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gothushi · 6 months ago

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intoxicating

pairing: simon x f!reader

warnings: simon rips your panties off, manhandling, mild choking, hair pulling, one spank, one pussy slap, no aftercare mentioned (implied the entire scene isn’t over with)

note: from this request! this took much longer than necessary but i wrote half of it then redid it bc i wasn’t happy with it😵‍💫

word count: 4.7k

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Cleaning up the kitchen is one of the last things on your mental to-do list, just finishing up dinner whilst some music plays from the radio on the window sill.

The door opens and it startles you as it slams shut, catching your attention as Simon’s busy tugging off his green coat and toeing his shoes from his feet, looking pretty pissed.

“I thought I told you to stop slamming that door?” You muse, loud enough that Simon can hear you as you twist and turn the radio volume down on low.

“You did tell me.” Simon snaps as he hangs his coat up, running a hand harshly over his face, coming over near that counter. His eyes narrow, but he’s trying not to be angry at you.

“You’d think I’d remember with the amount of times you’ve told me.”

“Mm you’d think so.” You hum softly, giving him a soft smile. He must’ve had a bad day, in one of his moods again but it’s nothing you can’t handle. “Dinner’s just got a couple minutes left, made your favorite.” You tilt your head at him, leaning against the counter.

You’re dressed in some pajama bottoms, a big t-shirt with some slippers on and your apron, and his eyes rake over you as you turn to finish wiping down the counter.

Simon takes a deep breath. He hates this part, always has. He knows you’re trying to be patient, but he hates how he can treat you when he’s frustrated, how he snaps, he doesn’t want to tonight, he always regrets it.

“Thank you,” he says, tone slightly softer, stepping forwards to wrap you in a hug, “Smells amazing by the way.”

You let go of the dish towel to curl your arms around his waist, giving him a squeeze before tilting your head up to look at him, “I know,” you smile, “Y’okay..? Bad day?”

He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping back, hands sliding to your waist. “Terrible day.”

He departs from you, walking the few feet to the living room where he plops down in the recliner next to the couch, sighing with a hand rubbing his forehead. You follow, frowning softly. Slipping off your apron and tossing it over the arm of the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, rubbing your hands along the denim covering his thighs.

He sighs softly as he feels your touch, head tipping back in response, yet his eyes are filled with frustration.

“Y/N.” He says, almost in warning, but his hand reaches out and finds the back of your neck.

A little grin forms on your lips, hands sliding up over his stomach, head leaning to the side innocently, “What?”

He takes a deep breath. “Don’t.” Still, a small smile lifts the corners of his lips as he sees you all happy, “I’m annoyed. I don’t like feeling this pissed. I don’t like snapping at you.” His thumb idly rubs your jaw.

“Y’don’t have to snap at me. You could..” You shrug a little, eyes darting down to his lips before back to his eyes, “Do somethin’ else? Get that anger out a different way..” You suggest slyly, leaning into his hand.

He knows exactly what you’re implying, what you’re doing, and though he likes the idea, “No.”

But his hand squeezes your neck slightly, thumb massaging into your skin. “I need to calm down.”

You smile wider, trying to taunt. You lean up on your knees, over his lap, hands sliding down to his belt buckle and starting to pull the leather free. “Aw, c’mon.. wouldn’t it be fun? Y’can be rough, I don’t mind..”

The teasing makes his blood burn, and his cock stir. He knows if he gives in he might hurt you, be too much. His fingers press into the back of your neck, “Y/N.” He says sternly, “Behave.”

Giggling a little, your hands leave his belt alone and push his shirt up, exposing his stomach. You lean down and nose at his skin, at the four inch long scar, kissing lightly, “What? ‘m not doin’ nothin’..”

Simon lets out a soft groan, he wants to be frustrated, be furious at the world, but you make it impossible. You always have.

He tugs you up into his lap, running a hand up under your shirt until it’s meeting the floor, palms coming to massage over your tits. “You’re acting like a brat. Remember who’s in charge here love.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin, upper half naked, giggling again as your own hands find his biceps, feeling the muscle beneath the thin fabric. “Am not.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time. His hands curl to your sides, tugging you down for a searing kiss. His tongue meets yours, licking into your mouth with a breathy groan. Your knees press into the leather of the recliner, body craving his warmth as the touch of his fingers spreads heat through your cunt.

Even though you were teasing him, you’re giggling now, muffled by his kisses, “Mm-! Simon- I have t-.. mm, have to get dinner out- it’ll burn-” The timer hasn’t even gone off yet.

“It can wait.” Simon murmurs against your neck as he trails kisses down the soft skin, hands sliding over your ass as he stands, earning a squealed giggle from you as you hold onto him. “I need you.” He breathes out, finding the wall by the kitchen counter and holding you against it.

You start giggling again, excited by his mood change, this is what you were hoping for. You want him to be rougher, to manhandle you, get his anger out in a different way other than stewing in it or bottling it all up.

You hum a moan, fingers combing through his hair as he pins you to the wall, back arching as his jeans press into the thin silky fabric of your pajama bottoms, belt buckle nudging into your clit. “‘m right here..”

Simon knows this is exactly what you wanted, he knows by the way you were teasing, taunting. His hands grip at your ass, kisses laid over your neck before he bites quite hard at the flesh. A rough moan escapes him, grinding his hips into you as his cock hardens in his jeans, starting to ache quickly, “I need more.”

You whine, a shudder rolling through you as arousal coils in your gut, sparking heat in your cunt as slick quickly wets your panties. “Ah! Take it- please, y’can fuck me.” You beg easily, holding onto him as he holds your weight up against the wall, whimpering.

His hands grip tighter, urging you against him with a groan, “Tell me to.” He needs it, needs to hear it.

Another shudder up your spine at his breathiness, the way he’s mouthing desperately at your neck, open mouthed kisses and tongue licking over your flesh. You whine again, hands grasping at his hair, trying to move your hips down against him, “Simon-! Please, please, wan’ you to fuck me.” This is what he needs. “Want y’to.. to be rough. Please, I can handle it.”

Simon pulls back, dragging you with him, and throwing you onto the counter. His hands grab at your hips, yanking you to the edge so he can grind into you, fingers tugging at the waistband of your pajamas.

“Tell me to fuck you. Beg.”

Whining needily once more, counter hard and cold under you, your flailing arm knocks some mail onto the floor before you right yourself again. Your face is flushed with heat, heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. “Want it Simon, please. I don’t wanna ask for it, I want you to take what you need- want it to hurt.” It’s breathy, pleaded.

“Good.” Is all Simon says, all he needs to hear.

Your thighs spread as he tugs the pants from you, letting them join the floor in a small heap, fingers greedily finding the cotton of your thin panties. Without a second thought, he rips through them, torn from your body which makes you squeal. “Simon!”

He’s leaning down though, mouth attaching to your inner thigh with a slight suckle to your skin to leave a mark, sharp tooth dragging over the flesh. The action has you leaning back, whining, arching with your head knocking into the countertop. His lips latch onto your clit, pulling the torn fabric of your panties away as his tongue spreads over your cunt, greedy.

Gasping, your hands flail and find his hair again, “Simon!”

He only lets this last for a few heartbeats before he’s pulling away with a pant, flipping you over so your front presses to the cold granite. You can’t see, neck straining to look to the side but a hand pushes the back of your head down, “Stay.”

He grinds his hips into your ass, rough denim sliding against your skin, belt buckle clattering as his free hand undoes it, the other petting over your back. The anticipation is killing you, slick dripping down over your clit as your feet dangle off the carpet, panting softly. His belt is undone, button nearly ripped from the stitches as he tugs his cock out, throbbing in his hand.

He runs the head of his cock along your folds, acting like he’s gonna push in before he dips it down to your clit and back up, repeating the process even as you whine and plead, “God- please Simon, please fuck me-”

Your fingers curl over the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as you wiggle your hips a bit, clenching around nothing, yearning to feel him.

“Hold still.” He mutters, almost breathless himself, hand sliding over your hand and landing a hard smack on the flesh, earning a whiny yelp from you. He lets go of his cock in favor of grabbing your wrists, forcing your arms down by your sides, “Don’t. Move.”

Your fingers wiggle, trying to push back for fiction on your cunt, delirious with need. “Simon.. please..”

“I didn’t tell you to speak either.” He growls. He leans over you, hand finding your chin and forcing your neck to crane to look at him. You whimper, back arching with the strain. His thumb trails over your lower lip, and you easily accept it into your mouth, which seems to please him if the groan he gives is anything to go by.

“That’s better. Good girl.” Simon croons, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. When his thumb leaves your mouth, slick with spit, his fingers twist to trail over your cheek, from your brow bone, over your nose, “Perfect. Pretty girl.”

The sweeter praise has you flushing with heat, even though his other hand is moving your one arm to be twisted behind your back, making you whimper as his cock nudges against your cunt. Gasping, you choke on nothing, eyes fluttering, but you make sure to not speak.

“Good girl..” He hums again, a slight smile to his lips. The little sounds you make have his cock starting to drip, hand leaving your face to curl around the length and jerk himself off. Simultaneously, his lips pepper down your back, until he’s stood upright again and watching as he spreads slick over his cock, fingers dipping through your folds.

You full on moan this time, legs twitching. Your free hand down by your hip grasps at the counters edge, back arching a little to try and push back. He admires your body, gaze lustful as he continues to grind forward, never pushing into you fully. He lets his cock just taunt your hole, almost pressing just to make a stretch palpable before moving away.

A breathless plea falls from your lips, eyes rolling back, a little whiny.

“Mine.” He mumbles, fingers of his other hand tightening on your wrist. Another few agonizing moments of this before he breaches your entrance, pushing in slow but in one fluid motion.

You’re crying out, body jolting with the intrusion and slight pain from not being prepped. It has a sob shaking your body, “Simon-!”

“Oh, I’m going to love watching you break.” He whispers, almost to himself, hips flush to your ass. You’re helpless under him as he holds an arm behind your back, using it for leverage as he pulls back before slamming into you once more. Your cunt squeezes on his cock, drawing a groan from him. Your toes curl, knees pressing together, whimpers falling from your lips as you sniffle. Moans are punched from you with every thrust he gives, body jolting against the granite counter.

“You’re so pretty. So, so pretty when you’re helpless.” He hums, picking up the pace. He’s still using just enough force to keep you pinned, almost too tight, just enough to keep you there. But with how pent up he feels, how good your pussy is, it won’t last long. All of his frustration is slowly being poured out with these thrusts, with the way he fucks into you.

Your hips press into the counters edge painfully with each smack of his hips on your ass, feet dangling above the floor. You whine again, gasping as you writhe in his hold, “Oh my- God! Simon, fa-” You’re cut off with another cry, another moan.

His own breathing is picking up, panting, leaning his body over yours to groan in your ear, keeping you trapped where he wants you. “That’s it, what is it, huh?” His free hand abandons his side and finds the front of your throat, making your neck crane to lift your head some.

A strained whine leaves you as he squeezes, almost making it hard to talk. Whimpering, “Fas- faster, wan’ it faster..”

“That’s my girl.” His grins, squeezing your neck again before standing upright some more, that same hand tangling into your hair instead. He uses his grip to keep your head down on the counter, cheek smushed into the granite. He slides back into his rhythm, picking up the pace with hard smacks against the backs of your thighs. Faster and harder he fucks you, making sure to hurt just enough. His grip on your arm tightens, pressing down on your back, keeping a firm grasp on your hair to keep you where he wants you. Trapped.

You have no choice but to take what he gives you, letting him use your cunt for his own pleasure. He feels so good, almost feral, letting loose like he hasn’t before with you. It pulls little wails from you, lips parted and drooling onto the now warm countertop beneath you. He can��t help the snarl that escapes him with how you sound. He’s using you, using your body.

Simon’s hand abandons your hair, finding the nape of your neck instead, deeming that better to keep you pinned, fingertips pressing into the sides. He leans forward on said hand, panting, “Want me so badly, don’t you?”

He stretches you out so well, mild pain still lingering in the best way as he fucks you, cock nudging that sweet spot with every thrust in. Slick drips from your cunt, down the inners of your thighs, making a mess.

Your legs kick at his taunt, gasping, trying to nod, “Yeah- yeah! Simon- nnnhah-!”

The backs of your thighs and ass hurt now, skin turning sore from how hard he’s fucking you, feet dangling uselessly. You swear you’ll have sore spots tomorrow morning, bruises that’ll adorn your flesh.

Simon grinds his hips against you slow for a moment more and then he pulls out, cock dripping with your slick connected to your cunt by a thin trail of it. It breaks once he tangles his hand into your hair again, pulling you up. Your legs are so weak that once your feet touch the ground you just collapse, falling to your knees on the plush carpet with a harsh pull on your scalp.

Torso twisting, you move to look up at him, panting, desperate, eyes watery. Your hands find his thighs, pawing at him, almost wanting to take his cock into your mouth as you sit up on your knees a bit, shuffling forward.

“Simon..”

“Sit.” He mumbles, giving your head a jerk that makes your roots sting, using a socked foot to nudge your thighs apart and then press on the top of one of them, urging your butt back onto your heels. He lets go of your hair, opting for tugging his shirt off. His cock is glistening with your slick, looking so tempting with his boxers tucked under his balls, full and probably aching if you had any guess.

Whimpering, you listen, staring up at him with shiny eyes, lips parted as you pant, “Simon..”

Simon’s hand slides into your hair once more, pulling your head back. He’s staring down at you with such hungry eyes, like a predator, “Take off my jeans, slowly.”

With a slight complaint in whining form, you obey. Greedy hands tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, slow, letting him step out of them whilst also slipping his socks from his feet.

“Good girl.. now, hands behind your back.”

Another complaining whine, but you yet again obey. Hands clasping behind your back, brows furrowing up at you plead, “Simon- wanna use my mouth, please..”

“I do too,” he croons, grinning, “I wanna use my whore.”

Your mouth drops open further with a high whine, eyes fluttering as he pets your hair, trying to lean closer.

You want to please him, to be used, let him do whatever he wants. Manhandle you, take his anger out, he’s already definitely gotten some of it out by now. He goes to bring his cock closer to your face, just about to give you permission, when the timer on the oven beeps. Food’s done!

He discards you, leaving you easily where you kneel as he rounds the counter into the kitchen and stops the oven, tugging his boxers over his cock to get the baking dish out.

Clouded by need, you crawl after him, kitchen tile cold and hard on your knees. He grins to himself as he glances to see you, closing the oven door as heat floods the small room, baking dish set on the stovetop to cool. He turns to you once again, giving a soft groan of a sigh.

“So eager.” He hums, reaching both hands out for your hands, “Up.”

Just like a puppy learning a new trick, you listen, taking his hands and getting to your feet, legs wobbly. You look up at him with doe eyes, ready for whatever he wants. So unbelievably aroused.

The way you cling to him doesn’t go unnoticed by him, keeping a grasp on one of your hands as he hums, “Follow.”

Leading you back around the counter, out into the living room again, he stops in front of the couch.

“On the couch.” He points, ordering you around, though he doesn’t give you even a few breaths to do so before he’s shoving you down himself, face first into the soft cushions. Stumbling, your hands catching yourself with a little whimper. Knees pressing into the cushion, they spread automatically on instinct. Head twisting, cheek smushed into the plushness, you try to look back at him.

“Good girl.” He purrs, one hand petting over your ass, sliding along your arched back. Seeing you so vulnerable, spread wide for him, his eyes light up with fiery desire. His boxers are shed before he’s kneeling behind you, hands sliding over your hips and then finding the small of your back. “Hands on your ankles.”

It’s a bit uncomfortable, having to stretch your arms along your body and rest your fingers curled over your ankles, cheek smushed into the couch but anything for him.

He chuckles softly, grinning down at you even though you can’t see it. “Spread them more.” His hands pet over you, down the outsides of your thighs, back up to your ass, lightly smacking as he watches your knees spread to nearly the edge of the couch. “Good girl, now stay still.”

“Simon-” You try to plead, whining, “Please keep fucking me, please, need it.”

“I said stay still.” He growls, the sound enough to make you tense. He likes when you beg, when you whine, but only when he allows it.

His hands reach up your back, forcing the arch to intensify, forcing you where you are, “Stay.”

He talks to you like a damn dog and it makes your cunt throb, whimpering as you feel his presence behind you, cushions dipping with his weight. You have to curl your fingers over your ankles to resist the urge to bring them up, to move.

“Simon..”

“Shh.”

There’s something about the way your body reacts, your body moves for him, needy and submissive. You’re cunt’s dripping, a shiny mess coating your folds and swollen clit, down the inners of your thighs that his him drooling a little.

He decides to not make you wait any longer, pushing back in nice and slow with a groan. Your face is hot with heat, gasping, “Nnnh- Simon..” You’re jolting, trying to push back.

That earns a hard smack on your ass, “No.” He scolds, “No moving. You’ll lie here, and you’ll take it.” He lays his body over yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“I can’t- help it!” His hips pull back before thrusting in hard, deep, pulling a cry from you. Your thighs quiver from the sensation.

“That’s a shame.” He sounds cold, rougher, different than a few minutes ago, but this is what you want.

Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering with another cry as he starts fucking into you at a rapid pace, much like the one from the kitchen. Sharp, jolting cries and whines are pulled from you with every slap of his hips, the lewd plap of him meeting your cunt making him groan again.

“Ah-! Ah! Simon!”

Even when you’re loud, crying out and whining, he continues to ignore you, fucking into you like a damn fleshlight. You sound delicious crying his name, whimpering, but he isn’t going to let you get away from him, nor will he tolerate you misbehaving. He reaches a hand to your hair and grabs a fistful, bringing your head up to make your neck arch painfully, “Too loud.”

It makes your noises strained, gasping around a weak whimper.

All of it only encourages him, “Not a sound.” His other hand comes up to cover your mouth, pressing his palm flat over your lips, the other moving back to your ass. His palm seals your noises in, muffling the little whines or whimpers that you just can’t help. You’re so close to cumming, so close to letting go with the fast pace he fucks you with, but you’re not even sure he cares, if that’s part of his goal right now.

“You’ll be a good girl for me, hm?” He says it almost softly, like a bit of sweetness is seeping through this hard headspace he’s slipped into. He’s panting hard, breaths heaving as he feels himself getting closer and closer.

It sounded soft, but it wasn’t a question, it was a command, not needing an answer.

Panting through your nose, almost feeling dizzy with how hard he fucks you, cock reaching deep, the strain in your body to keep this position, it’s all overwhelming.

Simon’s pace quickens, cock pounding into you whilst his hand leaves your ass to find your hair again, twisting into you for leverage as his hips smack your ass. He fucks you so hard it almost hurts, bordering on painful with your cunt stretched wide, balls slapping your sticky clit and urging your body closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, gasping, “fuck that’s it.”

He wants you, wants the control, he’s taking what he needs and he doesn’t want you to get what you need.

And you don’t, because the moment he pulls out to cum, a shattering orgasm crashes over you. It’s unsatisfactory, making your hips jolt and buck for friction, whining as his hands leave your head, letting you flop back into the cushions with panting breaths, tears slipping from your eyes.

You faintly register his panting moans, the feeling of cum dripping over your cunt. Underwhelming aftershocks flood through you, cunt clenching around nothing whilst he admires the sight. The mess. You’re covered in his cum, dripping along your cunt and thighs.

He rubs a hand over his face then drops it to rub over your pussy, smearing the mess into your folds. A thumb pushes in, only for a moment, before leaving and suddenly four fingers are smacking over your clit.

It pulls a sharp cry from you, a whimpered sob, hips jolting down for more friction even if it hurt.

But he’s leaving, standing from the couch to collect his shirt from the floor, cleaning his cock off as he catches his breath. You’re left sniffling, a bit cold, watery eyes watching his form. He makes his way back to the armchair he originally sat in when he first got home, sitting down with his legs spread wide, relaxing. His eyes flick to you, a hand gesturing out, “You can move now.”

You know what he wants. Can hear it still in his tone.

With permission to move now, you push up onto your arms and then crawl off the couch onto the soft carpet, crawling your way over to between his legs, nuzzling your teary face against his inner thigh.

He has a slight hint of a smile on his lips, hand reaching to pet your head, smoothing over your slightly sweaty forehead. Playing you like an instrument.

“There’s my good girl.” His voice is low, softer, yet it still makes your cunt throb with need, unsatisfied.

Still though, you aren’t upset about it. You made him cum, made him feel good, you’re covered and marked in his mess, bruises probably forming on your hips from his hands, thoroughly used by him.

A little whine escapes you and he chuckles, smiling, hand coming down to stroke over your cheek and lips. “You want more, don’t you?”

You kiss the pad of his thumb, nodding as you look up at him so sweetly. It makes his cock stir again, but he needs a bit of a break.

He takes in a small breath, sighing it out, “You want to speak?”

Nodding quickly, resting on your knees with your hands pressing against the floor, almost pouting.

He laughs again, knowing you’re desperate for more. Such a good girl. His thumb brushes your lip again, murmuring, “You can speak now.”

“Wan’a cum..” You’re whining immediately, softly, batting your watery eyes.

His own blues darken slightly as he hears that tone, that plea, humming with his thumb resting on your lower lip.

“And you don’t think you can wait?” It’s almost playful, more taunting than anything.

“I..” you falter, sniffling, “If y’want me to wait.. I can..”

“Good girl.” He moves his hand over your head again, petting. It makes you feel safe, grounded, eager to please.

“Yeah, think you can wait until I say otherwise.” He says it quietly, more to himself than you.

You lay your cheek on his thigh, a bit tired, sniffling once more but you know better than to complain, to argue, deciding to just enjoy the affection he’s giving you.

He’s enjoying the nice sight, even as you wiggle a little bit because your own cum is dripping onto the carpet, a sticky mess beneath you.

It makes his ego skyrocket, but also his pride, watching as you just enjoy what he gives you. It’s intoxicating, “Why don’t you go plate me up some dinner, love?”

“Mm?” You nearly looked ready to fall asleep before realizing what he said. The request catches you off guard, but of course, just like you do every night, you don’t have a problem with it now. On wobbly legs, you stand up and head to the kitchen, stark naked and dripping cum, fishing a plate from the cupboard.

The sight is gorgeous, God, he is not gonna be done with you for hours.

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#simon walker #simon walker x reader #dom!simon walker

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harryconcepts · 2 years ago

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part 77

I can't stop thinking about blue collar harry omg like he's out working hard all day and he comes in and gives you a little kiss but he's sweaty so he doesn't want to let you get too close so he goes to shower and you join him 😵‍💫 definitely very "my pretty little wife, so sweet to me" giving you kisses under the warm water 😵‍💫 definitely some touching bc you both get worked up 😵‍💫 afterwards he tells you to get dressed cause he's taking you out 😵‍💫 he watches you get ready and once you spray your perfume on he can't help but give you a few kisses on your neck he just loves it 😵‍💫 and he was raised right so he's always holding doors and carrying your purse and escorting you with a hand on your lower back 😵‍💫 he never lets you pay for anything and it's clear money isn't an issue for him 😵‍💫 sometimes he's sore after a long day so you give him a little massage and he always makes it clear to you how grateful he is 😵‍💫🤕

harry getting a little stern with you 😋 being in a bad mood for whatever reason and you've been snapping at him all day, finally he grabs your jaw to make you look at him and he says "that's enough, you don't get to be mean to me when i haven't done anything wrong" and he doesn't let go until you tell him what's wrong and why youre in such a mood 😋

aster when his angel takes a nap at his house ☹️ she's soooo tired after class so she just goes there and crashes in his bed and when he comes home from work he finds her all cuddled up with the stuffed animal she keeps there ☹️ he wakes her up so gently bc it's time for supper and he's kissing her forehead to be soft and not startle her ☹️ when she sits up a little he sees her mascara is smudged everywhere and he can't help but smile and say "you had a good nap, hm?" running his finger over the black smudged under her eyes ☹️ she nods and cuddles into his chest bc she's not awake yet ☹️ he hugs her close and kisses her head saying "just wanna sit for a while baby?" and she lets out a little "mhm" and he reaches over to grab her bunny and tuck it into her arms again ☹️🤕

he is soooo convincing saying "i actually just bought a spare toothbrush and that special coffee you like 😁 oh and did I mention it's going to be cold in the morning? maybe even a little icy and I know you hate walking to class when it's icy 🤨 but i actually have a car so there's that! and also i know you hate going out after you've gotten settled for the night and you do seem very comfy in bed here so maybe it's best if you just stay 😁"

please he would go to every appointment with you 😔 he hates that you're hurting and not feeling well but he tries to stay positive and say "it's gonna be okay, they'll figure something out" and he would ofc go with you to get a treat after to make you smile 😔

okay I have a period tracker app and there's these little sex/women's health articles that come up a lot on there and I just saw one that was like ideas for foreplay 🤭 and the first one was called the 20 minute challenge where you set a timer for 20 minutes and you and your partner are allowed to do anything except touch down there 🤭anyways u know who I'm thinking about and i fear he would love it 🤭

riding harry for the first time on grammy night 🫶🏻 usually he's on top and kind of sets the pace but you're just feeling feral after seeing him so sexy all night so you push him down on the bed and straddle him 🫶🏻 he's surprised but definitely okay with it when you go for his belt buckle 😋

texting sneaky linkrry a short and sweet little congratulations text after his win and you don't rlly expect a response bc you know he's out celebrating but he texts back less than 5 minutes later thanking you and asking if you'd like to celebrate with him 😁 you think he has a big group together but when you get there it's really intimate maybe like 10-15 people and you're surprised he invited you and you're feeling a little awkward but he's running up to you and giving you a huge kiss on the cheek clearly very drunkie 😁 you're blushing bc you didn't think he wanted people to know you're kind of a thing but he's all over you all night 😁 a few people leave and you get worried thinking he's just too nice to ask you to leave but he keeps giving you drinks and any time you say "you've had a long day are you sure you don't want me to-" he just shushes you and asks you questions to distract you from leaving 😁soon you're the only person left and he's all "i thought they'd never leave" and he's coming to give you a proper kiss for the first time all night 😁 definitely some very tipsy and filthy sex later but for now he just wants a kiss 😁

PLEAAAAASE BEING HIS NORMAL NOT FAMOUS GF AND TOO NERVOUS TO BE IN THE CROWD AND HAVE EVERYONE KNOW YOU and he totally understands and never wants to push you so he lets you know it's totally okay for you to hide out backstage 🥹 and afterwards he's immediately running to you giving you the biggest hug nearly crushing you but neither of you care 🥹 he's basically giddy saying "I can't believe- I didn't think i would actually-" and he cuts himself off bc he can't wait to kiss you 🥹

the fact that harry does a lot of strength and resistance training and he gets so bulky all over his body.... thinking about watching him do pull ups or literally anything else and you're basically drooling just staring at him... he definitely gets all smirky when he realizes you're watching and he blows you a little kiss before he keeps going..... horny

yes i just sent something soft but I'm a whore first and foremost so here we are! the thought of gentle mocking truly never leaves my mind like..... it just fits so well in so many situations..... when you're sitting on his lap making out with him and you start to rock your hips on his bc you're already dripping and he grips your sides to stop you and says "that desperate for me already baby? haven't even touched you yet" and forcing you to look in his eyes even when you're blushing trying to look down 🤭 i can feel very much him saying "that's okay, I know your pussy is always just so sensitive for me, hm? she's always so needy" and making you admit to it before he'll give you anything more 🤭 he loves edging you over and over until there's tears in your eyes and then he pouts at you while he thumbs them away and says "poor baby, it's just so much hm? just want to cum so bad don't you" and you nod hoping he'll be nice and let you but he just pouts even more and says "that's too bad, I'm not ready to let you cum yet" and he smiles when that only makes you whine more 🤭 and when he's had you cumming so many times it almost hurts and you're grabbing at his hands to stop him from touching he's just all "oh is it too much for you? thought you wanted to cum so bad, what happened to that?" and you're sooo pouty saying "too sensitive ☹️" and he brushes his thumb over your lip saying "put that away, good girls don't pout" 🤭 and he's so close to you crowding your space saying "you're gonna give me a few more, kay baby? I'll be gentle though, i promise" and his voice is soooo condescending and mocking 🤭 he kisses back down and he's trying to be a little bit nice and leave your clit alone for a while but his nose still bumps it every time he moves and his tongue is really not giving you any time to calm down 🤭 he just does whatever he wants and he's a little mean sometines I'm so ferally horny 🤭🤕

actually I think maybe you wouldn't do it tonight bc you're both tired and drunk and just in shock but you fall asleep together and wake up around noon tmrw and it's so on bc it's sinking in that he is now a 4 time Grammy winner and that's your man 😋😋😋

going to plugrry for some gummies on your first valentine's day after breaking up w your bf. he doesn't know you broke up so he's all "no hot date tonight?" and you kind of look down saying "not so much" and he hears how sad you sound so he looks up, and he kind of can tell by the look on your face what happened and his face gets soft and he says "I'm sorry" and you just shrug and say "so how much today?" but he shakes his head and says "on me, don't worry about it" and you're all "are you sure?" and he says "you're too pretty to be looking so sad on Valentine's day" and that makes you blush but you just look away 😋 he finishes bagging up your stuff and you're feeling brave so you say "and what about you? who's the lucky girl tonight?" and he just laughs a little saying "no actually, this is my busiest day of the year so I don't have time for that today" and you say "ahh of course, all the pathetic lonely girls hit you up all day I bet" and he looks at you with a little frown saying "don't say that" and you shrug saying "it's kind of true" but he says "it's not, not at all" and he goes to give you your stuff but then he stops, you look at him for a second and you're about to ask what's going on but he says "do you want to maybe- you could stay? we could smoke a little, I have food so we could, you know, eat if you wanted?" and he sounds so nervous to be asking but you say you'd love that before he can get too nervous 😌he looks so relieved and he's definitely blushing a little 😌 he says "I'll get some stuff together, wanna pick a movie?" so you go over to the TV and get comfy while you find something to watch and he's very happy to see you making yourself at home 😌 he brings over all the snackies he can find and he looks a little nervous saying "or if there's anything else you want I can order something or-" and you cut him off saying "I'm fine, this is good thanks" 😌 he hands you the blunt and lets you do it first before you pass it back to him and he's not shy about how he's staring at your lips 😌 maybe a little later when you're both a little floaty he asks if you've ever tried shotgunning and ofc he's very willing to show you how it goes 😌the whole night youre just laying around watching dumb shows and eating lots of snacks and you're both so giggly and it gets late and you're tired so you end up staying the night 😌 in the morning you make sure to tell him it was the best valentine's day you've had in a long time 😌

harry loves his chubby gf so much ........ he is obsessed with touching you and how soft you are and he loves squishing your cheeks and how when you wear his shirts they're a little snug he's just so down bad I need him

I get very moody and sometimes mean when i need to eat and I feel like harry would handle that so well 😭😭😭😭😭he would know you're not feeling well so when you snap at him he maybe just raises an eyebrow and says "I'm not going to fight with you when you just need to eat something, we can talk after you have some food" and that makes you more snippy bc everything he says is bugging you at the minute but he gets you something or he would even make you some food even though you're not being nice 😔 he would leave you alone bc he knows you need some space and an hour later you come to him and give him a hug saying "I'm sorry i was so mean to you" and he hugs you back saying "it's okay, feeling better now?" and you nod and thank him for taking care of you 😔🤕

harry would love how warm you get after you take a nap🤕 when you're just sooo tired you tell him you're going to lay down for a bit and he would want to come with you even if he isn't tired 🤕 I think he would wait until you're asleep then he would get up and do some stuff around the house but an hour or so later when you come find him and wrap your arms around him and put your head on his chest bc you're not quite awake yet, he tucks your head under his chin and murmurs "you're so warm" and keeps you close 🤕 then he would say "did you sleep well?" and you nod, he says "that's good" and gives you a kiss on your forehead 🤕

harry waking you up in the morning 😭 he turns your alarm off bc he hates it when it startles you awake he wants to wake you up gently 😔 he gives you lots of kisses and soft little "good mooooorning baby" and you're pushing him away, saying "it's too early" even tho it's nearly 11 and he just smiles and says "even if i made you breakfast?" and you stop, you open one eye to look at him and say "are you lying" and he scoffs acting all offended saying "am i lying 🙄 would i lie to you? about breakfast? is nothing sacred? 🙄" you huff and roll over again saying "if you're gonna be annoying I'm going back to sleep" but he laughs and says "im kidding, I'm not lying I did make you breakfast" but you're still just toooo sleepy so you turn your head and lay down on his chest 😔 you say "i need to sleep some more" and he laughs saying "okay baby you can sleep some more" but a few minutes later he's kissing your face again and he whispers "are you sure you want to keep sleeping because I went out and got you coffee and the ice is melting more and more every second you lay here" he is the most annoying in the mornings I just know it

no no no no him giving you money all the time.... you text him saying "Harold 🙄" and he's all "yes?" acting like he has no idea what you're talking about 😌 you say "stop giving me money" and he's all "what money?" he's such a pest but he just wants to take care of you 😌

harry when you haven't been doing well 😔 he's doing everything he can to help, he cooks meals and helps clean up around the house and he gives you a million hugs if that's what you need 😔 he takes a nap with you whenever you're tired even if he's not, he'll lay down with you for a few hours to make sure you're getting enough sleep 😔he's always letting you know that he's there to talk if you need it but otherwise he'll just be with you and let you know you're not alone 😔

and whenever you're sad 😔 you come to bed one night and just lay on him, resting your head on his chest and not saying anything 😔 he leans down to kiss your head and says "hi baby" and you don't say anything, and he can just tell you're sad 😔 he hugs you tighter saying "it's gonna be okay, i promise" and he doesn't let go 😔

i don't want to think about how feral harry was in the bedroom last night.... he's sooooo high on adrenaline he's shaking and he can't stop smiling and definitely lots of manhandling you bc he's just so wound up and you're both so feral...... he leaves so many love bites bc he wants to mark you up to remind you that youre his.... definitely lots of teasing and edging you and making you beg before he lets you cum bc he gets off so much on you needing him and praising him.... I'm not well I'm going to go get my straitjacket

harry really just .... he loves making you cum .... he loves having you on his lap and making out with you and he loves flipping you over so he can go down on you .... he loves holding your hips to keep you still so he can go to fucking town .... he loves making you cry for him ....... okay ... also he loves fingering you literally so much.... he loves laying kind of halfway on top of you so he can still kiss you while he reaches down.... he loves getting you so wet with gentle touching so that when he finally tries to slip his fingers in it's so easy..... he loves being at the angle where his palm presses on your clit while his fingers work ...... he loves kissing you while you cum so he can feel you moan into his mouth .... okay ... and he loves hearing you beg.... when he's been teasing you and keeping you on the edge for way too long and you're so impatient he gets all smirky and says "beg me for it" ....... he slows down and refuses to give you anything more until you beg sweetly enough...... he wants to hear "please, I need you to let me- please" he just gets off on hearing you beg..... okay

harry also loves edging you until you're actually crying bc you're so worked up and frustrated then he pouts at you and wipes the tears away saying "poor thing, let me make it better" and making you cum until you see stars 👍🏻

DO NOT think about harry lifting you up and putting you on his lap so he can have you close and give you some kisses

whenever older h is feeling mean he makes pretty girl ride his thigh and he refuses to touch her 🤭 he's all "oh yeah? if you're so desperate then you can get off just like that, you don't need my help" 🤭🤭🤭🤕

flying in to surprise harry at the birthday show 🥹 you tried so so so hard to get there on time but it just didn't work out and you get there when it's mostly over. then you're waiting backstage and on the last song he catches a glimpse of you and does the biggest double take and when he realizes it's really you waving at him he breaks into the biggest grin anyone's seen all night 🥹 after he's immediately running into your arms and pulling you to his dressing room saying "i can't believe you're here" kissing you all over bc he missed you 🥹 you tell him happy birthday a million times and he's smiling so big and he's just so full of joy 🥹🥹🥹 later you're laying together and his head is on your chest and he says "you made my birthday wish come true" and he pulls you a little closer 🥹

harry wouldn't let you cheat he would make you break up w your bf first before he touches you and idk why but that makes me horny 😵‍💫no because you sitting on his lap with his hands on your hips ... whining bc you want to kiss him so bad ..... but he just turns his head and says "I told you we're not doing anything until you break up with him, so did you break up with him yet?" and you whine out a no and he says "then I guess we're just sitting on the couch, aren't we?" 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫youre trying to kiss him but he says "mm mm, I don't want to be yours until you can be all mine"

harry who has a huge crush on you invites you to his birthday show and he invites your bf too bc he's trying to be nice, your bf says no bc he can't stand harry but you tell him you're still going bc he's your friend 😋 harry ofc invites you backstage afterwards for the little celebration and he "accidentally" arranges things so you'll be sitting next to him 😋 when he gets a little drunkie he gets touchy with everyone but esp you bc you're such close friends 😋 at one point he plants a big kiss on your cheek and you're both giggling and soon you're basically on his lap and you're sooo close 😋 he feeds you a little bites of cake and someone gets a picture of you all cuddled together laughing and it gets posted on someone's private story and your bf sees it 😋 he gets soooooo mad and Harry's all "hm... that's too bad isn't it.... well I have some leftover cake so if you want to come over...." 😋😋😋😋😋

I have never been sane once in my life so I'm thinking about overstim 🥰 idek which of your harry i like the idea most with but probably aster bc he's so soft but also very filthy 🥰 anyways she gets a little overwhelmed and starts trying to squirm away from his hands and his tongue but he just grips her thighs and pulls her back down the bed to him 🥰 he says "you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you" and she lets out a pathetic little cry when he starts mouthing at her clit again 🥰🤕

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[3:55am] ft park jongseong

established relationship + smut + 1043 words

this is a second part to 5:53 (the first ever thing i posted on here ☹️) but u can read this without part one !!!

posting this exactly one month (down to the minute) after that timestamp im so 😵‍💫😵‍💫!!!! gahhhhh i love u all sm u all are awesome and im so happy i decided to post that day.. thank u for all the love i appreciate it and u all so much 💌🫀

Wanna suck it, YN mumbles against his lips, hands already fumbling over his belt buckle.

This makes Jay grin, amused (and aroused) by how eager she always is, and the fact that they’ve barely made it across the landing to her bedroom but she’s already shrugging her cardigan off of her shoulders.

Combined with her lack of a bra, the thin material of her strappy sundress does nothing to hide the way her nipples are pebbled underneath it. The fuck is so soft when it falls from her lips as she pulls away from him to pick up her cardigan from the floor.

And she trips a little on the way back up.

“Easy, tiger.” Jay chuckles, holding onto her arm to steady her and using his free hand to sweep the hair from her face. It finds a home on the nape of her neck, pulling her in to leave a soft kiss on her forehead.

YN’s back is to the door now, and there’s a frown etching its way across her lips as he says goodnight, baby, backing away from her.

“No, noooo.” And despite being sad about him trying to leave she can’t help the giggles that tumble from her lips, hand flying over her mouth to quiet them a bit.

Though the way Jay starts laughing only makes her laugh more - burying her face in his chest, trying to calm down.

When they eventually manage to collect themselves, she remembers that he doesn’t seem to have any intention of fucking her until she can’t speak (or fucking her at all) and feels her brows knitting together.

“Not this, please, not tonight.” YN’s hand is tight around his, pulling him back (though it’s not like he’s putting up much of a fight).

He shrugs. “You know the rules.”

Her lips push into a pout as she fakes a sob so quiet he can only just hear it over the Johnny Mathis record that had lulled her parents to sleep on the couch while he and YN tidied up in the kitchen.

Though given the amount of wine they’d had (and the (half) brownie they’d split in the downstairs bathroom), the short task dragged on as they kissed and danced around, laughing about nothing.

“And you know I want you.” The way she looks up at him with her wide (and slightly red) eyes is almost enough to dismantle his resolve. But he’s stronger than tha- “Daddy.”

“Why are you making so much noise?” Jay mutters, pressing a hard smack to her ass before leaning over her back to cover her mouth. “You’re never loud like this when I fuck you at home.”

YN’s dress is soft against his chest and he thinks he might prefer leaning over her like this because he doesn’t have to see the way the white fabric is bunched up around her waist, only reminding him of how desperate she was for him.

No foreplay and hardly any time to strip off either, leaving Jay with his shirt unbuttoned and pants around his ankles.

Though she’s always like this after smoking - or.. eating. Whiny, ea-YN’s moan is muffled into his palm, but there’s no such filter over the groan that slips past his lips when she clenches around him. Shit, he lets his head fall back.

“You wanna wake them up?” He asks, rocking his hips harder against her.

No response.

He stops, right in the middle of his thrust, scrunching up his nose slightly at the way the cool air nips at his dick. “Answer me when I talk to you.” His voice is low.

“I don’t wanna wake them.” Her voice rings clear now (though shaky), Jay’s hand gripping at her dress. “I don’t.” She repeats.

“So what’s with the volume?”

I’ve been thinking about you fucking me into these sheets since I saw yo-”I don’t know.” A sigh. Of relief. Letting her back arch deeper and pushing herself back onto his cock, the skin of his lower stomach hot against her ass.

He crinkles his nose at the sudden movement.

“I think I might have an idea.” Jay starts, his thrusts agonisingly slow. “I think you’re a dirty girl who wants everybody to hear how well daddy treats her.” (And she clenches around him as soon as the word daddy comes out of his mouth).

YN’s thighs are burning from the sudden change of position, Jay’s grip firm on her ankle as he holds it up on his shoulder, heat swirling in her stomach as she feels him deeper than ever before. Every pore, every vein more prominent than she remembers.

Jay’s movements are definitely probably a little too harsh for the bed which creaks with every stroke. He feels good about this. And the way her swollen lips are wrapped around his thumb as she sucks on it, tits spilling out of her dress with each thrust, is making it harder for him to hold out.

His thumb comes out of her mouth with a pop and he could finish just from looking at her. The way she whimpers at the feeling of his fingers pressing on her clit, has him crying out a little too.

Leaving him more than a little embarrassed as he lets go of her ankle, collapsing on top of her and letting his head fall into the crook of her neck.

Jay’s hair is damp with sweat against her skin, lips soft as he leaves wet kisses beside her ear. I love you, he whispers, grinning against her cheek at the hum she lets out as she nods her head slightly.

Me more, is the only thing she can manage - the room spinning around them as he slaps at her clit, leaning over her, lips moving against her own.

But the kiss isn’t enough to muffle the way she screams as he pulls out almost all the way, leaving just his head inside. Jay’s release is hot when he leaks into her, his thrusts harder than before as he fucks her full of his cum.

The sensation makes her dizzy, has her eyes rolling to the back of her head and it’s safe to say they probably won’t be visiting her parents for a little while.

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