’s not about anything good.

There’s a beat of silence from the other end. “It’s your Dad, Jubilee,” Joaquin finally forces out, and Jubilee sighs, squeezing her eyes shut tight, jaw clenching. “He’s in jail,” he continues quickly. “He—he told me to call you.”

Jubilee glances at Jellybean, finding her distracted by the cat. “Is he drunk again?” she asks lowly. “He does remember I’m not in Riverdale, right?” She sighs, knotting her fingers through her dark hair and dragging it away from her face. “What did he get himself into this time? If it’s another DUI you’ll have to call—”

“It’s not a DUI, Jubilee,” Joaquin tells her. “It’s bad, this time. It’s really bad.”

It’s the nervous edge to his voice that makes her pause, Jubilee chewing her lower lip harshly as she forces herself off the chair, glancing at Jellybean one more time before slipping into the kitchen away from prying ears. “How bad?” she manages to choke out, leaning back against the counter, careful to keep her voice low.

“Bad enough that he wants you to come home.”

Her skin crawls at the thought of going back to Riverdale, and the request hits her right in the chest, knocking the breath out of her as her throat goes tight. “What did he do?”

He sighs. “Jubilee, I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t—”

“Joaquin, what did he do?”

All she gets is silence from the other end, and something about Joaquin’s reluctance to tell her causes a sick feeling to churn in her gut, stomach filled with ice. Finally, Joaquin speaks again. “They brought him in on murder charges,” he tells her, tone apologetic, “and he confessed. It’s bad, Jubilee, it’s really bad. I don’t—” Jubilee tenses against the counters, mouth opening though nothing comes out as she tries to wrap her head around what Joaquin is telling her. “JJ?”

It’s the use of her old nickname that makes her lose her breath, Jubilee choking up as she slides down the counters to rest against the floor. Her fingers squeeze tight around her phone, hands shaking. “JJ?” he tries again to get her attention, concern dripping from the words.

She sucks in a sharp breath, wetting her lips. “Thanks, Joaquin,” she breathes back, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Jubilee—”

She ends the call, phone slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor.

Taglist: @ch4plinfan, @southsidewrites, @poolpartyingwithjaws, @serpentsweetspea, @sweetfogarty, @mellxander1993

#riverdale #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea imagine #fic: fool's gold #jones!OC #be sure to let me know what you all think!#im excited for this one!!!

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switchinspirals · 6 years ago

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Texas Turnaround Part 2 Safe!

Continuation of request for @texanstrong

Trevor took his time his time washing Jake’s body down in the shower. The new sensation of smooth hard larger muscles lathered in soap and dripping with water was erotic in it’s own right. He did think to himself for a second how familiar it was standing in this shower. His strange lucid waking dream of being in this very shower with that other guy. Except this time he was in the actual body of Jake not his own. After finishing his shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to investigate the apartment. It was an older apartment on the south eastern side of Dallas based on what the GPS said on his phone. It was a mess, it looked like there was a party here recentlty. Although looking through the clutter it seemed as if laundry day only happened once every month if it that. Trevor also got the strange sensation that Jake didn’t spend to much time here, and the one called BAE probably didn’t either. He turned on the TV and Telemundo switched on, he didn’t realize it was just background noise for the moment as he turned on Jake’s phone and begin to look.

Jake didn’t have a facebook, or atleast not the mobile app, but he and instagram, grindr, scruff, jack’d, and tinder. All the profiles read the same.

“Jake, Age:22 Hieght:5'11 Latino, Speaks English and Spanish, Body Type: Jock, Bodybuilder, Toned. Negative, In an Open Relationship”

It matched his apperance perfectly. And the picture was a seductive image of selfie of Jake showing off his perfect body. The discription about himself was different for each app, yet very similiar. The grindr one had the most detail though. “Vers top, but bottom for the right guy, I am picky but for cash I can get into any dude, prefer if you host, if I host don’t be a bitch about my place. I have a bf he sometimes down for 3somes but prefer not to get him involved, don’t be a dick or a racist.” It was a strange sensation for Trevor to read someone else’s profile yet know it now currently belonged to him. Trevor was no stranger to hook ups, but he was more picky about who he had sex with, and had never in his life had or considered getting paid for sexual favors or sex it self. Yet now being in Jake’s body and life, there was an excitement about getting paid for it, even if the dude wasn’t attractive. Trevor knew he was good looking and a catch, but Jake was the superior to his former body in every way. And Jake didn’t give one fuck about what people thought of him, and for the first time Trevor realized how hot it was to have a guy so infatuated with him even if he wasn’t that attractive. Trevor thought back to the night before, the blonde kid in the shower, he was cute but his body was only slightly toned and less impressive than his old body back in Houston. Yet during that strange experience he enjoyed the way the boy felt up his body. Now knowing he was feeling up Jake’s body made that whole experience even hotter. He saw how many guys had messaged him on grindr alone, all sorts of boys and men. Older muscular men, big hairy men, twinks of types, jocks, it was like almost any type of guy one would want. He did notice a lack of white dudes reaching out to Jake though. Most of the messages were positive, sensual and seemed to lead to a hook up. It was rare to find a negative conversation or one not leading to sex but they were still in there. He learned from those Jake was a high-school drop out, and slutted out a few years earlier and pissed of a lot of guys who still held it against him for sleeping with their boyfriends or husbands. Trevor didn’t know how to feel about that, in some ways it bothered him how Jake seemed to not care about those people’s relationships, yet at the same time him sleeping with them sounded hot, and exciting. As for being a high-school drop out well it seemed sad but maybe if he was trapped in this body long enough he could change that.

Trevor decided to stop reading all the messages and then swiped to his calendar, Jake it seemed was a landscaper, had his own truck somewhere around this apartment complex. He seemed to do most of his jobs in the surrounding suburbs of the DFW metroplex. That’s when his alarm went off, the alert was for “GYM TIME” Trevor wasn’t sure where Jake worked out at but he figured this apartment had to have some sort of gym. He looked through his wallet, there was no gym membership card, and not credit card, just Jake’s drivers license confirming his grindr profile was accurate, and fifty dollars of cash. Trevor found blue tank top with the words “RAVE” on ot it, and some black very short gym shorts, he quickly put them on and walked to the bathroom again. He admired himself in the mirror, Jake or rather he now looked sexy as fuck. Part of Trevor wished he could get back in his body if only to make out feel and have sex with Jake, it was a pleasurable torture being so hot and desiring the very some flesh you inhabited and Trevor was loving every second of it. He walked out of the messy apartment and into very warm and sunny Dallas day.

He did find a small gym for the older apartment complex, it barely had any machines or weights, Trevor using Jake’s voice mumbled to himself “This probably isn’t where he works out” but he didn’t feel like getting lost looking for a gym. So he started to do his normal routine with what he had available there, which wasn’t much. Trevor first started to work out using some free weights, doing basic bicep curls, in front of the mirrors. As expected it was a sexy and very exciting to watch the muscle stud work out. Trevor found himself making seductive faces and holding on the the flex of the bicep curl longer to show off the muscle. And in return the sexy stud Jake flirted back to him through his reflection and showed off his muscles. It was hot and making him horny. But it was also getting hard to focus, it seemed as if the more he saw himself in the mirror the more he wanted to rip off his clothes and jerk off again. Trevor wasn’t sure if Jake had a higher sex drive than he was used to, or that his ultimate fantasy of being someone else was just to much for him to handle, or if both of those facts were keeping his new uncut cock hard in those sexy gym shorts. He decided to turn around and work out facing the windows.

The view was much more grounding for Trevor, he clearly lived in the poorer part of Dallas, it wasn’t very nice, it reminded him the neighborhoods and area’s in Houston that were old, falling apart, and rather depressing. A far cry from the suburbs of Houston he was used to. Yet despite that he still felt a rush of anxiousness and excitement. It was a new life, and one where he didn’t have to give a fuck. In part because Jake never did, and also because there was no longer and consequences to his sexuality. He could truly just enjoy being young and sexy. Even in less than two hours he had inhabited this body, he knew Jake’s life was far from perfect, the grindr profile showed a dude who had great sex, but also experienced some rather disturbing racism. And his view showed what privilage he had in his old life, but there was something about not worrying about his sexuality anymore and being able to expeirence anything that made the more negative changes worth it. And after turning his head around to see that sexy face smiling at him, he knew it was worth it. Trevor took a picture of himself and posted it to instagram. It went viral to the several of thousands of followers Jake had on his instagram. Commets filled with compliments and lustful desire. A direct message came in from someone named Alex.

“Loved the pic, I am bored and have $50 I wanna spend, come over let me lick you up and fuck me raw and it’s yours cutie.” Trevor felt another surge of excitement. He quickly looked up Alex’s instagram pictures, they were for the most part rather dull and ameraturish. His face was nothing to brag about and his body was that of a very smooth, very skinny twink. There was some toned definition on it but he was even more skinnier than the kid Jake was fucking in the shower before. Yet the lure of fifty dollars, his chronic horniness and a strange new desire to fuck this twig of a twink pulled Trevor’s ambitions and desires and make him use Jake’s hands to text him back. “Hey! Ya would love to fuck forgot where u live send address?” Trevor waited. A reply and an address, a quick search on google maps revieled he lived in a near by suburb. Now came the hard part finding Jake’s truck. Wondering around the parking lot like an idiot Trevor kept clicking the lock button on his keys to see if he could hear a beep. After about ten minutes of searching he found it. The truck was a modest 2011 White Ford F150 with a landmower, and landscaping equipment in back, most of which was rather old and needed to be replaced. The inside of the truck was hot, smelly and needed to be cleaned but that wasn’t important he had to get to Alex’s place. The drive was uneventful and Trevor made it to Alex’s nice place in the suburbs. Clearly he still lived with his parents. When he knocked on the door, the young only been eighteen for four months twink greeted him with a overly friendly hug. They both walked into the nice clean house and sat on the couch. Small talk was made, and Alex’s hands were already trying to explore. There was the occasional gesture of him rasing up Trevor’s tank top to feel a single one of Jake’s abs. A single “You know what it’s like honey” followed by Alex’s kind yet obviosily clever excuse to put a palm on Jake’s firm pecs. “So where are your parents? They aren’t going to walk in on us?” Trevor said in Jake’s sexy Spanish accented voice. Alex was amsused and laughed “You weren’t so bothered the first two times that shit happened, but no they are out of town no need to worry, you don’t have to lie and say your some poor exchange student I seduced or anything.” Trevor gave a surprise looked using Jake’s face of course. But Alex was tired of talking and went in for the kiss. It was a passionate yet sloppy kiss. Alex’s hands went crazy all over Jake’s or rather Trevor’s new body. Trevor had had guy into his body before but this was different. Alex was significantly smaller and skinnier, and because there was money involved he felt Jake or well Trevor up as if he owned him. It was a strange sensation for Trevor but he enjoyed it. The kissing went down his neck, Alec playfull licking, touching, kissing, Trevors dark muscualr pecs. The foreplay was hot as hell for Trevor as much as it was for Alex. Then it happened Alex dipped his hands into Trevor’s briefs ignoring the gym shorts and grabbed Jake’s big thick uncut cock. The sensation was once again new, it was like the first time Trevor felt someone touch his cock, except it was better. He could feel Alex rubbing the foreskin up and down. In a panic Trevor down his shorts to free his growing cock. Alex stopped for a second, watching Jake’s foreskin stretch. He seemed a little bit repulsed by the foreskin.

“Something the matter?” Trevor said as he looked to Alex, “No honey, just foreskin always looks weird to me, feels like I am not looking at a cock is all, no worry once you get hard it looks better.” The feeling made Trevor feel embarrassed and a little annoyed. He decided to ignore it but it felt strange to be objectified to the point that his foreskin which to this point was something he wished he had in his old body, was now a turn off for this kid. Well time to try being aggressive. Trevor used his new found strength and wrestled Alex to his back. “Well you wanted a dominant jock, you got one suck on this cock” And with that he jammed Jake’s now his cock into Alex’s mouth. And again the sensation was brand new, like the first time yet it felt different, the foreskin making this experience even more pleasurable. Despite Alex being a bit of an asshole, his blow job skills were really impressing Trevor and he seemed to know how to take it rather deep with out gagging. There was several times Trevor almost came, both from the hand job and now the blow job.

He pulled out of Alex’s mouth and then put on a condom and began to fuck Alex, it started of slow and almost vanilla. Trevor was having such an amazing time with another new sensation of the foreskin in an ass that he didn’t notice Alex’s boredom till Alex moaned “What’s wrong with you, make me your bitch Jake, fuck me like you always do” Trevor decided why not, and began to really thrust faster and harder. He typically never tried to fuck too rough, but he decided to do it now and it felt amazing. Trevor got fully into character and started to moan loudly, calling Alex his bitch, and fucking harder, he said a few phrases in Spanish too, since Alex requested that in between his moans. And then he came inside Alex into the condom.

“That was way too fucking fast…” Alex said “Sorry I just…” Alex laughed, “Don’t sweat it cutie, I loved how rough you were today I could tell you didn’t hold back.” He then started to feel me up, “Grab my dick and jerk me off” I complied and did as he said “Fuck for once you’re doing it right” Alex moaned. “It’s like you learned how it feels to jerk off with out foreskin and aren’t holding back.” It was true Trevor was using his normal tactics to get Alex off. After about five minutes of jerking and sucking Alex’s cock while he felt up Trevor’s new muscular body Alex came. And He handed him the fifty dollars. Trevor was unsure what to do but Alex gave him the non-verbal cue with his hands to get dressed, and so Trevor did. “Well that was fun, I gotta get clean up have a safe drive back to wherever you live,” And with that Trevor was once again back in the sunny warm humid day walking to his truck.

#bodyswap #gay

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jaebumsjaebuns · 7 years ago

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RM (BTS) - Arrangment

RM (Kim Namjoon) - BTS Friends with Benefits AU

Word Count// 1774

Summary// You and Namjoon make an arrangement ;))

Genre// Smuuuuuuuuuut

Note// LOOOL, I was supposed to write a smut for Suga, but our leader distracted me...

“You look so beautiful,” Namjoon whispers against the skin of your thigh, ghosting his lips over your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed at his teasing, and you begin to wonder how exactly you ended up in this situation. This perfect situation with Namjoon nestled in between your legs.

You sit on your couch in the living room of your apartment with Namjoon beside you, wrapped up in casual conversation with one another.

“Ugh,” you groan, “honestly Namjoon, I’ve been so deprived recently that I think it’s just time I downloaded one of those hookup apps again.”

Namjoon laughs softly as you throw your head back against the couch in defeat. “What?” he chuckles, “Where did this come from all of a sudden?”

You shrug, and reply that it’s just been so long since you’ve gotten any, so you feel that it’s about time for you to hit up the dating apps. He asks why you would want to hook up with a stranger and rick being catfished, or catching something, or just having a bad hookup.

You shrug again.

“I don’t know,” you tease, “the thrill is sexy.”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun,” he sighs, “just remember what happened the last time you went on a hookup spree.”

You scoff at his response, remembering the bad experiences from last time, and lean back against the arm of the couch, your arms folded across your chest.

“Okay mister,” you huff, “when’s the last time you slept with anyone?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment in thought before he replies, his tone even and casual, “Hmmm, probably two months ago? Three months almost? Whenever our last concert in Japan was…”

He trails off for a moment, “How I do love Japan.”

“Namjoon, that was almost a six months ago!” You’re shocked, “Do you not feel deprived in the slightest?”

Namjoon laughs at your sudden piqued interest, and leans against the opposite armrest of the couch across from you and lifts his legs onto the couch to tangle with yours.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he admits, “most of the time I’m just so busy that I don’t even notice.”

You hum in understanding, nodding your head as you make sense of his reasoning. A thought springs to your mind as you lean forward and closer to him.

“Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits relationship before?” you ask, and Namjoon shakes his head. You, slightly tipsy and deprived from sexual release, raise your eyebrows suggestively.

“What if I proposed…”

“Yes?” Namjoon hums, anticipatingly knowing where this conversation is going.

“An arrangement.” you say, “We don’t have to keep thing as they are, you know.”

“As they are?” Namjoon questions.

“Platonic,” you say, “we try it out, and if it isn’t what we want then we move on, but if it does, then we change it up and you know… help each other out.”

You feel your ears and the back of your neck heat as you wait for his response.

“So we use each other for sex, but we’re just friends?” Namjoon slowly says.

“Yeah,” you say.

A moment of silence.

“Alright, I’m down.”

He reached over and tangled his fingers into the strands of your hair, leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.

“Take this off,” he nodded at your shirt.

You smiled then did as he instructed, removing your clothing, leaving your chest completely bare. He leaned over the couch, bent to kiss you and caress your chest, his thumb rubbing your nipples to hardened beads.

You moaned, breaking the kiss, “more.”

Namjoon smirked, as he fumbled with the top of your jeans, slipping them and your underwear down your body. You raise your hips to help him remove your clothing the rest of the way down your legs.

“Lay down,” he said, and you moved yourself back to the couch, laying yourself in the space beside where he sat, your knees bent to hide yourself from his gaze.

His eyes drank in the sight of your naked body. Every curve, every line, he breathed deeply.

“Damn,” he hummed.

“Stop staring,” you laughed, suddenly feeling nervous, you nudged his knee gently with your foot.

Namjoon moved to hover over you, tracing the tips of his fingers over the curve of your stomach. You shuddered, his touch leaving goosebumps over your skin.

“Hey,” you call his attention. His gaze met your own, “it’s not very fair that I’m laying here naked while you’re fully clothed. Take your shirt off.”

He shrugged, moving back to pull his shirt up over his head. Your eyes followed the faint line of his happy trail down to the strained tent of his pants. You ran your tongue over your dried lips.

“Enjoying the view?” he joked, you nodded.

He reached down, placing his hands on either knee, spreading them further to make room for himself between your thighs. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread open for him, waiting for him, inviting him in.

He paused for a moment, his eyes focused on the sweet space of your core.

He lowered his head, his lips so close to where you wanted him that you were tempted to reach down and shove your hand into his hair.

You fought back the urge as he ran his finger through your folds. Your eyes screwed shut and a gasp left your lips as he gathered your arousal on the tip of his finger.

“God,” Namjoon breathed, “you’re already wet for me.”

He pressed his fingers against your entrance.

“Wait,” you stopped him.

“No?” It took everything in him to not slip his fingers inside. You were burning up, your pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips.

You wanted him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask, and Namjoon smiles darkly, tapping the bud at the top of your folds.

“I’m sure,” he says, “do you want me to continue?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “oh god yes.”

He nuzzled the apex of your thighs, breathing in the scent of your arousal. The fact that you were this ready for him made his blood boil. He undid the zipper of his jeans, hoping to relieve some of the pressure of his arousal.

“Namjoon…” you sighed, parting your legs farther as a signal for him to continue.

He hesitated, taking in the sight of your dripping need, before lowering his mouth to your core. He took his time, kissing with long strokes of his tongue, memorizing the taste and feel of you squirming underneath him.

“I need you inside me,” you breathed, lacing your fingers through his hair.

Namjoon parted from you with a long final lick up your folds, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. He lifted his head and his gaze met your own. You sat up, your fingers finding the band of his boxers, and he didn’t argue as you slipped the fabric over his hips. He got up, kicking the rest of his clothes off of his body.

He stood in front of you, free of the confines of his clothing, you stared, taking in the sight of him bare in front of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, your tongue fighting with his. You pulled back, tasting yourself on his lips, your pupils blown wide with lust.

You stood, taking his hand as you led him back to your bedroom.

The two of you rushed to lay on your bed, “now, let’s continue.”

You flipped him over, straddling his hips as you fished out a condom from your bedside table. You stroked him, pumping him to full hardness before rolling the latex onto his stiff arousal.

He let his head roll back into the pillows as you prepped him. When you were done, you kissed him, long and hard, guiding him to your entrance.

He held back a groan as you lowered your hips, bottoming out. You paused for a few moments, breathing deeply as you got used to the stretch of Namjoon against your walls.

“Move,” he grunted, the tightness of your heat sucking him in. He grit his teeth.

Slowly, you raise your hips, then lower them equally as fast, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You moved your hips in a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t enough for him.

He grabbed your hips, lifting and lowering you quickly as he thrust his own hips to meet yours.

You cried out, doubling over at the intensity of his thrusts. Your hands fell to his chest as you tried to steady yourself.

“Namjoon,” you call, “Namjoon! Wait a second.”

He stopped, releasing his grip on you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Switch places with me.”

It was as if a switch flipped.

He pulled out of you swiftly, moving to lay you under him.

Any control he’d maintained up to that point left him as he entered you. Your heat surrounded him, wrapping him so tightly that it took his breath away.

He thrust into you, his thoughts clouded over in a haze of lust and passion. Tension coiled in the pit of his stomach. His pace increased.

You convulsed around him, lifting your hips in an attempt to feel him deeper. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head against your shoulder.

His movements became more frantic as you both neared your ends. You came with a groan, your orgasm gripping him like a vice as he continued his thrusts.

You let go of his neck, opting to dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he began to push you to the point of overstimulation.

With what little strength you had left, you clenched around him, encouraging his release.

The tight heat of you engulfing him dent him over the edge, and with a final thrust he stilled inside of you.

He breathed deeply to calm himself before pulling out and rolling over.

You both lay in the haze of your lust for a few minutes before you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Holy shit. Why didn’t we think of this earlier?’

The sound of Namjoon’s laughter bubbled up from beside you.

“I agree, this was a pretty good idea.”

“Glad you think so.”

A beat.

“So, do we have an arrangement?” you ask, rolling over onto your side to face him.

He turned to face you.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

First smut post, hope you enjoyed. As a side note, why tf does Namjoon have so many names, and which one is the correct one...

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redditnosleep · 7 years ago

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The Woman in Black

by Worchester_St

Entry 1: Friday, 4:30 PM

Just my luck that now I have to deal with this run down house on top of everything else on my plate. When the lawyer called me saying my aunt had died and left me this house out in the middle of nowhere, I almost refused the offer. Now that I’m sitting inside it, I wish I had.

I’m on the couch in the living room right now, listening to the drip of the rusty pipes and the creak of the walls as the house shifts in the breeze. The entire place gives me the creeps, and the catholic pictures and candles plastering each wall do nothing to assuage the feeling.

I don’t know why my aunt would leave the house to me of all people, I’d only met her once in my entire life. Well, I have some idea. When my Dad passed away, I was probably her last living blood relative.

So she probably looked around and knew no one, so she put me down as the inheritor of her incredible fortune. What a joke. A whole 328 dollars and a house that’ll cost me more in property taxes than its worth on the market. I have my psychology dissertation to prepare for, and I just don’t have an extra 10 hours a week to deal with all this.

At least I have a place to stay rent-free for a few weeks while I work through selling the property.

Entry 2: Saturday, 6:00 PM

I pulled down most of the more bizarre religious images in the house today, and started deep cleaning, only to give up after a few hours. This place needs everything replaced. I might just schedule it for demolition, who knows.

The house sits a little under a mile from the highway, and I have to walk along the road for 10 minutes to get up here each time. I could open the gate and drive, but the road leading up here is made of dirt and gravel. I’m worried about the possibility of getting my car stuck if I tried driving it up here, or even worse, scratched.

I recorded some of the walk up to the house for my records, and to show any potential buyers.

Video of the long stretch of road leading to the house.

Entry 3: Sunday, 11:30 AM

I think there’s an animal problem in this area. Late last night I heard something knocking at my door. It couldn’t be a person, I’m way too far away from the road. When I answered the door, there was nothing there. Soon after I started hearing tapping noises on my window. Its gotta be something like a raccoon, or worst case a bear. I had made some pizza in the oven that night, and they probably just smelled it.

Probably.

This morning I found my aunt’s journal in a drawer. It was hard to read because she kept interrupting herself to reference bible verses. I think she must’ve had paranoid schizophrenia, because she kept referring to verses about protection from evil. She kept rambling on about how she thought she shouldn’t leave the house, stuff like that.

It’s fascinating how the human mind can just fabricate situations like my aunt’s. Apparently she thought that plastering the walls with religious imagery and candles would protect her from some evil force that was after her. Maybe I should find a way to reference it in my dissertation. I wonder if the thesis committee would go for that.

Entry 4: Sunday, 11:00 PM

I saw something outside.

I think.

I’m writing this from my bed, and my heart is still beating pretty fast. I had opened my front door to throw a bag of trash out, and I saw a figure standing on a hill a hundred feet away. It was dark, but I’m sure I saw it. It looked the silhouette of a woman dressed all in black. She was facing my direction. When it was clear that I had was staring at her, she turned around and walked away.

What in the world is going on? Why would a random woman come all the way out here?

Entry 5: Sunday, 3:47 AM

She knew that I didn’t know about her. She knew I had torn down most of the pictures.

She came into the house.

I woke up to the sound of my front door swinging open violently. I thought it might have been the wind, but the back of my mind flashed to the woman from earlier. I had grabbed my phone to use as a light, but accidentally double tapped the home button which opened my camera app.

I stumbled into the hallway of the house, walked towards the door. I squeezed the picture button to light up the room with the flash, and saw her for the split second. She was standing in the doorway of the house, head cocked to the side and grinning like a madwoman. She started shambling towards me. I stumbled back, and ran out the back of the house.

I ran down the road back to my car, cutting my bare feet on the thorns and rocks, and drove until I reached my friend’s place, where I’m typing this, still in my sweatpants.

I still have the picture I took of her. If you really want to know what I saw that night, you can see it here.

The Woman in Black

I’m never going back there. Tomorrow I’m going to call a crew to go demolish the house, then I’m going to go bury the deed and try to forget this ever happened.

#creepy #horror story #author: Worchester_St

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Writober 9 and 10 - Hoax and Lucky Charm

Summary: Ray’s got a big gig, but she’s getting flop sweat beforehand. Luckily, her sister has a special lucky charm waiting for her. Ok, maybe it’s a fake one - but it’s the thought that counts, right?

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Nope. No way in fuck she was going out there.

“Ray? Are you in there?”

Fuck.

Her eyes darted to the door – it was locked. That was kind of the thing you did when you went into a bathroom stall. She had hoped if she sat on the toilet and pulled up her legs nobody would see her, but apparently fate had other plans. They had found her, after all.

“Ray?”

The voice belonged to her stepsister, Ayame. She could practically picture the girl's face – eyebrows knitted in concern, mouth in a concerned frown, eyes sincere. She'd be the picture of a worried friend, trying to convince her to get out on the stage. This probably wasn't her first rodeo comforting a nervous idol kohai before she jumped out in front of the crowd.

So she should be used to being told to fuck off, right?

Sweat dripped down Ray's brow as she hugged her knees. “I'm not coming out, so you can go off and cover for me!”

“I haven't prepared anything, and neither has anyone else.” Ayame probably crossed her arms over her chest. She did that a lot. “So, unless you come out we're going to have a gap in the schedule we're going to have to fill with MC.”

Oh fuck, not MC. That was worse than pulling teeth.

Really, this shouldn't have been a big deal. Ray had been on stage before as an idol more than a few times. She even had the beginning of a fan club, small as it was at the moment. To say she had experience under her belt was putting it mildly. This shouldn't have been a problem for her.

But... it was Harunokaze.

Yep, Ray had somehow wound up in the lineup for Harunokaze Girl's Academy fall show. Normally, this was only for members of the school's music and dance programs. The Idol division had their own show a week later, or they had in years past. This was the first year the programs had combined for a two day show.

Which... didn't explain how a gen ed had even gotten a spot. Maybe someone really hated her.

Ray peered through the gap in the door, not letting the lock go. “I'm not even supposed to be here, though. I'm not in the music or idol programs.”

“You were added on overwhelming student demand.” Ayame looked way too innocent in all this as she counted on her fingers. “Something about a vote initiated by the general education track. You haven't noticed, but you're something like a hero to your classmates.”

Ray almost slipped off the toilet from the shock, but the door caught her before she landed face first on the bathroom floor. Her mind was absolutely blank as she ran through the details. Maybe once during lunch she had caught her classmates whispering over papers and trying to hide it from her, but she had never paid attention to it. The gen ed class always had a chip on their shoulder about something, so it hadn't surprised her.

But this one had gotten the entire class... and it had gone through.

“They really want me to perform?”

Ayame nodded. “I saw the petition to add you, pretty much every gen ed student signed it. The student council couldn't say no without risking an incident.”

Well... she hated that bitch. It was nice to know she was a thorn in somebody's side.

Of course, that didn't help the pounding in her heart. Ray's mouth had gone dry. She leaned her forehead against the door as her mind raced. The entire gen ed class had signed their name to getting her up on stage. She had become their sword against the school's other programs that flaunted their numbers and ability, their way to prove they had value too. If she messed up...

Well... nobody would give a shit about the gen ed program. They'd permanently become the joke of Harunokaze. Their petitions would wind up in the trash, their pleas ignored. All because she fucked up on stage.

No pressure... fuck.

“Ray? Can you open the door?”

Ray shook her head, finding it hard to speak. “I'm leaning against it.”

“How about you sit back on the toilet then? We can't have you landing on this floor, it's kind of gross.”

Despite everything, Ray laughed as she sat back on the toilet. “You think this is gross? Man, you would not survive back home.”

Ayame giggled on the other side of the door. Something about her laughter gave Ray something to focus on her. Her heart was still pounding, and her palms under her black finger-less gloves were all sweaty. Thinking was easier, but the worries still stabbed at her as she sat there on the toilet, trying to reign it all in.

A few seconds later, a shaky hand unlocked the door and nudged it open. Her stepsister was standing on the other side, still wearing her performance outfit. She had been on stage ten minutes earlier. Her makeup still looked pretty good, and the towel she had used to dry off was still hanging from around her neck. Talk about being the picture of an idol after a successful live.

No doubt Ray looked like shit next to her.

“At least your eyeliner still looks ok.” She held out her hand. “Why don't you come out and at least take a few deep breaths? I've got something for you to help with the jitters.”

Ray took her hand and returned to the bathroom proper. She caught sight of herself in the mirror – she was also dressed to perform, though her outfit was night and day from the frilly pink and white yukata Ayame was wearing. She preferred darker colors and harsher fabrics when it came to what she wore on stage, accented by metal jewelry that glinted under the harsh lights. Apart from her panicked expression and wide eyes, she could've been any rocker ready to go on.

But no. She was a scared idol in the bathroom.

“There we go.” Ayame was digging into a hidden pocket of her yukata. She drew out a small key chain with a star on the end. It was pink, with a lighter pink center in a sunburst pattern that created a sort of ombre. Honestly, it was pretty. “Here. It's a lucky charm to help you do well on stage.”

She hooked it onto a loop of Ray's jeans, turning it around so the sunburst pattern would face the audience. Honestly, it went really well with the rest of her outfit even if luck was out of the question. Were you supposed to feel better with something like this?

At least it looked cool...

“A lucky charm?” Ray cocked an eyebrow. “When'd you pick this up?”

Ayame offered her a grin as she adjusted her stepsister's vest so it hung better on her broad shoulders. “Saw it in a shop. The clerk said it promoted luck in whatever you did as long as you had it on you.”

“Well, then I think you used it up if you had it in your pocket during your performance.”

Her stepsister's cheeks puffed out slightly as she turned away. “I had one of the stage techs hold on to it for me, thank you very much.”

Ray found herself laughing again, much more relaxed this time. She had no doubt in her mind the so-called charm was a hoax, but it was the thought that counted most. Ayame had her back, even if they weren't on stage together.

Maybe she could do this after all.

“Kimura-senpai? Is Ray-kun going to go on stage soon?”

A nervous looking first year with an obnoxiously pink hair ribbon poked her head in. Ray recognized her – they were in the same class. Her name was currently escaping her, but the girl sat a few rows ahead of her. She was good in science class.

Wonder where her name was on the form...

Ayame turned to answer her smiling. “Thanks for letting me know she was in here, Hana-chan.”

Then she was looking at Ray. “Well? You doing this or what?”

Ah. So this was the backup manipulation if the lucky charm pep talk hadn't worked. Talk about having a backup plan for a backup plan. Ray felt her eye twitch as she looked from her stepsister to the girl standing by the door. She looked so damn nervous that it was kind of pathetic. Honestly, it was a miracle she wasn't digging a hole in the door frame with those fingers.

And this is who the gen ed class sent as their representative? Damn, they really were worried she wasn't going to do it.

The rocker responded by cracking her knuckles. The popping sound reverberated through the small room, making the other two girls jump. That put a slight smirk on her face as she peeled off her gloves to wash her hands in the sink.

“Yeah, just gotta wash up. You head back to your seat, Hana, I'll be on in a minute.”

Her classmate's nervous expression turned to pure joy as she nodded so hard she almost lost her bow -a ribbon in the exact same shade as her image color, Ray noted. “Right! I'll let everyone know! Can't wait to see you on stage!”

And then she was gone, sprinting down the hallway back to the auditorium. This left Ayame and Ray alone in the bathroom as the girl finished washing her hands. She dried them off without saying anything, and then pulled her gloves back on.

“You should head back too. I don't want you to miss it.”

Ayame smiled at her as she nodded. “Not going to take your lucky charm off?”

“It works with my aesthetic.”

Together, the pair left the bathroom. Though there was no one in the hallway, she heard the fast feet of fellow first years running back to the auditorium. She even caught a skirt hem as it turned the corner, disappearing from view. Just how many people had been gathered in the hallway waiting for her to come out?

How had she not heard them?

She shook her head – it didn't matter then. Ray was shifting into performance mode. Her heart rate slowed and it was easier to think as she watched Ayame disappear into the auditorium door. Now she was heading to the stage entrance, where the techs were waiting for her.

One sighed in relief as she checked a name off. “Good to see you, Jones. I just won 1000 yen off Tsumori-san in 3rd year.”

“Glad to help somebody make some money.” She could hear the student council president announcing her. There was resentment there. “Man, she's eating shit right now.”

The tech practically cackled. “And that is really why I'm glad you're here.”

Said president soon appeared, severe as always. She blew past both girls without saying a word, or even glancing back. Ray could practically feel the hostility leaking off her, blanketing her like an aura as she stormed back to wherever she hung out between sets.

Oh well. She'd peek in soon enough. Ray was about to blow off the roof.

“Well, that's my cue. Enjoy the show, pres!”

What, she was a shithead. And with her so-called lucky charm clinking against her her belt as she hit the stage, Ray had never felt better. Her body worked for her, striking her beginning pose as she flipped her mic up in the air, catching it as the song began in proper.

It was time to show them what happened when someone motivated by spite got the chance to fuck up somebody's day.

“Y'all ready for this?”

And the world dissolved into an overhead spotlight and a sea of pink glow sticks as Ray launched into her act. Later, she would complain about the sore muscles or the sweat sticking her clothes to her body. That was the furthest thing from her mind then.

Right then, she was an idol sticking it to the (wo)man. And that felt pretty damn good. Maybe it was just her, but her fake lucky charm sure looked shiny under the spotlight. That thought alone kept her going as she launched into her chorus.

Now, hopefully her voice would hold for the next part. She had been meaning to test out if the speakers in the auditorium could handle a little screaming.

#ramblinganthropologist's writing #Writober 2020 #Sunburst Idol Unit #Ray Jones Sunburst Idol Unit #Kimura Ayame Sunburst Idol Unit

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