#she said hey boss what's that on your crotch no one will fuck you

[ahjuummas]

This is what a real man wears when he goes to war. I'm not doing this to impress her.

Dreaming of a Freaking Fairytale (2024) dir. Kim Min Kyung

[storydays]

Harvest Festival P1

(3rd POV)

A pleased sigh could be heard from Stolas as Blitz lit a cigar, leaning against the pillows behind him. "I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon." Stolas explained, slightly gesturing at his hands that were currently tied up. 

"So when this happens, it's not really something I fuss about," Blitz started, using his cigar to break the ropes apart, watching as Stolas massaged his wrists and removed the rest of the ropes, "But do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like 15, new clients waiting for heads to roll." Blitz passed the cigar and watched the tall owl take a long drag. 

"As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my Grimoire, is actually incredibly important," Stolas put the cigar out on Blitz's horn, " And it isn't supposed to lent out to itty-bitty imps like yourself." Stolas cooed, pinching Blitz's cheek before he was pushed away.

"The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion. It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the ring of Wrath," Stolas watched as the imp pulled a feather from his mouth in slight disgust, "It's celebrated with a lovely little festival with the locals." 

"Wrath, huh?" Blitz mused, "My employees are from there. I've never really been there. I heard it's full of inbred chucklefucks." 

Stolas perked up, "Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee  you all," the owl demon disappeared under the covers before reappearing in between Blitz's legs, face to face with his crotch with a devious giggle, "Special access." 

"Look, I told you we're not bodyguards, okay? That was a one time thing we did badly." Blitz protested. "I'm simply offering a work free day of fun." Stolas tilted his head cutely, "I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

"Well, if you promise this isn't some fuck-fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway." Blitz thought aloud. "Aww, I'm sowwy your cwients will have to waut." Stolas cooed, baby talking his love interest. 

"Oh, fuck my clients!"

*Timeskip to M&M's apartment*

Moxxie and Millie were sleeping peacefully when a loud dramatic song played in the room, waking Moxxie up. Scrunching up his face in annoyance, he turned it off. 

It rang again. 

Scowling, Moxxie sat up in bed and answered the phone. "What do you want, sir?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Hey, hope I didn't wake you, Mox. How would you and Mills want  to visit the wrath ring for some  harvest bullshit this year?" Blitz's voice asked cheerfully. 

"Harvest Moon Festival? Yee fuckin' haw!" Millie cheered. Moxxie sighed deeply, "Well, Millie likes the idea....Wait, where are you calling from?" 

As soon as he asked, his boss fell from the ceiling on their bed, purring slightly. Millie smiled fondly while her husband deadpanned. "Mmhm, of course."

"Great, now we just gotta go get Loona and (Y/N)." Blitz declared. 

*Timeskip to (Y/N)'s apartment*

(Y/N) sat on the couch, cleaning his guns as he watched one Princess Charlie's interview with Katie Killjoy. "Jeez, Killjoy is such a bitch!" He muttered aloud, looking to the other side of the couch where Verosika scrolled through her phone, looking for a new outfit. 

"Yeah, but I mean, what else did the Princess expect? We're in hell by birth, but those sinners are  inhumane....." she paused, "Literally." she giggled at the joke, making (Y/N) roll his eyes fondly. His phone lit up with a picture of Blitz's face smushed against the camera.

"What, Blitz?" (Y/N) asked, muting the TV.

"Hey, nephew, wanna go on a fun company trip to Wrath?" "Uh, why?" " 'Cause why the fuck not? We can't do anything without the book anyway." Blitz said sarcastically. (Y/N) hummed in thought before shrugging.  "Eh, fine you've made a good point. And don't you dare try to break in through my window." 

Outside the apartment, the older imp froze from where he was attempting to unlock the window. Verosika looked over at said window with a creeped out expression before she and Blitz simultaneously sent each other the middle finger, as (Y/N) facepalmed. "I'll be ready in a few, Blitz." 

*20 minutes later*

"Ugh, babe, do you need to go to this country bullshit? We could have a few more fun days of fun before I go to the Lust ring for a few weeks." Verosika flipped her hair back as she watch (Y/N) put his bags into the van. "Don't worry, gorgeous, when we come back, I'll come down to Lust for a week and we can hang out when you're done recording for the day." The succubus seemed pleased with the answer before placing a cowboy hat on his head before kissing his cheek. 

"Definitely take pictures so you can show off those new outfits I got from Velvette." "But of course, dearheart." "Ah, this is too lovey dovey for me. Let's go, (Y/N)!" Blitz yelled, starting the engine, making the couple roll their eyes before saying their goodbyes and separating.

*Timeskip to Millie's parents farm*

After a short ride, the I.M.P. crew pulled up in front of a ranch with two older imps waiting for them. Millie giggled excitedly, before hopping out. "Mama! Daddy!" She cried, rushing into their arms. "Yee-haw! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?" asked her father, ruffling her hair. "I'm good, pa! Thanks for letting us stay here for the harvest jamboree." 

"It's no trouble." Her mother spoke, waving her off. "We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went 'freelancing.'" "Freelance pays fine, Ma. We're doin' fine. It's fine." Millie deadpanned before bringing over Moxxie from where he was struggling with their luggage.

"Anyway, y'all remember my husband, Moxxie." Millie's parents looked at the imp with disapproving gazes. "Greetings, Lin, Joe. How have you been with all the flaming twisters and stuff around here?" Moxxie asked, nervously. "We lost our old farm hand to one of them tarots last week." Joe replied, gruffly. 

"Oh, oh, crumbs. My bad. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to reopen that wound, sir." replied Moxxie, rubbing the back of his head. 

"Hey, watch it, I'm the sir here, fucko." Blitz snapped from where he, Loona, and  (Y/N) were watching on the side, the younger two demons typing away on their phones. "Oh, yeah, y'all haven't met the rest of the team yet," Millie mused. "That's my boss, Blitz, his nephew (Y/N), and Blitz's hellhound." 

"She's way more than 'his hellhound', Mills." (Y/N) stopped typing on his phone to send Millie a look. " "Yeah, she's my daughter and (Y/N)'s sweet baby cousin." "Uh, I'm literally 6 months older than her. And she ain't that sweet. " (Y/N) deadpanned. "Only on paper am I his daughter." Loona protested. "Y'all don't deserve to know my name." 

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this little gem of an assassin." Blitz greeted, proudly nodding to Millie as he pushed Moxxie out the way. "You two raised a sturdy bitch."

"Bruh, you called her a bitch to her parent's faces. What is wrong with you?" (Y/N) hissed from behind his uncle. Joe laughed, "That we did. So, (Y/N) and Blitz is it? Those are some fine names." "They remind me of love and war." Lin sighed dreamily. "Ah, nothing like a little war to make a strong man." Joe flexed his arm. "And love to make a family." Lin added. 

"I like you people." Blitz decided, (Y/N) nodding in agreement, shaking Lin's hand. "You know, more battles were won by technological advances in warfare," started Moxxie, "I've researched the history of weaponry extensively. It's inspiring how , for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed drastically the landscape of Hell's combative---" Moxxie stopped, seeing Millie and (Y/N)'s 'stop it' signals, Blitz's frog blink and Joe and Lin's confused and slightly annoyed looks.  "I mean, war fun." 

"Guns get the job done," Joe agreed, "But a man ain't nothing if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare hands." "True, Joe, but  even some of the best battles have been won by using other techniques besides ripping their heads off." (Y/N) spoke confidently, as he and Joe started having their own conversation. 

"HA! He's right, Moxxie!" Blitz laughed, wiggling Moxxie's hand. "You've got little baby hands, just like your little baby dick." He moved forwards as if he was going to grab Moxxie's crotch when he was pushed away. "Refrain, sir." he hissed. 

"Speaking of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help." Joe said, suddenly. "Hey! Striker!" He called. A black horse with a flaming mane ran up to them and turned to the side to reveal a grinning pale imp. 

"Damn, he's hot." (Y/N) said, snapping a picture and sending it to Verosika, she replying in affirmation. "Well, howdy!" greeted Striker, putting a stalk of hay in his mouth and walking over to shake Millie's hand. "You must be the famous Mildred. Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady." "Oh.." Millie giggled shyly. "What are y'all doing so far way from IMP City? Heh, free lancin' finally slowin' down?" 

"Oh, no, freelance isn't---Never mind. We're just visiting for the festival. The prince is our boss's boyfriend." Millie squealed. "Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." Blitz reminded. 

"Boss, huh? Oh, so you're the bold imp to start his own killing biz?" Striker said. "Yeah, well, when you're good at something, you should probably capitalize on it." The boss said smugly. "Not many imps start businesses on their own." Striker commented. "Well, I couldn't have gotten far without my brainy ass nephew, (Y/N), here!" Blitz pulled (Y/N) down and gave him a gentle noogie, the two laughing.

"Well, you're both pretty impressive, sir." winked the farmhand. "Oh, yeah? I-I guess it is, isn't it?" Blitz said. "Are you asking or telling us?"(Y/N) teased as the two imps shook hands. 

"So you even conned that ditsy blue blood into getting you to the surface?" "Oh, it's long and complicated. But the short answer, is yes. But he's not like, you know, we're not like,  we're not doing a-we, what's between, it's a transactional fucking, you see?" Blitz stuttered, cheeks flushing as (Y/N), M&M and Striker snickered at his unusual nervousness. 

"Aw, it's okay to fall in love, Uncle." teased (Y/N). "Oh, shut the fuck up!" snapped Blitz. "Wow, such a tsundere!" laughed the younger. 

"Ya know, you boys should enter the Pain Games." Joe called. Blitz scurried over, "Games? I heard games. What games? I'm in." "Ooh, ooh, me too!" (Y/N) popped up behind his uncle as they both excitedly jumped up and down on their toes. 

"Every Harvest Festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath." Lin explained. "Yeah! Wish I could play." huffed Millie. "Now, Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in 15 separate funerals." Lin chided, placing a hand on her daughter's back. 

"I'm aware, but I only caused 9 of them. How come Sallie Mae still gets to compete?" Millie pouted. "Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count." reminded Lin. "She so does!"

"It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyy." A tall female imp, resembling Millie, sang happily as she walked away with a sack over her shoulder. "I mean, she's got  point, Millie." (Y/N) thought aloud. "Still, you get to root for her and your brothers. And now you can cheer on on your boss and coworker. " 

"You know, she can also cheer for me." Moxxie smiled, placing a hand on Lin's shoulder. Joe laughed loudly, "Wait, you?" "Yeah, I could compete, can't I?" Moxxie grunted as Lin elbowed him in his gut, to get his hand off her. "Sorry, boy, but I don't think  sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games." 

Moxxie glared, "I was born here, too. " He suddenly adapted a southern accent, "I've got some fightin' in me."

"Heh, well, then little fella, why don't you help me wrangle one of them hogs for dinner?" Striker suggested. "Simple, watch me." Moxxie replied, taking his gun out. "Nah,with these." Striker dropped rope and a knife into the smaller's hands. "Bullets can't pierce the shell. You got to get the knife underneath them and pry yourself an opening."

"Oh, right, right, I knew that." "Just remember that your rep with the in-laws is on the line here,so no pressure at all. You totally will not make an ass of yourself of everyone important in your life." Blitz got into Moxxie's head, grunting when (Y/N) pushed him. "Don't listen to him, Mox. You gotta do this your way, dude, that's the only way anyone will respect a sensitive baby dick imp like yourself. Show them you've got some badassery under that bowtie."

"That was inspiring and hurtful at the same time." Moxxie muttered, walking over to Millie. "Mox, you don't need to do this." '"Oh,  he totally does. Take its ass, Moxxie, yeah!!!" Blitz cheered. "Alright, I'm switching you over to decaf." (Y/N) muttered to himself, eyeing his uncle.

Moxxie jumped the hellpig, attempted to stab it, only to meet hard shell. "Fuck yeah, Moxxie, make that bitch your bacon!" (Y/N) strained to hear what else Blitz was yelling when Loon spoke up next to him with a smirk.

"This is fucking beautiful." She snickered, recording. 

"Doing great, Moxxie! Send me that video later." Blitz grinned at Loona.

Seeing Moxxie was struggling, Striker jumped in and skillfully slaughtered the hellpig. "Ohh, my clavicle." groaned the smaller imp, rubbing his throat. 

"Don't worry, little one." The tall cowboy imp walked over, gold tooth glinting in the light, giving him a sinsiter look. "You never stood a chance." His tail rattled like a snake as he walked away. 

"Hey, bossman, nephew, wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"

"Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly man." Blitz claimed proudly. "That's what she said." The cousins said in unison, both looking at their own phones and sharing a fist bump as they followed the others. 

"What who said? What bitch is talking shit about me?" "Um, everyone?" (Y/N) asked, making Loona laugh loudly. 

M&M watched as everyone else walked into the house, chattering away. 

"Aw, don't let them get to you and hey, you don't need my parents to respect you; they will eventually." Millie said, wrapping Moxxie's arm up. "No, they won't." Sallie May said, leaning on the fence, her older sister glaring at her. "What? I'm right, ain't I?"

"Oh, I'm entering in those games." Moxxie growled. Millie sighed while her sister spoke up again. "How pissed would you be if I bet on him dying?" 

*End*

[halo--hall]

not to be like "old man yells at cloud" but i worked in childcare, taught childrens theatre, was a girl scout leader & a nanny, and worked as an acting coach for teenagers all throughout the 2010's, i am positive discipline trained and cpr certified and all kinds of shit & like kids throughout every generation have been "evil" or "annoying" or whatever bc that's what it's like to learn how to be a person and learn how to manage your big feelings, etc so i want to make very clear that i am not saying "fuck those crotch goblins" like a childfree weirdo when i say what i'm about to say, but: given my work background & my current career as a hair/makeup artist a couple of my friends asked me to do face painting at their 6 year old's bday today. i said yes, because i have done face painting at numerous birthday parties & school events throughout the years. today i have watched feral "post covid" children whose cheugy millennial parents just sit by and watch and kind of laugh because they do not care & have hated their kids the whole time they've been supposed to be "parenting" them during the pandemic tackle each other into a lord of the flies pile below the piñata, hit each other, hit the birthday girl and make her cry, one of them told me "YOU THINK YOURE THE BOSS OF EVERYTHING" when i said "hey my friend please don't come into the garage, i dont want you to get hurt" & then growled at me, then ate shit on the concrete garage floor and knocked over a bunch of beer cans because she tripped over a rake. i have watched kids fight, i have been growled at, i have been punched, bitten, fought with, called a bitch, etc all throughout my career working with kids so again i understand that it maybe sounds like i am just describing "kid" activities & i get it, i literally used to chase my little brother with knives. all kids are always feral, have always been feral. but i guess what i am trying to articulate is i have born witness to more simultaneous learned entitlement and learned helplessness today than i have ever seen in the like decade plus i spent working in montessori schools (where you see arguably the most learned entitlement and learned helplessness even though it is also an effective system) & i am just like. so bewildered. i smoked a cigarette today from one of the other "weird aunt friends" at the party even tho i don't do that anymore bc i have never felt this stressed around kids in my life lmao what the fuck.

[33roda]

Zhongli X Dom!Reader <3

♡ teaching zhongli a little lesson...

♡ tags: humiliation, calling zhongli a slut, reader with cock/strap, cocksucking (reader receiving), choking, pegging, smartass li in the beginning

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"Hey Zhongli, you know how you've been struggling with mora these days?"

"Yes?"

"Well I've got the perfect job opportunity for you!"

Finally, a job! Zhongli'd been bothering half of Liyue with his lack of mora - asking for help paying for his meals, begging his neighbours for house appliances, bathing in public lakes just so he wouldn't pay water bills.. the list just went on and on. "What kind of job, if I may ask?" he leaned down to rest his arms on the table, looking at you with a soothing smile. He wasn't just gonna waltz into any job, no matter how broke he was.

"Ah, of course," you set down your cup of ginger tea, trying to shake away the bitter taste in your mouth. "Well, the Wanwen Bookhouse was looking for someone to take over for Jifang for a few days, so I recommended you!" knowing he'd take the job anyway, you didn't have to encourage him much - all it took was telling him he'd have to discuss mora with Jifang later, and he'd get the job almost immediately.

Days pass, with no negative news - only Zhongli telling you he'd "educated" the customers of the bookstore, nothing too out of the ordinary. However, when Jifang came back from her business trip, she sure had a lot to say about your recommended person. Apparently, he'd disrupt innocent customers just looking to buy books, and ramble to them about Liyue's history for hours and hours on end daily. You could already hear his rambles - How Liyue's been for the past 4,000 years, how it's grown, the wars it's been in and how they've affected it.. And boy, you were gonna teach him how to shut up.

You invited him over with the innocent guise of just having tea and chatting, but you definitely had other plans..

"So, Zhongli," you got up from your seat, walking all the way to the back of his chair. "The boss has been.. complaining," you leaned down to his ear, "apparently, you were disturbing her customers, is that right?"

Feeling his breath hitch at the closeness, he cleared his throat to regain his indifferent attitude. "Disturbing? I was simply educating them. I don't see howggwhh-" he got cut off by you squeezing his cheeks together, slurring his words. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned his head back to look at you from behind, and oh man did you look mad.

"Educating them? is that what you call embarrassing me in front of Jifang and her customers?" you shook his face left and right with your grasp on his cheeks, just strong enough to stop him from talking. "I guess we'll need to teach you how to shut up, 'li." you let go of his cheeks, leaving him to catch his breath. "Strip, Zhongli."

"You're.. gonna make me strip because I didn't do well? Is that how society works nowadays?" closing his eyes and letting out a little 'hm', he still got up anyway, no signs of complaint in his body language - if that wasn't evident enough in how he immediately started taking off his coat, still dressed in who knows how many layers. You moved over to sit in his place - you weren't just gonna let this go. You had to enjoy every minute of watching him, going from his vest, to his shirt and tie, and to finally, his bare chest. He was honestly just ripped, and you were gonna make good use of his defined chest - maybe later, though.

Stopping him when he got to unbuckling his belt, you got up, zipping through the house to lead him to your bedroom, probably knocking a few things over in the hall, but that didn't matter - you didn't want this to go slow, you needed to teach him a lesson, and quick. "On your knees, 'li," you shoved him down with your hands, finding it just adorable how he didn't complain - only bit his lip to hold back any smartass remarks. "Aw, is the humiliation getting to you already, pretty boy?" seating yourself on the edge of the bed, you stroked his cheek as gently as you could, before unbuckling your own pants to show him your cock. "You know what you're gonna do, right baby? Gonna choke you on my cock till you can't talk anymore," he gave you little nods, staring at the length in your hand. Even though he wouldn't show it, he couldn't wait to have you in his mouth - and you wasted no time doing that as you guided him to your cock, his mouth eagerly engulfing your tip and tongue licking all over. Bobbing his head, he took as much as he could, humming against you, but that won't do. You needed him to choke on you. Grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth, you finally heard that pretty gagging sound from his throat, further exciting you to fuck into his cute little face. His warm saliva dribbling everywhere on you and his lips, leaking all the way down to his chest.. the sight almost made you swoon.

Finally pulling him off you, you almost felt bad looking at his pretty face splotched with blush and tears, lips open red and wide with saliva covering the entire bottom half of his face, but Gods, was it hot. "You lubed it up so well, sugar," you said, sounding almost impressed, "guess you're really sorry, hm?" you kicked off your pants completely, ignoring the wet patch near the crotch from his drool. "Don't worry dear, we're almost done with our lesson~ take your pants off for me, will you?"

He wasted no time taking off his pants, laying down on the bed and spreading his toned legs to show you his sweet hole, his stomach muscles contracted and head laying to the side, his hair laid messily next to him. You almost wished you'd kept his pants on and made him cum all over them - just to keep it as a reminder, but you had to take him. "Good boy, learning so much already," you teased the tip of your cock against his hole, "you almost look excited. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" his response being a gasp as he felt you enter him. Why not have a little more fun with it? "Show me how sorry you really are, 'li," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you.

"I-I apologi-mmmhhh," he bit his lip, letting out a low groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. You just kept pushing into him, sure he could take all of you, his hole almost like it was made for you - until the base of your cock reached his ass. "I apologizeEee, Y/N -ah," sliding out, you made sure to make him tremble on his words - it was just fucking adorable.

Building up your speed, he could barely manage to let out anything more than moans and little 'sorry's, overshadowed by the sound of you thrusting into his ass, making filthy smacking sounds. "I can't hear you over the sound of your ass, baby," you said between gasps, "Say it louder, you fucking slut."

It was dirty of you - teasing him like that knowing you found his spot. "imsorryimsorryimsoryAHHHMMF" was just music to your ears, slamming into the same spot over and over, eventually making him unable to let out a single word without having a moan in between - not like you cared anymore. You wanted to make him cum untouched, humiliate him just like he embarrassed you.

Twitching under you, he frantically grabbed onto the bedsheets. "I-I'm gon-" - and he spurt out his load, letting out such beautiful guttural moans, you would've recorded them if you could. It was impressive how much there was, honestly. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh before slowly sliding out of him and smacking his ass, admiring his ass and chest blushing red. Catching his breath, he looked down at you, lips parted as if to say something - but he couldn't.

You put your thumb to his lips. "You talk too much, Zhongli," you laughed. "Has no one ever taught you to shut that pretty mouth of yours?"

wc: 1.4k . not proofread

[softholand]

Congrats on 1k‘🥰 So for the sleepover can I request this for Harry Holland “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

⤷ mob!harry holland x reader, stabilized relationship, cursing, assault (!)

prompt: “you weren’t there… why weren’t you there? i needed you! i needed you! and you weren’t there!”

words: 1.3k

You knew you shouldn’t have left the house on your own. With your boyfriend’s line of “work”, you knew you’d be an easy target for whoever wanted to mess with him. Harry had warned you about the dangers of his lifestyle before you started dating, but you assure him you were okay with that, and that you’d take all the precautions he thought necessary for you to be safe.

One of those precautions was never going anywhere alone, that’s why you had your bodyguard follow you around wherever you went. Today, you had made plans with your boyfriend to go shopping, so you had given Jake, your bodyguard, the day off, seeing as you’d be with Harry when you left the house.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned and as the clock reached 3 pm, an hour after what you and Harry had planned, and he still hadn’t shown up, you gave up on trying to call and text him, deciding to get into a cab and go by yourself.

That didn’t seem to be a problem as you made your way through the stores, looking and trying everything that caught your eye, but as you made your way out of one of them, carrying two bags on each arm, you felt the presence of two men behind you, which at first, didn’t bother you that much, but as they kept following you around, no matter how far you went, you started to feel like maybe you were in danger.

Taking your phone out of your purse, you tried to call Harry again, but it went straight to voicemail, just like the other times. As you rounded a corner, trying to get away from the two men behind you, you felt a third one cover your mouth, grabbing your body and dragging it to an alleyway nearby, before slamming it against the wall, holding your hands. “Fuck!” You screeched, as you felt your head hit the concrete.

As you opened your eyes, you saw a bald man staring at you with hungry eyes, “So you're the new Holland’s princess. I gotta say, those kids know how to choose their girls.” He smirked, showing off his yellow teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, let me go!” You tried to fight them off but he was, obviously, stronger so it ended up being pointless. “Uh, she’s a feisty one, I like it!” The man said, trying to lean in to kiss you but you spat on his face instead. “Bitch!” The bald man growled, before leaving a harsh slap on your face.

You felt the skin of your cheek burn, the tears that had brimmed your eyes since the attack started, now ran freely through your face. “Hey, go easy! Boss said he just wanted us to send a message.” Another one of them said, his thick accent making your stomach turn. “He didn’t say we couldn’t have some fun, though.” The man that had slapped you said, trying once again to kiss you. You gave him a kick on the crotch this time, earning a harsh punch on your stomach in retaliation. “Oh,” you moaned in pain, feeling dizzy for a few seconds. “Let me show you how I treat whores like you.” Said the bald man, before hitting you one more time.

The same thing kept happening, again and again, the man would try to harass you, only for you to fight back and get beaten up for it. You had no idea how long the attack lasted, all you knew was that, when they finally went away, you were left on the ground, crying in a mixture of pain and fear, the tears blurring your eyes, making it hard for you to see who you were calling to.

Turns out, it was Harrison, one of Harry’s friends, and at that moment, you couldn’t be more thankful for hearing him pick up the phone.

Ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of you, a blond figure getting out of the car. You felt so weak, you didn’t even have the strength to check who it was. “Hey y/n, it’s me.” You heard Harrison’s voice, your sobs growing in size upon realizing someone was there to help you. “C’mon, let’s take you out of here,” Harrison exclaimed, carefully lifting your body, helping you get inside his car.

Harrison must've told everyone what happened, ‘cause when you got home, the Holland’s came rushing to your side, wanting to know how you were feeling, all except one, your boyfriend, who still hadn’t shown up. Tom’s girlfriend, Maria, helped you to a bath she had prepared, helping you undress and get into the tub since you still felt like you had been run over by a truck.

Half an hour later, you were tucked in bed, your hair still wet from the bath, feeling a tiny bit better after taking a few painkillers Maria had offered, as well as a bottle of water that you chugged all in one go. After taking care of you, Maria left, ushering you to get some rest. That turned out to be a difficult task to be done though, since every time you closed your eyes, images of the man hitting you came rushing back into memory.

It was much later when you heard the bedroom door open, the sound waking you from your light slumber. Thinking it was Maria checking up on you yet again, you mumbled a little “I’m fine, Mar!”, not even bothering to turn around. “It’s me, baby!” You felt your whole body tense upon hearing Harry’s voice, the sound of his footsteps growing louder as he approached you.

Taking a seat on the bed, Harry tried touching you, only for you to crawl deeper under the covers. “Hey, it’s me, love. Are you okay?” Your boyfriend asked, trying once again to reach for you. “y/n, talk to me, please! Are you hurt?” He seemed genuinely concerned but you were just too angry to care. “Am I hurt? I don’t know, Harry! What do you think? Do I look like I’m hurt?” You snapped, finally showing your face to him. Harry’s eyes immediately widened upon seeing your bruised face, “Baby…” he mumbled, tears brimming his waterlines.

You avoided his touch once again, “Where the fuck were you, Harry?” You asked, feeling a new batch of tears. “Baby, I’m sorry! I was at a meeting and I left my phone at the office. I’m so sorry, darling.” Harry let it out, trying his best to explain himself. “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!” You cried, tears blurring your vision. “I’m sorry, y/n! I’m sorry, I should’ve been there with you. I’m so sorry!” Harry reached for you, caging yourself in his arms while you tried to fight him off. “I needed you, Harry! I needed you.” You kept mumbling, finally letting yourself sob in his arms. “You’re okay! I’m here now, baby!” Your boyfriend assured you, leaving kisses on the top of your head.

It took a solid fifteen minutes for you to calm down, finally taking your head from your boyfriend’s chest and looking at him. “I’m sorry they did this to you, darling!” Harry whispered, taking your face in his hands. “I was so scared, Harry!” You cried, Harry quickly dabbing your tears away. “I know, baby! I’m sorry! I promise you they’ll pay for that.” Your boyfriend said, leaving kisses all over your face. “Just pick up the phone next time I call you.” You let it out, a small smile appearing on Harry’s lips. “I will! I’m never letting anything happen to you again, y/n. I promise!” You felt a sense of safety in Harry’s words, making you lean in and leave a small kiss on his lips. “I love you, y/n!” He mumbled against your lips, “I love you too!” You said, burying your face back into your boyfriend’s chest, where you stayed for the rest of the night.

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sweaty hands, reluctant hearts

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader

Words: 13685 (god this wasn’t supposed to be this long I’m actually sorry this time)

Warnings: Angst and Smut (my fav). Hurt/Jealous Mando -> Touch Starved/Rough Mando -> Fluffy Mando -> Shy Mando. Penetrative Sex. Oral Sex. There’s lot’s of sweat because exertion yall. Breeding Kink 😏. Slight Exhibitionism. Overstimulation and slight slight non-con because of oversensitivity. Umm, squirting 🙃. Dirty/Sweet talk. Spanking (ass and hoohaa).

Summary: He never thought the day would come when he’d hear you saying you wanted to leave him. Yes there was an understanding between the two of you that you were hired to help him care for the Child and to somehow keep the Razor Crest alive and working. And he knew it made sense for you to find work elsewhere now that the Razor Crest was destroyed and the Child was with his own kind. But he just assumed you weren’t going to leave considering it’s been a couple of months since he’d given the kid to the Jedi and you never brought it up. It hurt hearing you say those words, especially when he realized he wasn’t meant to hear them and that you were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people. Turns out, all Mando needed was to see the Marshal eye-fucking you as you fixed the new ship and overshared your thoughts for him to snap and finally make a move. Hopefully he can change your mind...

A/N: Yall, this is post Season 2 so sadly Grogu is not here, hence the angst! Umm, this was a lot to handle because you know, that gif here. Enjoy ☺️

It’s been months since the events that transpired on the cruiser. Months since he’d given away a piece of himself to an unknown being. Months since he’d sat down and re-evaluated his life’s mission. He wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to return to Tatooine of all planets but he needed some time to think of his next steps. So much has changed over the course of the past year and it took the Mandalorian longer than usual to realize that he can’t use bounty hunting to fill the void in his heart. 

One thing he did know for sure, however, was that he couldn’t have managed to survive the emotional and physical changes without your presence. Somehow, you’ve managed to make his life easier and by a whole lot. He has never felt this grateful for having a companion, maker, didn’t even think it possible to ever consider another as such. He’d spent years and years living by the Creed and never once doubting his way of living, but he found himself questioning everything about himself when you came in. It wasn’t that he was suddenly open to the idea of taking his helmet off or anything, it was more of a passing thought on what it would be like if he were to open up to you more, perhaps even share with you more than his name and an abridged version of how he became a Mandalorian. 

He mulled over how he would approach the topic with you, finding himself growing more nervous when he considered how you’d react. You’ve never given him any inclination of ever thinking of him as more than your boss and he knew he needed to figure out a way to make this seem natural and not forced. Frankly, he found it interesting how you managed to read him better than anyone he’s ever met, and he wished he could ask you how you’d done so when he never took off his helmet. 

Mando pushed the thought aside for now, cursing to himself as he dragged the giant piece of scrap you’d requested for him to pick up from Peli. He wanted to argue with you then, tell you that the only reason for coming to this awfully hot planet was to take some time off, if that was even possible, and avoid falling into the temptation of another mission. But he couldn’t find it in himself to say any of these things, mostly because you were the one that managed to procure the new ship for him and you were also the one that told him the two of you were in serious need of rest. He’d only realized the ship needed fixing when he landed and you told him you would get right on as soon as he picked up the necessary pieces from Peli. He felt a little out of the loop when he’d gone to her and found her giving him everything you’d requested for, and he knew you must have contacted her before you landed or else she wouldn’t have been this quick. 

As he made his way through the quiet “streets” of Mos Pelgo, he thought back to what Peli said to him an hour ago. Had he not considered her as a friend, he would have responded rudely when she bugged him about you. As much as he wished to humor the idea that you looked at him as more than a colleague, partner, whatever it was the two of you were, he didn’t want to grow any more false hope, especially now that he’d already given up the one thing that managed to crawl into his heart. 

Mando saw that you’d moved the ship behind the cantina and he chose to blame the heat for the way his skin crawled with goosebumps because no, he didn’t suddenly feel calm at the thought of you. 

He shook his head from the intruding thought and was about to say something to you when he saw who was standing nearby. If there was ever a time where he didn’t wish to see Cobb Vanth, it was definitely now. The bounty hunter put down the scraps of metal before moving closer to where the two of you were standing. He was sheltered behind a shack of sorts and allowed his heart rate to return to normal before listening in on you. 

“I don’t believe you sweetheart.” The Marshal threw back his drink and shook his head when you shrugged your shoulders at him and Mando felt his stomach twist at the endearment. Since when were the two of you on such a close basis?

“Believe whatever you want Marshal, I was only answering your question. Besides, it’s not like I’m actively looking right now.” Mando watched as you swiped the sweat rolling down your face with the back of your hand and swore when he felt the fabric of his pants grow tighter around his crotch. He felt dirty watching your every move, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way your muscles gleamed under the excruciating sun rays. He cursed the day you bought that garment and he recalled back to the first time he watched you work in it. Mando had almost tripped over the child that day because he never expected to see you walking around with the chest binding so visible to his eyes. It was worse when you reached up high for something because if his eyes lingered long enough, he could see your undergarment peeking from the low-hanging pants of the overalls. 

The bounty hunter had to take a few deep breaths to move on from the inappropriate thoughts he was having and he narrowed his eyes at Cobb when he saw him walk closer to you. 

“Are you ever going to tell him?” The Mandalorian watched as your expression shifted slowly to a more sombre look and he was familiar enough with you to know that you weren’t too happy with that question or the answer you were going to give Cobb. 

“I- I don’t know. I wish I could tell him about how I fe- what I’m thinking about but I can’t...and I also can’t just say ‘Hey Mando, I had a blast taking care of the kid and getting hunted by the kriffing Empire. I fixed the ship for you so see you later.’ It’s not right and I didn’t realize it would be this difficult to come to terms with what I have to do. But I can’t keep doing this, it’s not fair.” 

Whatever the Mandalorian thought you were going to say, that certainly didn’t make the top of the list. He almost fell back when he registered the meaning behind your words. You wanted to leave. You’ve been wanting to move on for a while and you weren’t sure how to tell him. You were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people and relying on his opinion to decide what you were going to do. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind and he tried to see if he’d done anything wrong. Besides the whole thing with Gideon and Bo Katana, there wasn’t really anything he’d done that would inspire such a reaction from you. Not that those weren’t enough to change your mind about staying with him but it was all in the past now. 

The sound of laughter broke Mando out of his haze and he turned towards you again, watching as you slithered down the ship, clenching his fists tightly when he saw Cobb grab your hips to help you down. He was torn between strutting towards the two of you and punching the daylights out of him and remaining where he was to listen in on your conversation. He had no right to do either, but he needed to know.

“I hate to ask you this question because it defeats the whole purpose of this entire chat but...have you thought of how he’d take it? Should you decide on-” You pointed to something on the floor and Cobb leaned down to grab it for you, handing it and gauging your reaction to his question as you continued to work. 

“Why else do you think I’ve been putting this off? Of course I’ve thought of how he’d react. But I deserve more than...ugh, I don’t mind this, I swear I don’t, but I also can’t just sit back and pretend I don’t want more.” You motioned violently to the ship and to what you were doing as you spoke, shaking your head at the man smiling smugly in front of you before throwing out the tools and snatching his drink from him. 

Mando couldn’t stand to be near you, not after what he’d heard and certainly not after taking in your body language and the way Cobb was practically undressing you without shame. He stepped back, leaving the scraps where they were and heading to the cantina to take his mind off of what he’d just witnessed. He walked in and paid no mind to the patrons scattered across the room, handing the man behind the counter more credits than he cared to count and asking him for his strongest stuff. He didn’t bother to address the judgmental stare he was receiving and took hold of the bottle before walking out again. 

It was close to sunset and the Mandalorian walked until the edge of the town before deciding to continue until he reached a small hill filled with large boulders. Sliding down one of the rocks, he sighed deeply before taking off his helmet, the hissing sound instilling a sense of guilt deep in his chest. He was ashamed at feeling such an emotion towards what he based his entire life on. But he couldn’t take it anymore. His anger rose as he opened the large bottle in his hand, throwing it back until he felt the stinging drink burn his throat for a few seconds before aggressively setting it on the floor next to him. 

Mando wasn’t able to put what he was feeling into a proper string of thoughts but he did know it was an odd mixture of hurt and anger with a tiny bit of sexual frustration. He couldn’t get the image of you sweaty and heaving as you worked on his ship out of his mind, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back to meditate back on the way your muscles clenched and pulled every time you molded two metal scraps together or how they positively shined when you carried things across the sand. He’d tried his hardest to set all of these feelings and rather inappropriate thoughts aside but he couldn’t any longer. Not when there was a chance of you leaving him, and perhaps to someone like the Marshal too. 

Perhaps it was unwise to deny his heart’s desires for so long and Mando was sure that he’d met his breaking point because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Normally, he was able to distract himself and force his mind to stray away from conjuring up the filthiest images of you wreathing and crying beneath him as he drove his cock into your heat. But he had no hold over his mind at this moment, not that he was to blame. He went from shutting his own self out to opening the floodgates, and there was no going back. 

He sighed heavily when his thoughts shifted to what you said about him and he took a long sip from the bottle before turning his attention to the setting suns. He didn’t know what he could even say if you ever approached the topic with him. You’d been wanting to leave for a while now and somehow managed to hide it from him. All those nights spent running from Moff Gideon and other bounty hunters and you haven’t complained once, choosing to keep it to yourself. He wasn’t sure if he was hurt because you felt the need to hide something like this from him or because you were awfully understanding of how these complaints could distract him. 

And then there was the whole thing with the ship. He had assumed that the two of you sort of shared it now but it seemed that you never saw it as belonging to you but only to him. And you went out of your way to fix it now when you didn’t have to. Mando didn’t notice his tears until he licked his drying lips and tasted the saltiness across his mouth. He wiped his cheeks and laughed at himself. When had he become like this? First it was the child and now you. 

He wished he could take it all back, to have never met the kid or you. His life was simple and not complicated and now, now he was faced with the prospect of losing you as well. The bounty hunter dismissed the thought as quickly as it came because he knew deep down that it was better to have had the two of you in his life, even for a short while, than to have never known you. It wasn’t ideal but since when was his life ideal?

As the suns set beneath the sky, the Mandalorian looked down and saw that the bottle was still almost full. Not wanting to finish it now, because he might actually need it later when you decide to leave, Mando stood up and slowly made his way back into town. He needed to sleep, not to rest but to put a pause on his rather depressing thoughts if only for a little bit. When he saw the town come into view, he took a deep breath and put his helmet back on. 

The town was quieter than usual and the Mandalorian found himself going straight to the ship instead of joining the others. He’d spent the past few days enjoying his nights in the corner of the busy cantina, watching as you won one Sabacc game after another without breaking a sweat while everyone groaned in annoyance at how well you were kicking their asses. But he couldn’t trust himself tonight, not around you and certainly not around the Marshal. 

Trying not to bring too much attention to himself, Mando walked past the cantina towards the ship, already thinking of how relieved he’d be once he used the refresher. Going up the ramp, he was about to walk to the small, private room near the cockpit to grab a change of clothes when he heard a loud shriek that sounded a lot like his name coming from the opposite end of the ship. Mando quickly turned around and shut his eyes in exasperation when he saw you approaching him far angrier than he’d ever seen you. He set the bottle down and turned his attention towards you, raising an eyebrow to himself when he saw your chest heaving beneath the chest band. He averted his eyes quickly, refusing to think of you sweaty and breathless under other circumstances. Maker, he couldn’t go no like this.

“Where in the kriffing hell have you been? You were supposed to bring the parts from Peli hours ago and I have to find out from some kid that you just left them on the ground and walked away to- hell, I don’t even know what was more important for you than bringing me the scraps so I could fix the ship? Really, Mando, I understand that it’s been a little weird and difficult lately but I barely ask for anything and, ugh, maker.” You held back from voicing more of your thoughts, afraid that you’ve already gone far with asking him where he was. He didn’t really need to tell you what his business was but you’d assumed the two of you have come to an understanding regarding such matters, at the very least to ensure everyone’s safety. 

Mando stood there in silence and took a deep breath before turning around and walking into his room, afraid he’d give himself away if he tried to respond to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration when he quietly walked away from you, anger rising in your chest as he came out and made his way past you to the refresher. Before you could think twice of what you were doing, you were sprinting past him and standing in front of the open door, pushing your fingers into his beskar-clad chest as you hissed at him.

“I’m not sure what happened or why you’re giving me the silent treatment right now but this is not how we deal with our problems okay.” Mando took a few steps back as you continued to shove your finger into him, trying his hardest to not grab your wrist and push you against the nearest wall. “We talk things out and we come up with a way to fix things and compromise if need be.” Mando’s back hit the wall, and he threw his head back to avoid your gaze, unable to hold back the chuckle that rose from beneath the helmet at your words. 

How ironic.

“Did I say something funny?” You narrowed your eyes up at him and wished for once that he’d remove that god damn helmet so you could gauge his reaction.

“You mean we should talk things out like you and Cobb Vanth today? Or would it be different?” Mando’s chest tightened when he noticed the surprised expression on your face, knowing very well this was not what you expected to hear from him. He was a rational man, never once letting his mind give away to such simplistic thoughts but you’d struck a nerve and he could no longer hide his jealousy. Yes, it was jealousy. As much as he hated to admit it, that’s what he was feeling right now, what he’s been feeling all day long. It was childish and unlike him but it wasn’t going to do him any good if he continued to ignore it. 

“I’m dying to know if that’s what you mean. You obviously don’t have an issue telling him about how difficult it’s been working with me and how you can’t keep doing this.” It was your turn to take a few steps back when you saw his shoulders push out and make him taller than he already was. He continued to walk towards you, throwing his clothes to the ground and almost apologizing when you tripped on your feet when he was only a foot away from you.

“How about this, let’s start with what you apparently wish you could tell me but can’t seem to find the right words to do so. What was it you said to him? You deserve more than taking care of a kid and constantly escaping the Empire and other bounty hunters? Or wait, how can I forget...it’s not fair dealing with this mess of a ship and you’re looking for somewhere else to go?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as the Mandalorian repeated back the words you voiced perhaps a little too loudly earlier today, already feeling your eyes fill with unshed tears at harsh his tone. 

“I- I didn’t…you weren’t meant to-” You tripped over your words and almost flinched when he cut you off. 

“What? I wasn’t supposed to hear you say any of those things? A little strange don’t you think, since you seemed to have a lot to say about me to the Marshal.” Mando should have stopped himself from saying the next few words but his heart was torn into a million pieces and it wasn’t fair for him either.

“Well guess what, sweetheart, the Razor Crest blew up. Moff Gideon is taken care of and the Empire isn’t after us anymore. Every bounty hunter knows better than to so much as look at me and...and the kid isn’t around anymore for you to take care of. He’s gone, I lost him. So if you were worried about hurting me, you’re a little too late for that.” The Mandalorian barely held himself back from pulling you into his arms when he saw tears rolling down your cheek, clenching his fists tightly when he noticed the way you hugged yourself and frowned at him.

“Din-” It broke him to hear you use his name, especially now of all times. He hasn’t heard you say it once in the past few months, even when the two of you were alone. It was the twisting of the knife, and he bit his tongue to distract himself from saying something he couldn’t possibly take back.

“Do what you want, I won’t stand in the way. Besides, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help you out with whatever it was you were telling him today. After all, you deserve more right? Deserve someone more than me...someone who’s willing to share a lot more than his name.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Mando stepped away and walked back to his room, not caring about the clothes on the ground or how hurt you must have been feeling from listening to him. 

He softly shut the door behind him and moved to his bed, throwing himself on it and hanging his head low to catch his breath. This was not how he saw the night going, not remotely. He was hoping to ask you about this tomorrow in a less hostile manner and without making it seem like he was blaming you. But something about your words struck a nerve in him and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, not when you were suggesting things you yourself weren’t willing to follow.

Din wasn’t sure how long he sat there in silence but the hissing sound of the door opening brought him back from his haze and he opened his eyes when he heard you walking towards him. You’d never once come into his room, not even when he occasionally gave you permission. You sniffed twice before approaching the bed and standing right in front of him and he was reminded of when the child would cry to try to catch his attention. 

“Din, it was never my intention to hurt you. I was trying to do the opposite..thought I was doing the right thing by thinking about this before I could talk to you but I’m realizing now that I’ve hurt you.” Din noticed the way you were ringing your fingers nervously and held himself back from taking your hands into his to try and put you at ease. 

“I- I only spoke with Cobb because he- because he noticed the way I was looking at you. He noticed how I can never seem to focus on anything or anyone else when you’re around. He- he could tell I was having a hard time coming to terms with how I feel about you...how I’ve felt about you for a while now.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your confessions, unable to properly register what you were implying because he could never even humor the idea that you’d have feelings for him. He raised his head and finally looked at you, frowning when he saw how red your eyes were from crying. 

“The last thing I want to do is to leave you, please believe me. But I wasn’t sure if you even wanted me around after...after everything with Moff Gideon and the Jedi. As far as I knew, you brought me on to take care of Grogu and fix the Razor Crest. We’ve barely spoken ever since the cruiser and I just thought that I was only around because you couldn’t find the time to tell me that you don’t need me anymore.” Hearing you say that you thought he didn’t need you caught Din off guard and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, instantly taking hold of your hands and pulling you towards him until you were standing in between his legs. You swallowed the lump in your throat and maintained your gaze on his visor, hoping that he could see how truthful you were being with him and maybe respond, if only with just a simple word. 

“When I said I deserved more, I was just- I swear I wasn’t talking about your Creed or wanting to see you. As much as I wish that was possible, I would never...could never ask you for something like that. I was only telling him that I might need some time away to maybe forget how...maker, to perhaps try and set aside my emotions because the last thing you need right now is for me to lay that on you. I don’t want you to think that you owe me anything because you don’t, gods you don’t owe anyone anything, not after what you’ve been through. But I could feel myself becoming more attached to you, especially after everything that happened on the cruiser. I want more with you but I don’t want to push you towards anything you’re not ready for.” Before you could wipe the tears away from your cheeks, Din was raising his glove-covered fingers and softly skimming them over your skin, and he hadn’t realized how harsh and loud his breathing was until he felt you rest your hand on his chest.

“There’s nothing between me and Cobb. And you should know by now that he’s...friendly, with everyone.” You smiled shyly at him before leaning into the hand resting on your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm when he swiped his thumb against your lower lip. There was so much Din wanted to say but he couldn’t find the right words that would convey what he was feeling. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind about your admission and the fact that you have been returning his affection for a while now. 

Din didn’t realize how long he was quiet until you cleared your throat and let go of his hand, stepping away from him and looking around to see if you should just leave. Before you could head to the door, however, Din was standing up and moving towards you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort before he made his next move. Your chest was rising and falling a little quicker than he liked but he quickly realized it was probably because of how you were coming to terms with what you just said to him. 

You watched as he took his gloves off and set them on the small table behind you, suppressing a gasp when you felt his warm, calloused hands wrap around yours before bringing them to his helmet. He could tell you were letting him control all of your movements and found it difficult to accept just how much you were willing to give to him.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I have been thinking about this for a while.” Din smiled when he saw your eyebrows furrow in question at his words. “Taking this off.” He saw the moment you understood what he was saying, not expecting you to pull your hands away from him and taking a few steps back until your back was against the wall.

“That’s...that’s not what I- Din, I wasn’t lying when I said it wouldn’t matter to me if-” He smiled at how defensive you suddenly were and stepped towards you once more, and you found it annoying that he barely kept a foot between you two, his natural scent hitting you like a blaster to the gut. 

“I know.” Din cut you off before taking your hands into his once more, rubbing your knuckles to put you at ease as he continued. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and- it’s not that I’ll walk around without it now, far from it. It’ll only be when we’re alone, when no one is around.” He hoped you could read in between the lines because this would be the closest he’d come to admitting how important you were to him, for now at least.

“Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” 

That definitely snapped you out of your haze and you tilted your head to the side before asking home what he was referring to. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Din raised an eyebrow at your response. Have you already forgotten?

“On the cruiser, when I- before Grogu went with the Jedi.” His hands tightened around your fingers as he said the child’s name and you were momentarily distracted before realizing what he meant. 

“Din I...I never saw you.” 

For a split second, it felt like someone had taken Din and carbon froze him before throwing him on an ice planet. 

“What?” He held his breath, unable to move a muscle until he made sure he heard you correctly. 

“I never saw you. I turned around when you reached for your helmet. I didn’t...it was a moment with you and Grogu. It didn’t feel right to look at you.” You tried to maintain a semblance of control on your voice but it cracked a few times as you admitted to him. As much as you yearned to see him without the mask, you didn’t think it proper without his clear consent. 

Din’s sudden intake of breath made you nervous and you hated how for a moment, you wished you didn’t tell him because there was now a high probability that he wouldn’t take the mask off. 

“Cyar'ika, please.” you shivered at the low tone of his voice, finding it harder to focus on anything but the touch of his skin. Once again, Din slowly brought your hands to the sides of his visor, pushing the palm of your hands on the beskar and softly nodding at you. A sudden sense of relief washed over him when he saw the slight nod of your head. 

Din found it endearing how your whole face scrunched up in focus as the two of you slowly pulled the helmet off of his head, the soft hissing sound as it unlocked making your hands dampen with sweat. As you raised the visor along with him, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as soon as you saw the skin of his chin. Unbeknownst to you, Din was watching your every reaction and felt a little nudge in his chest when he saw how tightly shut your eyes were. When the beskar was off completely, Din took it from your hands and placed it next to him, swallowing the lump in his throat when he turned back and saw you were still refusing to look at him.

He reluctantly took your hands into his and placed them on his chest, hoping that you’d finally open your eyes without him begging you again. 

“I’m sorry I- maker, this is..this is probably more intense for you than it is for me and I’m not making it any better with my nervousness and- okay. Okay.” You took a deep breath before allowing your eyes to flutter open, unable to exhale as soon as you laid your gaze on him. Din was probably unaware of how nervous he looked and it took you a few longer seconds to realize you needed to breathe again. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, the long nights where you imagined what he could look like fading into thin air because nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared you for what you were currency seeing. 

His features were somehow soft but a little rugged, and you found yourself committing every inch of his skin to memory, filling your mind’s eye with every minute facial expression so you could dream of him when you fall asleep. It was oddly not surprising at all that he had a stubble, the scattered dark and slightly graying hairs across his jaw and above his lips making him seem older than he probably was. And you weren’t sure if he knew he was furrowing his eyebrows and then you realized he most likely didn’t because he was so used to wearing his helmet that he never had to learn how to control his facial expressions around anyone. And it was endearing how his nose flared as he continued to breathe heavily under your gaze, and if it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious moment, you would have leaned over and kissed the curved bridge of his nose and the scrunch of his eyebrows to put him at ease. 

Din wasn’t sure what he thought your reaction would be and he felt his chest tighten with every long moment you spent without so much as a comment. 

You were unaware of how long this dreadful moment must have been for the Mandalorian and you continued to study him in hopes of finding answers to questions you’ve wished you could ask him ever since he hired you. There were heavy bags under his eyes and you wished you were more persistent with him when it came to his resting schedule but he always seemed to wave you off whenever you told him he needed to sleep. Though you knew this stress had to do more with Grogu no longer being here and less with how often he slept. You had half expected to find his gaze harsh and far off but when you did finally meet his eyes, you found them filled with unshed tears and a multitude of emotions that you knew would go unexplained until he had the strength to voice them. They were a deep and beautiful shade of brown, ones you knew you’d never be able to turn away from now that you’ve had a proper look at him. And you couldn’t help but notice how their color reminded you of a Nightbloomer just after you picked it from its roots. 

All of that, however, could not compare to when you finally let your eyes descend to his lips. They were a darker shade of pink, and you swore you saw them parting as soon as you looked at them. His lower lip was trembling and you wished more than anything to swipe your thumb against it if only to feel the soft skin melt at your touch. You wished that was as far as your mind had gone but the longer you looked at the curve of his mouth, the more you wished you could lean forward and mold your lips with his. It was even worse because you had a feeling that the stubble of his mustache would cause the softest of burns on your lips. 

Din could no longer take the loud silence enveloping the room and he swallowed nervously when he saw how focused you seemed to be on his lips. He had some idea of what you were probably thinking because he was thinking the exact same thing but he wasn’t sure if he should be the one to make the first move. This reluctance evaporated when he noticed the way your eyes instantly moved to his neck as the cartilage moved and returned to rest when he gulped, and he realized that you may have been having slightly more inappropriate thoughts than he originally thought.

He was about to voice his worries when he saw your hands move from his beskar-clad chest to his face and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down apprehensively at the digits moving closer to his skin. You misunderstood his nervousness for uncomfort and immediately ceased all movements, returning your focus on his eyes to look for any inclination as to what he wanted. 

“Can I- mhmm, may I touch you?” Your whispered question was too loud for the two of you and Din parted his lips to say something but noticed how dry his throat was and realized he couldn’t trust his own voice. Nodding slightly at your request, he waited with bated breath as your fingers rose to his face and found himself shaking with anticipation at the prospect of finally feeling your touch on the most intimate part of him. 

When you were only a few inches away from him, Din felt his heart thumping wildly at his chest and he immediately shut his eyes when he felt the feather-light touch of your fingers on his cheeks. The harsh yet shaky intake of breath almost made you lose control and you had to remind yourself that, besides Grogu, you were the only one to ever touch him so intimately and so softly since he was a child. As much as you wished to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you could lay as many kisses on his face as you could, you knew it would be too much for him and that he needed you to go slow with him. He was practically shattering under your attention and you hoped he would allow you to do this as many times as possible in the coming days. 

Din couldn’t put a name to what he was experiencing at the moment but he knew he didn’t want you to stop touching him, ever again. He decided that he’d spend every moment with you alone without his helmet and with yours hands skimming some part of him. The longer you kept your palms on his cheeks, the calmer his heart beat and it wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized his eyes were shut. As they slowly fluttered open, he was met with the most beautiful sight in the world: your own deep irises staring at your own thumb as it softly passed over his quivering lips. 

“You’re...beautiful.” 

It was a simple truth and you wished there was a more sincere word you could use to describe what he was to you, what he meant to you but your mind was overflowing with images of waking up next to him every day and kissing his eyes and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else you could reach. 

Din’s hold tightened around your waist and you watched as he leaned forward until there was barely an inch between the two of you. 

“Mesh'la, I would really like to kiss you.” The request barely passed his lips yet you were already standing up on your tiptoes and pressing your lips to his, finding them as soft and gentle as you imagined them to be. Din was afraid his heart would give out any moment now because nothing could have prepared him for the taste of you, let alone the boldness with which you were claiming him. He sighed into you, unintentionally parting his lips and pushing you harder into the wall when he felt your tongue sneak into his mouth and explore him. Din wasn’t sure what he should be doing but then you were moving your hands to the nape of his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair and he all but lost it. As you gently tugged on his hair, Din found himself mirroring your actions and before he knew it, the kiss was no longer innocent and sweet but hungry and needy. You sucked on his tongue and tilted your head to the side, wanting to commit every small detail to memory so when you shut your eyes at night, you’d kiss him in your dreams. 

Reluctantly, you pulled back for a second to allow the two of you to breathe but Din didn’t like that, chasing your mouth and molding his lips with yours once more to be certain that yes, this was happening, and that no, this was not a dream. You moaned into the kiss, finding his desperate need to claim your mouth again more of a turn on than you cared to admit. And then his hands were slipping inside your overalls and holding you against his chest, the warmth of him stretching down to where you wished you could feel him. 

This sudden intrusive thought and the harsh grasp of your hips snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should be slowing things down for his sake. Against your will, you gently pushed his chest away and tried to think of anything but the way he was heaving above you from the intensity of the kiss. When you looked at him and saw panic and hesitation etched on his face, you returned your hands to his cheeks again and lowered his head until it was resting against your own. 

“There’s nothing I want more than to feel every inch of your skin against mine right now...but- but I don’t want to push you to do something that- maker….that might be too much for you?” You pulled back and waited until he opened his eyes again before continuing. “I feel like you just made a dramatic decision by taking the helmet off in front of me and- and you’re probably feeling a multitude of emotions right now and I don’t want to make you think that I-” 

Din didn’t like what you were saying, frowning down at you as he grabbed the back of your neck and violently pulled you towards him again. You were surprised by the sudden shift of his touch, fisting your hands in his cowl as he devoured your lips once more, not really giving you a chance to say anything else. Biting your lower lip, Din abruptly ended the kiss and pressed his lips across your skin, nipping and licking at your jaw as he pulled your hair down until he had access to your neck. You gasped his name and felt his stubble scratch deliciously at your shoulder. As you moaned against the wall, Din couldn’t back anymore and bit down hard on your shoulder, smiling when he heard your breath hitch at his rough ministrations. 

“Din, oh gods, Din please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him exactly and you hoped he’d at the very least continue what he was doing. 

“Cyar'ika, I want to have you. I’ve spent many nights dreaming of your lips, your touch, y-your skin against mine as I-” Din hesitated and it wasn’t until you felt his fingers slipping beneath the chest band that you finally registered his voice. Fuck, how had you not notice it a second ago? You thought the vocoder was what altered it, made it deeper perhaps. But no, it only made it sound more intimidating. You weren’t sure what made you clench your thighs together, the way he spoke to you of his desires, or how strained and gruff his voice was as he whispered his secrets to you. You gulped loudly and hesitantly met his eyes, finding the soft brown irises barely visible, his dilated pupils letting you know what he was thinking. 

Licking your lips, you nodded at him and fell into a fit of giggles when he leaned down and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, quickly moving to his cot and laying you down on your back before moving away. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you saw his hands swiftly move through the beskar armor. For some reason, watching his hands expertly take off the cuirass and move to the beskar of his thighs made your heart skip a beat and you wouldn’t dare move a muscle, afraid to miss the show he was unintentionally putting on for you. So busy marveling at his deft fingers, you didn’t notice Din slowing his movements and looking at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity when he saw how hard you were breathing. 

You broke out of your trance when you saw he stopped moving, embarrassment washing over you when you realized Din had caught you shamelessly staring at him as he came closer to revealing to you more of his skin. You’d expected him to move on, or at least pretend he hadn’t just caught you licking your lips while staring at his fingers but no, it seemed that Din was very much enjoying the effect he had on you because his smile grew when he saw your eyes look past him, pretending to focus on something else behind him and not his hands. 

You never lost his attention though, and he maintained his eyes on you as he removed all of his armor and took his boots off. You tried to be a little more subtle but gave up when he leaned down over you and pushed you into his covers. You wanted to ask him why he was still dressed but bit back the inquiry, afraid he’d misunderstand and move away all together at your question. He captured your gaze and didn’t blink once as he slowly undid the buttons holding the overalls and you realized you would have preferred him to keep the helmet on because that meant you wouldn’t notice how passionate and direct his deep brown irises were. You’d expected him to be intense considering how touch-starved and lonely he was, but you never once thought he’d be this vigorous? Ardent? Maker, there wasn’t a single word that could describe the way he was looking at you right now.

Din kneeled at the foot of the bed, waiting until you finally noticed what he was doing and raising your hips before he pulled on the pants of the garment. He slipped your shoes off and finally removed the article of clothing that made his cheeks blush and pants tighten whenever you wore it. He would eventually tell you that this is how you came to him in his dreams almost every night, all spent and sweaty in that gods-forsaken fabric that gave him the perfect view of what you were wearing beneath. 

His focus shifted from your face down your damp skin and he breathed in deeply at the sight of your undergarment. Din almost choked on his breath when your legs parted for a moment, giving him a glimpse of the growing wet patch at the center of the flimsy material.

The Mandalorian wanted nothing more than to worship your body, kiss every part of you and whisper his devotion against your skin as he pleasured you over and over again. He’d spent countless nights imagining what he’d do to you if you were ever naked and willing in his arms and he was damned if he didn’t make sure you were thoroughly spent once he was done with you. He wanted to hear his name fall from your lips and he wanted to swallow your sighs and your moans as he sank into you all night long. And by the gods, he wanted to mark your neck and your arms and your waist, and nothing made him harder than picturing you doing the same to him, biting and nipping at his skin so he could wake up in the morning and watch the evidence of your lo- your touch on him. It didn’t matter that no one else would see those bruises but him and you. He just wanted you, in any way possible, sinking beneath his skin.

And then he heard his voice calling for you over the comm link just outside the room and something snapped deep in his chest. He looked up from you to the open door of his room and listened to the Marshal’s words. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw several emotions pass through Din’s eyes, the most prominent of which was anger, maybe hurt. Of all the times Cobb would ask you to join him for drinks, this was most definitely the worst of them. It didn’t help either that he was laughing over some inappropriate joke one of his friends was saying about your sabacc skills. It wouldn’t be the first time this happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but then Din was clenching his jaw tightly before looking down at you and you knew he wasn’t too happy. In fact, you had a pretty good idea which emotion won out and you hated how much it affected you, how wet you became as thoughts of the Mandalorian claiming you as his flooded your mind.

Before you could try and reason with him, attempt to tell him that it was just a game and that the Marshal’s friends were probably just teasing him, Din was standing up and stripping of his long-sleeve shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled, bronze skin that had your mouth watering within moments. You noticed the few dozen scars littering his beautiful torso and wished you could kiss each one of them, the old ones and the fairly new ones, until they didn’t sting with pain. But Din had different plans for you and he didn’t give you a chance to question him as he took hold of both of your wrists and slammed them above your head. His hold was painful and it should have scared you how quickly his mood changed but you said nothing, looking into his dilated pupils as his nose flared and he growled at you.

“Keep yours hands there,” Din warns you with a piercing look and you gulp loudly before nodding at him in understanding. He removes his hand and kneels on the bed, eyes narrowing at you before they sought after your most private areas. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He’d given this much thought but now that he was here, he realized it was a more difficult decision than he anticipated. He’d longed to wrap his lips around those hardened peaks always teasing him through the chest band, lick them until you cried for him, perhaps begged him to stop because you were sensitive. But then he continued down the lines of your navel and found your parted legs much more inviting. 

Now that Din knew how you felt, there was no reason for him to feel jealous. But he couldn't stop himself, wanting to be certain that you knew as well as he who you belonged to. He hated himself for having such primitive thoughts about you. You were your own person that much was made clear early on. But he could hope at your words, couldn’t he? He could hope that you were now his, and that he was yours. Maker, he was always yours. He just couldn’t admit it to himself, his heart reluctant at opening up to another. 

Din was lost in thought longer than you liked and you moved your feet towards him, nudging his thigh in hopes of reassuring him that you were right here, in his bed, beneath him and at his mercy. Din’s eyes focused on your again and he looked down at the soft gesture, hands instantly grabbing at your ankles. You jumped at the sudden movement, trying your hardest not to whine at the painful grasp because somewhere deep inside of you, you wanted nothing more than to be marked by him. By his teeth, lips, fingers, any part of him. You didn’t care where you’d bear his touch, you just wanted to see it, touch it in the privacy of the refresher when he wasn’t around. 

Din saw the needy look you were throwing him and he knew that you were willing. Willing to go as far as he wanted, willing to completely submit your body and soul to him, willing to do whatever he wished of you.

Before your eyes could flutter closed, Din was pushing your legs wide open and falling in between them while maintaining his gaze on you. He almost smiled when your stomach shook at how feral he probably looked. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes as his mouth latched onto the wet patch forming on the soft fabric of your undergarment, moaning into your cunt as he savored the taste seeping through. You were surprised by the boldness of the action and wished for him to lick your skin instead. But there was something erotic about the desperation behind his actions, wanting to taste you so much that he didn’t care what he was licking. 

The thought was gone as soon as it appeared because you felt two fingers stretch beneath the waistband right before he ripped it off of your body, shoving the torn fabric in his nose and taking a long whiff of it before humming in approval. Your eyes widened in surprise at the filthiness of his action, hands shaking above you when he threw your panties expertly into his helmet. The thought of knowing that your scent could potentially stick to the inside of his helmet as he walked around twisted your insides and you whined shamelessly at him, wishing he could just take what he wanted. 

“Your sounds belong to me,” Din spoke with a commanding voice as he sank in between your thighs again, his tongue dragging across your folds so deliciously hard until he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Your arousal belongs to me,” his hands went to your thighs and he squeezed, knowing fully well there would be bruises dawning your beautiful, smooth body the following morning. Again, you fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to commit every second to memory but finding it difficult to focus on him and not the pleasure zapping down your back. “And I will be damned if this cunt,” Din let go of one of your thighs, pulling his tongue away from your core right before the palm of his hand landed a slap straight on your clit, “doesn’t belong to me either.” You cried out his name, legs shaking violently at the pain shooting through your clit. Din didn’t give you a moment to relax back down on the covers, spanking the outer folds of your pussy twice more consecutively before he replaced the harsh touch with his cooling tongue. Tears trailed down your cheeks as he fucked you with his tongue and lapped at you like you were the only source of water on this gods-forsaken planet. He rotated between soft, quick licks to long, harsh ones, occasionally sucking on your clit and grazing his teeth on the bundle of nerves until he was sure you were going crazy. 

“D-Din oh maker, please. Stop I- slow down.” His touches were far from gentle and the pleasure blurred into pain as you tried to reach that delicious peak you’ve longed for ever since you harbored feelings for the man above you. But he was making it difficult, his needy and erratic movements making it near impossible for you to dive into the lake of pleasure. You should have known that the Mandalorian was as intense in bed as he was in every other aspect of his life. You shut your thighs around his head, wanting to push him away as his teeth continued to graze against your wet folds and nip at the pulsating nub. 

“M-Mando...I can’t.” You couldn’t take it anymore, hands moving to his hair and fisting in the beautiful brown locks as you tried to push him away. As soon as Din felt the tight grasp on his hair, he snarled at you, pushing up on his knees and bending your body along with him until the only thing resting on the bed was your neck and your shoulders. You cried out for him, begging him to give you release but it only drove him mad with lust. His eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away from him as his fingers dug into your butt cheeks and pushed your cunt into his mouth. 

Din pulled away for a split second, biting your inner thighs to grab your attention.

“You will take what I give you ner Cyar’ika.” You saw a hint of darkness in his soulful brown eyes, and shivered at the mere implications of what he had in mind for you. Din sucked and licked at your folds like a crazed man, feeling your legs shaking on his shoulders. He pulled away for a second, and you had no time to beg him to be gentle as he slapped your heated core three times again, hissing when you shut your eyes and bucked against him, your juices drenching his face and chest, leaking down your back as he smiled before taking your cunt into his mouth one last time to prolong your pleasure. You were too busy trying to remain sane to realize what had just happened and Din slowly lowered you back onto the wet covers before letting go of you. You were panting beneath him, stomach fluttering from the force of your release and chest heaving as you tried to fill your lungs with air. 

When you opened your eyes and looked at Din, your eyes widened in horror when you saw his glistening skin, finally realizing what he'd just done to you. You flushed under the scrutiny of Din’s gaze, gasping as he wiped his mouth and jaw with the back of his hand as he looked down and chuckled at the wet spot beneath his knees. You quickly shut your legs and tried to crawl away from him but Din was faster, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back to him, the show of strength already making your cunt clench around nothing again.

“You do not run from me Ad’ika...nor hide from me ever again. I own your body, your skin, the cum still leaking out of this sweet cunt.” His words were filthy and you didn’t know how to react to this new possessiveness he was showing. He pushed open your thighs and fell in between him, bringing his chest flush against yours and kissing the breath out of you, not bothering to be gentle as his fingers twisted and pinched at your nipples. You clawed at his back, wanting more of him but not knowing if you would be able to take any more of what he was offering. 

He pulled away suddenly, his jaw clenching tightly as he took one look at the hands wrapped around his back. 

“Did I not tell you to not move your hands sweet girl?” He whispered against your lips, breathing in the air leaving your lungs as he pecked the corner of your mouth before flipping you over on your stomach. 

“I- I’m sorry...it was just t-too much and-” You couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence, screaming against the covers as you felt Din’s palm land on your ass. You looked back and saw him eyeing your reddening skin, looking up at you and smiling as he treated the other side with the same kindness. Four more times his hands smacked your ass and you were ashamed at how aroused his violent actions made you. When he snuck his fingers in between your thighs and swiped haphazardly at your folds, you moaned and bit into your wrist. 

“Filthy sweet girl,” Din whispered more to himself than you before he fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you flush to his chest, the slide of your dampened back against his sweaty chest bringing him more pleasure than he would have liked to admit because not a few hours ago, he was picturing your sweaty, glistening skin beneath him. And now that he had you here, he was going to make the best of it. 

“Mando, oh Mando-” As much as he loved hearing you scream his nickname in the throws of passion, he wished more to hear his given name fall from your lips. 

“My name...scream my name sweet girl. Let the stars know who pleasures you Cyare.” Din kissed your shoulder before biting into the sweaty flesh, the hand in your hair letting go right before wrapping softly around your throat and pressing you harder against him. Your hands twisted back to try and grab his hair but he immediately took your wrist and twisted it until it was behind you, between your back and his chest. 

“Ahh Din…” You wanted to beg him to allow you to touch him, tell him that you were yearning to touch him as much as he was in need of touching you. But you had a feeling that this wasn’t true, and that this was his way of being certain that you weren’t going to leave him. That you were his. 

If only he knew that you have already belonged to him. Long before tonight.

You felt each breath leave your lungs as Din tightened his grasp around your throat and you parted your lips to moan his name, only to feel his tongue shamelessly licking into your mouth. So distracted by the desperation in this kiss, you didn’t notice the fingers trailing down your chest and digging into your skin until the palm of his hand softly cupped one breast. Din teased you with feather light touches, flicking at one nipple before moving to the other and circling around it until it hardened. He continued to swallow your noises, sucking on your tongue to quiet you as he pinched your nipples. You twisted in his arms, wanting to reach for him again but knowing that he would probably pull your hand away. 

When Din pulled away to allow you to breathe, you panted and finally opened your eyes, not daring to look away as he kept you motionless with his gaze. Din watched as you tried to form a coherent thought, waiting until you parted your lips to speak to him before reaching down and cupping your quivering cunt as he broke the silence.

“This belongs to me,” your breath hitched when Din pressed the palm of his hand against you, not quite applying pressure on your clit but just enough to hold your focus. “Only I get to touch you, kiss you, watch you as you come undone in my arms.” You nodded briefly at him, continuing to hold eye contact as he began to increase his actions. “No one else will ever have you Cyar'ika. No one but me.” He slipped two fingers past your wet folds and rubbed against your walls, humming in approval when he felt you flutter around him the harder he shoved his fingers inside you. 

“I’m yours Din, y-yours. Whatever you want, oh gods please more...need more, Din you make me f-feel so good.” Din keened at your words, curling his hand until his palm was passing deliciously over your clit as his fingers picked up the pace. 

“That’s right sweet girl, you’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to take whenever I want...mine to-” Din hesitated for a second, unable to voice his heart to you even though you’ve bared your soul for him. “Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum...kriffing gods you’re wet, so wet for me. Come on, cum for me again ner Cyare. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how needy this little cunt is, fuck- I...can’t want to have you wrapped around my cock little one. Can’t wait to sink in this pussy, my sweet tight cunt, mark you with my seed, over and over again...fuck a load in you all night long till you can’t feel anything but my cum dripping down your thighs. Shit, I need you to cum, now!” Your mind became foggy with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the words whispered into your ears as his thick fingers fucked into you. You grabbed the wrist of the hand wrapped around your throat, digging your nails into his skin as you came around his fingers. You almost fell forwards but Din held you flush against him, continuing to drive his digits into you and rub at your clit with this thumb until you were sobbing in his arms. 

“Beautiful,” Din kissed your shoulder as he slowly inched his hands away from you before laying you down slowly. His eyes took in the flushed, wet skin of your back, chuckling with pride when he saw your legs shaking as little sobs escaped your lips. Your breaths came in shallow and quick, and you tried to silence your whines by biting into your wrists but then you felt Din slide his hand back and forth on your back as he laid next to you and you shivered under his touch because from the way he was moving closer to you and touching you, there was no way he was done just yet. 

“You’re all I think about, every waking moment. It’s difficult to focus on anything else when you’re always in my mind Cyar'ika. I- I burn for you, for your lips to caress mine every moment, your eyes to never leave mine as I brand you, your skin against my own as you mark me with your touch. I- maker, I cannot think of a life without you here, with me…” Din thought he would have to force himself to say such things but he found it remarkably easy now that he had you here, responding so openly and shamelessly to him.

“Din,” you turned your head and shifted towards him, kissing the hand resting between the two of you before leaning your forehead against his and shutting your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, for as long as you’ll have me.” Din ceased all movement at your words and he looked away from where he was stroking your back, meeting your eyes and furrowing his eyebrows before you felt him grab your arm and pull you on top of him. You surprised gasp died in your throat when you felt Din wrap his arms around your back and bring you against him until you could feel his chest hairs tickling your nipples. You could feel his cock jutting against your core through his pants and as you rested your hands on his chest and looked to him, you saw the frown ease from his expression, replaced with something akin to reverence. 

“I will have you until my dying breath Mesh’la. Let me show you how much I want you.” The force of his declaration hit you instantly and you pressed your lips against his just as you felt him rid himself of his pants. Din’s hands were roaming your back and you felt bolder with every caress, combing your fingers into his hair and pulling on it as he squeezed your ass and bucked into you. The growl emanating from his chest shot straight to your core and you raised yourself from him for a moment.

“Din, I want you. Crave to feel you inside me. Please, do it fast and don’t- don’t be gentle. Show me, show me how much you lo- want me.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your words and he wasted no time, taking hold of his cock and teasing your clit with his leaking tip before slowly inching inside you. You shut your eyes and dug your nails into the back of his neck as he continued to sheath his dick deeper in your cunt. You could feel every ridge and pulsating vein dragging against your inner walls, finally allowing your lungs to breathe as you felt him nudge and twitch against that soft, spongy spot in your core. 

Neither of you moved for a few moments, with Din trying to wrap his mind around finally becoming one with you and feeling you clench so sweetly around him. He was torn between fucking up into you without mercy and taking it nice and slow until he pushed you over the edge again. But then you were gyrating your hips and sighing his name on his cheek and he knew what he wanted. 

Planting his feet on the damp covers, Din held you flush against him with one arm while resting his other hand on your thigh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he snapped his hips up before sinking into you again. You let out a surprised sob and rested your forehead against his shoulder, whispering more pleas against his skin and begging him to move. 

The usually quiet man breathed the sweetest wishes in your ears, thrusting up into you with immense force that made you clench tighter around him. “Ni copad gar an te ca'nara Ad’ika, ni vercopa be gar anay ca. You have made a home for yourself inside my heart.” Din felt your shaky breath blow on his neck and it drove him mad with lust because he wanted to have you reacting to his touch so wantonly every minute of every day. His grip only tightened around you and he prayed you wouldn’t mind the bruises that would surely color your skin in the next few hours. He wasn’t planning on being gentle tonight, perhaps later, but not tonight, and he was going to ensure his touch would be visible for anyone that would speak with you tomorrow. Thoughts of the Marshal passed through his mind’s eye and he growled, pumping his cock into you harshly for some reassurance. You cried out his name over and over again, feeling your skin heat up at the declarations of love he was peppering on your skin because even though his words were gentle, his touches were far from it.

The squelching sounds of your cunt flooding Din’s thighs as he drove himself into you should have embarrassed you but you could tell he enjoyed knowing how wet you were for him from the way he continued to quicken the pace just to hear your juices flowing over him. His grip on you was becoming more painful the more you moved against each other but you couldn’t find it in yourself to let him know. He was letting go, showing you how much he wanted you, how hard he was for you, and you weren’t about to make him feel conscious over his affection.

“Maker...oh Din, Din I- you feel so good inside me. Filling me up like no one else. Could feel you so deep, gods, could feel you everywhere Din please- don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, I need it. Need you, want you- want you to mark me, d-do whatever you want with me.” You had no hold over your own speech and weren’t sure if you were making any sense but Din moaned each time you praised him.

“Good girl, sweet girl...taking my cock so well, kriffing hell. Your- your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of me..could feel every tight inch of you stroking my cock Cyar’ika. Ah pfassk...you’re- you’re perfection.” Din moved the hand around your back up to your neck, pulling on your hair and pressing his lips with yours as his cock throbbed inside you. You whined as his tongue roughly swirled around your own, barely able to breathe as he continued to snap his hips against you and suddenly feeling a rush of relief as his navel rubbed at your clit until you came around him. Din broke the kiss, screaming expletives in his tongue as the force of your orgasm pushed his cock out of you. You shuddered as you gushed on his dick, wrapping your arms around his neck when he forced his cock into your tight cunt again. 

You were so overcome with emotions, so lost in Din’s scent mixing with your own, and his touch leaving bruises on your skin, that you didn’t notice the faint sounds of footsteps coming up the ramp and halting in the middle of the ship right in front of the door. But Din noticed, managing to look up just in time to see Cobb standing in the middle of the ship and staring with wide eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

Something completely otherworldly took over the Mandalorian and he quickly sat up, expertly moving the two of you around until he was kneeling on the covers with you straddling his thighs. He smiled against your shoulder, allowing your hair to hide his face as he grabbed both of your hips and fucked up into you. 

He could vaguely see the Marshal and was surprised that he hadn't dropped the bottle of drink in his hand just yet. You wailed into the night air, arms keeping you stead in Din’s arms as he forced you on his pulsating dick over and over again. 

“Tell me...tell me Cyare, tell me how much you love it when I fuck you. How much you need my cock like the filthy little cockslut you are. Go on sweet girl, grind that little clit on me. Fucking tell me ner Ad’ika.” Din smacked your ass twice, chuckling when your moans grew more lewd with every touch he laid on you.

“I- I- ahhh love your cock...oh maker, no one fucks me like you. N-no one makes me c-cum like you. Fuck me harder D- ahhh,” Din bit down on your shoulder to prevent you from saying his name, looking through the mess of your hair and watching as his audience remained incapable of moving. 

“I own this pretty little pussy. Pffassk- ride me harder Mesh’la. You’re such a good girl, could feel your cunt drenching my thighs, the smell of you is driving me mad. Fuck- keep that pretty mouth open to me when I’m fucking you, let me hear you scream for me.”

“Please- please...fuck me harder, ruin my pussy. Gods- I..I’m so close please. Tell me you own me, tell me I’m you’re sweet girl. Please- I want to be good for you, want you to cum inside me Din...cum inside me. I need it, need you to fuck me like you own me and mark me, make me yours Mando. Cum in me, please-” 

“Ah fuck you’re my sweet little girl aren’t you? Wanting me to fuck a load in you, cum in you all night long and keep my seed in that tight cunt? That’s it sweetheart, I’m so fucking hard for you. Could feel you clenching around me...be a good girl and cum again ner kar'ta. Fuck, yes yes you feel so good wrapped around my cock Cyare you’re going to make me cum. Spill my seed in that tight, wet pussy, fill you up till you can taste it in your throat. Shit, and- and I’m going to keep fucking you sweet girl, till my cum is sliding down your thighs. My little fucktoy- come on, come on love, cum for me. Cum on me, drench me again. Mix your juices with me.” Din watched as Cobb finally had the mind to leave and he almost laughed at how the man almost tripped on his own foot as he sprinted out of the ship. He pushed you on your back and spread your thighs open, resting his weight on the arms around your head as he thrust in a few more times before he felt you clench around him. Leaning down, Din took a pert nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, growling into your skin as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls with long strings of his seed until he couldn’t breathe. He’d never cum this hard before and was sure to tell you when you had the state of mind to pay him any semblance of attention.

Din continued to lazily push into you, your words from earlier replaying in his mind as he felt you quiver around his softening cock. You were still coming down from your high and twitched occasionally when you felt him throb inside you. There was a pleasant kind of warmth washing over you and you sighed happily when you realized he was still bucking against you to push his cum in your belly. 

“D-din...you’re filling me up so good. Feel so full ah- gah.” He laughed when your body shook, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you around until you were laying on his chest. You kissed his jaw and his neck, moaning in unison when you felt his dick rub against that sweet spot inside you. 

“That’s because I’ve never cum this hard sweet girl. You’ve milked me dry Cyare. Could feel you sucking my seed out of me.” He was amazed at your obvious embarrassment, wanting to tease you about it but choosing to wait for later instead.

Din rubbed at your back, kissing your forehead as he whispered sweet things in your ears and smiling when you nipped at his neck some more. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave.” Din’s quiet voice broke the silence and you pushed up to look into his eyes as you responded. “I’m not going anywhere, even if you tell me to go. I’ll stay here, always. I promise.” You kissed him gently and felt his pulse beneath your fingers calm at your words. 

Not much time has passed before Din had you on your knees in front of him, fucking your mouth and shoving you down on his cock until you gagged and his seed slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with your spit as it fell down your breasts. You lost count of how many times he brought you pleasure, and you made a mental note to ask him how he managed to fuck you all night long. You weren’t sure it was possible for a man to cum this many times over the course of one night but you had a feeling Din was not like anyone else. A man who has been touch starved for almost three decades must have had a lot of pent-up aggression that he needed to release. And you would gladly help him in any shape or form through that. 

And when he wasn’t pumping your cunt full of his cum, he was nuzzling into your neck and laying kisses across your arms, making sure he caressed every inch of your skin. You shouldn’t have been surprised that Din loved to snuggle with you but you did find it hilarious that such a big and scary Mandalorian whimpered when you licked down his neck as you nestled into his arms. You wouldn’t tell him just yet but besides his rough grasps and his filthy words, you loved to taste the saltiness of his skin and from the looks of it, the feelings were mutual because at some point in the night, he’d told you of all the times he had to lock himself up in the refresher and try his hardest to not think of your sweaty limbs entangling with his own as he kissed you.

By the time the two of you made it outside the following day, the twin suns had already been in the middle of the sky, scorching rays of heat on everyone across Mos Pelgo. You tried your hardest not to walk too funny, mostly because it made Din apologize every now and then, but it was difficult when you could still feel traces of his touch on you. You told him you needed him to stop making it obvious but realized he was apologizing out of regret not out of humor. It took you all of the afternoon to convince him that you were feeling more than okay and that you’d asked him for this. And when he didn’t seem to stop, you teased him and told him that you knew he secretly loved watching you wobble from side to side. 

This all, however, peaked when you walked into the cantina and tried to play Sabbac with Cobb Vanth and the others. You could tell that the Marshal was avoiding all conversation with you, going out of his way to pretend you weren’t even sitting on the table, let alone the room. You hoped that Mando hadn’t spoken with him or anything and decided to call it quits earlier in the night. When you did make it back to the ship and saw Din cleaning his weapons, you made sure the ship was secure before moving to sit on the bed across from him.

“Did you talk to Cobb today?” You gauged his reaction, already sensing that something was wrong when you saw him nervously clench his jaw before rubbing furiously at the beskar weapon.

“No, why do you ask?” Din wished he hadn’t already taken off his helmet because as soon as he responded, you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

“Din?”

He looked up at you and cleared his throat before speaking.

“He- he saw us...last night. I- I must have forgotten to raise the ramp and-” Din took a deep breath when you shot up from the cot and began to pace back and forth. 

“HE WHAT?”

“We were...I couldn’t- there wasn’t a chance I could…you felt too good around me Ad’ika I- I couldn’t stop. Not when you were clenching around me so tightly. Now when you were finally in my arms. I-” He stood up and walked towards you, taking your hands into his and kissing both of your wrists. You flushed at his words and looked up at him, only to find him blushing under your gaze. 

“You did it on purpose didn't you? You wanted him to see...to watch as you- as we...as I said-” Din didn’t let you finish the sentence, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he walked you back to his bed. He pushed you down on the covers still holding your scents, his hold hardening the more you moaned against him. Before he could strip you of your clothes, you pushed him off and stuck out your finger in warning.

“Oh no you don’t. Go raise the ramp.”

“You’re giving me orders now Mesh’la?” Din raised an eyebrow at you as he got off of you and walked around the bed, halting at the doorstep to look back at you.

“Never…”

Translations:

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - my/mine

Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum - mine to love

Ni copad gar an te ca'nara - I want you all the time.

Ni vercopa be gar anay ca - I dream of you every night. 

Ner kar'ta - my heart

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I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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ANNOUNCEMENT 1: Request is now opened and I will be changing the capacity of requests. 3 requests to 8 requests.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I would like to say, thank you! Thank you to all of you. I reached 200 followers, I thought I would never reach this. I guess this could be a 200 follower special?

A/n: Again thank you all. Bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓 see you next time

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Fully Completely 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, blood

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: It’s me again, ya girl. We get more Loki and tomorrow more Zemo and I’ll see if I can get more done through the week + headcanons!

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

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Chapter 4: Bring me back in shackles

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You lunged at Loki with a snarl. The cold air flew up the bottom of your shirt and reminded you of your naked legs. You clawed at his throat as he caught your wrists and held you at bay, your feet fiery on the bitter ice. He kept you in an awkward dance and suddenly you were plummeting back as he hooked his leg around yours and swiped it sideways.

You hollered as you slipped but were caught before you could meet the hard ground. Korg hooked his arms under yours and put you right. You jabbed your elbow into his ribs and turned on him as he yelped in surprise.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.”

Korg stopped you from swinging at Loki and you turned to aim your fist at him instead. He dodged it and you sensed the crowd forming along the street as the flames and sirens drew the club from The Asp. Your ire diverted as you saw Bucky stride down the sidewalk and you stormed away from the large redhead.

“You see this? See what he’s done?” you shrieked, “you just gonna stand there.”

Bucky said nothing as he came to a stop and his men watched you in shock as you raged in little more than your tee shirt. You were so angry you could hardly feel the cold. The smoke tickled your nose and you looked again at your burning shop.

“Nothing! You coward!” you lurched forward and Jerome kept you from reaching Bucky as he came between you.

“Hey, don’t. Don’t. You’re gonna get yourself killed,” he hissed under his breath, “stop!”

“Stop? Don’t you get it. He’s letting this happen. He as good as set the fire himself,” you fought against your brother as whispers swirled in the air, “it’s my shop!”

Someone snapped their fingers and again there was movement behind you. Korg’s large hand settled on your arm and he tugged. Jerome kept a hold of your other elbow and glared at back at him.

“What are you doing?” he squeezed your arm.

“Jerome,” Bucky said, arms crossed and unmoving on the sidewalk, “let her go.”

“She’s my sister, I’m not going to let them--”

“You’ll do what I say,” Bucky insisted, “your sister made her choice, time to make yours.”

Jerome looked between you and the biker. Bucky wouldn’t even looked at you and the woman a few feet behind him, his girl, watched in terror. She stepped forward and touched his arm. She whispered to him and he shrugged her off.

“I won’t tell you again, Jerome,” Bucky growled, “you’re a part of this club, you don’t just leave.”

Jerome inhaled and stared at you. You saw his eyes glistened and he gulped. His hand dropped from your arm and he backed away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and hung his head.

“Disgusting,” you sneered, “all of you.”

Korg dragged you back and you tried to twist free.

“You’re a coward, Bucky Barnes,” you yelled as kicked out, “you’re all a bunch of cowards.”

Korg hooked his arm around you and lifted you easily. You flailed and wriggled in his grasp, tossing your head back and just missing his jaw as he grunted. He turned and walked back towards Loki. You saw his green eyes and the way they glimmered over his smug grin.

“Fuck all of you!” you barked as the chattering voices grew louder, “all of you!”

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As you neared the old Victorian house where Bucky had Loki holed up, you didn’t stop snarling and clawing at your captor. Korg had you over his thick shoulder but walked silently as if you weren’t even there. When Loki got close enough, you reached out for him and several times he snickered and sidestepped you.

You latched onto the door frame as Korg tried to carry you inside and after a moment, he wrenched you away so hard your fingers bent back. You hissed and twisted on his shoulder until he was forced to put you back on your feet. He gripped your wrist as Loki closed the door and you were too quick for the larger man to get you under control.

He grabbed your elbow only as you shot your foot out and caught Loki in the crotch. The lithe man grunted and stumbled back. He leaned a hand on the wall as he bent over and held his breath. Korg hooked his arms through your other and kept your arms behind your back as he reined you in.

There was a stark silence as Loki stood straight and coughed. He rolled his shoulders and looked down his nose.

“Take her upstairs,” he pointed along the ancient banisters.

You were forced away from the thinner man and your toes hit each step painfully as you tried to kick back.

“Let me go!” you grunted and threw your head back into his shoulder, “why the fuck do you listen to that asshole? Come on--”

“He’s the boss,” Korg said lightly as he struggled with along the creaky hallway.

“You’re just as bad as him, you bastard,” you threw your feet out and planted them on the door frame as he tried to veer you through.

“Look, miss, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, “but if they boss tells me to, I will.”

He pulled you back and quickly angled you past the door frame. You stomped his feet but he barely noticed and turned to face Loki as he entered, keeping you at bay as another eruption of anger swept through you.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you know that?” you snarled, “I’m going to bash that dumb look off your face, you mother fucker--”

Loki rolled his eyes and his lips pursed as he ignored you and went to the closet. He pulled out a leather duffel and searched through a small case. He revealed a pair of cuffs and you scoffed.

“Oh no, no, no,” you wriggled wildly, “you can’t be serious. Let me out of here.”

“Well, darling, since you’ve felt it necessary to assault me and threaten me further, I can only take the proper precautions,” he kept away from you as he rounded Korg, “this should do, bring her here.”

You were wrestled over to the wall as Loki waited by the ridged radiator. It took several minutes for them to get your wrist hooked in the metal cuff, the other locked around thick leg of the heater before it hooked into the wall. Korg let you go and both men stepped away as you lashed out at them, only to yank on your shoulder painfully and fall back.

“That should hold her for the night,” Loki waved away the other man, “get your sleep. We have some driving to do tomorrow.”

“You can’t keep me here,” you sneered, “you’re crazy!”

“I’m crazy? You who gives me demands as you sit bound?” he chuckled and shed his coat and then his suit jacket, both carefully folded over the back of the antique chair, “and on the authority of this town’s keeper, I can do whatever I want with you…” he turned as he unlooped his tie, “and I surely will find many things to do to you.”

He dropped his tie on the polished table and unbuttoned his cuffs. He then worked on the buttons along the front and shrugged out of it. He flung it into the tall basket and sat to untie his shoes. You wanted to laugh as he was surely still slipping and sliding around in those things.

You looked away as he continued to undress. You boiled in rage and hatred as your lip curled. You pulled on the cuff until it hurt. You gave up and looked at him as he sat on the wide queen bed.

“You know what, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hit girls, right?” you taunted.

He lifted a brow and reached over to pull the chain on the lamp. The room went dark and you watched his dark silhouette lay across the bed.

“Good night,” he slithered, “you should be cozy.”

“Sleep tight, princess,” you spat.

He sighed and there was a brief lull. He got up suddenly and moved through the dark. He grabbed the tie off the table and approached you. He kicked your leg aside as you darted your foot out again and he gripped your chin. He straddled you and forced the silk deep into your mouth.

“I don’t want to have to cut that tongue out… yet.” He squeezed your chin and backed off of you.

He went back to the bed and you kept your eyes on the legs of the table. You could not spit out the tie or make a noise around it. You hit your head on the wall and hissed through your nose. You bent your legs to your chest and pulled them under your shirt. 

The chill finally broke through your fury. Your feet were raw from standing outside in the cold and even the heat of the radiator hardly helped. You smelled of smoke and it reminded you of your rude awakening. You tugged on the cuff again and it clinked. 

Even if you weren’t cuffed, you wouldn’t have slept. You were too angry and heartbroken. That man burned down your livelihood, he wouldn’t get anything else.

💀

You dozed here and there but woke with your back wracked each time. You sat against the wall, too stubborn to curl up on your side like you truly wanted to. When you woke for the last time, the room lightening with the dull winter morning, you felt a pressure in your bladder.

You groaned and stretched your legs. The night came back to you and you pulled again at the metal cuff. You wiggled it until it made an annoying metallic clicking but it was hardly loud enough to disturb the other person in the room. You knocked on the metal with your knuckles and you heard the soft snort.

“Stop that,” Loki’s voice was rough from fatigue, “I mean it, stop.”

You kept on until he rose and stomped over to you in his silken pajamas, his top entirely bare. You’d been too worked up to notice before. It only meant he was vulnerable. You stopped as he got close and you pushed yourself up on one foot and kicked at him. He caught your ankle and then grasped your other and pulled your legs out from under you.

“Enough,” he growled, “enough.”

You made a face at him as his tie remained firmly lodged in your mouth. You tried to talk past it and he tilted his head and huffed. You stilled and attempted another word. He poked his fingers between your lips and pulled on the tie. He retracted his hand right before you bit down.

“Darling, you tread a thin line,” he warned as he tossed the tie away, “if you didn’t insist on being such a pest, you might spend the nights to come on something a little more comfortable.”

“Fuck you,” you spat.

His eyes flipped to the ceiling and his jaw tensed. You wanted to grin but you also really had to go.

“I have to pee,” you said, “but if you’d rather, I can just let it go right here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he tutted and stood, “a little patience would do us both a favour.”

“I have no desire to do you any favours,” you snapped.

“Yes, but I might do you one,” he took the key and hung it from his index finger, “or I might take your suggestion and let you languish in your own filth.”

You sucked in your cheeks and flared your nostrils. You let out a long breath and raised your free hand defenselessly. “Fine, my bladder’s about to burst.”

He neared you cautiously and bent to uncuff you. He swiftly latched onto your wrist and dragged you to your feet. You pulled back your other hand in a fist and he pointed his finger in your face.

“Don’t,” he warned pointedly.

You shook away the anger and dropped your arm. He drew you after him and led you to the doorway on the other side of the bed. He let you through into the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

“One minute, darling,” he said from the other side, “remember this kindness the next time you think to strike me.”

You made faces at yourself in the mirror and rolled your eyes. You slid down your panties and sat to let forth the building stream. When you finished, you rinsed your hands and heard a tap on the door.

“I’m coming in, darling, I do hope you’re decent,” he purred grossly.

You reached out to the folded straight razor as the handle turned and backed away from the door. He took a step in as you opened the blade and you lunged at him without pause. He caught your hand and squeezed it painfully. He spun you and threw you against the wall.

“Oh, darling, did you think I forgot about that?” he snickered as he freed the razor from your grasp, “you are too predictable.”

He aimed the end of the blade at your neck and you flattened yourself against the wall. He poked the top of your shirt with and hooked it under the cotton. He slashed through the fabric easily and you felt the hot slice down your chest, shallow but enough to bleed as the incision quickly grew hot.

“The next will not be so nice,” he warned and folded up the razor, “now,” he threw it into the sink and grabbed your arm, “back to the beginning for you.”

You elbowed him and he snaked his arm around your neck. He locked you in a hold and forced you across the room He bent you and stretched out your arm painfully, just enough to hook you in the cuff again. He retreated quickly as you struck out at him again and he laughed as you were pulled back by the metal.

“You will remain thus until you can show me you can behave and I promise you, you will not outlast me,” he smirked, “if you might take some time and truly think, you will realise what I could do for you instead of to you.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you sat against the wall and splayed your feet out, “fucking asshole.”

“Well,” he said, “you do need some clothes, I expect, and I need some proper boots as you suggested yourself. The roads have cleared you did a brilliant job on your repairs so I will be spending the day in the city,” he stretched his arms above him as he strode around the room, “I’m certain you will be just fine without me but it would do you well to miss me.”

“That’s amazing, some peace and fucking quiet,” you retorted as you pulled the slashed front of your shirt closed and your hot blood seeped into the cotton, “I think I’ll like that a lot.”

[ehbeeseedih]

Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards. 

You can check out my other stories at AFF.  Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.  

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin​ for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.” 

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon. 

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions. 

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow. 

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight. 

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling  you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you. 

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.” 

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?” 

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?” 

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.” 

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?” 

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow. 

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse. 

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere. 

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to. 

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her. 

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob. 

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans. 

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.” 

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans. 

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off. 

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.” 

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.” 

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.  

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica. 

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again? 

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek. 

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?” 

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom. 

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek. 

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.” 

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it. 

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up. 

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.” 

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.” 

“Yes. Please mommy.” 

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.” 

She ignored you. 

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so. 

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere. 

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity. 

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it. 

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?” 

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.” 

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.” 

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions. 

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.” 

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.” 

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.” 

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.” 

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.” 

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.” 

“It feels great, please don’t stop.” 

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?” 

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.” 

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.” 

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies. 

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today. 

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies. 

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance. 

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.” 

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom. 

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience. 

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck. 

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey. 

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days. 

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely. 

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed. 

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom 

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.” 

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers” 

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.” 

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed. 

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.” 

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex. 

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions. 

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed. 

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up. 

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber. 

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her. 

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?” 

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.” 

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position 

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?” 

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.” 

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back. 

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front. 

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch. 

“No panties?” 

“Shut up, just go.” 

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior. 

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy. 

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby. 

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.  

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area. 

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there. 

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy. 

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with. 

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone. 

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society. 

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy. 

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him. 

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind. 

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home. 

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least. 

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep. 

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash. 

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light. 

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you. 

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought. 

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours” 

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that. 

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin. 

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving. 

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it. 

“I wish for you to praise me.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life. 

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down. 

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh” 

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you. 

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you. 

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.” 

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you. 

“One more round?” 

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.” 

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead. 

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous. 

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep. 

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything. 

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been. 

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.” 

An idea suddenly struck you,  “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?” 

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.” 

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?” 

“Yes! Yes!” 

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall. 

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve. 

[maliby]

Ride ~ jjk (m)

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem. Reader ↬ Story Genre: stripper!au, SMUT, PWP ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes ↬ Word count: 5.2K   ↬ Summary: It all started with Jungkook inviting you for his new performance tonight. It all ended with you and Jungkook fucking like rabbits in the back room.

A/N: THIS is what Jeon Jungkook makes me do. I was in the middle of writing a new chapter for When the Night Comes and I just could stop my urges to destroy him in that fucking outfit. Anyways....hope all my fellow hoes enjoy <3

P.S.- If you want that extra umph in the strip scene, please listen to the song “Usher - Trading Places”, I promise you it’s double worth it ;)

You looked at the text message Jungkook had sent you as you were on your Uber to ‘The G Spot’. A wicked grin spread on your face as you felt your excitement grow with the thought of his performance.

You first met Jungkook when you were out drowning your sorrows in vodka. Your boyfriend of five years had dumped you because you spent too much time at your new job and you ended up spending the night in Jungkook’s bed. 

That night he told you he was a male performer of some sorts that went by the stage name ‘Rider’ at the famous ‘G Spot’ club. He’d do some sexy performances on stage (most of the time they were themed) but, some times, he’d also work as a gigolo. Clients would pay to take him to one of the back rooms and, if he was interested in the client and/or the money they were offering, he’d have sex with them. Since then, you’d become a pretty regular customer of the club and Jungkook.

“We’re here miss,” the Uber driver mentioned, interrupting your thoughts.

“Thank you.” You left the car and looked up at the big purple neon sign saying ‘The G Spot’. You took out your purse to retrieve your membership card and walked right in, immediately showing it to the bouncer that then confirmed your identity.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice of the owner Maria greeted you as soon as you entered. “Rider mentioned you’d be popping by,” she smirked.

“Hi, honey!” You gave her a quick hug and followed her to the bar, watching her start working on your usual vodka cranberry. “Sugar told me he had a very special performance and wanted me to watch.”

“And you couldn’t miss it,” she teased as she slid you the glass with your drink.

“Well, you’ve seen him,” you took a sip and hummed, signalling that you liked the taste of the drink.

“Oh, believe me, if I wasn’t his boss I’d definitely give him something to ride if you know what I mean,” you choked at her confession, sharing a good laugh with her.

“Right sweety, you better go sit, the show’s about to start.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to lose my spot. When is he coming on?”

“First Black Magic is gonna take the stage and Rider will be right after him,” Maria told you as she cleaned the balcony of the bar. 

The news came as a surprise to you. Usually, Jungkook would close the show since he was one of, if not the best, performers in the club. The news was especially weird since he said he had a new routine and normally when that happened he would always close the show.

“He’s second?!” The look of surprise on your face probably came as no surprise to Maria. In fact, you were sure it didn’t due to her expression of understanding.

“Yeah, I don’t know why either. He begged me to be second and usually, I’m really particular about the show but since it was him I accepted. That and V Jay and RoMeo have a special number prepared for tonight, so I let them be last.”

“Weird…” You both stood in silence for a few seconds before you remembered you had to go get your seat before someone else did. “Well, I’m gonna take a sit.” You pointed to the chairs and booths and gave her a small smile.

“Go, go, honey. Enjoy the show!” She waved you goodbye before she turned to get a customer’s order.

You sat down right at the front - as Jungkook had instructed - and waited for a few minutes while you sipped on your drink. 

About ten minutes later the show started. You had watched Black Magic perform before and even though he wasn’t as good as the other guys (seeing that he was quite new to this) he still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Tonight he was doing his ‘Anaconda’ performance. He walked in dressed as a zookeeper with a fake anaconda on his shoulders and once his Anaconda remix commenced playing he started to slide the fake snake all over his body. Then he began to undress, revealing his delicious oily chocolate abs and climbed off the stage making his way to you. He put the fake snake around your neck and pulled you towards him so your face was right in his abs.

“Lick,” he ordered in a low raspy voice, getting you all hot and bothered.

You obliged. 

You licked him from the hem of his shorts up to his pecks, the crowd around you going wild. He tasted coconutty, and you were pretty sure he had spread coconut oil on his body before the show.

After making the rounds to a few more girls Black Magic went back on stage and that’s when he took his shorts off, standing in just his g-string and showing off the outline of the ‘Anaconda’ between his legs.

Soon, he started humping everything on stage, simulating sex in such an erotic way that had all the people in the audience in a complete trance.

He was good. You had to give him that, but he was not Rider. Rider could completely destroy you just with his eyes. Just those feral looks he gave were more than enough to make you hump the fucking chair.

You completely spaced out thinking about Rider and when you came back to it everyone was clapping, making you realize that Black Magic had finished his performance. When your eyes focused on the performer he was already leaving the stage, taking his money and clothes with him.

You called for the waiter and pointed to your empty glass, signalling him that you’d like another vodka cranberry - you needed to feel the buzz of the alcohol if you ever were planning on surviving Rider’s performance tonight.

The drink came and you immediately drank half of it, feeling the build-up of anticipation. You didn’t know why but you were starting to get nervous, your leg bouncing up and down. You decided you’d go check Instagram as you waited, but as soon as you opened the app the lights turned down and focused on one spot on the curtains.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to have the ride of your life?” You chuckled at the announcer’s silly pun. The audience around you rilled up, already deciphering from his pun who was coming up next. Rider sure was a fan favourite. 

“Then I want to hear you scream loud and clear for Rideeeeer!”

The crowd went wild, but not as wild as your beating heart. Something about this performance was telling you you were about to be in for a crazy ride and when the song “Trading Places” by Usher started playing you knew you were absolutely right.

When Rider opened up the curtain and came onto the stage your jaw dropped. He was wearing a loose leopard print shirt that had a ‘v-cut’ so low you could see part of his defined chest and abs. On top of that, he was wearing a loose flowy red robe with black details that matched the colour of his pants, the latter ones though, being so tight you could see every little detail of his meaty thighs. His hair was loosely sleeked back, a stray piece of hair dangling right in front of his killer eyes. 

“Fuck,” you muttered as you took in the view.

Rider was handsome, there was never any doubt in that, but this fucking outfit? You were damn sure every single pussy in this place was wet just by staring at him.

Hey, I know what you’ used to We gon’ do something different tonight

Rider started walking to the centre of the stage as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. The lethal look on his eyes made you think of all the times he looked at you like that, like he was about to fucking devour you - which he did.

Now we gonna do this thing a lil' different tonight You gon' come over and pick me up in your ride

He spread his legs almost in a squat position, emphasizing his thick thighs, and ran his hand from his chest all the way down to his crotch. He grabbed his crotch and looked straight at the audience, making a ‘come here’ sign with his other hand - the crowd went wild. 

After this, he gave a little twirl and slid half of his dark red robe off (letting it stay in the middle of his arms) and started body rolling. Your throat got dry, making you swallow your own saliva.

Nobody body rolled like him. He was so fluid and sharp at the same time. The combination of his sinful body movements and his facial expressions being the added bonus. You could swear he could make anyone want him - you sure did.

Then everything stopped for you. He looked you right in the eyes and, at that same instant, you felt a wave of arousal slid past your folds and straight to your panties.

He smirked.

He knew the power he had over you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger and all he had to do was to say when and where.

Then, he started to seductively walk towards the stairs - he was coming down to the audience.

He kept looking straight at you as he made his way down the stairs and you felt your heartbeat rise - he was coming in your direction.

You started to smile like an idiot until he walked right past you and went to the table right next to yours. The group of five friends on a bachelorette party went ecstatic (as you would) while you on the other hand felt nothing but annoyance. He was toying with you. Teasing was Rider’s favourite game, a game which he would often play with you and it drove you absolutely mad.

He made his way to the bride and practically straddled her, taking in her hands and making her feel his defined abs as he body rolled.

I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, tell me you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

You shouldn’t be jealous, this was his job and you two had by no means a serious relationship but you hated the way he was toying with you. You also hated that your jealousy was exactly what he wanted.

Fucking Jeon Jungkook.

The bride’s screams got even louder as Rider got off of her and spread her legs. He supported himself on the chair’s arms and started to simulate sex with her, thrusting his hips towards her crotch.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it.

Then, Rider got off from her and turned around, looking straight at you. Your heart jumped once more. He made his way towards you and this time he stopped right in front of you with a devious smile on his face. He straddled you, just like he did the girl before you and grabbed your hand, only this time he pulled his leopard shirt from underneath his pants and placed your hand on his bare skin.

You had felt up his abs a million times before, but the action never failed to make you all hot and bothered. His abs were a perfect six-pack, like a chocolate bar ready to be eaten up. You remember all the times you played with his abs as he has your fingers running up through each of his individual muscles. 

One, two, three, four, five and six.

He then runs your hand lower so you could palm his hard cock. 

You knew the dancers would pump up their dicks backstage so it would look extra big on stage and cause a better reaction, but by the way he was looking at you and biting his lip you couldn’t help but feel like he was horny because of you, and not some pump.

Then, he let’s go of your hand and rips his shirt wide open, now exposing all of his glossy defined muscles.

“Fuck.”

He removed his red robe and gave it a little twirl so the garment would become like a long scarf. He then softly ran the robe from your belly, straight between your cleavage and up your neck. The tingling sensation was so soft and arousing that you instantly felt your nipples perk up and the ache between your legs grow bigger, making you rub yourself on the chair.

He threw the robe onto the stage and got even closer to you, his covered crotch just centimetres away. Then, out of nowhere, and as a contrast to the soft movement of the robe, he grabs you by your hair and sharply hip thrusts to the sound of the music towards your mouth, simulating oral sex.

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it,

When you feel like you are ready to risk it all and suck him right there in front of everyone he lets go of your hair and turns around to go back on the stage. You let go of the breath you now realized were holding. This man was truly testing all your limits.

He got to stage and discarded his ruined leopard print shirt, now only having the form-fitting red pants on. He turns to the audience and mouths the line from the song: “Where you want me?”

The guitar starts playing and Usher starts moaning, and that’s when it all goes to shit. Rider does his signature move where he does a handstand and slowly comes down in a wave and starts fucking the floor.

Oh oh Oh oh You baby Give it to me baby Oh oh Oh oh

You cross your legs and can’t help but squeeze tight to alleviate the ache in your dripping core. The crowd was going wild, the screams getting louder but to you, it felt like you couldn’t even hear them; it felt like only you and Rider were there, and that he was showing off just for you.

The way in which his thrusts become more powerful, the way his veins on his muscular arms pop out, the way he imitates the moans at the same time as the vocalist’s were driving you insane and you were one step closer to just sneak your hand between your legs and play with yourself, not even caring about where you were.

After presumably making the floor pregnant, Rider changes positions and lays on his back. This time, instead of fucking the floor, he places his hands on an imaginary person on top of him and fucks the air instead, just as the song says:

You get on top tonight I'm on the bottom Cause we trading places When I can’t take no more, you say you ain't stopping 'Cause we trading places

As the instruments in the song start to quite down (signalling the ending of the song), Rider gets up and faces the audience with the most sinful grin. He teasingly pops the button of his pants and slides down the zipper, his bulgy dick expanding immediately under his white underwear. Then, he slides his hand under his underwear and shamelessly palms himself. If he wasn’t a professional who had all his angles studied, there was no way he could conceal his cock from the audience with just one hand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and you cursed him for it. 

The song was about to end and you were curious about the big finish. Whatever it was, you were damn sure it would leave you gasping for air.

Sure enough, you were right.

Just as the instrumental hits its last notes, Rider gives one last teasing smirk and as he takes his dick out of its confinement the lights go out leaving, quite literally, everyone in the dark.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the show you just witnessed and the erotic sensations it brought in you.

This was why he wanted you to come so badly? To fucking tease you? That motherfucker. There was no way you could just sit there and watch. There was no fucking way you could just sit there and go back to your normal life - and you wouldn’t.

Downing the last of your drink you grabbed your purse and made your way to the owner Maria who was currently behind the bar.

When you requested the back room with Rider to Maria you were surprised to find out it had already been booked in your name - the owner smugly telling you that Rider had booked it for you.

You were pissed. Not in a bad way, but still fucking pissed.

You couldn’t help but pace around as you waited for Rider in the back room - sipping on a glass of champagne that came with the package. Your mind was racing, thinking about how he had invited you here, teased you beyond belief and booked you the back room alone with him without telling you. He knew you were going to cave, he knew you’d want a taste and it drove you fucking mad that he could manipulate you like that.

The sound of the door opening made you snap your head in its direction.

The first thing you notice is his exposed torso, Rider only wearing the red pants and robe from the performance earlier. The second was the fucking smug look on his face.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the show?” He asked in a velvety voice after he closed the door and made his way to you to give you a kiss - you dodged. If he kissed you now, it would be game over for you, and you needed to make him suffer just like he did you.

“What the fuck was that?” You poked his chest with an accusatory finger, but he was so strong that he didn’t move.

“Just my new routine.” He pretended that he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the look on his face told a whole different story.

“Just your new routine?” You scoffed before you continued. “You tell me to come and sit in the first row. Then, you come in dressing like that,” you look down at his outfit to show what you were talking about but immediately regret it once you notice the tent in his tight pants. “You tease me like there’s no tomorrow and then you book this fucking room for me?”

“Don’t be silly Y/N, I just wanted to show you, as one of my best clients, my brand new act.” He took a brief pause before he continued again, this time in a slightly different tone, “And if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one I teased.”

He tried to sound breezy but you saw right through his act. If he wanted to play then that was what he was going to get.

“Is that so?” You asked in a knowing tone, him just humming in response. “Well then, if I recall correctly, you weren’t the only one who teased me. Maybe I should go book a room with Black Magic instead.”

His whole expression changed. The playfulness in him was now completely gone, only a dark jealous look remaining.

He took several steps forward cornering you into a wall, excitement pooling down between your legs. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about another man.”

Any other day and you’d completely sub for him, a look from him being enough to have you on your knees but today...today you were feeling like you wanted to put up a fight. “Or what?”

He moved in closer to your ear to whisper: “Or I’ll use your pretty little pussy like my personal cum dumpster and leave you here with a creamy cunt that didn’t get the chance to orgasm.”

You tried to remain calm but your erratic breathing gave you away, making him chuckle. “You’d like that?”

When his hand touched your knee you couldn’t help but feel startled, his touch at this point turning you on beyond belief.

“You would. My little slut.” You couldn’t see his smirk, because his face was now buried in your neck, but you could definitely hear it in his voice.

“I can just imagine you fingering your creamy pussy just to get off,” his hand starts travelling up your exposed thigh and starts playing with the hem of your skirt, making you go wild. “If I close my eyes I can already see my cum overflowing and running down your perfect little asshole.” His other hand grabbed your right breast and started massaging it over your shirt, making you release a tiny little moan.

What was happening to you? He was winning. You couldn’t let him win. You had to do something now.

With the inner strength you didn’t even know you had in yourself you took a deep breath and pushed him away, your senses immediately clearing as you no longer felt his intoxicating smell so close.

He was shocked, and his shock only gave you that more strength.

“I think you’ll find that it’s actually the opposite Jungkook.” Usually, while you were with him in the club you would never call him by his real name, but this time you felt like it gave the moment a more serious tone, and you definitely wanted him to take you seriously.

“You think you’re some big shot?” You scoffed and made your way towards him, this time you being the one who backs him up against the big red leather sofa with the big red neon sign that said “Sex” just above it. You gave him one little push and he fell back, you towering over him for a change.  

“You are here for me to use. I pay you, so…” you lower yourself down and sit right on top of his bulge, your skirt hoisting up. “...I’m gonna fuck you until my pussy gets its fill and then I’m gonna leave you with a hard red leaky cock that’s aching to be milked dry.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter, but he didn’t say anything either, giving you the courage to continue.

You pressed your core even harder on his cock and started grinding, a tiny hiss leaving both your mouths. “I can just imagine your frustrated face, fisting your cock as you imagine it’s my cunt. Going at it so hard and fast that your lungs can barely keep up. Parting your pretty little lips to moan my name…”

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards to feel you even better, the sensation driving you absolutely mad. 

You looked into each other’s eyes, tension building as you felt each other up. Your hands ran down his exposed chest as his squeezed your ass. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, those sinful lips that had made you feel extraordinary sensations so many times before - he chuckled.

“You’re cute when you try to be a dom.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look straight into his dark lustful eyes, “are you going to fucking kiss me or do I have to beg for it?”

Feeling affected that he described your actions as “cute” you harshly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him forward so his lips could crash into yours.

The kiss was erratic. Hungry. Animalistic. Needy. Everything.

You slid his robe down his muscular biceps exposing his protruding veins and sexy tattoos and as soon as he was finished discarding the garment to the middle of the room he grabbed your white shirt by the cleavage and ripped it right open throwing the destroyed shirt to the place where his robe was.

“That shirt was expensive,” you say between breaths as he frees your mouth to kiss you down your neck.

“Fuck the shirt, I want you.” He bit a piece of skin on your chest and tugged on it with his teeth as he slid the straps of your bra down, your skin forming tiny little bumps from the sensation of his fingers running through it.

“Rider…” you moaned as his mouth got closer and closer to your breasts, your hips grinding on him harder.

“Call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook…” you moaned as he moved your bra down, the rough seam bumping against your sensitive nipples. His lips immediately claimed one of your hardened peeks, the other one being left at the mercy of his tattooed fingers.

You picked up your pace and started dry humping like a madwoman, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your announcement made Jungkook toy with your nipples harder, twisting and pulling until you were cumming undone, his name coming out of your mouth like a mantra.

Not having any time to breathe, Jungkook picked you up and threw you to the couch, the feeling of the leather on your bare hot skin making you slightly uncomfortable. Before you even had time to ask him what he was doing, he was pulling your panties down and diving in straight to your core, your legs closing in on his head due to the sensitivity.

“Jungkook, I wanna suck your cock…” you whined as he inserted one of his middle fingers inside of you.

“Sorry love, no sucking today. I just want to be buried inside of you.” He started to suck on your clit and after working his finger in for a little bit he added another. You could tell he was in a rush to fuck you and that turned you on even more.

He curled up his fingers inside you making you moan even louder and you thanked your lucky stars the room was soundproof. You were so wet that you could hear it perfectly clear, a sound so lewd that made your whole temperature rise.

Very soon you were feeling your orgasm building once more and, this time, you could tell it was stronger than the other. “Fuck baby, give me more…”

Like a soldier taking orders, he promptly added a third finger and at that moment you knew you weren’t gonna last much longer. In fact, all it took was 10 more seconds of him finger-fucking you while flicking your clit with his tongue and you were spiralling down in pleasure once more, this time on his mouth. “Jungkook...”

You lied there with your eyes closed for what felt like an eternity - the need to catch your breath and calm your heart way too big - but when you finally opened them, Jungkook was standing next to you all naked slowly pumping his cock.

“Sssss...Y/N, don’t fucking look at me like that or I’m gonna bust-”

Feeling your dom persona getting back into action, you got up and threw him down on the black fluffy rug - its fluffy texture being much more pleasant than the leather of the couch. You placed your legs on both sides of him and crouched down. His dick was so hard it was standing straight up, almost like it was waiting for you to sink down on it. So, not being able to resist it any longer, you simply grabbed it and sat right on top of him.

“Fuck, such a fucking tight cunt for me-” You shut him up by putting your hand on his mouth and started riding him like you were at a fucking rodeo.

You were feeling drunk on sex. His cock was hitting you on all the right places (like it always did), his hands were grabbing your hips so hard you were sure they were gonna leave a mark and the sight of his bulging muscles glistening with sweat was driving you into absolute madness.

You were fucking at a mad speed, even you didn’t know where all that strength had come from, but if someone saw you right now they’d probably think you had taken some drugs. Eventually, though, your body started to grow tired and Jungkook noticed that, so he let go of your hips and pulled you onto him. Your head nuzzled on his neck and he started to fucking drill you up.

“Oh shit, shit, shit…” You moaned into his neck, a mix of his cologne and sweat hitting your nostrils.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long baby.”

Hearing his confession you snaked your arm between your bodies and frantically rubbed your clit so you could cum at the same time. The work on your abused clit didn’t last long though, making you cum on his deliciously hard cock, “oh Jungkook.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” The clenching of your pussy eventually tipped him over the edge, him spilling his warm seed inside of you.

After a while of you two panting on the rug, Jungkook got up to pick a couple of tissues so he could clean you up, leaving you alone on the floor.

“Fuck me…” you said in a surprising sense at what had just happened as he kneeled between your legs.

“Again?” He looked up at you with a teasing smirk and proceeded to collect his cum with the tissues.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, the mood feeling light.

Once you got up to put your discarded clothes back on you remembered what Jungkook had done to your shirt and turned to him with your hands on your hips. “How am I supposed to get out of here with no shirt Mr Jeon Jungkook?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he put his tight pants back on. “I brought a shirt under my hoodie today, I can lend it to you. Might not go with your outfit though…” He teased as he looked at your pencil skirt.

“I’ll take it,” you smiled at him and waited as he went to his dressing room to pick his shirt up. 

Once he returned not only did he bring you his shirt, but a stack of bills leaving you completely stunned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed you the shirt and completely ignored the money. 

“Thank you,” you put on his shirt since you were starting to feel kind of cold and looked at him with a questioning look. “Are you paying me for my services or…?”

He looked confused for a second before he followed your gaze to the money on his hands and laughed. “Oh no, this is hum... for the back room.”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’m the client and I used your services, I should pay.” 

“Yeah but...don’t look at tonight like a service. I invited you, I teased you...it’s on me tonight,” he tried to place the money on your hands but you hesitated, eventually grabbing it and giving him a shy smile.

What this meant for the two of you you didn’t know, but you sure were excited to find out.

[ggidolsmuts]

Fromis App Part 4: Tell Me Your Wish - GFriend Sowon

"Hi Sojung." You smile and wave as you run up to her.

"Hey, thanks for coming."

"Of course, this is the first time meeting you outside, I had to come." You matched with Sojung on Fromis a while back, and you two have spent nights at hotels and each other's places before, but this is the first time you've been on a "date" with her. "I'm looking forward to the date."

"Uh huh, come on." She leads you down the street, to a club called... Club Mago?

"We're having a date at a club? Don't you want to go somewhere quiet to talk?"

"There's VIP rooms in my club." She runs her hand down your collar, pulling you close to her. "Besides, we're not going to talk." With a tug you follow her into the club.

"Hey boss."

"Hi Yuju, is the room ready?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Thanks, take care of things out here okay?"

"Of course, enjoy." Yuju bows politely to you before going off to her duties. Sojung goes behind the bar, grabbing two shot glasses and a few bottles of soju.

"Come on, this way." The two of you walk around the crowd of people in the club, down a nondescript hallway, and through a door marked with the number "1".

"Sit." With practiced movements she opens the soju bottle with a pop as you take a seat on the sofa. She fills up the soju glasses, putting one in front of you. "Drink."

You down the shot, the alcohol burning your throat. As you put the glass down Sojung pounces on you, kissing you hungrily, making you taste the soju on her lips. She sticks her tongue in your mouth, as if wanting the shot you just drank.

"W-whoa." You stop her, hands on her shoulders as she pushes you down on the sofa. "You're the boss of this place, are you sure it's a good idea to do it here?"

"That's why this is the best place... I can do anything in here and we won't be disturbed." She sits on your torso and begins to slip her top off. "Besides, you said you wanted to meet me outside."

"Yeah but, I thought we'd be going on a date."

"You saying you don't want to fuck right now?" Sojung fires you an annoyed glance, beginning to put her top on again.

"No! But-"

"Then shut up and play along. We've been hooking up less, so let me remind you how much fun we can have." You can only smile apologetically, as you've been spending more time with Saerom recently, neglecting your other matches on the app.

"Sorry, I've been busy-" Sojung kisses you fiercely, shutting you up.

"I don't care for your excuses, as long as we keep doing this." She quickly loses her top, exposing the lacy black bra she is wearing underneath. Another pop is heard as she opens a new bottle of soju, before raising it above her head and pouring the entire bottle over her head, the sinful liquid flowing down her hair, soaking into her clothes, and giving her skin a light shine.

"What are you doing?" You almost choke when she hugs you tightly, making you smell the alcohol coming from her.

"Lick me, clean me, taste me..." She moans when you begin doing just that, getting drunk off the taste of her neck.

"I have something special for you, give me a moment." Sojung gets off you, going behind a curtain that you didn't notice earlier. You sit up in the sofa, breathing heavily, wondering what she has in store for you.

"소원을말해봐..." A chill runs down your spine as Sojung pulls back the curtains seductively, dressed in a white navy jacket and white shorts, the outfit showing off her mile-long legs, made to look even longer in heels. She hums the tune to one of your favorite songs. When she reaches you she kicks one leg over you, straddling your lap while her arms go around your neck.

"H-how did you know I like this song?"

"I saw the poster you had in your room." She grinds herself on your crotch, making you gasp. "I'll be your genie today, I'll fulfill all your wishes..."

"Sojung..." You moan, your hands going to her waist, pulling her closer to you.

"Sowon."

"What?"

"Call me Sowon, it means wish, I'll make all your wishes come true tonight." She bites her lower lip, looking downright sexy as she asks you a question of infinite possibilities. "What do you wish for?"

"I wish... for a lapdance."

"Of course." She turns around, pushing her butt into you as she begins twerking, a gasp escaping you whenever she backs up a little too far, causing her to brush against your growing erection. The atmosphere in the room heats up as Sowon turns around and wraps her arms around your neck, swaying her hips and grinding her crotch on you harder, deeper, faster. The two of you begin to get drunk with lust, the sweat dripping from your forehead, your mouth open in a slight pant before Sowon seals it closed, moaning a little into the kiss as she enjoys the friction between the two of you.

"What next?"

You take off your shirt, throwing it on the couch, making her bite her lip at your sudden eagerness.

"I wish for you to finish stripping me." You grab her hands as she immediately tries to fulfil your wish. You stand up and unbutton your jeans. "Do it with only your mouth." Sowon's eyes widen before she complies, biting the zipper of jeans to unzip it. With the zip undone you wiggle your hips as she pulls on your jeans, and it easily falls to the floor. Left in your boxers she bites on to the hem of your underwear, pulling the offending fabric off your hard shaft and down your legs. Eager for a taste she can't help but take you in her mouth, swirling her tongue over your shaft for the first time tonight.

"I did not say you could do that." You stop her in her tracks, placing a hand on her head.

"I-I have a wish too."

"What is it?"

"I... I wish to be face-fucked." You take half a moment to consider her wish.

"Fine, on one condition - you have to touch yourself, but you can't cum until I do." Sowon nods, sticking a hand down her shorts before looking at you pleadingly. You watch her shorts strain against her hand as she begins working herself, plunging her fingers deep into her pussy. Satisfied you put both hands on her head, shoving your cock into her mouth, your hips matching the pace of her fingers. You enjoy your use of her mouth, varying your thrusts purely for your pleasure - sometimes you make sure you feel the back of her throat, other times you jab yourself rapidly into her mouth, disregarding the choking or gagging sounds coming from her. Her drool leaks on to your shaft, coating it with a sloppy layer of spit as you grip her head tighter, pushing into her mouth with more purpose.

Sowon struggles for breath, breathing rapidly through her nose as you fill her mouth full with meat. This isn't helped by her own rapid fingering of herself, going faster and faster to match your pace. You fuck her mouth roughly, smearing her makeup, her eyes struggling to stay open... until she freezes in place, her fingers plugged deep inside herself as her climax hits her, throaty moans vibrating around your cock. The sudden tightness triggers your own orgasm, and you begin shooting rope after rope of cum into her mouth. Her eyes widen and she jerks away from you, coughing and gasping for breath, her entire body quivering from her own orgasm. She shakily grabs a shot glass, spilling the contents of her mouth into it, filling it with your thick white liquid.

You were not happy though. "You came before me."

"Sorry, sorry!" She gasps, her face red from exertion.

"I wish for you to drink it." You ask of her, looking at the glass in her hand.

"But-" You raise an eyebrow, and Sowon shuts up, tipping the contents of the glass back into her mouth.

"Good, now I wish for you to swallow." Not too kindly you grab her hair and yank her head back, making sure your seed flows down her throat and fulfilling your wish. "Open." She opens her mouth, showing you that she has downed it all. "Good, you may have another wish."

"Oh, I- I wish to be fucked." Sowon asks, eager for more, wanting something bigger than her fingers.

"Well I'm not hard enough yet, I wish you could make me hard." You ask, and Sowon pounces on you, her hand going to your shaft, trying to stroke you back to full length. "Your hands are not enough." She looks at you, confused.

"I wish you were not wearing anything." Sowon takes off the outfit in record speed, discarding her clothes somewhere in the room, you can already feel yourself getting harder as you take in her statuesque figure, her waist slim and hips wide, begging to be held tightly and pounded into while her long legs wrap around you. She waits for your next wish.

"I wish you used your feet." She leans back opposite you on the sofa, her long legs stretching towards you, wrapping your shaft with the sole of her feet. She runs them up and down slowly, looking at you to gauge your reaction. You grab her feet, rolling them over your shaft slowly.

“Your nails look nice.” You remark, almost casually.

“Thanks...you can cum on them later... I need to feel you inside first.” She gasps, giggling a little when you tickle her toes. You let go, allowing her to continue rubbing you. Your eyes roam up her long legs, finally looking at where you really wanted your cock to be in.

"Your pussy looks so wet from here."

"Yes, please let me fuck you already." Sowon whines. "You feel so hard between my feet, I want to feel it between my legs..."

"Almost, I wish for you to use your breasts next." She gets between your legs, pushing her chest together and allowing your cock to slip through the gap. Your fingers dig into the sofa, and you moan when you feel her smooth skin envelop your shaft, the visual of your tip poking in and out of her cleavage causing you to pump more blood to your lower head.

"You're so hard already, please oppa, please let me use you." Sowon asks, squeezing her chest together to heighten your pleasure.

"Fine, give it a lick before you get up." She takes your tip into her mouth, her tongue teasing you, licking up any left over cum you may have had from the first orgasm. "Good genie. What position would you like?"

"I wish to be on t-top." You smile and agree to her predictable wish, knowing that she likes it on top. You sit up and close your legs, allowing her to straddle you once more. She hovers over your cock, and you tease her, wriggling your hips and not letting her sink down on you properly.

"Come on- ah!" You grab her slim waist, bucking upwards up as you pull her down, penetrating her depths with your spear. "Fuck!" She cries out. You feel her walls flutter and tremble, responding to being finally filled. She smashes her lips against yours, trying to fill your mouth with her tongue before pulling back. "Finally, I missed this." Her hips begin to move, grinding herself on you, trying to keep as much of your cock inside her as possible.

"Don't you miss this pussy oppa? I feel so good right now..." Sowon loses herself to the pleasure flowing through her body, thoroughly enjoying herself. "I wish we did this more often."

"Why? Don't you have other hookups, they're not doing enough for you?" You tease her, bringing her down more roughly on you.

"T-they don't fill me like you do!" She cries out, tightening around you, close to her peak already. "Oppa I'm close!"

"Good." You whisper in her ear, your voice low and commanding. "I wish for you to cum, now!" A bolt of ecstasy strikes Sowon, your shaft inside her conducting electricity through her body, sending pleasure to her toes and fingers as they curl. Sowon is rendered speechless, nothing more than a strangled gasp leaving her lips as she cums in your lap, drenching your crotch with her slick. When she stops twitching you take your own pleasure from her, laying her down on the sofa and beginning to pound into her instead.

"Wait!" She tries to slow you down, but her efforts are futile, only serving to drive you faster into her. You lift her hips higher towards you, giving yourself a better angle to impale her with, every thrust threatening to pierce straight through her. Your breaths are loud and harsh, contrasting with Sowon's soft cries of sensitive pleasure as you knock again and again on her sweet spot. She reaches up and pulls you down for a kiss, and the new angle allows gravity to help you fuck her even harder.

Sowon’s incredible tightness and the thrill of taking her in her own club pushes the pressure building within you to near breaking point, and despite your desire to continue pounding into the slim figure below you, you are forced to whisper in her ear.

"I wish to fill you." You rasp. Sowon can only moan, barely collecting herself to whimper one word.

"G-granted!"

With a groan you give her one deep thrust and let go, pouring your load into her. Instinctively her hands and legs wrap around you, keeping you plugged into her as her pussy milks you for everything you have, as if thirsty for more of your cum after swallowing your first load. The two of you share a kiss while the endorphins kick in, your hips moving in and out slowly, enjoying the last little bit of pleasure before you slip out.

"Thanks for coming oppa, I hope we'll meet up more often." Sowon whispers softly as you leave her body, your white seed flowing like a small river out of her. She yelps when you keep her pinned on the sofa, using two fingers to enter her honeypot once more, smearing the sticky mix inside all over her walls, keeping her thoroughly stuffed. "W-what are you doing?!"

"Thanks for tonight.” You kiss her cheek. “I'm rewarding my genie, giving you something to remember me by." You growl, your fingers working her messy pussy all over, determined to get her off a few more times. Sowon grabs on to your arm, but that's all she does, too overwhelmed to try and stop you. You play with her g-spot and grind your palm against her clit, making her moan breathlessly. You smile and lean close to her ear when you feel her walls close around you.

"I wish for you to cum."

Sowon's reaction is immediate, and she orgasms over your fingers, the mix of juice and semen flowing out on to your hand. You're not done, however, and your fingertips strum against her sensitive walls, making her scream when she feels another wave of pleasure coming.

"I wish for you to cum." Your words worm into her brain as her body acts on a mind of it's own, clenching down on your fingers once more. You whisper those same words again, priming her for another climax just as she relaxes from the previous peak. You repeat the routine, chanting the words into her ear as you work orgasm after orgasm into her body.

By the time you pull your fingers out Sowon is a twitching puddle on the sofa, curling on herself, her entire body sweating, her skin flush from many orgasms. You watch her chest heave as she finally relaxes, trying to steady herself. With a grin you bring your lips to her ear, and whisper one final time.

"I wish for you to cum, hard."

Without you even touching her Sowon arcs off the sofa, wailing as her body reacts to your words, the trained association of your “wish” with her pleasure driving her to a brilliant finish one final time. You get dressed, admiring the wetness on her thighs as she recovers from her peak, her juice already soaking into the sofa, the cushions stained with your white cum that leaked out of her. Sowon grabs your arm weakly as you seek to leave the room.

"W-what did you do to me, that was so good..."

"You don't need other hookups anymore." You kiss her possessively. "You miss me, just give me a call."

You leave the room, nodding politely to Yuju as you exit - you're sure the room reeked of sex, but you didn't care, that was Sojung's mess to deal with.

A few days later you get a call from Sojung.

"Hey Sojung."

"Hey, listen, I was wondering if you would be free tonight?" She asks, her tone giving away what she meant.

"Hmm? No I'll be busy, find some other guy."

"No! It doesn't feel as good, please?"

"I said I'm busy." You snap. Sojung whines into the phone, showing her displeasure.

"Please oppa? I can't get off anymore, nothing feels as good as you do..."

"Fine... I wish for you to cum." You whisper into the phone, and you hear a not very well muffled moan on the other end.

"Boss? Boss are you okay?" You hear someone ask her and you smile as you hear Sojung struggle to wave them off, trying to convince them that she didn't just orgasm on command.

"Don't surprise me with that!" She says hurriedly into the phone.

"That's what you wanted no, to get off? I told you I'm busy, so that's the best I can do for you."

"I... fine, but, but-" She sputters uselessly

"I have to go, I'll send you something you can use tonight." You end the call and quickly tap a few buttons to send Sojung a voice message instead. You record her new favorite line and hit send. A few minutes later you receive a message from her, and you have to quickly hide your phone as it is a photo of her pink folds, two fingers spreading her lips open, showing you a complete mess between her legs, with juice everywhere. A voice message from Sojung follows, and you bring the phone to your ear to play it.

"Oh god thank you, I can't stop listening to it, ah.. ah! I'm listening to it right- nnngh..." You stop the message from playing further, not wanting to get hard in public.

"Hi oppa all done!" Saerom grabs you by the arm, hugging you tightly, squishing the many shopping bags she was carrying. "Let's go home!"

"Actually, do you mind if we stop by that electronics store we walked by earlier? I need to get Sojung a powerbank."

"Oh, that club owner on the Fromis app? Sure, why does she need a powerbank though?"

"She'll be using her phone a lot I think.”

A/N: Bit of a cheeky wordplay with this. I went from wish -> SNSD’s Tell me your wish -> Sowon (because Sowon = Wish in Korean) -> GFriend Sowon, who I know some people have been asking about back when I put out the Yuju and SinB stuff, so here we are. Thank you for reading!

[gubler-me-up]

Is that Code? (MGG Request)

Request(s): hey i was wondering if you could do an mgg x interviewer. you can add whatever you want but some ideas i had were like a handjob under the table/desk they’re sitting at and maybe a quickie during commercial break. lots of degrading too. lol thanks :D

hi idk if ur still taking requests but can u pls do a mgg and interviewer one please like theyre just flirting back and forth and it ends in smut PLS IDK HOW TO REQUESTS THESE BUT PLS TELL ME U UNDERSTAND 😅

A/N: Thanks for the first request, @bigjuicygrape​ and thanks to the anon who sent the second request! This seems to be quite a popular request if it had to be requested twice LOL I hope it’s everything you ever wanted from this idea and more! Enjoy le ~interview smut~ 💕

Couple: MGG/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Swearing, degradation, mention of oral sex (male receiving/giving, female receiving/giving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, hair pulling, handjob

Word count: 2.1k

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You were finishing the last touches to your makeup as you waited for Matthew to come on set. Your boss had been delighted by the chemistry you two had during your last interview, so she allowed you to interview him again. She also gave you a nice promotion for being such an outstanding employee, so it was a win-win for you.

The last time you interviewed Matthew, you two had a lot of interesting topics you discussed. Of course the main topic was Criminal Minds and how he felt about the series wrapping up. He was a joy to interview. He had endless energy, exquisite manners and was a natural sweetheart. You didn’t fail to notice how extremely good looking he was in person either.

Your first interview with him was the best interview with a celebrity in your few years of being an entertainment interviewer. The way he talked was magical, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. He had noticed. He had smiled at you and made a joke about how your mind was somewhere else and how he’d like to be there with you.

His wish had come true when after the interview he was eating you out in your dressing room. His tongue running up and down your folds was an indescribable feeling you yearned to feel again. You didn’t leave him unsatisfied as you returned the favour by giving him a blowjob. The feeling of his cum dripping down the back of your throat still lingered in your memory and you wanted it again.

“Gube’s on set,” your cameraman said.

You immediately looked up from your compact mirror to see Matthew walking towards the table you were seated behind. You smiled as you stood up to greet him with a huge hug. He outstretched his arm for you to fall into. You wrapped your arms tightly around him. His arms wrapped around your waist and he made sure you were as close to him as possible.

“Has my dirty interviewer been good?” He whispered into your ear.

“The best,” you whispered back.

He eased up from the hug but didn’t let you go just yet. Without making it obvious to your cameraman, he looked you up and down. You bit your bottom lip as he examined every inch of your body. You knew he was having thoughts of all the things he would do to you right then and there if he could. He then looked back up at you with a smirk.

“Hope your mouth still works,” he said.

You chuckled. If you could you would have dropped to your knees and blew him. You kept your composure though and played off his comment.

“It only works when you’re here.”

“Good to know. Should we get started?”

You nodded your head. He finally let you out of his grip as he followed your lead to the table. You took your seat and he took his seat next to you. You looked over at your cameraman to give him the thumbs up. He nodded and counted down from three with his fingers. When he got down to one he gave you a thumbs up to start.

“As promised we have the eccentric, Matthew Gray Gubler, with us today,” you announced.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m happy to be back here with you and Sean behind the camera. You’re amazing, Sean,” he said as he gave Sean a thumbs up.

Sean smiled and gave him a thumbs up back. You giggled at how cute he was and how infectious his energy could be. You smiled at Sean as you too gave him a thumbs-up.

“My right-hand man,” you said.

Sean chuckled as he waved his hand to stop the compliments from coming. You giggled and focused your attention back on Matthew. He had already focused back on you with wandering eyes following the curve of your body from top to bottom.

“I should probably ask how you’re doing now that Criminal Minds is over? I still can’t believe we won’t be seeing your beautiful face on screen anymore,” you said.

He chuckled. “As long as I get to see your beautiful face, I’m not upset. Wait, if I’m not on the show anymore, does that mean you’re going to boot me from your interview list?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Of course not. If anything we can discuss more about you than the show.”

“That sounds like a good time to me,” he said

You placed your hand on his lap. Not obvious enough for Sean to notice or for the camera to even pick up on it but Matthew was the only one who knew what you were doing. He smirked as he placed his hand on yours.

“I know all about good times,” you said.

“Oh? What’s a good time to you? I want to know if I should join the party or not,” he said as he inched your hand closer to his zipper.

You giggled as you made an over-exaggerated thinking expression as you unbuttoned his pants and slowly undo his zipper. You placed a finger from your free hand on your lips to up your exaggerated look. He chuckled as he watched you put on a show for the camera as your hand was sliding into his underwear.

“A good time for me is a relaxing evening home with a glass of wine and a rom-com playing in the background,” you said.

You pulled out his dick a little to make your strokes easier to perform. He didn’t take his eyes off of you. He just stared at you with lust-filled eyes to avoid any attention being brought to what was going on underneath the table.

“That sounds amazing. I think I’d do the same thing but with a horror movie though. What’s your go-to rom-com?” He asked.

“My Best Friend’s Wedding,” you said.

“I love Julia Roberts. I think Pretty Woman’s my favourite rom-com of hers,” he said.

“I think we should star together in a rom-com one day,” you said as you increased your strokes.

“I think I’d rather make a different kind of movie with you,” he said.

You stopped stroking his dick as soon as he said that. You looked at him wide-eyed as those memories from the last interview came flooding back. You stuffed his dick back in his pants before turning your attention directly to the camera.

“We’ll talk more about movies and future plans with Matthew right after this break,” you said.

Sean looked at you with a raised, questionable eyebrow. He stopped recording regardless. You stood up from your seat before giving Sean a head signal to leave.

“You can grab something quick to eat if you want, Sean. I know you didn’t have lunch today,” you said.

“No need to tell me twice. I’ll be back in a sec,” he said before leaving.

When he walked out the door, you looked over at Matthew who had already gotten up with his zipper and button done up. You pouted as you looked at his crotch. He walked up to you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Are you too horny to continue the interview?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said.

“It seems as if you’ve become my little slut interviewer,” he said.

“Only if you’ll have me as your little slut interviewer,” you said as you stuck out your tongue.

He pulled your head closer to him so he could lick your tongue before embracing you in a quick nasty kiss. He didn’t waste any time you two had left to mess around before the interview had to start again. He pushed your head away. He grabbed your arm to drag you in front of him before slamming the front of your body onto the table.

“I think we should practice for that movie. What should we name it?” He asked as he pulled up your skirt and moved your underwear to the side.

“Slut interviewer gets fucked,” you said.

“Gets fucked by who?” He said as he ran his fingers down your soaked folds.

“Gets fucked by big cock actor,” you said.

You felt the tip of his dick pressing against your hole. You moaned as you thought about how amazing it would feel to finally have him rail you. You had been fantasizing about the day ever since the last time you two had encountered each other.

“You nasty, nasty whore. You’re going to break code for some dick? How would your boss feel about your actions?” He asked.

“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” you said.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head to look up. “Say that into the camera.”

“I want to get fucked,” you repeated.

“Move back on it if you’re a real whore for dick,” he said.

You didn’t hesitate to move back and engulf his dick inch by inch into you. Your mouth gaped open as you felt just how big he was. You made it all the way back so your ass was touching his abdomen.

“You are a whore for dick. Are you a cum whore as well?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“I love a good, filthy cum whore,” he said as he took it upon himself to ram himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp before biting your lip. Your legs could barely keep still as his dick went in and out of you with steady speed. All this time you thought his dick belonged in your mouth when in fact it belonged in you. Every single inch belonged in you.

“You’re…you’re so…big,” you moaned.

“The slut interviewer can’t handle my dick, huh? That’s not what I want to hear. I want to hear how you want to be my cum whore,” he said.

“I want to be your cum whore,” you said.

“Well, act like it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut,” he demanded.

“I’m a dirty slut,” you said.

He increased his speed when you said that. You gasped as you tried to balance yourself by stabilizing your hands on the table. You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking any longer and let them wobble under the feeling of him railing you.

“Tell me you’re a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” he said.

“I’m a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” you said.

“Keep repeating that until I cum. If you stop, you don’t get anything, whore,” he said.

You did exactly what he said and continued to repeat what he wanted to hear. You tried to say it as softly as possible but every time he rammed his dick into you it was as if your voice was going up an octave with every stroke. It didn’t seem as if he cared though. It was what he wanted to hear after all, so why would he want to stop you?

You must have done a good job in obeying his every word because he came in you and you heard a sound of satisfaction leave his mouth. You too let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled out of you. You felt him open up your folds to probably admire his cum dripping out of you.

“You make a good cum whore, Y/N. I knew you could take it from the first time I met you,” he said as he pulled down your skirt.

“You should have known from the last time I swallowed your cum,” you said as you turned around to look at him.

He smirked as he zipped up his pants. “I should have. Maybe we can make that movie after all.”

You chuckled. “Tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll definitely let you know.”

You both laughed as you both took your respective seats to find your composures again before the interview restarted. Sean walked in not too long after you two had taken your seats. He gave you two a thumbs up and you both gave him two thumbs up back. He counted you down from three and then gave you the thumbs up.

You smiled. “Welcome back to our interview with Matthew Gray Gubler from Criminal Minds. During the break, I convinced him we should do more interviews more often and I think he agrees we should.”

He nodded his head. “I love being interviewed with my slu…My slumber party partner in crime, Y/N.”

You giggled. “Yeah, exactly that.”

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[harveywritings92]

BNHA Dad scenario: They get the wrong idea.

You and boyfriend have the same birthday week, you bought him a gift and he didn't get you shit! the of course the two of you argue and in the heat of it your dad walks in to see what's going on, just in time hear you yell this little gem. "FUCK YOU I'M KEEPING IT!" and all hell breaks lose!

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Shigaraki: He came in to tell you keep it down! but as soon as he heard those words come out of your mouth; all logic was thrown out the window. "No daddy wai-" too late with impressive speed your dad had your boyfriend pinned to your bedroom wall by the neck with one hand with one finger raised to keep his quirk from activating. "I knew I should've decayed you the second Y/n saw you..." he growled ignoring his daughters attempts at prying his hand off B/n, who was starting to see spots in his vision!

"Daddy! let go of him please, it's not what you think!" you begged as Shigaraki looked down at his daughter was hugging his waist in a desperate attempt to get him to let go, Shigaraki looked between the two teens and with a growl he let go of the boy who dropped to his knees coughing trying catch his breath.

"Thirty seconds Y/n... " her father hissed keeping his eyes on the boy cowering at his feet and made a point by turning a coffee mug into dust. Y/n pretty much explained what had happened before he'd walked in, Shigaraki was silent which made the teens nervous. "Boy!" the red eyed man barked causing your boyfriend flinched. "Yes sir?" he croaked looking up at your dad and his boss in fear, as your dad held up the bag that had your boyfriend birthday gift in it. "I'm keeping this, until you apologize to my princess and get her something for her birthday!" B/n nodded "yes sir." Shigaraki then turned to you.

"And Y/n?" 

"Yes daddy?"

"Don't ever let me hear you say those words to a boy again, I'm not ready to be a grandfather!"

"Okay..."

With that Shigaraki left you room, but not before giving your boyfriend the I'm watching you, and I'll kill you gestures causing him to swallow hard. 

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Katsuki: You both  heard something crack looked in the doorway to see your dad standing there, he'd ripped doorknob off, he glared at the two of you with murder in his eyes. "Oh crap baskets." was all B/n could say before Katsuki got a hold of him! there was no point in running... He knows your dad would catch him no matter what. "I knew you were a scummy Lil'Shit the second I laid eyes on you!" the ash blond snarled holding your boyfriend in the air by the shirt collar!

"Dad! for fuck sakes put him down!" you yelled hopping on his back hoping he'd drop your terrified boyfriend, Katsuki was completely unfazed as a vicious grin formed on his face. "Oh I'll put him down...SIX FEET UNDERGROUND!" He yelled while B/n started crying and begging Katsuki not to kill him! "oh! for the love of... You forced me to do this dad!" Your dad's eyes widened as he realized you were going to use your quirk on him.

"Y/n, I swear to-"

"*snaps fingers*"

*Katsuki freezes*

"Sorry dad, but this is the only way you'll listen to me... I'm not pregnant!"

You hissed as Your dad's red eyes carefully settled on you as you continued tell him what was really going on, how you bought B/n a gift and he decided to be ass and not get you anything! "Now that we got this settled, I'm going to unfreeze you, okay?" Katsuki just growled and you thought it was over, oh you thought wrong! cos your dad had another reason to to be mad! You were confused when suddenly he dragged B/n out of your room and downstairs. "Hold up, where the hell are you going?" You asked watching your dad grab his car keys. "The mall, this Lil'shit is getting you something nice... Aren't you B/n?" Katsuki snarled at your terrified boyfriend. "Y-yes sir...whatever she wants" the boy stammered as Katsuki smirked and dragged him out to the car.   

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Hawks: A tense silence filled the room as your dad walked into your room wearing his hero gear with this scary smile on his face. "urm... Dad don't freak ou-" before you could finish what you were saying you felt something whiz by your head and heard a yelp behind you, you looked behind you and gasped seeing your boyfriend pinned to your bedroom wall by your dad's feathers... one missed his crotch by an inch, as your dad calmly walked behind you obviously very pissed because hey it takes two tango! "

"Young lady you had better give me a good reason why I shouldn't castrate that little crap you call a boyfriend right now?" Keigo demanded getting another round of feathers ready, he was dead serious, "Because you love me and I'm not gonna be a teen mom?" Your dad's brows furrowed in confusion he knows what he heard! "Explain." He huffed crossing his arms as your boyfriend open his mouth. "Well we-" your dad cut him off. "You got no lines in this play mister!" B/n shut his mouth as you explained what happened before you dad walked in. 

However your dad didn't look pleased with that story as he called his feathers back, B/n fell to the floor with a yelp only to cower as hawks stood over him with still with the same scary smiled plastered on his face. "Take my arm boy, were going for a ride!"  he tucked your boyfriend under his arm and walked towards the balcony, "Wait where are you taking B/n?" you asked as your dad chuckled. "Don't worry chickadee, daddy won't hurt him, we're just going to get you birthday present, right B/n" the boy nervously nodded then started screaming like a little girl as your dad flew off with him, It's times like this you wished you were born with your dad's quirk! 

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Izuku: Like Katsuki he broke the knob off your door! as you and B/n were caught in an awkward staring contest with your dad afraid to move, until you found your voice. "Daddy I know how this looks." Izuku's eerily calm voice cut you off  "I just wanna talk to him." he stepped inside your room making a bee-line toward B/n who was pushing your window open to escape.

"I just wanna talk to him." he said as you stepped in front of your petrified boyfriend again your dad repeated. "I just wanna talk to him..." again using that eerie calm tone.  Your eyes widened as you noticed the kinetic discharge from his quirk flickering in his fingers. "Y-You need your quirk to talk?" you stammered that seem to bring your dad out of whatever trance he was in and saw the terrified state you and your boyfriend were in.

Izuku immediately backed off and apologized to B/n who was still pressing himself against the wall; near your open bedroom window just in case your dad tried something. "Are you going to listen to me?" you asked voice trembling trying not to stutter, your dad swallowed shifting his gaze from B/n to you. "One minute." Izuku said sternly bring his gaze back to your boyfriend who still hadn't moved, as you told your dad what had happened before he came in to check on them, you saw your dad shoulders slack as he calmed but you could still tell he was mad. 

"B/n" Izuku said sternly your boyfriend flinch. "Yes, Mr. Midoriya?" he stammered as your dad narrowed his eyes at him. "Get away from that window, and meet me at car." the green haired man ordered. "Dad, where are you taking him?" you looked at him incredulously. "Me and B/n are going to get you a birthday present." he explained then kissed your on the forehead. "Don't ever scare me like that again!" he hissed as he left. 

[confessionsofacougar]

James and Mum

James is an 18-year-old boy who lives with his mum in Perth. He’s doing an apprenticeship. Every morning at 6:00 AM sharp his mum goes into his room with a cup of coffee and wakes him up for work. She always puts the coffee on his nightstand and then sits down on the side of the bed. "Hey Big Guy, up and at 'em. Time to rise and shine!" Same time, same routine every morning. "Hey Mum." He rolls around under the covers while she shakes his shoulders, pats his butt and kisses his neck. "A few more minutes?" Same thing, every morning. "Sure," she says. "You can get to work late. I’m sure your boss won’t care if you don't get to work on time." "Crap." He yawns, rolls out of bed in his boxer shorts, grabs the coffee, and heads for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning. So one night a few weeks ago, his mum went to see a movie with a friend. As soon as she left, James called up his girlfriend and asked her to come over. They drank a little beer in the backyard, and then made out for a while in his room. It got late, his girlfriend left, and he fell asleep. Next thing he knew: "Hey Big Guy, up and at 'em!" "Arrgh." James was a little hung over. "C'mon, James, get up." She put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand on his butt, and started rocking him back and forth. "OK, I'm up, I'm up!" His mum stepped back as he pulled away the covers and stood up. I heard her gasp, and I looked at her. She was staring at his crotch. I looked down. Shit! After Cindy left HE had fallen asleep in the nude. Now he was standing right in front of his mum with a serious morning hard-on: all 8 inches was pointing proudly right at her. As he stood frozen there for a moment, her eyes never wavered from his dick. "Shit, Mum, I'm sorry!" He said as he climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over him. "What?" Mum hadn't moved. She seemed to be in some kind of trance. "I forgot I was naked." "Oh. That." She finally came out of it and sat down on the bed. She put her hand on his stomach – dangerously close to his still rock-hard cock, he thought. "Honey, I've seen everything there is to see on you... although, not for a while, I admit. You've... um, been developing nicely, I see. Nothing to be embarrassed about." "Jeez, Mum, I'm embarrassed that I was standing in front of you with a hard-on." "Honey, that's perfectly normal, especially in a young man your age. I'm your mum and I love you, and nothing you do can embarrass him, Sweetie." She gave him a little hug and stood up. "Now, get up and get into the shower." She stood back from the bed and waited. Feeling sheepish, he pulled back the sheet and rolled out of bed. As he stood up, he saw his Mum's eyes move downwards towards his erection again. Before he could walk to the bathroom his Mum stepped towards him, put her arms around him, and gave him a big hug. As he hugged her back, he felt his cock pressing through her nightgown and against her leg. "I love you, James," she said. "Me too, Mum." She let go of him, and he grabbed the coffee cup off the nightstand and walked out the door, feeling his mum's eyes on his ass as he left. As usual he jacked off in the shower, but this time as he did he was thinking about how his mum's eyes had been glued to his erect cock. When he came, the force of it almost made him fall over. “Hmm,” he thought, “I'm going to have to try this again.” The next morning when his Mum came in, he was naked again. He got up and grabbed the coffee cup. "Sleeping in the nude now, are we?" she said. "Yeah, I sort of like it," he said. "Me too," she said. He looked at her. She was staring at his hard-on again. Her eyes quickly moved up to his, and her face reddened. "I mean... What I meant was, I sleep in the nude, too." He looked at her nightgown. "Of course, I throw something on before I make the coffee and wake you up." "Why, Mum? Are you embarrassed to be naked around me? I thought you said there was nothing to be embarrassed about." he sipped at his coffee. "Umm... no Sweetie, of course not, but... well, I'm your mother." As she said this, her eyes couldn't help straying down to his crotch again. He’d never been the exhibitionist type, but he was starting to enjoy being naked around his mum. It gave him kind of a thrill that she liked looking at his dick. "OK, Mum," he said. He gave her a hug, once again feeling his erection pressing into her. She hugged him back and gave his naked ass a little pat, which turned into sort of a caress. Then he walked off to take his shower, once again imagining that he could feel her eyes on his naked body as he moved. The next morning when his Mum went in to wake him up, she was naked, too. He  got out of bed and stood up, and they looked at each other. His mouth hung open. His mum was a knockout! Beautiful full, big breasts. Her nipples were erect and pierced! His first thought was, "She's cold," but then he detected the faint scent of her sex in the air. His mum was aroused. As they continued to stare at each other, his penis, which had been soft and hanging down against his legs, now began to harden. His mum watched as it slowly thickened and hardened to its full length and pointed directly up at her. "Is this OK, James?" she said. Shyly, as if she were afraid that he'd be shocked, or that he wouldn't approve of her body. "I enjoy being naked, and after our talk yesterday morning, I decided that it was silly for me to hide my body from my own son." “Sure, Mum, of course it's OK. Fuck, you're beautiful! I had no idea." She blushed, then did a little pirouette that let him see her large, round ass. When she had turned all the way back around, he realized for the first time that she was totally hairless…down there – either shaved or waxed. "Thanks, Sweetie." Although she was talking to him, she was staring at his dick. He looked down. He was so excited that his erection was actually pointing up at a 45 degree angle, rather than just jutting straight out in front of him. Every time his heart beat, his dick would bounce up and down a little. It felt harder than it had ever been before. As she watched, a little drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and slowly dripped towards the floor, trailing a long thin line behind. When he looked back up at his mum, she was licking her lips involuntarily. "Can I ask you another question, Mum? I see that you don't have any hair... down there. Do you shave it?" She tore her gaze from his hard-on and looked up at him. "Oh, no, Sweetie. I get waxed." "Why do you do it?" I said. "Oh, well, it just makes me feel really clean and sexy. And it makes... umm, well, some things, umm, more fun to do." As she said this, her hand moved down and unconsciously rubbed her pussy. He thought he would cum right then, and a little gasp escaped his lips. She realized what she was doing, quickly removed her hand, and blushed again. The smell of her sex was stronger in the air now. "I get it, Mum." he looked down at his own hairy balls and dick. "Maybe I should get waxed, too. What do you think?" Not that he wanted to get his ball hair pulled out, but he was excited by the fact that it kept his mum looking down there. "Yeah maybe. For now, you'd better hit the shower, Sweetie." "OK, Mum," he said. He walked over to her and hugged her. He’s just a little taller than she is, and when they came together his erection pressed up against her bare pussy. She felt his pre-cum against her skin. She gave a little shiver, then hugged him back. When her hand moved to pat his ass, he moved his own hand down and rubbed her ass, too. She shivered again, then gently pushed him away. He grabbed the coffee cup and walked toward the bathroom, his hard-on leading the way.

The rest of that week, Mum was naked when she came in with his coffee, and James was naked when he rolled out of bed. Rather than getting comfortable with the situation, he was more excited every day, waking up early and anticipating her arrival. He always had a rock-hard erection when he got up, and Mum always looked (and smelled) aroused as well. Their "naked hug" was the high point of his day, and he was turning into quite the exhibitionist. The next week James took it up another notch. On Monday he woke up early with a raging hard on and decided to jack off in bed rather than in the shower. He put on headphones but didn't turn on the music on his phone. He pulled the sheet down, uncovering his nude body, closed his eyes almost all the way, and slowly started rubbing the length of his erect shaft. When his Mum came through the door, he heard her gasp through his headphones. To her, it looked as though his eyes were closed and he was listening to music as he slowly jacked his erect cock. Her eyes were riveted to his cock as she slowly walked to his bedside and placed the coffee cup on the nightstand. He thought she would leave, but she just stood there, only a couple of feet away from him as he continued to jack off. Keeping his eyes almost closed, he moved his other hand down to the base of his cock, then began to caress his balls. He heard her moan a little and watched as her left hand moved down and began to stroke her hairless pussy, while her right hand moved up and stroked across the tips of her erect nipples. He could smell the scent of her sex, stronger than ever before. He was turning on his own mum! He was so excited. Here he was jacking off in front of his mother, and it was making her horny. He was hoping that she would keep watching until he came, but was disappointed to see her suddenly walk out of the room. James guessed that maybe he had embarrassed her, or that the taboo of watching her own son engaged in a sex act was too much for her. But only a minute later, she returned carrying a small bottle. She sat down on the bed next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. James opened his eyes, pretending to be surprised. "Mum! Oh, jeez, I'm sorry!" He took off his headphones but kept one hand on his cock. "That's OK, Sweetie." She looked down at his erect cock and licked her lips. "What you're doing is natural and healthy for a man your age. I brought you something that will make it more... enjoyable." She held up the little bottle, and he read the label. "Wet Stuff?" "Yeah," she said, flipping the top open. "I use it when I... it makes everything slick." She squeezed a little drop out onto her finger and rubbed it around for him to see, then rubbed her wet fingers on his arm. "See? Would you like to try it?" She held out the bottle. "Umm, sure," he said. "Go ahead." She looked at him. "You mean you want me to put it on you?" she said. "Sure, I guess," he said. James figured that she would just drip it onto his dick, or into his hand. But instead she squirted some into her hand, put the bottle down, and rubbed her hands together. He let go of his dick and watched in anticipation as her hands moved toward his pulsating cock. When her hands touched him, he couldn't help moaning. It felt so good! First, both of her hands caressed his erection, moving up and down and twisting lightly around, spreading the Wet Stuff over the entire shaft. Then she moved one hand down to caress his balls, spreading the liquid across his nut sack as her other hand continued to work his cock. He looked at her face: she was staring at her hands moving up and down his erection, and gently moving his balls. She was breathing in short little pants, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Then she pulled her hands away from him and stood up. "There," she said "That should make it a lot more comfortable for you." "Don't stop, Mum! Oh, please, it feels so good!" She stared at him without speaking, and he thought that maybe he’d gone too far. But then she sat back down on the bed and once again grabbed his big fat cock in her little hand. Again, he had to moan as she began working her hand up and down his shaft. James moaned, "Oh, Mum, yeah" and she started jacking him off faster. The lube made it feel great, much better and much more sensation than jacking off dry. And it also made things noisier: Mum's hand made a rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound as she really began getting into it. After a while, he felt the familiar tingle. "Mum, I'm gonna cum!" Her response was to moan a little, and to wank him faster than ever. The feeling started in his groin and spread up his stomach and down his legs. He watched as the first shot of his cum erupted from the tip of his cock and shot maybe three feet straight up into the air, then fell back down onto his legs and onto his mother's arm. "Ohh! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! God! Aaaaah!" He bucked and moaned as he continued to shoot his cream all over himself and his mother's hand and arm. He placed his hand on her back and squeezed tight as his orgasm overtook him. “Yes, Baby" she hissed. The orgasm was so strong that he saw stars, and for a moment he was afraid that he might pass out. Slowly, his vision cleared and his cock stopped pumping. Mum's hand stopped its jacking motion, and her thumb moved over the tip of his cock, smearing his cum all around the head. It felt incredible. He was in heaven. "There," she said. "Better?" James let out a shaky breath. "Mum, that felt amazing. The stuff is wonderful, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it." She looked at him, still rubbing the head of his dick with her thumb. "Do you do this every day, Sweetie?" "Yeah, usually in the shower." She looked away and was silent for a moment. "I could do this for you every morning, James... if you want." "You're kidding," he said. "You'd really do that for me? Why?" She looked back at him. "Yes, Sweetie. Because you need it, and because I love you, and because... I enjoyed it, too." "Sometimes I jack off two or three times a day," James said hopefully. She laughed and stood back up. "Let's just make this a morning wakeup thing for now." As she said this, she noticed his cum dripping down her arm. "I'm going to get something to clean us up," she said. He watched her naked ass move as she walked out, then watched her tits jiggle when she returned carrying a washcloth and a towel. She sat down and gently cleaned off his cock, balls, and legs, then wiped his cum off of her own arm and hand. "You're still hard," she said. "Yeah, well, this is pretty exciting for me." "Me, too, Sweetie," she said. "Now, hit the shower." He stood up and hugged her. This time, he let both of his hands grab onto her ass-cheeks and pulled her body into his. She moaned and ground her pussy into his erection, then put her hands on his shoulders, gave him a little kiss, and pushed him away. "Off with you," she said. He grabbed the now lukewarm coffee and walked to the bathroom.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were the same: his beautiful naked mother entered his room at 6:00 AM, carrying a washcloth and the little bottle of lube. She pulled the sheet down to uncover his nude body and applied the filmy liquid to his cock and balls. If he wasn't already hard, she played with his penis until it was fully erect, then lovingly and expertly jacked him off until he erupted hard. James couldn't believe his good luck! He desperately wanted to caress her tits, play with her pussy, and more, but he was afraid that if he did, it would shock her and put an end to his fun. On Friday morning she came in at the usual time, naked, but without the washcloth and lube. Fuck! Had she decided that jacking off her own son was wrong? His hard-on was aching for her touch. "Mum?" he said. She smiled. "Don't worry, Sweetie, I'm still going to take care of you. I just thought we'd do it a little differently today, if that's ok." She pulled the sheet and knelt between his legs, taking his raging erection into her hand. "Are you going to jack me off dry?" he asked. "Not exactly." And with that, she bent down and took the head of his cock into her sweet mouth. "Oh, Mum!" he moaned. James watched as her head bobbed down, engulfing maybe half of his penis, then back up again, then down and up again several times. She tongued him all over, wetting his entire shaft, then took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head all the way down until his entire 8 inches were in her mouth, and her lips were against his pubic bone. His own mother was deepthroating him. He couldn’t describe how good it felt. "Mum, your mouth feels so good on my cock!" Her answer was a moan. She began to suck him off in earnest: while her head bobbed quickly up and down, her lips created a strong vacuum that intensified the feeling. Then she encircled the base of his penis with one hand and used it to follow her lips up and down. She was working every part of his dick all of the time, and it did the trick. He felt the tingle start. "Mum, watch out, I'm gonna cum soon!" James expected her to pull her head away, but instead she moaned again and began sucking him harder and faster. He exploded into her mouth. "Aaaaaaah! Fuck, Mum!!" he began his usual bucking, and she put a hand on his abdomen to hold him down. Her mouth never left his cock, and he knew that she was swallowing his cum. No girl had ever done that for him before, but his own beautiful mother was doing it now. His orgasm finally subsided, and he stopped bucking. "Ohhh fuckkkkkkk" Mum pulled her mouth away from his dick and looked at him, and he could see a little trail of his cum dribbling down from her lower lip. As they looked at each other, her tongue flicked out and captured the cum droplet. She moved it around in her mouth for a moment, savouring it, then she swallowed. He shivered a little, and she smiled at him. "Like it?" she said. "Are you kidding, Mum? Can we do that every day?" She laughed. "maybe," she said. Then she bent down and licked up some of the cum that had continued dribbling out of his cock, and swallowed that, too. She frowned up at him. "You're still hard." James reached down and gently grabbed her under her arms, and pulled her up to lay on top of him, face to face. "It's because you're so beautiful Mum," he said. His left hand moved down to caress her naked ass as his right hand moved behind her head, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her down to kiss him. Her eyes closed as their lips met, and her lips parted as his tongue found hers. She moaned deep in her throat and ground her pussy against his hard on as they passionately kissed. Then her eyes flew open and she pulled away, as though she'd just woken up. "Well, umm... that was nice! I guess... I guess we should get you off to work now, heh heh." She stood up. "I sort of forgot to make coffee; I'll do that while you shower." James stood up too. "Mum, did I do something wrong?" "No, Sweetie, I just... we have to be careful is all. Do you understand?" "Sure, Mum, I guess," he said. What he understood was that although she was willing to get him off, she didn't want it going any farther than that. She had drawn the line but was maybe having a bit of a hard time staying on her side of it.

James moved to her and engulfed her in a hug, making sure that his erection pressed into her vagina again. He grabbed her ass and pulled her body into him, moving his hips a little so that his penis would rub against her pussy. "I love you, Mum," he said as he bent to kiss her. Once again, her eyes closed and her lips parted and they ground against each other as they kissed.

She moaned and grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him against her as she moved her own hips to increase the rubbing contact against his rock hard dick. James knew then that she would let him bend her over the bed and fuck her, and he knew exactly how wonderful that would feel. He didn't want to be the one to cross her line. He pulled away, and she opened her eyes. "James?" she said. "I'll go take that shower now, Mum," he said. "I love you." "Oh, I love you too, Sweetie." She smiled at him. James slowly walked through the door and down the hall, hoping she would call him back to her, but she didn't. On Saturday, James was awake by 6:00, his body in need of his mother's touch. He lay there, hard and ready, but she didn’t come. His balls were aching so he had to jack himself off, thinking of his mothers mouth around his hard young cock.

He was worried. Maybe she didn’t want to do this anymore?

At around 9:00 he heard her moving around in the kitchen, so he got up, put on some shorts and went to get a drink. Mum was standing there, dressed in a short skirt and a white cotton top. She looked so sexy but she didn’t look well.

“Morning, mum. You ok?”

"Morning, Baby," she said. “I’m so sorry about this morning. I wanted to come and see you but I’ve had a really bad night. I must have slept wrong and I’ve got a migraine and a really sore back." "Oh shit. That’s not good. I feel kinda bad now cause I thought you didn’t want to do it anymore." “Not at all, Sweetie. I love our mornings together. I just couldn’t drag myself up this morning.”

“Oh that’s okay. I can massage your back and neck for you if you want? Would that help?”

“It really would, but are you sure you don’t mind?”

 “Mum, you’ve been helping me out every day. This is the least I can do. Besides, I think I’m pretty good at giving massages.”

 She laughed. “Ok sweetie. I’d really like that.”

 Together they walked to her room. Mum went into her bathroom and emerged with a bottle of massage oil and handed it to him as he sat on the edge of her bed.

 As he watched, she lifted her tshirt over her head and exposed her white bra. She reached behind and unclasped her bra and he watched her breasts fall free. They were so big. So full. He’d give anything to touch them. She then lowered her skirt and underwear and stepped out of them. She stood before him in her naked glory. Instantly, he felt the familiar twinge in his cock. It had already started to harden in his shorts. He wanted to be naked with her. She may not want to have sex with him, but he enjoyed having her look at him and touch him. He stood up and took his shorts off. His semi-hard cock pointed straight at her. She smiled at him and licked her lips. She lay face down on the bed.

As he poured a little oil onto his hand, he looked down at her body. Her head was turned to the left, resting on her hands. He could see the sides of her breasts as they were kinda squished and pushed out to the side. Her body narrowed at her waist and below that, her ass. It was big and round. Her legs were apart slightly and her large thighs were just touching.

He straddled her thighs and rubbed his hands together. He started on her neck and shoulders. She lowered her arms slightly so he could massage them easily. He kneaded her muscles firmly. She let out a moan. His cock twinged again. In this position, it was resting against her ass. Surely she can feel how hard he is. He poured a little oil onto her back and proceeded to massage it. Long, firm strokes down her back. Then he slid his hands up and to the sides. His fingers brushed against her breasts. Oh fuck, they were so soft. Mum moaned again. He continued massaging. He would stop just above her ass, not trusting himself to go lower. Not sure how she would react.

“Oh god, sweetie. You are sooo good. That feels amazing.”

His young cock was now rock hard. He was naked. On top of his naked mother. He’d touched her breasts. She hadn’t flinched. In fact, she’d seemed to enjoy it.

He decided to test her boundaries.

With his next upward stroke, he slid his hands to her sides and massaged the sides of her breasts. Mum moaned loudly and squirmed beneath him. His cock pulsed. She does want him.

He started massaging a little lower each time until he was rubbing her ass. His hands slid over her round cheeks and then up her back again. Next time he went lower, she lifted her ass in the air slightly and her legs parted. James couldn’t believe it. He moved down slightly so he was straddling her knees. He massaged her ass and again, she lifted it. Her legs parted and he could see her perfectly smooth pussy between them.

It looked so damn perfect.

So smooth. So soft. So inviting.

His heart was pounding so hard he was sure his mum could hear it. His cock was so hard it hurt. He slid his hand down over her ass crack and between her legs. He waited for her to object. She lifted her ass higher. His fingers brushed against her pussy. James and his mum both moaned. He did it again, this time letting his fingers linger a little longer. She was so wet. He waited for her to object. Again, she moaned. And she parted her legs further.

He started rubbing her pussy. Then he pushed the lips apart and slid his fingers up and down. He felt her clit and lingered there for a moment. Mum shivered a little and moaned again. James rubbed her clit. She squirmed and lifted her ass higher. He slowly inserted first one, then two fingers of his other hand into her pussy.

“Oh James” she began to grind against his hands.

Mum was now up on her knees with her legs wide apart. Knelt behind her, he could see her beautiful round ass and her pussy. His fingers continued to rub her clit and he started to finger her faster. He was surprised at how tight she was. His two fingers were a tight fit. He wanted to put a third inside her but he didn’t want to hurt her.

By this time, his cock was dripping pre cum onto his mum’s legs. He wanted so bad to slide inside her but he was still unsure of how far she would let him go.

Mum began to squirm. He saw her clench the sheets with one hand. She was moaning loudly. Encouraged, he started to go harder and faster. He could feel her tighten around his fingers. Her clit felt hard as he rubbed it.

“James!! Oh god. Oh fuck!! James!!!!” her body tensed and her moans got louder as she orgasmed. A little bit of cum oozed out of her and onto his hand. He hadn’t known women could do that! James slowed down but continued to stroke her. He could see her body trembling as she recovered from her orgasm. He waited for her to tell him to stop but she didn’t.

After a few minutes, he started to go faster again. Then he felt her pussy tighten around his fingers. She squirmed. She moaned. He could see her grabbing at the sheets. She was having another orgasm! This time, she bucked like crazy. She even screamed a little. Fluid poured past his fingers and onto the sheets below her. OMG. His mother was squirting!! He’d never seen that before. it was mesmerising. His hands were dripping with her juices and his mum was literally shaking. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done so far.

As she came down from it, he removed his hands and she rolled over to face him. He was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Mum? Are you OK?" "Wonderful!" she said. "Oh, James, that was... certainly the best massage I've ever had. I'm sorry about... all the noise and stuff." "I enjoyed it a lot, Mum." he touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then he brought his hand, covered in her juices, up to his nose. Mum watched as he inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in his mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off. She shivered again as she watched him. Then she knelt up and pushed him back. "Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it's your turn."

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The Wrapping

In my last story, I wanted to write a dark thriller-ish story with a villainous protagonist, but I wanted this story to be a whole lot more wholesome (though still devious) for the holidays! It’s kind of silly and not as hot tbh, but hopefully it’s kind of fun for someone. It’s been one hell of a year, so here’s to a better 2021. Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays y’all! Stay safe, and make sure no one you’re close to is plotting to suitify you! ;)

edit: Oh crap, I totally forgot to post this yesterday! Here it is though, my message stays the same! 

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I sighed as I listened to the mundane tapping of fingers on keyboards, nails hitting the desk, pens clicking. Over and over, my head rang with the same sounds throughout the morning. No one who was here wanted to be here. Except perhaps my boss. That piece of shit put us all to work instead of giving us the holidays off. Only reason he might be happy to be here is probably because, if his wife has been hearing any of the rumors regarding his interactions with the female employees of our company, I’m assuming their marriage is disastrous.

I thought I’d be able to relax at home, spend Christmas with my boyfriend, Craig. We’ve been together for a couple of years now, and this was our first year living together. Our first Christmas spent together. The last one, we had both flown home to see our parents, splitting up. 

But of course, my piece of shit boss had called me up. Told me to come in and work...subtly threatened unemployment if I objected. I wanted to quit right  then and there, but money was tight and I knew how much Craig and I could use the cash. I had to break the news to Craig, but he was understanding. He promised that we’d open up presents tonight, or we’d open them up tomorrow if I was too tired. It was heartwarming to hear the support loved one, but made the act of going to work the next day no less grueling. 

“Hey Lance, you get that call from boss too?” I jumped at the sound of my name being called and turned to see my coworker and one of the few friends I’ve made in the office, Trevor. He was a good lookin’ guy, though he only had a frustrated face at the moment. 

“Yeah. Fucking ridiculous.”

“Right? Sick of this fucking job. Frankly, I’m not even sure what I fucking do at this point,” he joked. A hint of a smile popped up on his face. He slapped me on the arm and got up, heading towards the bathroom. I closed my eyes and imagined what I’ll do with Craig. It was the only thing that could motivate me to keep up with my work. 

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Hours later, the sun was setting and an orange hue painted the sky. It was a surprisingly beautiful sunset, considering it was Christmas. I finally finished my work. I watched the tired people around me cleaning up their desks, disgruntled and ready to go home. I glanced over at Trevor’s desk and noted he was still missing...weird. I hadn’t seen him the entire day ever since he left to go to the restroom. I guessed he had wisened up and just left. I sure as hell wish I could afford to...I know Trevor came from a pretty wealthy background. But at least I could finally find some respite with the end of the day approaching. 

Until I saw the secretary walking to my desk. 

She placed her hands on my desk and looked me in the eye, almost remorsefully. 

“Mr. Campbell would like to speak to you.”

My heart sunk as I realized I’ll be spending more time in this shithole instead of celebrating the holidays with my boyfriend. I slumped in my chair and nodded to the secretary. She left me and I cleaned my act up. Surely it must be something quick, right? I couldn’t imagine him calling me in at the end like this for any reason. 

Walking over to Mr. Campbell’s office, I opened the door and saw my dapper boss staring at me intimidatingly. 

“Hello, Lance. I’m sure this little meeting may come as a surprise. Take a seat, won’t you?” He motioned towards a chair opposite from his desk, while seating himself in a larger one. 

“I know you might be a little confused as to why I called you in. But let me assure it’s nothing bad.” He smiled at me, something I had never seen before on his face. He always looked menacing and unwelcoming. But right in this moment, something seemed different. 

“I just wanted to give you this for being an outstanding part of this office. You’ve always been productive and loyal to this business. You deserve proper compensation. Especially for coming in on Christmas.”

From behind his desk, he pulled out a fairly large box, wrapped in a snowman-covered paper, perhaps the size of my torso, and slid it across the desk. I cautiously took the box, wondering what the catch was. There was no way he decided to just randomly give me this out of kindness or gratefulness. Not Mr. Campbell. This is the abusive boss who makes people work on Christmas, threaten their jobs and their records, and, allegedly, numerous women have quit and spoken up on him firing them if they did not oblige to sexual favors. On top of that, why the hell is he only giving this to me? Still, he was my boss for now, and I had to appeal to him.

“...Er, thanks, Mr. Campbell. I appreciate the gift. I’ll make sure-”

“Why don’t you open it?”

“Right here? Right now?”

“Yes. Open it. I want you to see it.”

Confused, I still obeyed and started to rip the wrapping paper off. I glanced up to give the boss an acknowledging smile as I lifted the lid up. I found a folded up suit and tie, along with pants.

“Clothing, Mr. Campbell?” I tried to feign gratitude with a hesitant smile.

“Keep going.” 

I lifted the clothing and saw an ID on top of a peach colored object. On the ID, I saw a picture of...Trevor. A chill ran across my spine as I felt the peace colored object...it felt like skin. I pulled it out and lo and behold...it was Trevor in the form of a flimsy suit. 

“Is this some kind of...costume?” The thing gave me the creeps, but I couldn’t defy my curiosity. 

“You could say that.”

“Was that...you earlier then?”

A grim glare shot across Mr. Campbell’s face. “No.”

“Then...what did you do to Trevor?” My voice quivered as a ton of horrific scenes ran through my head. 

“It was just an injection. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” He pulled out what looked like pink stickers. “All you do is slap these magic tags on, and he’ll be restored within an hour. Sorry to alarm you.” 

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth, until Mr. Campbell said, “Why don’t you put him on right now?” 

“What? Right here? I don’t even know-”

“Take your clothes off. Stretch open the mouth. You can figure out the rest.” 

Something told me I didn’t have a choice. I laid the suit on the floor and started to pull out of my clothing, tossing it over the chair. I grabbed the Trevor suit and dipped my toes into the mouth. Surprisingly, it was soft and comfortable. I slipped into the legs and did a few test jumps. Mr. Campbell observed closely as the suit matched my form. I squeezed my way into the rest of the suit before pulling the face over my own, before a painful ache rushed through my body. Suddenly, a lifetime of memories flooded my mind. I recalled feeling a prick in the neck before everything went black...I wasn’t exactly sure what to say to Mr. Campbell.

“Is there something you would like me to do with this?” Trevor’s voice escaped my throat! It was like I was him entirely. But why did Mr. Campbell want me in this suit? I was confused on what to do now. I stood there awkwardly, naked with an admittedly sexier body. Mr. Campbell walked around his desk and came up to me.

“Why don’t you unwrap your second present?” He grabbed my crotch, though I immediately relented and backed up.

“I’m sorry Mr. Campbell, but I’ve got a boyfriend, and frankly, this is a little weird...”

“Don’t you want to provide for him?” I gulped, knowing my job was on the line. Craig would understand, he always does.

I started to unbutton Mr. Campbell’s jacket and slid it off of him. The white button-up was already partially open, displaying the man’s hairy chest. Despite how awful my boss was, I confessed I considered him an attractive man. I pulled off the shirt and was down to his pants. I looked at him, unsure if he wanted me to go all the way. He nodded, urging me to take it all off. I unbuckled his belt and slid it out, the pants visibly loosened and slipped down with ease. I looked up for another nod of approval before removing his shoes and socks, smelling the subtle rankness of his feet. Finally, i slipped his underwear down, and a lengthy member dropped in front of me. I examined the man in front of me, up and down. Were these the kind of sexual favors my boss wanted? Was he interested in men? 

“Why don’t you keep going?” 

I raised an eyebrow at him, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“Keep going.” He walked closer to me, sensually looking me in the eye. 

I couldn’t quite grasp what he meant, until he tugged at his cheek, revealing something else inside. I rubbed Mr. Campbell’s face and he closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure. Slowly tracing down his face, I hooked my fingers under his lips and started to stretch the mouth open. I could feel the scruffy facial hair move under my fingers as I tugged at his face, the face distorting as a familiar face was revealed under Mr. Campbell’s face.

“Craig?” I was absolutely speechless as I slipped off the entire face of my boss. The upper half of the face landed in a heap behind him, while the chin lay across his chest. I backed up in shock at the spectacle before me! 

Craig gave me a devious smile and started to rip the skin off of himself. Still using Mr. Campbell’s hands, he grabbed at the mouth around his neck and started to pull. As he did, the skin started to give, and he started to rip it off, like wrapping. Truly like a Christmas gift! The face split in half and he tugged towards his left arm. With a forceful motion, the arm sleeve ripped right off and he tossed it towards onto the desk, the fingers hanging over the side as they flopped around. He continued to rip the other side off as the suit seemingly got shredded. With the torso hanging over his hip, the torn up skinsuit hung onto the cock in pieces, the face hanging by the side while the right hand of the suit laying flatly on the ground. Craig heaved as he pulled the rest of it off violently, further shredding the skin until it lay as a mess on the floor. He picked up it and slung the mangled skinsuit onto the desk.

“Merry Christmas, babe!” He held me by my hips and kissed me.

“Craig, what the hell is this?” 

“I bought us some of these serums, and figured they would make a nice gift. I didn’t originally plan to use it on these guys in specific, but when you got that call and told me about your shitty boss...I figured we could get a bit of revenge. Plus, you’ve told me about Trevor being hot. So I figured, why the hell not?” 

“But what about Mr. Campbell? You ripped him up!”

“Don’t worry, trust me, some tape and those little sticker things he showed...he’ll be back. And he’ll be humbled.”

He went back behind the desk and pulled out a paper and slid it over to me. I skimmed through it...this was a document giving the company to me!

“Oh my God! What the fuck? This is...”

“Yep. I always said you’d make a great leader. And whenever your coworkers come by to hang out with us, you have no clue what they say about you. They’re gonna love you. And Mr. Campbell over here, signed the document. Hopefully, he takes the time off to reimagine himself as a better man. All you gotta do is sign it yourself.” He rolled a pen over and I held it within my hand. I scoured through Trevor’s thoughts, and he had said some of the sweetest things about me, and his conversations with our colleagues suggested that maybe I could be the one  to make this shithole better. I brought the pen to the paper and voila, my signature was on it.

“You get to be the boss now, Lance.” Craig got up and came to embrace me. I was too stunned at everything happening to give him much of a response. “You can make this place so much better next year. But for now, why don’t we enjoy that sexy suit you’re in?” He started to kiss me, and I returned the favor. I pulled back for a second and looked Craig in the eyes.

“This is the best Christmas ever...Why don’t I give you my present now?” I gave him a suggestive look, rubbing up against against him. I pushed him down across the desk and whispered into his ear, “I love you, babe. Merry Christmas.” 

[navalcriminalimagines]

from NYC to DC

request: I was hoping to request a Barbra x reader where the reader and him have a really bad break up (honey make it angst asf I’m in the mood for that atm lmao don’t know why ) and they transfer because of it to NCIS (ouuuu cross over ) and they are happy and with her son/daughter.

author’s note: anon, again, thank you for your request!!! i hope you’ll have as much fun as i had writing this! that’s definitely not how i pictured it at first but inspo kept coming along the way!! maybe... just maybe, if you guys want it, i could make this a series... if you’re interested :) 

words: 4,840

warnings: making out, slight smut, betray, cheating

tags: @averyhotchner​

6 weeks.

6 weeks since you and your husband hasn’t been intimate. And it was way too long for you.

You and Rafael had been together for almost 9 years, married for 5, with a 4 years old little boy. Your record with any sexual activity was 3 months and to be fair, it was after you gave birth to Eduardo.

It’s been 6 weeks now, you had no idea why and you couldn’t wait another day. When you arrived at the office, you let your boss know you were taking your afternoon off. There’s nothing your team can’t take care of, so he agreed.

Right after, you texted your mother-in-law Lucia, asking her if she could take Edu for the night, maybe until Sunday. The plan was not to leave the bed and your husband’s naked body until you had to.

Before going home, you stopped to buy some lingerie. Tonight needs to be perfect, and what’s better than surprising your husband with new spicy lingerie?

You spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment, cooking Rafael’s favorite Cuban dish and preparing yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, with the lingerie on, wondering if you were the problem. Is he not attracted to you anymore? Obviously your body changed after you gave birth, but it never seemed to bother him before. Why now? Rafael never left you this long without touching and kissing your body, letting you know how much he loves you and wants you. Why doesn’t he do that anymore? What’s wrong with you?

A bit before 6, you texted your husband, asking what time he’s coming home. That’s something you often do, so there would be no surprise there.

Dunno, 8 maybe. He answered. But you couldn’t until 8.

Edu’s asking for you... could you make it for dinner? You sent.

Sure :)

Perfect. You made last minute prep before he got there. You curled your long hair just like he loves it, you only had mascara on, to make your blue eyes look bigger. You heard him coming home and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. If nothing happens, something’s really wrong, you told yourself.

Rafael had a confused look on his face. His son was nowhere to find, the apartment smelled like ropa vieja. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was waiting on the coffee table. “Y/N?” He called.

“Hey handsome!” You emerged from the hallway, with a smile on your face. You looked gorgeous. You had Rafael’s favorite green dress on, his heart sunk. He stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what day it is?” He asked.

“No particular day, Raf, don’t worry,” you chuckled and walked to him. “Just want a nice night with my husband,” you put your arms his neck and kissed him softly.

“Love the sound of that,” he smiled. “Love the smell too,” he kissed you again.

“I made your favorite,”

He laughed, “I wasn’t talking about the food. Although it does smell good. But I meant your scent,” Rafael gently kissed your shoulder and you heard him breath in your scent, “Victoria’s Secret bare vanilla,” he said, with his head hide in your neck.

“Oh! Talk dirty to me,” you chuckled. When he emerged from your neck, you took a moment to look at him, at his face, his eyes, his mouth... “I miss you, Raf,”

His eyebrows clenched together. “I’m here, amor. Always been,” he said.

“I know. I-it’s just—“ you shook your head, “Nevermind. Wine?” You offered and he nodded.

The night began well. You had small talks over dinner, Rafael enjoyed the dish you made. “It gets better every time,” he told you. But things went south pretty quickly when you took him to the bedroom. You made him sit on the edge of the bed and started to undress in front of him. “¡Coño!” You heard him. You smiled and continued the show until you were in your lingerie. “New?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. He sat on his lap and started to kiss him deeply. You felt his hands on your body and gosh how you missed his touch and his kisses.

You couldn’t feel his crotch growing between your legs. You didn’t think further about it first, and you laid him down on the bed. You unhooked his belt, undid his button and put his pants down. You softly touched him through the fabric, waiting for his cock to react. Still nothing. Rafael wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was focused on the ceiling, as if he was wanting for this to be over.

“You okay over there?” You asked, a bit worried.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he answered.

You did as he said. You freed his cock and went to suck him. You did everything you usually do but nothing. There was no reaction. “Rafael? Something’s wrong?” You were already frustrated and it was getting worse.

“Lo siento, amor. I don’t know what’s happening,” Rafael sat back on the bed and put his boxer brief back on. He had a very sad look on the bed. You were lost. Is he really not attracted to you anymore? You sat in front of him, held his hand and tried to avoid the tears that were threatening to come out.

“Talk to him, my love. Do you not want me anymore?” You asked.

“No! Of course not! I do,” he interjected.

“I want to believe you but—your body says otherwise,” you said. “It never happened before, no matter how exhausted you were,”

He sighed but stayed silent. You saw a single tear running down his cheek. You closed the gap between you and your husband and hugged him. Rafael had his face buried in your chest, and you felt he was crying. “Baby, tell me what’s going on, please,” you begged.

“I’m so sorry, amor,” he cried, “so sorry,” he repeated.

“What for? Tell me,” you softly grabbed his face in your hand and forced him to look at you. “What are you sorry for?” You asked again. Still crying, he opened his mouth to talk but closed it immediately. “Rafael, please,” you begged again.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. It was a stupid mistake, one terribly stupid mistake and I feel so bad,” understanding what it was trying to tell you, you let go off his hands, taking an inch away from him. Disgust was obvious on your face. But you couldn’t say anything, this can’t be true. It can’t be happening. “Amor, I swear—“

“Shut up!” You exclaimed. There was so many things going through your mind at this very moment, you didn’t even know where to begin. Your heart was beating so fast, you swore it was coming out off your chest. Rafael tried to grab your hands but you swapped them away.

“Who?” You choked up.

“Does it matter?”

You stood up and started to put your clothes back on. “You bet your ass it does! I wanna know who that bitch is! You’ll take care of your case later! But don’t put your hopes high, you ruined our fucking marriage!”

“No, no!” Rafael interjected and jumped from the bed. He grabbed your arms to stop you from putting a sweater on. Your whole body was shaking from anger. Rafael saw something in your eyes he never saw before. Indeed, he knew he ruined the relationship. “There’s a way I can make you forgive me. It has to. We can’t—“

“We can’t what, Rafael?” You snapped. “End our relationship? Destroy our marriage, our family? I believe that’s what you did!” You pushed him aside so you could walk out of the bedroom. Rafael briefly lost his balance and found himself on the bed but he immediately went back on his feet and followed you. He grabbed you by your waist, preventing you from going further. He didn’t have time to say something, “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid!” You weren’t really talking to your husband, but more letting your anger out, “Here I was, trying to understand what was happening. Asking myself why we didn’t have sex for weeks, thinking it was maybe my fault, that something was wrong with me, or with my body— I spent the entire afternoon preparing this night, so we could find each other again, so that it was just us. Just you and me—“ Rafael was holding you from behind, you didn’t have the strength to fight his grip. You were both crying, “I can’t believe you did this, Rafael. And for what? To empty your fucking balls?”

“I know I have no excuses,” Rafael had buried his head in your back, still holding you. He didn’t want to let go off you. He was scared that if he let you go, you would never come back. Maybe he was onto something. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to say it was because of alcohol, because I had a few drinks but, it doesn’t change anything, I know it,”

“You damn right it doesn’t,” you said, still crying. His hands were locked in your front, you took a look at his wedding band. How could he ruin your vows? Your promises?

“Please, amor,” this made you lose it. Being a federal agent makes you much stronger than him, so you didn’t struggle to get out off his arms.

“Do not ‘amor’ me, Rafael. You lost that right. You lost when you fucked that bitch. Hell, you lost it when your lips—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. That thought of him with someone else makes you sick in your stomach. Rafael could see it on your face.

“I will do anything to make you forgive me, Y/N. I swear—“ he paused. “do you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Cause I’ll do it,” you saw him starting to kneel.

“Don’t even—“ you warned him and he stopped on his tracks. “We’ve been together for almost 10 years and you know me better than anyone. You know that cheating is a deal breaker,”

“Yes, I do. But—“ he tried.

“There’s no ‘but’, Rafael. I will never trust you again. I will never be able to look at you, to—kiss you or do anything, without thinking of what you did,”

“What does that mean?” He had this terribly sad look on his face, as if the world was ending. But it’s all on him. You can’t feel guilty about what you’re going to say.

“It’s over. We’re done,”

Rafael did beg for several minutes. At some point, he was getting so weak from the cries and the pain, he fell on his knees and held onto your waist. He apologized too many times you could count, he made promises, offers. He was willing to do anything so you could forgive him. But you couldn’t. Not now, not ever.

Neither of you slept that night. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do but you needed some fresh air. “Where you going?” Rafael asked when he saw you putting on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you slammed the door behind you.

After that, it all happened quickly. You did your best not to alarm your son but he noticed he wasn’t seeing his parents together anymore. You spent half your time at your best friend’s place. You focused on your job and your son, doing your best to avoid Rafael.

There was one thing you needed to know; who he cheated on you with. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was his coworker Olivia Benson. Rafael and you always made important not to mix professional and personal life, which is why you only met her a few times.

One night, you waited for her next to her car. You didn’t care she was a Lieutenant, and that you were in front of her precinct, just like you didn’t care when you saw that she wasn’t alone. Sonny Carisi was walking her to her car when you emerged from the dark.

“Mrs Barba, hey!” The detective greeted you, “if you’re looking for your husband, he’s not here. Also, what’s wrong with him lately? He’s been more annoying than usual,” he smiled.

“You’re about to find out, detective,” on those words, you didn’t think twice before throwing a punch right into Olivia’s jaw and nose. It put all your strength in it, she lost her balance and thankfully for her, Sonny caught her. Was he supposed to arrest you? What was happening? “Next time you want to screw up with an ADA, chose a single one. But don’t worry now, he fucking is,” you just said and left.

“Lieu, what do I—?” Sonny asked, confused.

“Let her go, Carisi,” Olivia answered, holding her bloody nose, “You better not say a single word about this. To anyone,”

“How’s my favorite New Yorker agent?” Tobias Fornell greeted you with a hug. All the people you work with notice that something was wrong but no one dared to ask. You met Tobias a few years ago on the job, you immediately hit it off and he became a close friend. So close that it’s in his arms that you let go your pain, and cried every tear you had left. “Not so great, apparently,” he whispered. Fornell let you cry and calm down in his arms. “Wanna talk about it?”

You explained everything during a coffee break. A part of him wanted to go find and beat the crap out of Rafael. He probably would have done it if you didn’t have a little boy with him. Edu doesn’t deserve to see his father with cuts and bruises.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I need some time away from New York I think. Everything here makes me thing of him and I—I can’t deal with it,”

“Will ‘some time away’ be enough? I mean—if you’re up for a big change, NCIS team is one man down,”

At first, you refused. You weren’t ready for a change that big... until you broke into tears in front of a theater on Broadway, where Rafael took you for your first date. You couldn’t stay in New York. So you called Tobias and asked if NCIS had found someone. They hadn’t.

Since the breakup, you just dropped Eduardo in front of the apartment’s door, waited for Rafael to open and immediately left. This time you got in, to your husband’s surprise. His hopes went straight back up. You asked your son to go into his bedroom for a moment so you could talk with Rafael.

“How are you?” He asked, not sure it was the right move.

“Let’s not do that. I just want to let you know I’m moving to DC. With Edu—“

“Wait, what? No, there’s no—“

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafael. I’m telling you. You’ll see your son every time you want to, DC is just a 3 hours train ride, okay? I can’t stay here. Not only you ruined our marriage, our family but you also ruined New York for me,”

“I—I can understand that, Y/N. But DC? Can’t you move somewhere I can see my son right after work if I want to?”

“Work opportunity,” you answered.

“What if I want him to stay here with me? And that you’re the one to comes on weekend to see him?” Rafael was on papa bear mode. He starts to understand you won’t ever forgive him, and he’s willing to accept it, no matter how bad it hurts. It’s all on him. But taking his son away? That’s a total different thing.

“If that’s what you want, hire a fucking lawyer. I’m leaving next week,”

Before you left the apartment you and Rafael shared for years, the apartment where Edu spent the first four years of his life, you did something that broke his heart for good. You left your wedding band on the coffee table.

* * *

Fornell welcomed you and your son in his house until you found a place of your own. You had a babysitter on demand with Emily. Eduardo likes her a lot already.

“Who is she again?” Tony asked his boss.

“A friend of Fornell. She was a FBI agent in New York, and now she’s with us,”

“You owned him something?” 

Tony quickly regretted judging you without meeting you first. He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger joining the team, but a few hours after your arrival, he knew he was wrong. You are lovable and you know your job. “Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Abby, Ducky and Palmer,” Gibbs told you and you followed him. Never in the world you had such a warm welcoming as the one Abby gave you. “I made this for you,” she offered you a sweater, “And Fornell told me your son loves to play to dress up, so I made him--this,” she showed off a dress that looked a little gothie. “It was one of my dress that I don’t wear anymore. I made a few adjustments and hopefully, it will suit--Eduardo?” 

“Yes, but everybody calls him Edu. When I call him Eduardo, he knows it’s trouble,” you chuckled and took the dress from her, “He is going to love it! Thank you so much, Abigail, you didn’t have too,” 

“Wow, she called me Abigail,” she said, looking at Gibbs. “Only Ducky does. But I can get used to it, coming from you too,” she smiled. 

The next day you showed her a picture of Edu wearing the dress. Indeed he was loving it, he asked to sleep with it. 

As you were looking for apartment, you realized you could actually make a dream of yours come true and buy a house. Your own house. New York didn’t give this opportunity. The houses the city had to offer didn’t look like real houses to you, that’s why you agreed with Rafael on buying an apartment on Park Avenue. But this was a new life. This is the time. You started to settle up, to know how much you could loan to the bank. Considering you had to buy every fourniture, a new car, and have something to eat in the fridge, it appeared impossible. For a moment you regretted no asking for an alimony and you growled at yourself.

“Everything okay over there?” you heard Gibbs asking from his desk. It was 9pm and you and him were the only ones left.

“Why are property prices so high?” you asked and you heard him chuckle.

“That’s why I’m glad I bought my house years ago,” Gibbs stood up and walked up to your desk. “Want to buy a place?” 

“I thought it could be the time, but when I see the prices, everything I have to buy and my salary--it doesn’t match,” 

“No alimony?” 

“Hell no. Rafael wanted to, at least for Edu, but I told him that if he wants to give money to his son, he can do it when he’s visiting and put it on his bank account,” 

“Your 4 years old has a bank account?” Gibbs smiled.

“For when he’ll be older, yeah. We never know what can happened,” 

Your boss took a quick look at your computer, “What about that house?” he said. You were looking for houses on sell online, you stopped on a house. Not for what it looked like but for the price.

“It’s a smoking ruin, Gibbs. I clicked on it because that’s the best I can actually pay for,” you showed him the pictures of the house. 

“With some handy work, we can make something of it,” he said.

“We?” 

“You, me, Fornell, and probably the rest of the team if you ask them,”

“That ain’t gonna happen,” 

Turns out, the next day when you arrived in the bullpen, everyone was there, looking at the screen. “’Grab your gear’?” you said, approaching your fairly new team. 

“More like ‘buy the house’,” Abby interjected. You understood and shoot a glare at your boss, who was smiling. “So--all the wood works definitely go to Gibbs, Bishop said she’s good with the painting. McGee and I can do the floors,” 

“I can take care of the bathroom, I redid ours,” Jimmy spoke up. 

“Autopsy gremlin--that’s very unexpected,” 

You watched them talking about the house for a moment. Your new team was planning to spend many weekends working a house you haven’t buy yet. Who are those people? You only met them weeks ago, and they are acting like...a family. That thought brought so many feelings inside you. You excused yourself and ran to the ladies room. “I got it,” Gibbs said the team and joined you. Thankfully there was no lady in there. You were crying over the sink and Gibbs gently took your hand and brought you in his arms. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked. 

“That--what’s happening over there. It’s wrong,” 

“Gonna need a little more info,” 

You rise from his arms and looked at him, “There’s no way all of you are ruining your days off to help me,” 

“We want to,” he spoke for everyone.

“But--why? Why would you do that?” 

“Because that’s what families do, Y/N. Simple as that,” you looked down at your first, trying not to cry again.

“Rafael has been my only family, ever,” you confessed. 

“Figured that out. Let us become your new family,” 

You nodded, unsure of what is actually meant. “Damn you for reading my file,” Gibbs chuckled and invited you to go back to the team. 

After many appointments for weeks, the house was finally yours. And on the team’s first day off after you got the keys, everyone showed up in used clothes. “Let’s get dirty!” Abby exclaimed, getting in your house. It was yours. That’s something you never thought would happen. Especially after the past months. 

Ducky became the boss on that project. He made to-do lists and assigned the missions. Gibbs was in charge of the wooden floors, Bishop and Abby went painting upstairs. As he said, Jimmy assigned himself to the bathroom. Tony and McGee worked on the minor repairs, and you were the floating agent. Going where you were needed. 

In the afternoon, Tobias showed up with Emily and Edu. Your son was wearing a overalls with doc martens and a baseball cap above his long dark hair. His fashion choices never stop to amaze you. “Mami!” he jumped into your arms. “Is it done yet?” he asked, excitingly. 

“Oh no, baby! I told you we still have to stay with uncle Toby and Em for a while,” 

You never had someone close enough to you and your son so that Edu would actually call them “Uncle” or “Aunt”. Now that’s what he’s doing with the entire team. “Can I see my bedroom?” 

You took him upstairs to his future bedroom. Ellie and Abby were painting the walls. “Edu! I love your overalls,” Abby exclaimed.

“I love yours aunt Abby,” 

“Wanna help the girls, baby?” you offered and Edu happily accepted. You went downstairs, helping Gibbs with the floor and your son stayed with your coworkers. 

“I don’t want my room to be white!” 

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie! We have to paint it white first and then you’ll choose the colors you want,” Bishop told Edu.

“Purple and green,” 

“That’s an interesting mix,” Abby smiled.

“Mamiiii!” Edu came running to you, “I’m gonna have a disney wall in my room!” 

“What?!” 

“Aunt Ellie said so,” 

You looked at Bishop who was standing right behind and she explained that she has a friend that will do it. For free. How amazing are those people. 

For weeks, the entire team spent at least all their sundays working in the house. It was going really well. The house was becoming a home. Your home. Yours and your son. The guys were building the furniture you had already bought, Gibbs was taking care of the kitchen with Tobias, Jimmy was still working on the bathroom with Ducky’s help and Ellie and Abby was taking care of the final touches. Edu was having fun with Emily in the backyard. 

“Phone!” everyone heard Gibbs shouting. All the phones were on the kitchen counter and Tobias checked the one that was ringing. When he saw “Rafael” written on it, he called for you. You answered and went on the porch in front the house. 

“Mami and I just arrived in DC, we’re staying for the weekend. Can I pick up Edu?” Rafael asked over the phone.

“I--yeah sure. I’m sending you the address,” 

You and Rafael only talk for your son. Edu told him you have a new house but Rafael doesn’t know you actually bought it. Your husband hears a lot about the team, Edu is fond of them. On one side, he likes that Edu is enjoying living in DC and the other side, he hates it. He wishes you and his son would come back. That you would forgive him from cheating on you. 

For several weeks after you left, Rafael considered moving to DC too. To be close to his son obviously but also hoping it would make you change your mind, or at least realized he’s willing to do anything for you. But he came to the conclusion it was a bad idea. You moved to get away from him, he had to respect that. 

Rafael and Lucia arrived in front of your house. You noticed the car through the window and told Edu his father was there. The little boy ran from the backyard to his father and his grandmother. “I miss you so much, cariño,” Rafael said, holding his son tight. 

You went out of the house to greet your ex mother-in-law, “Hola mija, it’s good to see you,” she said. You hadn’t seen her since you left DC months ago. 

“Papi, I have a disney wall in my room! Wanna see it?” 

Rafael looked at you for approval and you gave it. The four of you walked inside the house. The first people Rafael saw, were Tony and Tim. Tony had his thumb in his mouth, “What the hell did you do DiNozzo?” you asked.

“He took his thumb for the screw,” Tim laughed and so did Edu.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, little cubano?” Tony told your son, playfully. 

“Uh-oh,” you heard Edu say. He knew he was in trouble. He started to run in the house, chased by Tony. “Sorry,” you mouthed to Rafael, who stayed silent. What the hell did he do? Not only he lost you but you changed, and his son too. He lost his family, for good. He watched his boy getting grab by a man with silver hair. The guy gave a gentle kick to the one that was chasing Edu. 

“Thank you uncle Gibbs,” 

“Always, my bud,” 

Being his over dramatic self, Tony was on the floor, holding his stomach. “Boss has a new favorite, I’m gonna die,” 

“Cause you thought you once were my favorite?” Gibbs snapped. 

“Bye cruel world,” Tony said, holding his chest and pretending to die. Edu took advantages of it and jumped on the italian agent. “Okay, I’m alive again,” 

You and Rafael were watching them until you felt his hand on your arm. You looked at him, “Can we talk outside, por favor?” he asked. You told Lucia to sit on a chair and you joined Rafael on the porch’s stairs. “You look good,” he started to say. “Not just physically. You look like you’re in a good place with your life,”

“I am,” you agreed. 

“I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy,” 

“Go to the point, Rafael,” 

“I’m dating Olivia,” he confessed. 

“Son of a--” you exclaimed but realized the house’s door was open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?” 

“Why do you care? Which one are you dating? ‘Uncle Tony’? ‘Uncle Tim’? ‘Uncle Gibbs’? Huh?” 

You were furious. For many reasons. He was dating someone before you even did, and moreover, it’s the woman he cheated on you with. That’s the ultimate betrayal to you. 

“One second,” you showed your finger in the air and went back inside the house. You came back a moment later, followed by Gibbs. You dragged him outside the house and stood right in front of Rafael. You took a breath and kissed Gibbs. All teeth and tongues. Right under your husband’s eyes. Your boss definitely didn’t fight you. He actually deepen the kiss, holding you by your waist, making your body arch. 

Tony was the first to see it - of course - and he called Tim. They were like kids watching their dad kissing the new beautiful woman of the neighborhood. You and Gibbs broke apart when you heard Rafael calling for Eduardo. 

“We will definitely talk about that later,” Gibbs told you.