#she’s not on random here!!! i do not want to see her underwear piss off!!!

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

oh here’s another first world gatcha gripe for you all:

if I’ve manually set a servant so they’re not on their final ascension don’t fucking make me look at their final ascension every time they gain a bond level

[ashwhowrites]

Can you do either Steve or Eddie x reader. Reader was being clingy and then Steve or Eddie tells them to leave them alone so they can finish work but then feel bad and apologize by eating out the reader

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Apologies

Eddie had been locked in on a new idea for his campaign, sitting on Y/N's bed. She sat next to him, slowly losing her patience. When Eddie asked to come over she was delighted to hang out with her boyfriend, but he's been occupied ever since he arrived.

"Eddie, it's been two hours. Can you please take a break?" she whined. But as expected, he didn't answer. He scribbled on the piece of paper, his attention nowhere on her.

She sighed as he didn't reply. She stood up and snapped her fingers in his face, "Hello?"

"Can you quit it?" Eddie snapped, slapping away her fingers. He never once looked up from the notebook.

"Can you pay attention to me?" she asked, moving her hands to her hips.

"I always pay attention to you, I'm busy right now. Just give me a second," he sighed annoyed. She rolled her eyes but sat next to him on the bed. She cuddled herself near him, placing her head on his shoulder. She sat there for a few minutes, trying her best to wait. But then a few minutes turned into almost thirty minutes.

"Eddie?" she asked again, nothing in response.

She groaned and grabbed the notebook, yanking it out of his hands.

"HEY!" he yelled, she stood up and held it behind her back.

"Can I have your attention for at least an hour?" she whined. She felt ignored and it upset her.

"How about you leave me alone and I'll finish my campaign. Then I'll give as much attention as your clingy ass wants, okay?" He snapped. She could see the annoyance in his eyes, and how pissed he was in his voice.

She didn't bother to reply this time, hurt by his words. She just scoffed and harshly threw the notebook at his chest. She watched it smack his chest with a thump and land in his lap.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he sighed. Already aware his attitude and harsh words were uncalled for. He groaned to himself when she rolled her eyes and stomped over to her desk. She pulled out a random book and pretended to read the words.

"I know I'm an ass. I'm sorry for being mean, okay?" his voice was much softer than it was. But she didn't reply. "Silent treatment, great," he muttered to himself. He slid off the bed and walked over to her desk. He placed his hands on her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her head.

"You're right. I came here to spend time with you, I'm sorry I ignored you and called you clingy," he apologized. He was met with silence, then the sound of the page harshly being turned.

"You have every right to be upset with me," he whispered. He pushed her hair to the side, leaning down to place teasing kisses on her neck. He finally got some sort of reaction when her breath hitched. "Can I make it up to you, pretty girl?" he softly sucked her neck, closing his eyes as she let out a quiet moan.

She didn't say anything, but she turned her head to give him more access. He took that as a yes. He smiled against her skin and prepped kisses all around her neck. She closed her eyes as his tongue danced along her neck, shivering as his teeth softly nipped her skin.

She whined when he pulled away, her puppy eyes looking at him over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm not going anywhere," he promised. She watched as he dropped to his knees and disappeared under her desk.

"Eddie? What are yo-oh," she cut herself off with a moan when Eddie's fingers brushed across her covered cunt. She moaned as his large hands worked up her thighs, his cold rings made goosebumps cover her skin.

"Lift up, baby,"

She obeyed and lifted her hips, allowing him to tug down her pants and underwear. She closed her eyes as he spread open her legs, shuffling himself between them as he leaned in. She jumped as he softly kissed her clit, his fingers running up and down between her folds.

"Damn, gorgeous. You are soaked," he purred. His fingers continued to tease her folds, soaking his fingers. She whined, moving her hands into his hair. She gave him a rough tug, yanking him closer to her cunt.

He got the hint and quit teasing. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her moan out as she clenched around him. He rubbed his nose against her clit, loving the way she slumped in the chair. With his free hand, he moved up her body, and he wiggled his wrist to catch her attention. She opened her heavy eyes when she heard his bracelets clink together.

"Tie me up, baby," he spoke against her, she twitched when his breath hit her clit. She grabbed his wrist and pulled off the black band. She blindly collected his messy curls and tied them into a pony. With his hair tied back, Eddie dove in.

She gripped the desk when his fingers began to slide in and out of her, his mouth latching on to her clit. He was messy and careless, his tongue moving side to side, up and down, and making circles. She melted into the chair as he ate her out, his skilled tongue turning her into a blubbering mess.

"Fuck, Eddie," she moaned. She couldn't help but rock her hips. Sinking his fingers deeper inside of her and moving against his tongue.

Eddie continued to lick and suck her clit, moving his fingers faster. She cried out and clenched her thighs, trapping Eddie's head between them. Not that he cared.

She gasped as he began to hum against her clit, the vibrations making her shake as she clawed her desk. He removed his mouth, using his thumb to rub lazy circles on her clit. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean. He moaned at the taste of her.

He softly kissed her thighs, her mind hazy from his touch on her clit. She jumped when she felt his tongue trace the outside of her hole, and then the tip of his tongue slipped inside. Her jaw fell open as she silently cried out, his tongue flicking inside of her as his thumb pressed down on her clit. She felt her stomach burn as her orgasm began to build.

"Fuck, fuck...gonna...I need-" her words came out breathless and broken. She dug her hands in his hair as she felt herself snap. Eddie groaned as she pulled his hair, not caring how much his head burned.

She cried out as she came undone, letting herself go on Eddie's tongue. He happily cleaned up her mess, feeling her drip down his chin.

She shuddered as he softly kissed her cunt. Then he pulled her underwear back up her legs and covered her back up. He moved out from under the desk, wiping his chin as he stood back up on his feet. He looked down at his girlfriend, smirking as she tried to catch her breath.

"Forgiven?" he asked, turning her chair to face him. He leaned down and pecked her lips, she softly kissed him back.

"Yes," she said against his lips.

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[concreteangel92]

Hey there! It's blend-in-with-the-madness 🙂

Thank you for offering to write something!

The BDSM Noah moodboard has really fried my brain so I'm not sure what I want to request exactly haha. Surprise me! Since this one is the birthday present, I'm sure Noah would do something amazing and very smutty for my birthday, uh the reader's birthday of course 😆

For the Halloween one, Noah and reader go to a costume party. Reader has been a brat all day and she's being extra bratty during the party. Noah takes her into a bathroom for quick little edging "punishment" and he says they'll finish at home only if she behaves. She pushes his buttons and says she'd like to see what he'll do if she doesn't behave. 😏 I'll let you take it from here!

For the Halloween costume part, Deadpool and Wolverine have been living rent free in my head since I saw the movie lol so... I think Noah would look great in the Deadpool costume (mask kink honestly) and reader is wearing this (https://imgur.com/a/eRxVUxX) a Wolverine themed dress for easy access during the party and maybe after the party too

Thank you again for offering to write! No rush on these at all! 🙂🫶

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: brat taming, dom/sub relationship, fingering, remote controlled vibrator, semi public?, mean!dom Noah, I think that’s about it haha

I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get up but I hope it was worth the wait for you!! ☺️

First part of the request is here

* You’ve been a huge brat all day. I’m taking back chatting, being sassy for no reason and just over all winding Noah up just because you could

* You could tell Noah was taking it all in, even if he hasn’t said anything, you knew you’d eventually pay the price

* “you better behave yourself at this party”

* “Don’t I always?”

* Noah would just give you a glare in response “I mean it, if you act up tonight then there will be serious consequences”

* You nodded to keep him quiet but in your head, you knew you were far from done.

* Later that night you were both dressed for the Halloween party you were attending

* Noah was dressed as Deadpool and you were a female wolverine

* Seeing Noah in the mask was a huge kink of yours, one of the reasons you’d suggested this as your couples costume

* Once at the party, you allowed Noah to think that you were behaving, it was only a couple hours later that you started to push his buttons once again

* If you were grabbing a drink, you’d only get one for yourself and when he asked where his was, your response was “you have legs, get it yourself”

* You’d make small jokes at his expense in front of his friends and talk over him during the conversation

* Not being able to hide the small smirk on your face when you would catch the look he was clearly giving you through the mask

* What tipped him over the edge was when he caught you chatting to some random guy who was talking to you and when you saw his gaze, you playfully put your hand on this guys arm when you laughed at his poor attempt at a joke

* Seeing Noah shaking his head was all the confirmation you needed that he was extremely pissed off

* You made your excuses to this guy and went upstairs to the bathroom

* You let out a small shriek when you felt someone push you inside and slam the door before locking it

* “You really have been a disobedient girl tonight, what the fuck was that?”

* You looked up at him innocently “what do you mean?”

* “You know exactly what I mean, you’ve gone too far tonight so let me remind you of who you belong to”

* The next thing you knew, Noah had flipped your dress up, pushed your underwear to the side and he had his gloved fingers knuckle deep inside your dripping cunt, relentlessly working your body like a violin as you felt your high building

* He’d pulled his mask off at this point, it was thrown next to where you were sitting up on the counter

* “I can feel you clenching down on me, getting close baby?”

* You moaned out a choked “yes”

* For Noah to then bring his fingers away, leaving you staring wide eyed at him

* “Too bad, only good girls get to finish. If you start behaving then I’ll make sure you finish later”

* Feeling extremely annoyed at being edged, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “and what if I don’t?”

* Noah stood back and glared down at you, he blinked at you a couple times before he reached into one of the pockets of his costume

* “I had a feeling I’d have to be prepared for your back chatting mouth”

* He pulled out the remote controlled vibrator you owned and held it up to your face, your attitude swiftly changed when you realised what he was about to do

* “What’s the matter angel? Don’t feel like running that mouth of yours now?”

* He then pulled your underwear down your thighs so he could push the toy inside of you, your walls instantly gripping onto it

* “Now, you will keep this in for the rest of the party and take what I give you. Don’t even think of taking it out until we are home. Do you understand me?”

* Noah had put your underwear and dress back in place and had caged you in by putting his arms on the sides around you, his tall frame looking almost intimidating as he leaned over you

* “Answer me”

* “Yes sir”

* Noah smirked and stood back up and reached for his mask

* “Good, you can behave”

* Once he’d put his mask back on, he unlocked the door and gestured for you to go out in front of him

* You could fully feel the vibrator as you walked

* It was as you were walking down the hallway that you suddenly felt your knees nearly buckle as the vibrator buzzed to life, sending shock waves throughout your body

* “Shit!”

* You turned around and saw that Noah had his phone in his hand and waved it casually

* “Brats need to be punished”

* And for the rest of the party, he certainly made sure you were learning your lesson

[luvyeni]

❛HOT N’ COLD❜ ( o. shotaro )

p. ghostface!shotaro x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? stalking, minor character death, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding link

— 𖦹 ( after years of running from him he finally caught up to you ) !

freaktober masterlist

‘this couldn’t be happening’ was all you thought as you listened to the radio on the way back from your job. “convicted serial killer , osaki shotaro broke out of prison earlier this evening.” you couldn’t believe your ears , how the fuck did he manage to get away. ‘i thought i got away’ you sped on the gas all the way home.

“(name) , calm down.” your friend tried to calm you down. “if he was smart enough he would stay here. he’s probably on his way to canada or something.” she didn’t know him like you did , when he wanted something, he got it.

“it’s been 4 years (name) , no more running.” she said , you sighed , she was right. you had moved a total of 3 times in the past few years , every time he’d find your new address, sending you a letter , declaring his love for you , and you were tired , you wanted to settle down. “he’s gone.”

she suggested you take a hot shower to relax yourself. “relax and eat all the junk you want.” she said before hanging up , you decided to listen – what’s the worst that could happen.

After finishing your shower – which was actually pretty relaxing , you wrapped the warm towel around your body , stepping out of the shower , grabbing your phone to turn off the music you were playing from the speaker. “huh?”

you were confused , your friend knew you were in the shower and your phone would be on do not disturb , so why would they try and call , 6 times at that. you pressed her number , waiting for her to pick up , it finally answered after a few rings. “i told you i'd be in the shower , why’d you call so much?”

first there was heavy breathing. “(friends name)?” there was a small gasp , then a giggle. “(friends name) , this is not funny.” you sat your phone down , putting on your underwear and a random sweatshirt you found. “what a shame baby.” That voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “i thought you would’ve remembered my laugh , i remembered everything about you.” your body froze up.

“sh-shotaro?” you stuttered. “eh? What happened to taro baby , you know i used to love when you called me that." he giggled once again. “shotaro , where is (friends name? what did you do to her.” He kissed his teeth. “see that’s why I should’ve killed her four years ago , she was always trying to get in between our love.” He said. “don’t worry , she won’t be bothering us anymore.”

his laughter sent shivers down your spine. “where is she!” you yelled. “i killed her baby , duh.” He said so casually. “she is such a screamer.” you gasped as he explained. “i got admit , it was fun , stabbing her , finally watching the life leave her eyes.” tears flowed down your cheeks. “don’t cry baby , the good news is , right before she died , she was so kind as to give me your address.”

fear set in your stomach , running to your room , closing and locking the door. “baby you know locking the door isn’t gonna stop me.” you were confused , how did he know unless. “you’re in my house.”

“such a smart baby.” he said. “it was so easy to , out anniversary date , as usual.” you should’ve changed it , but you it was the only set of numbers you could remember besides your birthday. You were pleading with him sobbing. “pl-please just go , i wont tell anybody , if you just go.”

“i can’t do that baby , not after I dreamt of this day for 4 years.” he said. “we broke up shotaro , please it’s over.” you cried , grabbing the small knife from your nightstand. “where are you , huh?” you said. “how long will you keep this up!”

“baby if you want me so bad , come find me.” he said. “im not stupid.” his giggles pissing you off. “shut the fuck up!” he stopped laughing. “talk to me like that again , and i kill your family.” His attitude switching from normal to dark , back to normal. “now come out like a good girl and play , if not i go to your parents house.”

“no please.” you opened the door. “look I did it , please just go now.” He tsked. “now come find me.” he said. “where are you?” you gritted your teeth. “that’s not how this works love , you have to play right to get your reward.” he said. “if you try to leave i'll know baby.”

you made your way into the kitchen. “you’re so cold baby , but i can see you now , and you look just as beautiful as ever , that sweatshirt isn’t really hiding much.” You wished you would’ve never gotten those cameras now , but in the moment they seemed to be a good idea.

“ooh baby.” he taunted , “you’re getting warmer.” he said as you turned back to make your way into your room , you turned to the closet. “bingo.” he said. “you’re so hot.” you slowly walking up to the closet. “are you gonna open it?” he questioned , as you reached for the door , opening it ready to swing the knife. “w-what.”

he was giggling again. “jesus baby.” he said through laughter. “maybe you are dumb , you really think i'd tell you where i am that easy.” you could barely see through it tears. “don’t cry baby , you’ll see me soon enough.”

“i can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” he said. “it’s been so long , but i haven’t forgotten the way you smelled , i see you still use that soap i bought you.” you turned to the bathroom , the door was closed – you never closed the door after a shower. “you’re in the bathroom.”

“am i?” he questioned. “how about you check.” you were done with his teasing , running back to your room , closing and locking the door. “oh , are you being a brat baby?” he said. “i'm done.” your voice was shaky. “im done with your games.” The phone hung up. “hello?”

“really baby?” your heart sank. “cause it seems like you fell right into my trap.” There he stood behind you , after four years you’ve finally came face to face with the guy in the mask who struck so much fear in your heart for the past 4 years. “sh-shotaro.”

you look to the door , trying to make a run for it , but he was quicker , grabbing your wrist , forcing the knife out your hand. “please.” you begged. “please don’t kill me.” he let your arm go , holding the knife to your throat , keeping you in place.

he took the mask off , blood splattered still on it. “you know i will never harm you baby.” he said , his face still had that soft inviting look that he had before he became this monster that stands before you. “but you have to be a good girl.”

“w-what do you want?” his eyes went down your body , then back to your eyes , smirking , dropping the knife , letting you breath a bit. “you baby , that’s all i ever wanted was you.” he said. “you’re a murder!” You shouted. “you’ve killed many people.”

“that doesn’t change anything does it?” he said. “w-what?” you stuttered. “in all of the four years you’ve never moved too far away from me.” he started. “look around baby , you’ve kept things from our relationship , you still use things I bought for you.” you remembered him pointing out the soap , he always bought you that.

“that doesn’t even mean anything , i did love you along time ago.” you said. “a long time ago eh?” he said backing you against the wall. “then tell me you don’t love me anymore.” he said. “tell me you don’t miss me anymore.”

you were speechless , he was so close. “you can’t can you?” he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “because you still love me.” his hands travelled down from your waist down to your ass. “sh-shotaro.” he shut you up with a kiss.

this was wrong , you should’ve pushed him off , he was dangerous – he killed your bestfriend for gods sake , he could still kill you. “you know you want this.” he kissed against your neck. “you even dressed up so pretty for me.” he played with ends of the sweatshirt. “you even kept my sweatshirt.”

he picked you up , throwing you on the bed , hovering over you. “never forgotten the way how wet you got for me.” he pressed down on your clothed clit. “sh-shit.” you moaned and he smirked. “there you go , moan for me.” he rubbed your clit harder. “you want my fingers?”

he pulled your underwear to the side , pushing his fingers inside you. “fuck taro.” he roughly fucked your hole , pulling moan after moan out of you. “so fucking wet , can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” his cock was straining against his bloodstained pants , begging to be freed.

“t-taro.” your back arched off the bed. “i-i'm gonna cum.” he curled his fingers , you screamed in pleasure. “im cumming!”

He fingered you through your orgasm , pulling his fingers out , tapping your face. “open.” he forced his fingers in your mouth , groaning as you tasted yourself. “good girl.” he put his fingers that were covered in your spit and juices , wrapping his plump lips around them. “so sweet.”

he stood off the bed , undoing his pants , letting them hit the floor , along with his underwear , before getting back on your bed , slotting himself in between your legs. he pulled your panties down. “such a pretty pussy.” you moaned , as his tip kissed your clenching hole. “t-taro , please fuck me.”

he didn’t easing himself inside you , slamming himself inside you , making you scream. “fuck baby.” he groaned. “so fucking tight , when was the last time anyone has fucked you?” truth is , he was the last time you had sex , you were too busy running to settle down , or even a one night stand. “f-four y-years.”

“four years.” he chuckled. “baby the last time you had sex was with me.” he sped up. “you basically saved yourself for me.” he grunted. “you knew only i could fuck this sweet cunt good enough to make you scream.” he abused your poor cunt.

“that’s it scream for me.” he wrapped his hand around your throat. “such a whore for me , i killed your bestfriend , her blood is still on me , and here you moaning for me like a slut.” he growled. “you’re just a sick as i am.”

you weren’t gonna last long with the way he handled your body , fucking you at a inhumane pace , your brain a little foggy due to lack of oxygen. “look at you , so dumb for me.”

“g-gonna cum.” you managed to get out. “yeah? gonna cum for me , cum all over my cock.” you nodded. “well go ahead , so i can breed your cunt , give you a kid to remind you of who you belong to.” he thrusted up , hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head , clenching around him , cumming.

“fuck , shit in gonna cum -fuck- gonna fill you up.” he moaned out before you felt the warmth of his seed spilling into your pussy. “fuck , take my cum.” he pressed his hips against yours , emptying himself inside you.

he stayed inside you , kissing your neck. “gonna run away.” he said. “somewhere really far where they’ll never find me.” he finally pulled out. “gonna take you with me.” He watched the cum leak out of you , scooping it up , pushing it back in. “start a family with you.” He kissed your forehead.

“and i'll kill anyone who tries to get in my way.”

©LUVYENI

[russett-pots]

tennis club senior dom minju in nothing but her sports bra and running shorts, post workout with her attire soaked in her sweat, reprimanding you for your poor performance but instead of listening you keep getting distracted by her sweaty thighjus, pitjus, and absjus, and it shows in your shorts, now dom minju is even angrier and you are gonna get punished

Special Changing Room

Kim Minju

Words: 1.5k

Tags: Pet-play, anal, humiliation kink

Happy Minju day!!! Part 2

You swing your racket then you hit the ball and it lands on the other side of the court. But then the machine shoots the next one in the far end of your side. Since you aren’t the best player you failed to hit it. Instead, you run and fall to the concrete ground. But at least that’s your set done.

You lay there exhausted. Three hours of tennis club is tiring for you and that just added to your stress from school.

“Okay, I guess that’s it for today.” Club president Eunbi says.

You stand up before you can head to your bag. Eunbi stops you. “Uhhh…is it alright if you and Minju pack up the equipment?”

“Yes, Sunbae.” You salute her.

Minju looks at you. Her expression is pissed.

“Ya! Hurry up. I have a drama to watch when I get home. Start packing up.”

You pick up the balls around the court. But you see that you are the only one doing it. 

“Sunbaenim, aren’t you suppose to do something?”

“Me? I’m just here to make sure that you aren’t slacking off.”

“Yeah right! I’m always doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You have always been by yourself packing up the equipment especially if you and Minju are assigned together.

Once you are done you look around, everyone has left and probably even left the changing room. It is empty except for the one other person in the court, Minju. She is still on her phone doing whatever she is doing. You head to her and get down to your knees.

“Master. Please…I’m horny.”

“Horny? You have to do more than that…do more pet.”

You bow to her. All the way to the floor, hands on the ground. “Please master.”

“Say ‘please master’ again.”

“Please master. I want to have an orgasm.”

“Hmmm…no.”

“What?!” You look up at her. “Please master. I want your touch. Your thighs. Yours pits. Your abs.”

She takes a deep breath. It seems like she is getting turned on. “Pet. I can’t just give you whenever you want. I should be the one to tell you when we should have sex.”

You bow back then again. “Please master I want sex. I want a release.”

“What if I give you what will you give me?”

“Anything! I’ll give anything!”

“Really then.”

“Yes!”

“Strip naked.”

“Naked?”

“Yes.”

“Completely?”

“Did I stutter?”

You start undressing. First with your sweaty shirt then your drenched shorts and underwear. Now you are bare to the elements, you are wearing nothing but your shoes which Minju graciously allows you to wear.

“How are you horny if you’re soft?” Minju pouts. 

“Please master. I want sex.”

“Come with me. Bring my stuff as well.”

You shuffle your way with Minju, trying to cover your private parts. But then Minju turns around and takes a picture.

“Master! What are you doing?!”

“Insurance, plus maybe I want some material at home. You looking like a tasty snack.”

Finally, you’re able to get indoors, with less chance for someone random to spot you naked. You are in the locker rooms. Minju looks at you as you instinctively head to the male showers. But Minju stops you.

“Don’t you want sex?” She leans up and whispers to your ear then licks inside.

She drags your inside and throws you to the changing room. You fall to the floor, embarrassed.

“Come on, aren’t you horny?”

“Yes, master.” You crawl your way up to her.

Minju removes her shirt, exposing her sports bra and in all its glory, her abs and pits. She removes her skirt as well. Now her thighs are presented to you as well. All sweaty and juicy.

“You know what to do.” Minju looks down at you.

You start to lick between her thighs. It is a very familiar feeling. It isn’t something you haven’t done before. You have all the experience you need to please Minju.

You lick her under her thighs then around the top. Your hands grab her legs and push it upwards.

Minju leans back and enjoys everything.

You poke your tongue at her panties. But you feel a huge slap on your face. “Not there, pet.” Minju punishes you.

You leave the already wet panties and head up to her abs. It isn’t as defined as the other club members like Hitomi or Hyewon but you’ll still enjoy this. There is a small eleven that you can see and that’s where you first go. Your taste buds lick the valley between her strong muscles. She flexes them and wiggles her body as she receives a bit of pleasure.

Then you move to her lips, kissing them. Her lips are soft. The kiss is amazing. It is ravenous and rough. But somehow very pleasurable. Minju directs your hand to her encased breasts. It may be stuck in her sports bra but you can still feel the delicate mounds.

Minju’s hand is now on your cock. She strokes it roughly and furiously. It is slightly painful but it is the sensation that you have been yearning for all day. Her hand is better than what you can ever do in your own bedroom.

“Pet, do you want pussy?”

“Yes, master. I want your pussy.”

“Very good. I’ll give you my pussy. Lie down.” She commands.

You lay on the floor, perfectly flat. Minju removes her panties. The action is seductive. Then she stuffs her panties in your mouth.

“Don’t make a single sound. I’m going to moan and you’re going to be jealous. Okay?”

You nod.

Then she impales herself with your cock. The pleasure is insane. Even if you have been in her walls several times each moment is still tight. You can feel her walls constrict your shaft.

Then Minju moves up and down. First slowly then she starts to move faster and faster. She moves up, down, forwards, and backward then left and right. Things is that still tingle you. Your tip is reaching as far as it can. Every inch going as deep as it can.

“Fuck, pet. Your cock is amazing. Why is it so good?”

You cannot answer. Her sports bra is still in your mouth. You cannot spit it out in fear that it is just going to go back in but deeper.

Suddenly Minju removes her panties from your mouth. You can take a deep breath as you are free. But it doesn’t last long as her finger goes inside your mouth. You try to keep your gag reflexes in. Her fingers are at the back of your throat. 

She removes her fingers from your mouth then she grabs your hands and makes them grope her breasts. You massage them and play with them so soft and perfect that you do not want to let go.

But you let go of her breasts as she dives to your lips and kisses them. Your hand leads to her back and massages it. This isn’t a passionate kiss but since it is rough you try to keep it in.

“Pet…” Minju breaks the kiss.

“Yes?”

“Do you want anal?”

“Anal? We haven’t done that before.”

“There is always a first time.”

Minju readjust. This time her puckered asshole is now on top of your tip. It is difficult at first. Each inch going down your shaft is painful. It is even tighter than her pussy. It is like you can feel her inside get torn apart. 

Finally, you are fully inside Minju’s asshole. But she doesn’t move instead she shows a face of pain. So what you do is that you carry her, still with you cocky inside her, and move her to the benches. Now you can use your own movements to thrust inside Minju. It is much easier for you to move instead to Minju. She has tried all her might be on top of you and now she is tired.

Now, you are in control. You are the one that is dictating the pace. As you are still yet to adjust to the small size, you go slowly. Each movement slowly goes deeper and deeper. But you gently increase speed.  You try your best to go faster and faster. You can see Minju’s eyes show pleasure. You never thought such pain on a girl would bring delight.

Then you can feel it. Your legs grow weak. Your cock is throbbing. You are going to release your cum.

“Fuck, Master. I’m going to cum.”

Minju starts playing with her clit.

“Cum faster, pet. Cum faster.”

Now you are at full speed. You thrust as fast as you can, going at speeds you haven’t done before. All of the juices inside Minju’s body allow you to go such.

Then you shoot. All of your cum shoots inside Minju’s rectum. Your legs give way and you lay there on the floor again. Ropes and ropes of cum are now inside Minju’s ass.

You and Minju breathe heavily. You are both tired from the session.

“Sunbae…”

“Yes?”

“That was amazing…”

“Yes that was.” Minju sits up and feels the cum oozing out of her hole. “You came a lot.”

Your turn you head and see your white liquid leak out of Minju. “I did?”

“Now, let’s shower.”

You stand up and walk to the door.

Minju looks at you. “Not there silly. Let’s shower together.”

[hopingandwishingjs5]

Connor Gallagher x Reader.

Blurred Lines - A girls night out just causes a little blurring to the edges of their world.

18+

Some smut. Did he? Didn't he? Jealousy.

It's taken a small village to help me get this here.... so thank you to my villagers, you know who you are. 💙💙

"But why do you need to go and watch some random blokes taking their clothes off? I can do that for you here babe."

She felt his hands easing up her short skirt and gently roving towards her underwear.  This was hard, she knew he wouldn't like it, he hadn't liked the idea when the other girls had booked it months ago and she knew he was hoping she'd back out.  But she wasn't, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about and a day in Central London would be fun with the girls, not to mention the alcohol and entertainment.

His fingers finally reached their 'destination' and she twitched a little at his touch, she saw the smirk flash across his face and it just confirmed her decision for her as she took a small step backwards. 

"I'll be home before you know it Con, just, go on your X Box with the other lads, pretend I'm still here watching TV"

She didn't mean for it to sound like a dig at him and his normal routine, but if that was how he was going to take it she wasn't going to argue. This was a rare 'girl only' night out for her and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Bending down she went to kiss him and saw his shoulders stiffen, he was so pissed off at her right now..... 

"I'll be back before you know it Con, will let you know when I'm in the car back, ok?"

Her lips met his and he once again tried to change her mind by grabbing her arse and bringing her into his lap, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and eased her hands into his hair, slightly longer than normal and she was loving it. The sound of her phone alerting her of the Uber outside made her break the kiss, wiping a thumb across his lips to remove her lip gloss.

"I've gotta go Con, the girls are here in the car, but hold that thought for me yeah?" 

She locked eyes with him and her heart sank a little as he huffed out a breath and broke the stare.

"I'll probably be asleep when you get home drunk, messy and late! If I am, don't wake me, I have training tomorrow."

He watched as she slipped from his lap and walked to the door, never turning around, just grabbing her small bag and exiting the house.

"FUCK!" Conor, threw a pillow across the floor and stood up, stomping into the games room and signing onto his X Box reluctantly.

"Hey! Conor, you a stripper widower too?" Mason laughed as he spoke, making the statement for the small group of friends on the game.

"It's not funny Mase, you not servicing your missus right or something so she has to go watch men she doesn't know take their clothes off and grind all over random women? I'm not fucking happy, what if they pick Y/N up to fucking grind against? I swear to God Mase make you suffer first then I'll hunt the bastard down, dirty fucker!"

Conor could feel himself getting more and more wound up and as he stopped speaking he heard the other lads sniggering on the call.

"Con mate, it's only like us going to a strip club, or going on the lash for the night and having all the fit birds playing up to us, calm down, Y/N will be fine but just a note to yourself eh? Maybe spice it up a bit when you're together if you're feeling this threatened."

Conor adjusted his headset and huffed out a breath. 

"We don't need to spice it up thanks mate (he emphasised the word mate), it's spicy enough, just set the game up and look after your own missus and leave me and mine alone."

Conor spent the next few hours immersed in the world of COD occasionally checking his phone hoping Y/N would hate the whole thing and come home early, no such luck!

"Con? Con babe?"

Conor woke to kisses being placed on his lips, two hands in his hair and his dick standing to attention like it was on patrol. His eyes couldn't focus quick enough as he realised he was awake and Y/N was straddled across his hips as he lay on his back, her mouth now tracing down his lips and his neck.

"I reeeeeeeeeally need you, reeeeeally need to ride you"

Her hands were scratching lightly across his body and he was loving the attention but he wanted to try and take part himself.

"Babe," he took hold of her hands, "Y/N let me just, let me move a little first, you're still dressed and ...."

She giggled against his neck.

"I've taken my panties off, feel" 

She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs, forcing it as close as possible and sighing as it touched her centre.

"Just, yeah, there, just, please use your fingers." She was grinding against his hand and Conor gave up, who was he to argue.

Flipping them over he raised himself above her and dragged her skirt higher to give himself full easy sight and access to her, he had to swallow down the thought that she was dripping wet and he presumed this was the result of the night out entertainment, but he'd worry about that later.  Now he wanted to make the most of her being extremely horny.

He ran his finger through her dampness, hearing her sigh and feeling her buck against him, she was now biting at his neck and he knew, he just knew she would have marked him and he'd get shit tomorrow from the lads.

He felt her begin to shudder, her legs shaking slightly and her hands beginning to grip at his shoulders, 

"I wanna ride you Con, wanna make you feel good, wanna feel everything"

She looked at him and Conor noticed her eyes were glazed, he knew she wouldn't remember a fucking thing about this tomorrow when she woke with the hangover from hell. Rolling them around again he lay back and watched her struggle to grab hold of his dick, almost falling off him as she tried to grab it and then ease herself onto it. 

He sighed, the thrill of having her wake him horny as hell was quickly dwindling.

"Y/N let me help." Sitting her atop his hips he eased his hand between them, stroking himself a couple of times and then easing her down, swearing as she slipped down easily and she groaned out a long swear word as he thrust up into her. 

"Con, you're so fit, I wanna ride you forever, want you to make me raw, make me scream."

She was messy in her attempt, hands on his chest then into his hair, pulling at it and her lips everywhere, he was loving it, but hating it at the same time.... was it the alcohol? was it the strippers? He wasn't sure but when she leant down and slurred the words "I wanna come all over your dick," Conor was lost, gripping her hips he drove into her, loving the way she was chanting his name, the way her head dropped back and she exposed her neck for him to nibble on and lick as sweat started to appear on it.

Again, he felt her tighten around him only this time he was in full control.  

"Come on Y/N, give it to me, you know you want to, come on, now, let it go."

As he finished whispering into her ear she straightened up and moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them together, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and Conor thought she'd never looked more gorgeous.

He pumped into her a few more times and then felt his own high hit, gripping her hips until he was sure they'd be bruised as he raised her and dropped her onto his dick, swearing up a storm as he did so. He felt her slump down onto him and he eased her onto the bed, slipping out and making his way into the ensuite to grab a cloth to clean them with. 

On returning to the bedroom the sight that met him made him shake his head, she was star fished across the bed, unconscious, actually drooling onto his pillow! Using the cloth he tried to clean her the best he could, ignoring the weak slapping arm as she tried to move him away, slurring something into the pillow about leaving her alone. Shaking his head, he walked back into the ensuite, cleaned himself up and made his way to the spare room. He was a mixture of emotions, glad he'd got laid, hurt that she wouldn't remember how good it was and angry that it had been another man / men that had got her wet in the first place.  Running his hands through his hair he lay down and tried to sleep, if he struggled in training tomorrow Mase was getting an earful.

"Jesus, Last night was wild in ours, Sarah jumped me the minute she got in!"

Conor could hear Mason's voice as he got to the locker room door,

"I couldn't fucking keep her off me, what about you Ben?"

Conor heard Ben laugh and knew, just knew he'd be agreeing, it seemed like all the girls had gone home the same way..... feral!

"Con mate, did Y/N wake you up? Bet you were glad she'd gone then weren't ya?" 

Mason's teasing was doing nothing to alleviate Conor's mixed feelings about the previous night / early morning. He just grinned and started to get changed, glad when the coach came in and ordered them all into the gym.

Arriving home Conor was amazed the blinds were still closed, but as he entered the living room he saw Y/N lying prone on the sofa, a cloth across her eyes, painkillers and bottles of water strewn on the coffee table he knew why, just as he'd predicted. 

The hangover from hell had landed.  He placed his bag down and removed his trainers, he knew he had two ways he could play this..... 

"Con? Is that you babe? Can you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge please?"

Her voice was croaky and she looked like shit. He sighed and walked towards the kitchen, option 2 it was then.

"Here you go Y/N, you feeling rough? Have a good night did ya?"

It killed him to sound so okay with it but he had to suck it up, all the other lads were loving the fact their other halves had arrived home steaming, demanding rough sex and then passing out, but he had always liked it to be more, to mean more. He couldn't help it, he loved her, it was their thing, they'd only ever had each other and he loved that, he loved he was the only one who knew what she looked like when she came, and he was thrilled his was the only dick she'd ever had her mouth around.  Last night though, something about it was so good it kept replaying in his mind, but the fact she was reacting to someone else getting her excited, that was just too much for him. He knew he sounded soft, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't apologise for it ever.

Sitting down next to her and gently lifting her legs, placing them across his lap he started to gently rub them and heard her let out a slow breath.

"I think I may be dying Con" she croaked. "Everything hurts, and I do mean everything." 

He smirked as her eyes glanced down to her own groin and then back up to his face and then closed again as if it had taken all her energy to move her eyeballs.

"You were, well, a bit wild last night when you got back. I was, well, you wanted it, well demanded it that way so I had to, didn't I? Sorry if it's uncomfortable"

She moved the cloth from her eyes and tried to sit up, groaning as her head lifted from the cushions.

"Was I horrid? I didn't say anything cruel did I?" Was I just, like, desperate? Ya know, all over you?"

Conor watched the pinkish flush give her face it's only colour and he nodded slowly, raising his hand and lowering his t shirt collar to show her the love bite on his neck which he'd had his arse ripped for today.

She slunk back onto the cushions and dropped her arm across her eyes. 

"Oh my god! How old am I, 13? I'm so sorry Con, I know we don't do that, I'm just.... I have no idea what I did when I got home. I swear once the fresh air hit me I have no recollection." She removed her arm and looked at him, "Thats fucking scary isn't it? I'm such a twat, I shouldn't go out alone" She made to shake her head and as she did the motion made her heave, bending forward and vomiting into a bucket next to the arm of the sofa, the sound and the smell made Conor's stomach churn, he hadn't even noticed the bucket, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it.  He waited until she'd finished then stood up, taking it into the toilet, emptying, rinsing and cleaning it out before returning it to her smelling and looking fresh. She at least looked sorry so he couldn't be angry with her, after all, it wasn't anything he hadn't done himself and she'd returned the favour of looking after him.

He leaned down and stroked her hair softly.

"Shall I run you a nice bubble bath, make you some cheesy scrambled eggs and a nice cold vimto?"

She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, " I love you so much Con, that would be lovely."

He wiped a thumb under her eyes to stop the tears from falling and made to kiss her but the smell of her breath made him retrace his movements.

She covered her mouth and blushed "Sorry, I stink, been being sick and also last night's breath, I seriously couldn't stand and brush my teeth.... I'm minging aren't I?" 

As she finished speaking, she burst into tears and wailed. If she hadn't looked so unwell, Conor would have laughed at the dramatics of it all, but he locked it all away in his memory bank for next time she giving out to him calling him a drama llama.

Y/N lay in the bubbles, she’d seriously never felt so bad after alcohol and the lost time from getting into the Uber and waking this morning was worrying her.

Her phone rang, the noise causing her to clench her teeth and curse.

“Hello!”

“Good God what bit your arse? Or should I say, did you enjoy your arse being bitten?”

Sarah's laughter down the phone wasn’t helping Y/N's hangover at all.

“Ugh, I’m fucking dying, I swear, I have no memory of the last part of the night or getting home, it’s bloody scary. What about you?”

Y/N hated the sound of the laughter on the other end of the phone, she knew it was going to lead to something she really didn’t want to hear…

“Oh My God Y/N you were off your head, you kept trying to climb on the stage, trying to grab the legs of the tall blonde, shouting just let me touch you, I have skills, you’d love them!”

"We were howling at you and you were loving the attention. You kept saying you’d never seen anything as sexy in all your life, that Conor was gorgeous but this, was a whole new level for you. We knew it was just the tequila talking, and before you start beating yourself up, you weren’t the only one, Annie was dragged up and loved every minute of it, dunno how she’ll explain all the oil on her clothes to Ben!!”

Y/N remembered Annie and how they'd all encouraged her, but she had no recollection of her own behaviour.  She’d die if she thought Conor would ever find out, their sex life was amazing, he was gorgeous, everything she ever wanted, what the fuck was she saying stuff like that for.

“Are you not rough today?” Y/N felt like she would never feel normal again.

“Rough as toast, but the sex last night when I got home helped sweat most of the alcohol out, my god, it was amazing. Mase has said he’d be up for us going again, lol, dirty fucker…. I honestly was feral…. Mind you, you were desperate to get home yourself, the things you told us you were going to do to Conor, we literally feared for him. We honestly didn’t expect him to make training today, but Mase told me he made it and that he was sporting quite the love bite!!”  Sarah's loud laughter made Y/N cringe.

“Yeah I err…. it’s not really something….. well…. I know I’m aching all over, but to be honest, I have no memory of it, I feel so bad, but Con hasn’t said anything so maybe he’s good with it.”

“I hope you didn’t tell him what you told the guy on the stage last night,” Sarah replies, still giggling.  

Y/N felt her body cover in goosebumps, “Oh shit, what did I say?”

“You were trying to video him on your phone and the security man came over and said no filming the act and you shouted that you needed to film it so Conor could learn how to take his clothes off like Blondie it was turning you on so much. Honestly Y/N you were up for anything!”

Y/N gulped. “You haven't told Mase this have you? I’d die if Con found out, it’s just not…. I don’t need him to…. Fuck!”

Realising her words had created anxiety for her friend Sarah's tone changed, “Honestly Y/N it’s okay, we’re not sharing anything with the lads, they don’t need to know, it was a girls night out, don’t worry. Get rested, clear the hangover, give Conor some loving and just put it into the back of your mind, it’s done, okay?”

Y/N said her goodbyes and hung up the call, groaning as her arm slipped back into the bubbles, glad she had kept the phone on speakerphone instead of holding it to her ear, that would have taken far too much energy. Remembering the last part of the conversation she huffed out a breath, and let herself slide under the water wishing it could wash away the information she’d just been given.

Outside the bathroom door Conor stood with the bath sheet in his hands that he’d had warming in the tumble dryer and was bringing up to wrap around Y/N when he helped her out of the bath, but as he arrived at the door he heard the conversation in mid flow, his heart dropping to his feet at the thought that some random bloke taking his clothes off turned his girlfriend on more than him doing it.  This, exactly this was what he was dreading when she went out last night.  The rational part of his brain knew stripping and dancing was what these guys were trained in, but still, he didn’t want his girlfriend forever comparing his undressing to some bloke she saw on a drunken night out doing it. He gripped the towel to his chest and pushed the bathroom door open,  laying it down on the nearby ledge and nodding towards it, “Thought you’d need this.” He didn’t mention that it had been warmed, because whilst he had been listening to the conversation and then mulling over the information afterwards it had gone cold again.

“Awwww thanks babe, I love you” Y/N looked at him and smiled the best she could whilst her head was imploding and her heart was heavy, she did not deserve this wonderful man.

Conor just swallowed, “I’m errr, I’m going over to Ben's, see you in an hour or so okay?” He watched her nod and close her eyes….. Probably thinking about Blondie stripping his clothes off Conor thought, it made his stomach flip and his head begin to ache.

Conor sat in his car, his phone to his ear, the constant ringing annoying him until eventually it answered and he began the conversation, stuttering at first then easing into it when they talked him down and calmed his nerves.

2 days later

“Lots of men feel like this first time, you’d be amazed.”

Her voice was honey sweet and dripped from her lips and Conor couldn’t get enough of hearing it, even though he knew it was wrong to be enjoying it so much, but hadn’t Y/N enjoyed her time with the strippers.

“I’m not the most expensive, but I’m far away from the cheapest so you’ll get what you pay for I can guarantee and it definitely won’t be a chore with a good looking bloke like you, I feel guilty charging you.”

Her eyes were raking over his face and his hair, she’d already looked him from toe to head when he’d walked in smiling at him like the cat that got the cream.

Conor averted his eyes and looked around the cafe then back at her, “Errrr thanks?”

He watched as she raised a manicured polished long nail to her red lips and looked at him, “I seem to feel I should know you, but I have clue where from, have we done business before?”

Conor shook his head so fast his hair fell from behind his ears and he tucked it back feeling like a virgin again. “No, definitely not done anything with you before, honestly, I’m a first timer, I mean, not a first timer,  but, first time doing this, errr, this kind of thing, not doing it…. I’ve done it… Lots, done it so many times…. I’m…. errr”

She smiled at him and placed a soft hand on top of his,

“It’s so refreshing to see someone so nervous, they’re usually full of bravado and all Johnny Big Bollocks. This is going to be so much fun Colin”

She stroked his hand and then let a small laugh escape her lips as he slid it from under her hand.

“S’pose” He wanted to die…. right now…. 

“You’re late, I thought you’d be home a couple of hours ago”

Y/N looked up from her laptop and smiled at Conor as he came into the lounge.

“You okay? You looked a bit washed out?”

She placed a hand against his cheek then his forehead,

“Want me to run you a shower, help you relax a little?”

Conor just nodded and dropped onto the sofa, he couldn’t speak, he knew she’d read him and know something was wrong, not quite right…. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, he really couldn’t do this …. he just had to stop it now, before it went too far, before he got sucked in….

“Con, shower's warm, come on babe”

He trudged up to the bathroom and stood stock still in the doorway as he saw her naked, under the water stream, waiting for him.

Lying on the bed she looked at him as she carded her fingers through his wet hair,

“That, was amazing”

She leaned up and over his chest, kissing him and licking at his lips afterwards.

“You always know just what to do”

Conor looked at her and returned the kiss, he loved her so much, he wanted to be everything she ever needed, ever dreamed of, ever fantasised about.

“I love you so much Babe, making you feel good is what I’m here to do, it’s what I love doing, I just…." He paused, clearing his throat.  "Do you think there’s anything I could do, you know, more? Like something we don’t do, haven’t tried?”

He knew he was rambling, he quickly shut his eyes and took a breath then watched as her eyes scanned his face, but her tell was the way she swallowed and licked her lips before answering. 

“Nope, it’s all perfect for me Con, how about you?”

In that moment he knew, he just knew she wasn’t satisfied, maybe she’d faked it, maybe she was focusing on Blondie, maybe she was even thinking about going again but not telling him.  

“Well? Anything you’d like me to do?”

She was now lay full length on him and her lips were grazing his neck, he knew he’d normally be throwing her back onto the bed and starting round 2, but his mind was relaying the conversation from when she was in the bath, then what he’d learned today, he needed to pace himself.

Easing her up from him he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom again,

“Think I’ll take a quick shower, feel a bit sticky.”

Y/N watched him disappear and lay back down staring at the ceiling, was he still pissed about the other night? She followed him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching him shower. 

“Are you pissed off at me about the other night Con?”

He turned and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders then shook his head.

“Nothing to be pissed off about, is there? I mean, you had a good night out didn’t you? You came home, gave me the best sex we’ve had in ages and passed out on me, what’s to piss me off?” 

He half laughed at the end then turned to wash his hair again realising it was gonna be like baby hair tomorrow after being washed twice within hours.

Y/N did a slight nod of her head and left the bathroom, he was definitely still pissed off, this was something a blow job and sex wasn't going to clear up.

“What do you fancy doing tonight after tea? Go for a walk? Cinema?”

Y/N was busy clearing the breakfast dishes as Conor gathered his gear together. 

“Probably best not to make any firm plans until I get back if that’s okay with you?” He hated lying to her, hated all this secrecy, but it was doing wonders for his confidence and it wasn’t hurting her, she knew nothing of it and Marsha was very discreet.

“You going to be late again? What you doing after training? You seem to be doing loads more training and social media than you’ve ever done”

Y/N stood up from bending down to the dishwasher, dirty dish in her hand, eyebrows raised at her question.

“Yeah, it’s cos of all the new lads, they’re trying to up the stuff on line, you know what they’re like.”

He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping around her waist and smiling as she turned, locking lips with him and sighing into the kiss as she deepened it.

He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and giving her a smile

“Sorry babe, got to get to Cobham, the boss will have my balls if I’m late.”

Y/N stroked his hair and nodded, “See you later, don’t work too hard.”

She watched him walk out and resumed her task, her mind running a million miles an hour.   Conor just wasn’t himself, he wasn’t acting like him, wasn’t reacting to her like he always had done. She leaned against the worktop, her worst fear played out in her mind and she felt her heart rate increase, she knew Conor wouldn’t do that, but she knew something was off.

“Come on Colin, you can give it to me harder than that! I’m meant to feel like you’re actually wanting to eat me out, not just trying a taster snack at Tescos!”

Marsha was sat on the chair, legs spread, a bored look on her face and Conor was kneeling in front of her, soaked in sweat and blushing from her words.

“I’m sorry I just, this is all, like, doing this with you, it’s just …. different”

Marsha laughed loudly and patted his wet hair.

“Colin, if it wasn’t different you wouldn’t be here, now are we doing this or are you giving up?” She looked at her wrist and tapped the face of her watch “Only 15 minutes left and you wanted to try out something new didn’t you?”

Y/N looked over at Conor, he was flat out, fast asleep again on the sofa, what the fuck? 

Surely they couldn't be training that hard, they'd be knackered before the season started...

1 week later

“Oh my God! Yes Colin, Oh Yes! Just let me … I can’t fucking breathe….”

Conor looked down at Marsha, she was a hot mess, lay on the floor, panting, sweating and her hand gripping onto his hips.

Conor strutted out, today had been a good day.

“I tell you, he’s knackered when he gets home, Poch is working him way too hard, it’s not fair. I know he’s young and gorgeous but where does Poch get off keeping him late almost every night and fucking working him so all he’s fit for when he gets home is a shower, food and sleep?”

Y/N was on the phone to Sarah, she knew she shouldn’t complain about Conor being tired, she’d most likely find Mase was the same, someone needed to have a word with the Coaches over at Cobham.

“Y/N, Mase’s been home normal time.  You know what they’re like, trying to lure in the young girls to follow them on Instagram and everywhere, then the club will be complaining about instahoes, they can’t win.”

Y/N felt better just speaking to someone about it, obviously in the past Mase had been subjected to the same regime and she’d never heard Sarah complaining about the work load, she should keep quiet and  be grateful he was still at a club he enjoyed.

Conor walked into the house and Y/N was sat on the sofa, phone in hand scrolling through pages of something and the TV was playing quietly in the background.

“Babe.”

Conor dropped onto the sofa next to her and immediately slid his hands under her sweatshirt,

“No bra, bonus for me.”

He ran a thumb over her nipple and felt it harden under his touch, Y/N arched her back and moaned at the sensation from his thumb.

“Connnnnnnnnn”

She turned her face and started to kiss him, her hands going straight into his hair, it felt damp, like he’d showered recently, but she couldn’t think any further as he’d lifted her sweatshirt higher and had now latched his lips onto her breast.

“Have missed these so fuckin much.”

His mouth played with the soft skin, his tongue rolling over and over the erect nipple before he sucked it into his mouth again.

Y/N was so tempted to say they’d been there for the last week but she knew not to spoil the moment, she was desperate to feel him, have him on her, in her, all over her, she’d missed him so much…

She mewled as his hand dropped into her pants and his fingers entered her gently, softly rubbing at her, teasing her and bringing the reaction he wanted from her. Immediately her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs squeezing his hand in place.

“Someone's needy.”

He kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his tongue dragging around the shell then he spoke slowly and lowly,

“Need to fuck you, need to fuck you slowly and watch you come unravelled under me.”

Conor felt the whole of Y/N's body lift towards him as his fingers continued their task and his mouth assaulted her ears with filth.

“Gonna let me fuck you babe? Let me make you scream my name? Want to turn you into a bad girl, make you naughty, make you let me do anything to you I want, you up for that babe? Letting me rail you into the bed?”

Y/N was losing her mind, his fingers were bringing her closer and closer to the finish line and she’d never heard him talk so much filth, it was blowing her mind. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him, all open mouthed and sloppy.

“Do it, anything, yeah, just, yeah, rail me Con”

She moaned as he removed his fingers from her, lifted her from the sofa, and waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, his mouth still assaulting her ears and her mouth fixed to his neck, licking and nipping, being careful not to leave any marks…

Y/N lay, coated in sweat, hair stuck to her neck and forehead, panting, mouth dry, eyes squeezed shut.

“Con, please, please, just let me…..”

She felt his mouth on her core again, his tongue again teasing her, lapping at her clit and then sucking it into his mouth, his fingers were dragging in and out of her, she’d already orgasmed three times and she felt like her lower body was on fire from his constant attention.

“Give me one more babe and I’ll leave you alone”

Conor watched as she panted, he’d seriously never edged her or brought her to orgasm so many times together, nor in so many ways as he had tonight, all that was left..

“Turn over babe, come on”

He eased her over, her body almost limp with how he’d been working her,

“Spread your legs babe, further, lift for me.”

He placed his dick to her core and eased himself in, hearing her moan as he entered her fully, she was bound to be sore, but he needed to do this, wanted to finish properly. Letting her get used to him there for a few seconds he then lifted her body so her back rested against his chest and he started thrusting into her, his tongue running along her neck, her shoulder, nipping and licking.

“Want you to come on my dick again babe, just this last time, come on. You’re so good, so wet still, still full of me and all my licking, you enjoy that did ya? Liked me eating you out, bringing you off with my tongue and my fingers, such a dirty girl. Come on, come on babe.”

He was panting between words, sweat running from his head into his eyes, his hair hanging lank with sweat, his arms sliding against her sweaty body.

“Con, Con…… Oh My God….. Oh Jesusssssssssssssssss”

She exploded all over him, her body shuddering with the intensity and he  held her in place as she rode it out and he drove himself to his own finish line, breathing her name as he came, hugging her that impossible centimetre closer, swearing no one, no one could make him feel like she did.

Standing in the shower he washed her hair and then gently soaped her body, letting the water sooth her sore skin.

Lifting the towel from the shelf he wrapped her in it and lifted her up like a baby, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, brushing loose hair from her face.

“Take a nap babe, I’m gonna go make some food.”

He bent down and kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. He couldn’t understand how he wasn’t asleep himself but somehow he had more energy, as he passed the mirror on the wall in the hallway he caught sight of himself and smirked, ‘thanks Marsha’.

Y/N opened her eyes……. Who the fuck was Marsha and why did she deserve thanks? Her heart fell and she felt her stomach lurch but she couldn’t move, he thought she was asleep and she needed to keep the pretence up.

“Hi Sarah, is Mase home?”

Y/N felt sick making the call.

“Yep, home and out doing something in the garden, probably practising his golf swing, it won’t be anything useful, why?”

Y/N took a deep breath

“Do you mind if I pop round, just to speak to Mase for a few minutes?”

“Course, will Conor be with you? Do you want to stay for some food?”

Sarah heard a soft sob at the other end of the line, “Y/N you okay babe?”

Y/N gulped a sob down, 

“I just need to speak to Mase”

Mason was sat opposite a distraught Y/N who was now being cuddled by Sarah to try and help ease the sobbing,

“So let me get this straight, for a couple of weeks he’s been coming home late some days, knackered, blaming the media team and training?”

Y/N nodded and watched as Mason flicked a look at Sarah.

“Has he been working with anyone in particular? Doing something in particular?”

Mason was baffled.

Y/N shook her head,

“Just stuff, media, club wanted more content for on line due to all the new guys”

She looked at Mason and felt her fear increase

“He’s lying isn’t he? He’s not at work is he?”

She looked from Mason to Sarah and both just stared back at her.  Mason paused before he spoke.  

“Look Y/N this is Conor we’re talking about, the man doesn’t even look at the Instagram girls when we’re at SGP, he’s solid.”  Sarah locked eyes with him and huffed out, “And you do?”

Mason swallowed and waved his hand “We’re here helping Y/N out, don’t make it about us.”

Sarah opened her eyes wide and mouthed ‘later mister’. Mason nodded then wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Well, he’s going somewhere, who’s Marsha?”

Y/N watched Mason for any reaction at all.

“Huh?”

He just shrugged and looked at both Sarah and Y/N.

“Not a clue, who is Marsha?”

Y/N started crying afresh.

“I dunno, but last night he thanked her after we’d had probably the most intense sex we’ve ever had since we’ve been together. He doesn’t know I heard him, but as he walked through the hallway upstairs he said ‘thanks Marsha’ and went downstairs”

Mason cursed under his breath and rubbed his stubble,

“I’m sorry Y/N, I have no idea and the last thing I want to do is start asking the lads because someone will most likely blab about it and then well….”

He shrugged.

“So basically he’s shagging about and came home last night to share all his tricks.”

Y/N was shaking with temper now as she cried,

“I knew eventually this would happen, I knew he’d listen to all the chat in the locker room, he’d hear how such a girl did this and how such a bloke did that, he was bound to get bored of me, bound to want more of the other stuff.”

She completely broke down and leaned into Sarah who looked at Mason over her head and mouthed ‘you’re all dickheads’ to which he mouthed ‘I haven’t fucking done anything’ and Sarah mouthed back ‘yet dickhead’ which caused Mason to stand up, grab his golf club, pat Y/N on the shoulder and storm outside. He’d fucking kill Conor when this got sorted.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough, whatever you’re charging is not enough, you need to double it.”

Conor leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsha's cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes quickly as he did.

“You are an absolute darling and if you ever find you need help again with, you know, anything, my door is always open, at an agreed price obviously.”

She laughed as she watched him gather up his clothes and place them in his bag, then running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was straight. She wished all her clientele were as handsome and nimble as he was, her job would be an absolute dream.

He turned and gave her that perfect teeth smile,

“Thanks Marsha.”

And he walked out, leaving her a little damp between her legs…..

Y/N sat on the sofa, her back was ramrod straight and her eyes were fixed on the door. She’d been sat like this for the past two hours and as time ticked by her temper was rising to boiling point. 

She may not be the prettiest, the slimmest, the funniest, have the most hair extensions, biggest lips, longest lashes, but what she did have was a kind heart, a good brain and her integrity and no one, not Conor Gallagher, not even the King of England was stripping her of that. If Conor wanted to shag about then so be it, but she wasn’t the type of person to sit at home and take whatever scraps he threw her way, he could just fuck right on off if he thought that was going to happen!

“Hey!”

Conor closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes and walking into the lounge only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/N sitting like his old school headmistress.

“Babe?”

Y/N felt her insides bubble up and she fixed a hard stare on Conor's face.

“Don’t you fucking babe me, where have you been?”

She watched Conor's adams apple bob in his neck.

“Work.”

His eyes never left her face, she took a shuddering deep breath, he was now lying to her face!

“Liar!”

Conor's eyes widened and he went to take a step forward but Y/N stood up and put a hand out in front silently telling him not to move.

“Don’t you fucking dare take another step forward Gallagher, I’m calling bullshit on everything you’ve told me the last couple of weeks and until you start giving me the truth you can just get your skanky trainers back on, pick up your stinking bag and piss off from our house.”

She could feel herself shaking, knew he’d be able to see it, but she was so proud of herself for not crying.

“Ba….. Y/N, please? What the hell is all this about?” He couldn’t let this happen not after last night,  not after… “Please.”

She shook her head,

“Fuck off Conor, I’m not playing second fiddle to no Instahoe, I’ve booked an appointment at the STD clinic for tomorrow, I need to make sure you’ve not infected me with anything, I at least still have some morals”

“STD…? Ba (she raised her eyebrow) Y/N, please, honestly, there’s no need, I’m clean, you know we get tested all the fucking time, how can you….?”

“You get tested but does she?”

She spat the words out as she folded her arms trying to stop them from shaking.

Conor swallowed again, confused, upset, sweating….

“She? Who the fuck is she?”

He was getting frustrated too and his voice was rising.

“Marshaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Y/N elongated the name and watched his face blanche.

“Marsha? Ah, I can explain tha…..”

“I bet you fucking can, I tell you what Conor, explain it to someone who wants to listen because I’m bored of your bullshit. I thought after all this time the least you would have done was tell me you were wanting out of the relationship, but oh no, not Conor bloody goody two shoes Gallagher, oh no, he decides he’ll just fuck about and act as though nothing is happening. Twat! I hate you.”

She felt the first tear spill from her eye and as she went to wipe it away another appeared, then another, and she huffed out an angry breath.

“Just piss off Conor, I’ve contacted an agency and I’m viewing some places tomorrow, once I’m out you can move back in, until then can you please go bury yourself under a rock somewhere so I don’t have to see your sickening face any more.”

Conor watched as she walked upstairs stopping halfway to say, 

“Leave your keys on the table, I’ll let Mason know when I’m out so you can come in and collect some stuff until I leave”

Conor was numb, he’d never seen her so angry, so direct, so distraught and he was the one who had caused it. His heart broke…. It was meant to be fun, confidence building, then he was meant to make her feel better…. but he hadn’t, he’d destroyed everything.

“Are you shitting me mate?”

Mason was sat across from Conor nursing an orange juice which he wished was a large vodka.

“If I help you out Sarah will not only castrate me she’ll probably throw me out too. She almost destroyed my golf clubs when I mentioned Instagram girls the other day, I swear, I feared for them and me, so no mate, I can’t help you. Why not ask Chilly, he loves a bit of danger, he lives with Annie for fucks sake!”

“Yeah course mate, when d’ya want me to sort it, Y/N always liked me, she’ll be happy to have me help her out.”

He wiggled his eyebrows as he finished and Conor felt his stomach flip, Ben was so not the person to help out. A woman in distress to Ben is like an open invite to a garden party he just has to RSVP to and ‘hello’ said woman is riding his dick….. 

“Look it’s okay Ben, I’ll get someone else to help out, I’m trying to save my fucking relationship here, not offer my girlfriend up on a plate for you to dick her and dump her”

Conor could feel his temper rising, he just needed a small favour was it really too fucking much to ask?

“Easy boy! I can help without any messing, I’m smooth when I want to be”

Ben smiled and Conors heart dropped, he really had no other option…. God Help Him!

“I’m really sorry for calling you darling but Conor was adamant I bring this specific shirt and for the life of me I can’t find it, or his bloody special long hair shampoo, what the fuck kinda bloke has special hair shampoo… I’m losing my fucking mind here in your bathroom, I’ve never seen so many products.”

Y/N listened to the frustration in Ben's voice, he’d told her Mason had taken Conor golfing and so Ben was sent with a list of items to collect so there was no chance of Conor and Y/N running into each other.

Y/N was out for lunch with friends who were all being sympathetic and understanding which is just what she needed just now, so Ben's call was just about as inconvenient as it could get.

“Look Ben, just leave the list, I’ll get it all together and you can collect it all tomorrow, okay?”

Ben heard the reply and his heart sank, Conor hadn’t told him what to do if she suggested this, only what to say to get her to the house.

“Errrr, what about, I come and pick you up, bring you here, get the stuff together then I drop you back… 30 minutes max and lucky me I’ll get to see that fit blonde friend of yours, yeah, that works for me, is she still single by the way?”

Y/N sighed down the phone,

“She is single, you aren’t, you have Annie in your house Ben, remember?”

Ben half laughed.

“You say potatoes, I say patatas.”

“Benjamin! This! This is why Conor is a lost cause! Just hurry up and get here, do not get out of the car, do not look at any of my friends, do not make contact with any of them via Instagram, do you understand  me?”

Ben nodded then realised she couldn’t see him down the phone so he answered her 

“Understood, and on my way.”

“Just sit there and I’ll go get the bag from upstairs now we have everything and I’ll take you back to your friends, who I have to say, all looked lovely today,”

Ben smiled at Y/N's frown and made his way upstairs, sending the text on his phone and removing the headphones as instructed from his pocket, switching on the music he stepped into the guest room and closed the door.

Y/N sat on a dining chair, the silence was killing her.  She looked at her watch, she really needed to get back to her friends.

All of a sudden Blurred Lines started playing through the music system and she made to stand up but two hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back down.

His mouth was as close to her ear as it could get without actually touching, the song words dripping from his lips and despite her best judgement she felt her thighs clench and her pants become damp, her eyes closing at the sensation of his breath on her. 

His hands were slowly massaging her shoulders and easing their way down to her breasts finally resting just above her low cut top, her skin tingling under is touch and her breathing becoming more rapid.

If you can't hear, what I'm tryna say

If you can't read, from the same page

Maybe I'm going deaf

Maybe I'm going blind

Maybe I'm out of my mind

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal 

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

She saw his leg swing around from the back, straight in front of her and between her own legs, and in one movement he was stood there, all white button down shirt and the tightest denims she’d ever seen him in, her eyes travelled up and down him twice before she reached his face, his eyes were dark and they were fixed on her face.

He gyrated his hips towards her, his hands back on her shoulder but stroking up and down her chest, teasing her with the promise he was going to touch her breast, but he didn’t.

She watched as he bent his legs at the knees, bringing his crotch so close to her body she was sure it touched her, but he moved it back and repeated the move, ghosting her body with his groin, silently asking her to meet him half way with her own, she ran a tongue along her lips, suddenly realising how dry they were, or was she salivating looking at him moving like liquid sex in front of her. He continued singing the song, his mouth close to hers as he said the words. Telling her he knew her, knew what he was doing, knew this would be driving her crazy with want...

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

He spread her legs with his hands, running them up to her thighs and back down again, his eyes boring into hers as he did.  She gasped as he ducked his head, making a wave motion with his body as he face dived into her groin then back out, his hands resting on the side of the chair as he repeated the action, his legs spread out at the back of him, resting on his toes and his thighs straining against the denims.

Y/N bit her lip, she was sure any minute now she was going to come and he’d smell it, she was shameless.

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

He dropped to the floor and writhed with his back on the floor and his hips rising and falling as he sang the words, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs and his eyes closing slowly as he breathed the words out.

Fuck she wanted him, she wanted to slip from the chair and just take his dick into her mouth she was so turned on, but as she thought about it he knelt up quickly in one move and placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart an d slowly rising up on his legs until he had moved his body in one wave up towards her face and his groin sat just below her chin. Y/N wanted to poke her tongue out and just lick, just a small taste, just something to ease the frustration she was feeling now.

His hands came up to his shirt and he slowly ran his fingers in and out of the buttons, his eyes never leaving her face, his mouth still breathing the song out.

What do they make dreams for

When you got them jeans on

What do we need steam for

You the hottest b**** in this place!

I feel so lucky

You wanna hug me

What rhymes with hug me?

Hey!

He lifted her hands to his shirt and ran them down, watching as she closed her eyes and her tongue again licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, devour her, lay her down and just fuck her….. but not yet.

He dragged her hands slowly, so slowly down the cotton shirt, letting her feel his toned body underneath, letting her imagine the sweat she could feel on the fabric.

As she sighed at the feel of his body he upped the anti -

Standing bolt upright he thrust his hips forward with his hands over hers he eased them from his shirt onto his denim clad hips, down the side of his hips, along his thighs, then briefly, ghosted them over his groin so she could get a very short very slight feel of his erection being held captive within the tight denim.

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

As she watched her hands being led along his lower body like an artist with a paintbrush, he whipped around and her hands were suddenly caressing his firm buttocks, oh god, she wanted to sink her teeth onto them, wanted to leave a mark and then lick over it, stroking it whilst he thrust into her.

He bent forward, keeping his legs straight and then straightened himself up, moving his hands up his legs and letting them rest on his waist, spinning back around and letting her see where his fingers sat, how they were teasing the button through on his denims, how they eased the further buttons open, parting the end of the white shirt so she could clearly see within his pants,  revealing no underwear, just a light covering of hair that she knew led to the holy grail...

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers slowly popping one button at a time, then they stopped and they came to her face, slowly easing her mouth closed she wasn’t aware was gaping, and he lowered his head and ghosted the softest of kisses against her lips and she melted….

And she came…..

A long low moan leaving her mouth and a shudder running through her body as she felt the fluid run from her centre…

And he hadn’t finished yet!

His hands travelled to his shirt and he started at the top, opening first one button, then two, then as if he lost patience he just pulled and the buttons popped off or ripped open, Y/N gasped as his body was at last there in all its toned glory for her to see, she wanted to run her fingers over his ribs, down to his V line and follow the trail, she wanted him so badly.

Two hands dragged his shirt from his denims, letting it hang from his shoulders to the side of his sweat coated body.

A taste was all she wanted, she wanted to lick along the line of sweat she was following from his breast to his hip, she leaned forward, tongue starting to peep from between her lips, but her movement caused him to step back, wagging a finger at her as he continued with the song, which she now hated, how many fucking verses did this thing have!?

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt, like it hurt

What, you don't like work?

Hey!

Baby, can you breathe?

I got this from Jamaica

It always works for me

Dakota to Decatur

Bending down he picked something up and she heard a low pop, allowing her eyes to deviate from his body she looked at his hands and her mouth made an O as he rubbed his hands together and then started to smear baby oil over his torso, leaning his head back as if standing under a shower, biting at his lip as his own fingers ran across his nipples and down towards his waist then back up easing his shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor, her eyes followed it and wished she were it and he could fall on top of her.

His eyes flashed open as Y/N whined at his actions, her hands splayed out on her thighs which were rubbing together trying to give the friction she was desperate for after having come once already.  He stopped and lifted her hands, placing them on his skin, letting her rub along his body, the oil oozing through her fingers.  Turning slowly he let her rub the little oil from her hands onto his back, then turning back again he bent his body, placing his hands either side of her onto the chair and lowering his face towards her groin, smelling her personal scent at the same time as she continued to massage along his shoulders.

No more pretending

Cause now your winning

Here's our beginning

I always wanted a

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Stepping back he shifted his stance, legs closer together, hands atop the waistband of the denims, the last few buttons were flicked through quickly and Y/N bit her lip, she may combust by the time these denims were removed, she knew what lay within and God she wanted it so badly.

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Slowly, so slowly, he eased the denim down, the oil on his hands leaving a trail along his thighs, his knees, his calves, she followed every centimetre of the journey, watching his fingers pry the fabric along his limbs, watch the material bunch and fold as it exposed his body, his legs that ran miles every day, that allowed her to ride him, took her weight when she got tired on top, allowed her to sit on him to enjoy a cuddle.  Those legs were priceless and they felt so good under her body, behind her or either side of her when they shagged.

Then he was stepping out of his jeans, lifting them and dropping them to the side, standing up, naked, hard bodied, hard erection, and hers.

His eyes met hers and he licked his lips, running a hand along his shaft and emitting a low moan letting his eyes close lazily.

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

The words had stopped coming from his mouth and the last verse was sung from the speakers and she stood up and covered his hand with hers, the oil making the journey up and down his erection easy and he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand went into her hair, then down to her dress, lifting it over her head and making short work of removing all underwear.

Dropping to the floor he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with the tip of his dick and licking along her lips.

“Don’t tease”

She tried to thrust herself up to slide him inside her, but he shifted his hips back and licked along her jaw,

“You love the tease, that’s what's got you wet, that’s what you wanted, isn't it?”

He kissed up to her ear and breathed across it.

“I heard your conversation, you’re not the only one who can overhear things. Marsha taught me how to strip, how to tease, how to please you without touching. She’s 60 if she’s a day but she’s good at her job.”

He was speaking so quietly against her ear, she was struggling to hear him over her own panting and his breathy words.

“I’m sorry”

She almost got a sentence out but his finger rested against her lips,

“Stop, let me love you.”

He lowered himself onto her and into her, his hands taking her and holding them above her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her building to her peak as he nibbled along her neck, down to her breasts and all the while telling her he loved her, only her, only ever her and then she fell, a long deep moan slipping from her as she tightened around him bring him along with her, how could she ever doubt him?

They lay side by side, clothes strewn around them and rig full of oil from Conor's body, oblivious to time or changing temperature, but then

“Can I come down yet? I’m bloody starving and I need to get home”

Conor looked over at Y/N and they both laughed, grabbing something to cover certain body parts they watched as Ben held his hand against his eyes at an angle so he couldn’t see them and left the house.

Y/N ran a finger down Conor's torso,

“You know, you could always strip for a job if your football doesn’t work out but they do 2 shows a day at weekend you know, and today is Sunday so come on, get dressed, time for the main event”

Conor laughed and picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs

“I’ll give you a main event missy and I don’t need to be stripping to do it...”

[rad-claid-plaid]

So my landlord has a male guest over... she told me she was going to be gone saturday and sunday. I feel stupid but also pissed and uncomfortable; I was walking around the house in my underwear, had slept in till noon, was having a lazy day, I see the spare room door is cracked and opened it, (its where the vacuum cleaner is kept, and I was morbidly curious if she had changed the room since her daugher will be moving back (was just peeking my head in, no intent of snooping, but I am not banned from that room its just a spare room.) now mind you I am only wearing underwear... the dog and some dude is in there. this is the second time she has left and had a guess stay over while she was not. here and did not speak a word of it to me. I am so pissed off and uncomfortable. Just needed to vent cause wtf. I am so embarrassed I want to die. When I am home alone, I relax, I talk out to myself, I let myself be weird. My other roommates in the past always communicated when someone was over, she doesn't, and she isn't here so why would I assume someone is over? WTF.

what the fuck? anon that sounds so shitty. Have you talked to your landlord/roommate about it? Like hopefully if you communicate that it's unacceptable for you to be left alone for long periods of time with a random man she brings in, she can uh. stop doing it? Or work out a compromise? Anyway I hope that your housing situation improves :/ I never had this particular issue with roommates, just lots of really insane niche issues.

[vanyacarden]

Good Girls Go Bad

Chapter three: The Perks of Being Nate Archibald

C has officially entered the picture, just not for L. She's saved from his wrath...for now. But once he finds out what happened between N and L after B's infamous Kiss on the Lips party, C might just explode.

Nate woke up late that morning, his phone buzzing like crazy. When he looks at his phone, he sees a million missed texts and calls from Blair and a single text from Chuck. He glances at the time. "Damn it...I slept in..." he groans. He rolls over, not really wanting to get up just yet, when he sees that his bathroom door is shut and the light is on. He gets up to investigate, unaware of what, or rather who, is hiding behind that closed door.

Luciana paced the bathroom, trying to remember what happened after the party, how she got to Nate's house, and more importantly, how she ended up in only her bra and underwear and in Nate's bed. One thing she did know for sure: Blair was going to kill her.

As he debated actually going to the door and knocking, Nate checked his millions of texts. The one from Chuck just simply stated: 'read Gossip Girl.' Nate did as told, and what he saw shocked him.

Spotted: Golden Boy, drunk and going home with a girl on his arm. The girl in question? Luciana Beckett. Sorry B, it looks like your faithful boyfriend isn't so faithful after all.

XOXO

Gossip Girl

Nate sat on the edge of his bed, completely shocked. Luciana is in his bathroom? He brought her home and has no memory of it? So many questions, so little answers. He knows he probably shouldn't, but he checks his texts from Blair. Yep, just what he expected, her yelling at him via text. He checks his voicemail, only to get yelled at even more by Blair. He looked up when he saw Luciana coming out of the bathroom.

"Nate, please tell me you-" She starts.

"Remember what happened last night? Not a thing. Apparently I was drunk, so there's some sort of explanation..." he trails off.

"I mean, we're both...sort of clothed, so I don't think we...you know." Luciana says. Nate nods.

"Right...we definitely didn't have sex. The place would be a lot messier if we had. So that rules out that possibility." He replies. He pauses to think. "Now that I think about it, I do remember us talking. It was...late at night, we were sitting here in my bed, and we were talking. So we must've just...passed out." He says after a few minutes.

Luciana smiles. "You're right! I remember now! We were playing..." her smile fades. "We were playing two truths and a lie...please tell me I didn't say anything major."

He laughs a little. "I don't think you did, but then again my memory isn't the best at the moment." He runs a hand through his already messy hair. For someone usually so put together, Nate has some serious bedhead going on. Luciana giggles.

"What? What's so funny, hm?" Nate looks up.

"Your hair." She giggles more. "Have you looked in a mirror this morning?" She asks.

Nate gets up and goes in the bathroom. "I'm- I'm sorry you had to see me like this..." he says, running his fingers through his hair.

"It's okay. It's cute." She giggles.

Nate and Luciana lay together in bed, talking about random things. Luciana sits up. "Truth or dare."

"What?" Nate looks at her.

"Truth or dare. Come on." She repeats.

"Okay....dare." He replies.

"I dare you to....kiss me."

Nate sits up. "What?"

"Don't worry. What happens in this room stays in this room." Luciana says, hoping to ease Nate's nerves.

Nate takes a deep breath and kisses her. Little do they know, they're being spied on by the one and only Chuck Bass.

Spotted: C already typing out a message, an unfaithful boyfriend, and a soon to be pissed off B. Things are about to get real. Stay tuned.

XOXO

Gossip Girl.

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about.

Marty from Gilmore Girls

First, it took me so long to write I had writer block or I was burned out with myself idk, sorry for the wait.

Second, we don’t have a huge fandom for marty nor content so I’m trying my best to make it worthy.

Third, thanks for the beautiful soul in my comments who gave me the idea for most of the headcanons I hope you read it.

Warning: I didn’t check or edit any mistypos or grammatical mistakes bc I’m so lazy, sorry and forgive me guyyyss. Also I am yapping.

Let’s get started!

It’s a bummer we didn’t get much of Marty, not enough screen time.

Some people hated Marty for the way he treated Rory after she rejected him politely. He’s just being realistic.

He tried to avoid Rory, he was coping with heart break, also the writer Amy wanted to show us that not everyone would worship Rory the way they did back at high school or stars hallow.

Marty was the reality college boy. He got rejected, he’s out of your life. Unlike maybe Tristan? He knew Rory had a boyfriend and still didn’t leave.

Rory was polite yes, but imagine yourself in this situation, hurts doesn’t it?

So after a year I guess? He met Lucy, I see he takes like on energetic girls who give golden retriever energy.

He tried to move on from Rory by being with Lucy. That almost worked until it didn’t.

When Rory appeared again in his life he tried to be cold and distant even he played dumb by saying “nice to meet you” like they were not friends before.

It was to protect his relationship with Lucy and part of him didn’t move on from Rory.

The fandom went “how dare he!” No the boy got a good point.

But unfortunately he crashed all of this, well not entirely his fault.

Logan was really pissed because he was jealous (logan baby, leave the love birds alone)

Logan basically destroyed Marty’s and Lucy’s relationship by being so fckn selfish.

Also Rory should’ve known better, she should’ve stayed away from Marty and Lucy, but out girl Rory must have what she wants, right?

So here’s what I think happened after the dinner incident:

Of course Marty and Lucy went through a huge fight which included confessing he had a crush on Rory and he still didn’t move on.

Lucy is so hurt and mad, ending everything with Marty.

So Lucy went back to Olivia, breaking down, they both agreed on hating Rory and Marty.

So after the finals Olivia planned girls trip with Lucy and some of their friends to make Lucy feel better.

Back to Marty, he’s depressed and broken, almost failing his finals.

He busied himself with work, he burned himself out with work to take off his mind from the break up, promising himself he won’t look at Rory’s direction ever again.

He realizes that Rory almost destroyed his life. So he hated her (love turned to hate).

He decided he wanted to finish school and move to another state with the money he gained from over working himself.

He moved to LA, started a business and succeeded and after many years he’s married to a beautiful woman and have two kids.

He met Rory again when they were in their 30s, she was a mess, and said her pitiful story about she can’t find her underwear box.

And how she’s glad he’s succeeded, he doesn’t say a thing about his hatred but he says it’s all thanks to her.

He got in touch with Lucy again she became an actress and he watches many of her performances when she comes to LA. She loves the theater and sends him, his wife and the kids tickets to her shows and premiums of her movies.

Marty is a very caring and kind person, his love is genuine and he gives it generously.

So if you’re in a relationship with him except lots of love languages. (Quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, gifts)

Although he didn’t have that much money but he would love to spend his last two cents in his bank account on you.

He is a supportive bf, he would support your interests no matter how stupid they seem to you. He would love to set and watch you do your thing.

He knows your favorite way to drink coffee, and he won’t stop showing first thing in the morning every day with your coffee. “To keep you awake during your first class” with a little smiley :).

He memorizes all your small details.

He’s a jealous jealous boy.

He won’t get mad, he’s a walking green flag, but he would like you to keep distance with your male classmates, not cutting them off, but to set boundaries.

When he’s mad at you he won’t yell or do anything to hurt your feelings, but he would give you the silent treatment. Until he’s cool and you sort things out together.

His favorite season is spring, because he loves taking you on dates or trips in spring break. He loves how the weather is getting warmer but still chilly. (So he can cuddle with you)

So that was it for me I hope you like it my loves. Have a nice day and tell me at the request box your opinions.

🤍✨

[valleyfae]

baby looking for inspo? i'm HERE

see now you know im obsessed with step everything and my entire personality is dark or daddy issues-esque fics so im sure you're already expecting what's to come

mean manipulative dark best friend's dad seb who wants to turn you into his little girl. secret perverted touches, him pushing you into dark corners when your bff is there, hand over your mouth telling u about all the bad things he wants to do to you 🥰 i love me a sick fuck

step dad charles blackwood disciplining you? telling you it's for your own good? lots of slapping from his side because he LOVES inflicting pain he's a total sadist and a very very strict and mean dom and he has one dirty twisted mouth he loves humiliating you and how touch starved you are. YOU GET ME??

and random but i have very normal feelings about the chest hair they are very normal im not insane about it AT ALL

older mentor nick fowler and you being the new naive young intern who he decides to take in basically? show you the ropes? he has lots of anger issues and he gets off on seeing you cry because of him. hes a cocky asshole im sure you can guess where im going with this 🤭

okay and here's another; yandere steve kemp just wants a doll for himself. like a pure pretty little girl to corrupt and destroy and to treat like a princess at the same time. dress her up in pretty clothes and slap and throw her around if she ever tells him no. mean and manipulative and praise in the most condescending way. also likes to threaten you with how he'd give you the same treatement that he gives his other girls if you piss him off 😵‍💫

these are all literally just random thoughts i have for no reason. do with them what you will they're all yours now <3

love you 😽

“My whole personality is dark or daddy issues-esque” you’re killing me baby oh gosh 😭

There is a lot especially for Steve!!! 1k word rant under the cut hehe enjoy

I’m whimpering and squirming… he’s such a perv ekkjkhkgj cupping your cunt under the table during dinner, going through your things and stealing your dirty underwear, insisting on taking pictures of you two while swimming but just videos you and zooms in to take photos of just you, stuffing his fingers in your mouth and covering the whole bottom of your face to shut you up. His voice is deep and gravely as he whispers the most vulgar, disgusting things. He has a collection of paddles and floggers and, of course, has way more than necessary amount of tough, expensive belts. He has a huge sir kink >.< he is not afraid to be vocal or grunt and moan, growling the most filthy things while pinning you down and fucking you into oblivion.

I know I barely talk about Charles, but he is one of my favorites 🤧🤧 all my favorite things ever. I’m the biggest obedient pain slut masochist, and the things he would do just turn me on to a disgusting degree. I love mean and strict doms and them being cruel for no reason and treating you like a toy to use and hurt. OMG MY FAVORITE LINE “it’s for your own good” 🥺🥺 I’m weak!!! All of the impact play and breath play ahhsfksglhsk!!!! Charles does the occasional paddle or belt, but he’s more traditional (maybe that’s the wrong thing to call it lol). Anything handy and close by will do, even though he has a strict schedule, which includes proper discipline and regimens. He finds you getting off in your room? Bent over your bed using the back of your hairbrush. In the kitchen? Bent over the counter using the back of a wooden spoon, and so on.

I really shouldn’t expose myself right now :/ but I’m going to lol. The whole paddle, hairbrush, just Charles spanking in general reminded me of this couple wksjahasjh so last year or so I found this clip from a video and as one does I showed my friend and she found the couples ph account. Porn has never really turned me on and I never really enjoyed watching it I don’t know BUT THIS?!!?!!? They only had one typical porno and the rest were just discipline and punishment spanking videos. And I forgot about them. I’m literally creaming my pants just thinking about it… full on nutted everywhere </3

Some people go crazy for chest hair and I mean if it fits with the whole package, or the specific person, it can definitely do something but Seb doesn’t need it whatsoever 👍🏻

OLDER MENTOR NICK *sobs* DECIDES TO TAKE YOU IN *sobs harder* DACRYPHILIA *sobs even harder and profusely whimpers* why doesn’t he love me :(( I need him :( oh… you really went there with the anger issues, didn’t you? You little fucker :|

I wanna be Steve’s favorite basement pet!!!!!!! I will do anything for him. I’m thinking breeder!Steve so sorry if this is a different direction than you were going. Steve running the most successful underground dark web breeding I don’t know what to call it. He never picks favorites, and he promised himself that from the beginning, but there is something so pure about you. The fear in your eyes so rare and beautiful he nearly can’t hold back his urges. Your confusion is evident. Just looking at you, he knows you haven’t been touched before. 

He hands down has a piss kink, both ways around. He makes you hold it for as long as possible, then totally humiliates you when you can’t control your bladder anymore. And on the other hand, he’ll sit you beside the tub and degrade and humiliate and call you a ‘brainless mutt’ while going all over you… I’m so very sorry lmao. 

Back to where I was, I guess? Being so frightened and shy once you arrive, crying every time Steve gets near you, not sleeping or eating, and just staying in your cage until you’re ripped out. One night he loses control and carefully gets you from your cage to bring you back to his room upstairs. No one notices, including you, due to everyone’s nightly shot. Waking up in a different cage at the end of Steve’s bed with a sore throat, dried cum all over you, and some marks and blood on the backs of your thighs and bum from his crops :(( naive and easily manipulated, you become Steve’s most prized breeding toy. You follow him around and let him do whatever he pleases. 

His praise can sometimes be you’re doing such a good job, pup. But it always has to be mixed with some of these: dirty little pup has gone fucking brain dead, huh? Just love getting ruined, don’t you? Good little mutt’s so obedient she’ll take anything given to her. Pathetic little pet. 

Twice a week, there are inspections. Strapped down to his examination table, he checks and makes sure your holes are healthy, and you’re in good condition for breeding and selling. All the other girls have plain black collars with their tracking numbers, but Steve has put you in a handmade leather collar with a little bell and bow attached. He sometimes lets you sit in his lap while he works or on the couch opposed to kneeling on the floor, but when you get too comfortable and forget that Steve hasn’t given you specific instructions, he threatens to not even let you leave the basement like the others and accept Mr. Fowler’s generous bidding and sell you to him.

You are an angel!!! These concepts are absolute perfection (sorry I went a little crazy) 🤧🤧

Love you <3

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Figure Eights: Manjiro Sano/ Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

Request from @raizelswitch

Hi love! You’re an amazing writer, and I was wondering if I could request: Boten husbands reacting to their wives wilding out in the club. Mikey, Sanzu, Rindou, and Ran Song inspo: My type.

Like, he knows he can’t take you anywhere. Especially anywhere that serves hard liquor lol but he takes you to show you off and you leave VIP for a bit to get drinks. You end up drinking both yours and his, then taking shots with a few girls at the bar, and by the time he turns around from talking with his coworkers to see why people in the club started getting loud and cheering, he sees you twerking on a girl, and then spinning to sing in her face. Both you and her yelling “Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night!” NSFW: They make you ride it all night for acting like that and embarrassing him.

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tw: NSFW

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Manjiro Sano

"Get her down from there."

Pissed is an understatement in Mikey's case.

No, Mikey is beyond pissed. He's fucking furious.

You promised to keep it together for one night, and here you are, dancing all over some random girl while he's taking care of business. Kakucho does as he asks, getting up from his chair and striding over to you in the crowd and snatching you away from the lustful eyes of men and women alike.

You'd gone too far.

You stumble behind Kaku, your eyes wide and full of confusion.

"What did I--"

"We're going home," Mikey mutters, standing and placing his hands in his pockets. "This is obviously not a place I can take you anymore."

The ride home is silent, with you fiddling with your top and Mikey thinking about how foolish it was to even let you come along to the club. What possessed him to choose the club in the first place? He can't recall, but as you walk inside in front of him, he does recall something you'd said.

"So you want to ride the dick all night, hm?"

Your eyes turn back into saucers, and you whisper,

"The song..."

"I want you in the bed in ten minutes. Get yourself cleaned up."

He'd give you what you wanted. Maybe then you'd stop this charade of embarrassing him for fun. He meets you in the bedroom, and you're fully stripped down to your bra and underwear, lying on your side and snoring.

Mikey sighs, then climbs into bed beside you, feeling his own tiredness take over. Maybe he'd give it to you in the morning, then. Maybe.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Don't stick your dick in crazy," someone had warned him long ago.

Too bad he was sticking it in crazy right now.

But did it count if he was crazy, too?

"You embarrassed me in front of my friends," Sanzu grunts, thrusting deeply. "My associates..." You're beneath him, hips angled up into his backside as he fucks you doggy style. And you look so blissed out, drunk as fuck, but so wet and so willing. "And you even kissed her!"

The 'her' he's referring to is Emma Sano, who by all accounts was still Draken's girl, but you did what you did, startling everyone in the club and making Sanzu look like an utter fool.

But what Sanzu doesn't know is that this evening was orchestrated for him to do just this, for him to go batshit insane. Just one time.

"Feels so good, Sanzu," you moan, but this isn't what he wants. He wants you to be sorry, to make him feel like a man again. But you wanted this. You wanted him to dominate you. He'd been so bust with work, work, work that he hadn't even taken the time to make sure you were satisfied.

Thankfully, Emma knew just what to do and how to do it, too. If her plan worked like she hoped, she and Draken would be in a similar position right now. And you loved the way he looked at you with those baby blue eyes, his pink hair drifting over his face as he fucked you senseless.

A perfect scheme to get your man to pay attention to you again?

Check.

Ran Haitani

Ran really doesn't like taking you out to the club.

He really, really doesn't like it.

You always get drunk, try to take some girl home with you for a "threesome" (which really means you're going to fuck her, and not him - that was a tough lesson to learn), and end up passed out in the bed with your clothes still on.

But you'd been so good for so long, so he thinks, "why not treat my wife to some fun after such a rough six months?"

He regrets it as soon as he hears your voice over the microphone.

"Bad bitch, I'mma ride the dick all night!"

No. His violet eyes turn to see you on stage with a random woman, dancing on her and pouring champagne down her throat like a terrible bottle girl. Most of it ends up on her dress, but neither of you cares. You're drunk as fuck, and that only spells trouble for the man who would rather not strip you down to your clothes, turn the a/c on to freezing cold so you don't overheat, and have the trashcan on standby so you can lean over and throw up.

He'll do it, but damn. Can you not attract the attention of everyone in the club while you're at it?

"No, no, no," Ran grunts, pushing through the cheering crowd. "No, y/n, get your ass down here." He's yelling up at you like you're an errant child, which makes you a little angry, so you respond,

"Or what?" into the microphone.

Ran flashes back to a memory, one that is buried deep within his subconscious. This memory is of you, standing over him two years ago, doing the same thing you're doing now, but in a different dress, and without the massive ring on your finger. He knew what he was getting into then, but didn't handle it right that night.

Tonight, he'd do better.

He's not going to count down.

He's not going to cross his arms or growl your name.

He's not even going to respond.

Ran gets onto the stage, picks you up, and tosses you over his shoulder, apologizes to the woman and the DJ, then carrying you out kicking and screaming profanities at him. You don't stop, even when he deposits you in the passenger side of the car, your hair tousled around your face as you go off.

"And you never let me have any fun!"

"Are you done?" Ran wonders, pushing the start button on the car.

You cross your arms, mocking him in a high-pitched voice before turning to face the window.

"Are you done?"

You grumble to yourself all the way home, which Ran ignores. He's got other things on his mind right now. Once you both make it upstairs, you take off your dress, tossing it to the ground in a heap with your bra and underwear before going into the bathroom. Ran loosens his tie, still not speaking to you before he opens the door to the bathroom and shucks off his pants.

You're standing in the mirror, but once he enters, you try to exit, still pouting. Ran blocks your exit, leaning against the door in his briefs.

"You done pouting?"

"No," you snap.

"You've lost your mind embarrassing me like you did," he begins, walking forward. "But that's okay, baby girl. I'll help you find it. You want to ride the dick all night?" You gasp as he turns you around and lifts your leg onto the counter. "We can make that happen."

You realize your mistake as your back is being blown out for the third hour in a row, Ran's fingers holding your wrists above your head.

"I'm sorry," you whimper, and Ran grunts, wondering if you'd gotten slightly bit sober despite the excess of champagne in your system. "Sorry for embarrassing you."

"A few orgasms really clear your head, huh?"

Rindou Haitani

"You're really doing this right now?" Rindou wonders, pulling you free from the crowd. "Really? In front of my brother and his wife? What, do you want to have sex with them?"

"I meant your dick, Rin," you giggle, but Rindou isn't wearing a smile on his face.

"Then why are you grinding all over your sister-in-law?"

"It's for fun," you groan, rolling your eyes. "You're such a stiff, Rin."

When the words leave your mouth, you immediately know you're going to regret it.

"A stiff, huh?" Rindou wonders, tilting his head to the side. "We'll see about that."

You're in the backseat of his car, legs up and around his shoulders when you begin repenting.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," you gasp, cumming on Rindou's cock for the second time that night.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it," Rindou grumbles, pushing into your roughly, fingers tugging at your exposed nipples. "If I'm a stiff, then I'll show how stiff I can be."

"Please," you beg, fingers trembling as you hold onto his arm. "Please have a little mercy." You know this pleading just turns him on even more, and the light in Rindou's eyes only gets brighter.

"A little mercy for a girl like you?" he asks, and you nod. "Not what I had in mind, sweetheart. You're going to take this dick."

[cinnamonest]

I've seen posts about momcon and sistercon (both of which are amazing), but let me bring to the table Neicecon! I think both Kaeya and Childe would be the obvious perpetrators of wanting to fuck their neice. Sorry for this, I'm a degenerate.

Like the yandad! Diluc post that was on here a while ago stated, he gets a girl pregnant at a pretty young age and has Reader. Kaeya is just absolutely tickled by the mess his step brother has got himself into, taking every chance to tease the hell out of him about it. 

"You got some random girl pregnant? Seriously? Maybe you're not as smart as I originally thought, dear brother."

Reader is raised by Mom mostly, but she stays at Dawn Winery every once in a while. She doesn't really look forward to seeing her father, though. He's not fun. Like, at all. You know who is fun, though? Uncle Kaeya! It makes Diluc jealous, seeing the way his daughter's eyes light up in excitement when looking at Kaeya but not him. Which, in turn, causes Kaeya to make it his mission to be his niece's favorite out of spite. 

Tired of the boring lessons her boring father assigned her to do while he's busy filing paperwork? Kaeya suggests a game of pirates instead! Sad that Diluc won't let her have a piece of candy? Uncle Kaeya will sneak her five pieces when he's not looking. Of course, as time goes on and he starts training to join the knights he's not always at the winery the same time she is, and their bond starts to weaken. He tries, but life gets in the way to the point he's seeing her once or thrice every couple of months.

For years. Each time he sees her again she looks even more different than before. And just how her appearance changes, so do his feelings toward her. It isn't a slow, gradual building over time. No, Kaeya just gets hit with the overwhelming urge to fuck his niece's throat one day during dinner. Diluc being right across from him doesn't cause his hard as a rock erection to disappear, if anything it makes him even more aroused. Throat fucking his daughter right in front of him would be the ultimate power move. 

That scenario turns into a frequent fantasy for him as he beats off, along with stealing his niece's lacy underwear every time he visits. Kaeya doesn't feel bad for developing such degenerate fantasies for the girl he practically helped raise. She grew into an incredibly hot young woman, so who could really blame him? Was it his intention all along? No, but it does have its pros. For one, she trusts him implicitly, which will make his plan of fucking her all the more easier. And he does plan on fucking her. When Kaeya fantasizes about something, it isn't long until he makes that fantasy become a reality. He's just biding his time until the perfect opportunity.

That opportunity arises when both Crepus and her mother's deaths were delivered to him by mail. One overly formal, the other featuring many small dried teardrops littering the paper. Crepus' funeral was first, and Kaeya would be lying if he said the way his niece hugged her grieving father didn't irk him a bit. The only man she should be touching is him, even if the man she was hugging was her father. 

Diluc didn't stay long after the service. He disappeared, leaving his daughter that comforted him in his time of need to mourn her mother by herself. It would have pissed Kaeya off, if it wasn't the perfect opportunity he's been waiting for. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, heart wearing heavy with grief for her mother's death and worry for her father's disappearance. What a bastard move to take advantage of her when she's this vulnerable. But, well, Kaeya is a bastard. 

"Do you want some candy?" Kaeya whispered, smiling silently to himself before she even nodded her acquisisce, already knowing the answer. 

"Y-Yes please, uncle Kaeya." 

Oh, he'll give her some candy. And she better make sure to swallow all of it.

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[drvrslcense]

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pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader

summary: you and leo are dared to skinny dip, what happens if your friends run away with your clothes?

warnings: skinny dipping (a bit of nudity), a few curses, mentions of sex (but not really?) - let me know if you see other ones!

notes: request; this takes place years after the events of hoo (toa never happened)

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Leo Valdez is seriously annoying.

The way he smiles as if everything’s okay and his anger is not something you’re feeling like waves hitting you over and over - it’s just annoying. Why can’t he just get it over with and explode in front of you, use his fire powers and all?

With a scoff, you shook your head, averting your gaze from the curly-haired boy to the campfire in front of you.

Truthfully, this event was supposed to be just the seven - Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo. Percy invited you to enjoy this night with his friends. He found you earlier by this beach, kicking sand, and muttering how much Leo Valdez just pissed you off. And he just had the audacity to invite you to an event, saying Leo won’t be here. But here he is - grinning as he was roasting a marshmallow over the fire.

“So, Leo,” Percy turned to Leo. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he grinned.

You saw Percy look at you, smiling, like a monkey who finally grabbed the banana from the tree. "Go skinny dipping with Y/N."

"What!?" I'm sorry, but were you just dragged into something that doesn't even include you? "No. I'm not skinny dipping, especially not with him."

"Wow," Leo said, standing up. "Way to hurt my feelings, Y/N."

"Like you have one," you rolled your eyes.

"So, are you doing this or not?" Leo questioned you, already raising an arm to remove his shirt.

"No, I'm not," you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Your loss," Leo shrugged, shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his body. Realizing what you were doing, you averted your gaze from him into the campfire. "Like what you were seeing?"

You can just feel him smirking across from you. "It's not even my dare, how do I lose?"

"It's a dare and you're involved so get on with it," Percy waved his hand dismissively, smiling mischievously as he took a sip of his blue coke.

"Do they really have to be naked?" Thank the Gods for your sister, Annabeth.

"Yeah," Jason echoed. "We're all going to be scarred forever when Leo goes buck naked."

"Fine," Percy sighed in defeat. "You can keep your underwear."

They all looked at Leo expectantly, who raised his hands up. "Oh no, I'm not doing it if Y/N won't."

"It's your dare, Valdez."

"Yeah, and?"

"It's not mine."

"But Percy said I have to do it with you."

"Ugh," you huffed, standing up to remove your clothing. "I hate you."

"Well, I don't exactly like you either," Leo quipped, unbuckling his pants.

You turned around, raising your arms over your head as you removed your shirt, revealing your balconette bikini top in Victorian blue. The matching bikini was a gift from Piper on your birthday last September. This is only the first time you wore this, but under a white cropped top and denim jeans, thinking you won't have to swim as it is mid-winter in New York.

Unfortunately, Percy is a pain in the ass and dared Leo to go skinny dipping with you.

Annabeth handed you a beach towel you wrapped yourself in. Despite the camp's borders protecting you from extreme weather, the air was still chilly, and it sent a shiver down your spine as it hit you.

You turned around and saw that Leo had the matching blue and floral printed towel wrapped around his waist. "Let's just get this over with."

You walked over towards the edge where the waves meet the sun, leaving Leo to catch up to you. "So, how are we doing this?"

"You just don't think," is what you answered as you threw your towel somewhere behind you, diving into the open beach and swimming as far as you can.

As soon as the cold catches up to you, you stand up; the water reaching your chin. You saw Leo standing still at the edge, looking stunned. "What are you waiting for, you elf?"

Leo only shook his head and followed you. You waited a few moments, looking around the vast ocean, with chattering teeth and ragged breaths. In mid-December, the water current felt like icicles hitting your body over and over in different places. You couldn’t wait to get back out on the shore and sit by the fire for warmth.

You feel something tug at your ankle, pulling you deeper. As you struggled to stay afloat, you kicked whatever it was, deciding ultimately more on your own survival than the welfare of some random sea creature. But it wasn't a random sea creature. Instead, it was Leo, holding a bloody nose as he surfaced beside.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he held his nose, ducking his head a few times to stop the bleeding.

"That's what you get," you shrugged, waving your arms to keep yourself afloat.

"Ugh," Leo groaned. "CAN WE GO BACK NOW?"

"Geez," you covered your ears. "You didn't have to yell that loud."

"YES," you heard Percy yell back, his voice like waves echoing throughout the ocean.

You looked at the campfire, only that it was like a dot of orange in the distance. Your friends were like moving shadows in the distance, dimly lit by the moonlight.

"Come on," Leo started swimming back towards the shore once his nose had slowed down its bleeding. You followed him, careful not to swim too fast and make your head squeeze tighter than it already was. As you surfaced on the edge, you saw Leo yell and tried to run after Percy, who was holding your clothes. “Hey! Get back here.”

Instead of answering, Percy just laughed and ran away towards the parking lot. Leo chased after him.

You stood up, shivering as the chilly air hit you, grabbing your towel and wrapping yourself with it. Instead of running after Leo, you took a seat in front of the fire, with your arm reached out and dangerously close to the flames. Who could blame you for wanting to feel some warmth?

“You could get burned,” Leo commented, making you look at him in surprise. You thought he was with Percy grabbing his clothes, but there he stood, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dangerously drift down towards his collarbone, but you shook your head, focusing your gaze on the dancing flames in front of you.

“At least I could be warm,” is what you told him as your fingers still dance dangerously close to the flames.

“Here,” Leo offered you a hand, and you stared as if it was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. To be honest, it wasn’t disgusting. You noticed his fingers were long and slender and smooth - no calluses in sight. It must be a benefit from producing flames.

“What do I do with it?”

“Hold it.”

“No.”

“Your loss,” he shrugged, taking a seat across from you.

“So, where’s Percy?” You asked him.

“Gone,” he sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “They said we should work everything out and they’ll come to fetch us in the morning.”

Unbelievable. Still, what they had done didn't surprise you. It was like them to do something like this, you should have seen it coming. Instead, the temptation for a good time blinded you.

“Go on,” you told him. “Yell at me.”

“What?” Leo said in disbelief. “What do you want me to yell at you?”

“I don’t know,” you told him, shrugging. “What were you saying about me after we met?”

“I wasn’t saying anything about you,” Leo answered defensively.

“You so were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Really?” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What was I saying then?”

“That I was rude,” you answered him, sitting up straight.

“That’s true,” Leo agreed. “You were rude. And you are being rude now.”

“Well, excuse me if I was being rude,” You laughed humorlessly. “I was busy and stressed that day. I was being chased by monsters all day until Grover and Percy found me, and I was tired."

“But that doesn’t excuse you from being such a jerk at camp,” Leo argued.

“Sorry I wasn’t feeling bright and cheery as you,” you retorted. “Gosh, you were annoying.”

“You think I was annoying?” Leo asked, offended.

“You were!” You stood up, clenching the towel that was wrapped around you. “You came in all Mr. Smiley Pants, greeting me with a cheer, and then you introduced yourself and told me your life story when I’m exhausted. Gods, Leo, I just wanted to rest that day.”

“But you didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Leo stood up too, walking to stand in front of you. If he thought he was towering over you, he was not. He was only a few inches above you, not even intimidating you with his height.

“What’s rude about ‘stop, I want to rest’ when you were all there smiling and I was a bleeding mess with monster cuts on my arms?” You fumed. “Not to mention, you were telling me that time you and your beloved Festus had to stop at a gas station.”

“And what’s wrong about that?” Leo raised his arms in frustration. “Festus was hungry, and I was out of Tabasco, so we had to take a quick stop at the nearest gas station for some motor oil.”

“Okay, you were out of Tabasco sauce,” You raised your free hand in surrender. “But is that necessary for a girl to hear when she’s bleeding out?”

“Oh, would you want me to tell you the story of how my parents conceived me?” Leo retorted. “Because I’ll gladly tell you! My mommy and my daddy-.”

“I want you to stop!” You yelled at him, getting so dangerously close to his face. Leo seriously frustrated you to no end. He can’t just keep his mouth shut. “I want you to stop talking for a long time. Maybe then, I could work everything out by myself and leave you here.”

“And what?” Leo taunted. “Face the woods alone? Ooh, too bad, Y/N, you could get killed.”

“I’ll gladly take that chance,” you said through gritted teeth. “Than be here with you.”

“Wow,” Leo feigned hurt, putting a hand above his heart. “Another girl who’d rather be killed than be with me. Only this time, I didn’t ask her out.”

“What, do you want me to ask you out?” The words that rolled out of your mouth surprised you more than they did to Leo, who looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unable to think of anything to follow up on your previous statement.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you actually like me,” Leo said slowly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he crossed his arms.

“Please,” you shivered as a strong chilly wind came, knocking you off of your stern demeanor. Leo grinned at this, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation as he didn’t once shiver from the cold. “You don’t know any better than a coked-up 2-year-old.”

“Oh, really?” Leo’s eyebrow shot up as if what you said was a challenge to him. “I know you’re cold right now.”

“Of course, it’s mid-December,” You threw your free hand in the air, turning back around to sit in front of the fire again. All this arguing with Leo has put you away from the campfire and near to the ocean, as you could feel the cold rushing winds more than the warmth of the fire. “It should be cold.”

“Way to point that out, you genius,” Leo followed you as you sat, taking a seat beside you. It was far enough so that your hands wouldn’t reach him in case you wanted to strangle him, but near enough in case you burned your hand and he had to help you.

You were still shivering even as you sat in silence in front of the fire. Leo was probably not helping the case as he kept getting awed by his own breath forming smoke in front of him.

“Could you please stop?” You said through shaky breaths.

“Here, take my hand,” Leo once again offered his hand. “Come on, I won’t bite. Can’t you feel the warmth radiating off of me?”

Out of options for warmth, you hesitantly reached out, your hand hovering above his, trying to feel any sort of warmth. Then you felt it. That rush of slight heat entered your skin and buried itself there. It felt much like holding a warm cup on a chilly day,

You took his hand, gripping it just to feel any warmth. It must have been a pretty uncomfortable position as both of your hands were stretched out, but you didn’t care as you could feel something other than the cold air around you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying so hard not to think about the fact that you were mad at him earlier and now you were holding his hand for warmth. You felt him scoot a little closer to you, as he pulled your hand a bit and felt him shift. You opened your eyes and narrowed it at him. “Sorry, my hand’s getting sore.” You sighed and just let him sit closer than the two of you intended.

You didn’t know how, but you didn’t fight the feeling of wanting to feel more warmth as you scooted closer to him - dangerously close, almost shoulder to shoulder. You let out a sigh as the warmth coming from him intensified a bit, as you laid your head above his shoulder. You didn't know why, but he didn’t make a move to push you away, not even a bit as he relaxed and laid his head on top of yours.

“Pipes, quick, grab a camera,” you heard Percy loudly whisper. It must have been morning as you hear birds chirping instead of crickets. The harsh sunlight met your hazel eyes as you opened them, making you immediately squint.

You heard a flash go off, and Piper’s voice rang out. “Oops. Sorry, my bad.”

“Whoever’s there should just get away,” you grumbled, snuggling against what’s beside you. Despite the harsh sunlight, your eyes flung open and quickly stood up, making your head spin, as you realized what - or who, for the matter - you’re snuggling. You stumbled as you clutched your head in dizziness.

“Careful there,” Jason gripped your arm, steadying you.

“What,” Leo groggily said, just waking up. “What happened?”

“We fell asleep, you idiot,” You threw a flip-flop at him. “It’s morning.”

“Oh,” Leo rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Oh, hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Percy greeted him with a smile. “Looks like you had quite a night, huh?”

“More like it,” Leo lazily smiled at you through squinting eyes.

Despite everything in you screaming to deny everything, you smiled at him. “Yeah. It was nice.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

still want that, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ex-yoongi x reader

summary: Fucking Min Yoongi ex-girlfriend? A terrible idea. Being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? An even worse idea. Knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? Ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, angst, a whole lot of pining; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, doggy, mentions of cowgirl, penetrative sex); a whole lot of feels; non-idol!AU; Jungkook’s POV; ex-boyfriend Yoongi is not very nice, oof

‘savage love’ is Jungkook/reader smut after she’s freshly broken up. pretty much just based on the song, lol the original one-shot is less than 3k words and this is a little over 6k XD

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Two weeks later, Jeon Jungkook witnessed another woman crawling into Min Yoongi’s lap.

She was wearing a tight dress and high heels, with an awfully familiar face shape. Jungkook knew this because the same face shape had blown him two weeks earlier. This woman’s lips weren’t as nice though. Her eyes weren’t as pretty and she didn’t laugh the way Jungkook liked. He watched her speaking to Yoongi, his bored expression indicating he had no interest, but he was letting it happen because it was attention and Yoongi wanted attention. That’s why he finally emerged from the cave that was his apartment anyway.

Jungkook couldn’t believe Yoongi wasn’t even trying to win her back.

In fact, it made him furious.

He looked away, turning back to Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin’s bickering over… nothing really. They sort of bickered like an old married couple and then the conversation eventually turned into one of them agreeing with the other and they made up. Usually because they would say the same thing at the same time and then be amazed, even though it happened all the time.

Sometimes, Jungkook felt like a third wheel in this soulmate energy.

Most of the time, Jungkook would be out on the floor, finding someone to spend the night with. But it didn’t feel right anymore. She hadn’t contacted him since that day and yet Jungkook didn’t care. He couldn’t think about anyone else. He knew it was stupid. He knew he should let it go, because she obviously was just doing whatever and whoever she wanted, but he didn’t care.

He just kept waiting for her to come back to him.

She did promise.

She was still Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend and Jungkook knew he shouldn’t even try because they were still friends, no matter how annoyed he was with Yoongi’s behavior right now. Bros before hoes.

Or whatever.

He suddenly felt a hand slip onto his shoulder, up his neck, cupping his cheek. Jungkook jumped, turning his head. Short black pleated skirt. Tight little white top. Silver studded black leather jacket. The same teasing, cocked eyebrow, the one that belonged to the very person he had just been thinking about. His eyes widened. She leaned down, eyes shifting to her right. Staring at Yoongi. Of course, she was staring at Yoongi.

She pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, making him breathless within seconds. Holding his jaw, inhaling his scent, almost as if they were lovers, almost as if he was the only one, almost as if she saved this kiss just for him.

Jungkook knew it wasn’t true, but he still wanted the kiss anyway.

She broke the kiss, releasing his face. Her eyes lingered on his, only for a second, before she smirked and turned around, walking back into the crowd.

“Jungkook!”

He started, lips still tingling, jerking his head around to face Jimin and Taehyung, who were staring at him, shocked. Oh right. They didn’t know they fucked.

“That’s Yoongi-hyung’s ex!” Jimin scolded.

Jungkook sputtered. “S-she just walked up t-to me–”

He turned around, seeing Yoongi’s vicious scowl, shoving the other woman away from him. Jungkook threw up his hands, shaking his head furiously. He snapped back to Jimin and Taehyung.

“I swear, guys, I don’t know why she did that–”

“Jungkook.”

He froze. The ice-cold snarl came from behind him. He swallowed, turning around slowly. Yoongi looked furious. Violently furious. Jungkook hadn’t answered his phone that time when she was in his apartment, completely ignoring the multiple calls from Yoongi and his friends. It wasn’t that uncharacteristic for him to ignore calls. And besides, it wasn’t Yoongi’s business anymore, right?

Yoongi’s black hair shrouded his eyes, making them darker than usual.

“The fuck was that?”

Jungkook opened his mouth, but a cool, calm voice answered for him.

“It was none of your fucking business, Yoongi.”

She appeared, holding a shot glass. Probably whiskey, a habit she had picked up from her ex-boyfriend. The former lovers stared each other down, far too uncomfortable for anyone else in the room. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at her.

“I think it is my fucking business.”

She took a sip of her whiskey, shifting her weight to one hip. “What was it that you said again?” She pretended to think. “Oh, right. That I would fuck anything that walked, isn’t that it?” She drowned the whole glass, slamming it onto the table Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were staring. Everyone was staring now, music still blaring.

“Guess what? Jungkook’s got legs and I’m going to fuck him.”

She crossed her arms, looking Yoongi up and down, disdain in her eyes.

“Or maybe I already have and you just don’t know it yet.”

Yoongi stiffened, glaring at her. “I was right about you.”

She glared back, just as icily. “Ah, but I had the decency to wait until things were over between us, unlike you. And,” she continued, eyes flickering to the woman who was all over Yoongi moments earlier and then to Jungkook, smirk growing on her lips. “The people I choose to lip-lock with are way hotter than your choices.”

And with that, she reached over and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, yanking him out of his seat. Jungkook stumbled, his long hair falling onto his face, hand trapped in her tight grip.

“Jungkook, don’t,” Taehyung warned.

He turned around to see Yoongi’s face, the hurt evident in his eyes despite his pointed scowl. Yoongi turned away quickly, scoffing.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he spat.

“You never did,” she shot back, dragging Jungkook away.

-

“Shouldn’t you–”

She slammed him against her car, kissing him hungrily, desperately, clearly upset. Jungkook gasped, feeling her hands all over his white shirt, thighs pressed against his black slacks. She smelled strongly of cheery perfume and whiskey. His body reacted immediately, hips bucking into hers, moaning into her mouth. If he had resolve, it crumbled instantly with her touch, the way she pressed her fingers into his shirt, holding him close as she nipped at his lips.

He wanted to say, shouldn’t you cool off? Shouldn’t you go home and not do this?

But Jungkook couldn’t, because she was finally in his arms again and he couldn’t help himself, he just kept kissing her, even if he knew she was just doing it to piss Yoongi off. Even if she probably didn’t care about his feelings at all.

She probably didn’t even give two fucks.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss, panting. “Sorry I didn’t talk to you for a while,” she muttered. “Had a… lot on my mind. Didn’t see anyone, really.”

But she gave at least one and that was enough.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook breathed, chest tight. “I understand.”

She nodded. Her eyes searched his face, half-illuminated by the streetlights. He couldn’t quite figure out her expression. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, so many kisses, all over him, making him melt and shudder.

“Wanna make your feel good,” she said against his skin. “Right here, right now.”

“You could simply look at me and I would feel good.”

She paused, lips hovering over his skin. Hands still on his waist, holding him close. Jungkook leaned down, kissing her ear softly. Her nails dug into his shirt, scraping his back a little. He whined pleadingly, his hands coming up to hold her hips, pressing them against his crotch.

“Do whatever you want,” he whispered into her ear. “Please.”

He didn’t care that he was in some random parking lot. He didn’t care that Jimin, Taehyung, or even Yoongi could run out and yell at him at any time, telling him to stop. She could have picked anyone but she picked him, even if only for tonight, and he still wanted it, knowing it was definitely not fair.

Jungkook really, really didn’t care.

“Okay,” she finally said. “But I changed my mind.”

His heart stopped.

“Gonna take you home and fuck you there instead.”

-

Her hands curled in his long hair, hips to his, dry humping him on his own fucking bed. He gasped at her roughness, her kisses firm but coy, toying with his lips with her teeth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he wrenched it out, intending to throw it as far as he could, but she caught his hand.

“Don’t do that,” she chuckled against his lips. “Just turn it off.”

He chewed on his lip and nodded, turning it towards him. Missed calls, multiple messages. He ignored them all, sending the screen to black. She took his phone from him, sliding it under his pillows.

“Jungkook.”

He was panting hard, black curls all over his face from her hands, pupils blown wide in the semi-darkness of his own bedroom.

“You really still want me?”

She said it with a teasing tone. The moonlight reflected off of her smooth skin, her smirk, her cocked eyebrow. Jungkook couldn’t discern the expression in her eyes. They seemed almost bottomless. And yet those little moments, the way she said his name, the way her fingers tightened around his hand, that smile she gave him before she left the first time.

He held onto those moments tightly.

“Yes.”

She slid down his body, yanking his white shirt out of his pants, pushing it up, lips attaching to his abs, gentle kitten licks setting his skin on fire. Jungkook arched his back, whining, trying to get more of himself into her mouth. Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke and he drank up every word, becoming drunk with her praise.

“Look at you,” she breathed, undoing his pants, palming him through his underwear. “You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook, you know that?” She pressed her lips against his throbbing cock through the fabric and he moaned her name, desperate for skin-on-skin, caught in her current and following it blindly. She shuddered, breath heating his aching member. “Your voice is so fucking sexy, fuck, I love listening to you moan for me.”

She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down his legs, shoving it and his pants down to his knees. For a panicked second, he thought she was going to tease his balls again, but she wrapped her lips around his cock, tongue pressing against the head.

“A-ah, fuck, yes…”

He wished he could sound less pathetic and more in control, but the truth was that he wasn’t, especially as she hummed, lowering her head, the tip of his cock scraping against the roof of her mouth, roughly stimulated and then choked by the back of her throat. He could hear her whimper and he wanted to ask if she was okay, but then she began to move, bobbing her head up and down ferally, hands on his bed. It was like she was ramming his cock into her own mouth, building up speed, saliva slipping out, messy and filthy. And yet the deeper his cock went, the tighter it became, her throat gripping him, almost too much for the sensitive skin of the head.

Jungkook was a gasping mess, confused on how this blowjob was so different from the last one but still just as good, confused as to how there were even different blowjob techniques to begin with, confused to how he never knew about this, how could he ever want another mouth as she ticked her head with each thrust, adding an extra swipe of her tongue to increase the sensation. His eyes rolled back into his head, hands flying up and grabbing his pillows, clutching them as he came, hips rising to fuck her mouth in time with his lengthy moan, feeling saliva drip down his thighs. She tightened her lips at the base of his cock and it throbbed in her mouth, shooting strings of cum into her throat.

She held her mouth there as his body slowly descended, dipping back into the bed. His body felt electrified, shivering with pleasure. Jungkook panted, opening his eyes, not realizing he had shut them when he came. He looked down, feeling her carefully pulling her head back. He gasped as his cock popped out of her mouth, her lips pursed. Her eyes flickered to his.

A small smirk danced on her lips.

Jungkook watched with fascination as her hand came up, lightly holding his cock out of the way. Then her plump lips parted slightly. A thin white stream of cum and saliva dripped down, splattering against his balls, still warm from her mouth, coating them.

Holy fuck.

The act was so dirty that he was breathless. She swallowed the rest before her head dipped down, eyes still on his. Her tongue extended, scooping up the mixture and eating it back up, lapping at his skin with her soft motions. He felt his jaw drop, staring at her holding his cock, licking his own cum off his balls that she had spat out.

“You…”

He couldn’t form any more words. She sucked them clean, shivers running through him as she moaned around them, his name vibrating his own balls. Holy fuck. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. How could Yoongi not want her back? How could Yoongi not want this?

His hyung was a fucking idiot.

She finally rose, stretching out her neck. Her leather jacket slid off her shoulders, pushed aside. Jungkook sat up, feeling the wet spots on his sheets, but not caring as he tugged his shirt off, far too hot anyway. His eyes lingered over her body, watching her pull off the tight white top, the thick fabric releasing her breasts, large nipples already hard and poking out at him. She noticed his gaze, tweaking her nipples at him with her fingers.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” Jungkook whispered softly.

She smirked.

Jungkook knew that he was turning his own world upside-down. He knew none of this was good for his sanity. He knew all of this as he crawled to her, pushing the rest of his clothes down his legs and shoving them off the bed. None of this was fair to him and this was the most savage love he would ever experience, but he wanted nothing else, nothing but her lips on his, still tasting like his salty cum, her hands caressing his body and pulling him close. He gasped as her nipples touched his skin, rubbing her chest against his. He reached under her pleated skirt, yanking her panties down her thighs.

The scent of sex hit him in the face, so strong, so intoxicating, mixing with her cherry perfume, so arousing that he felt his cock twitch, getting hard already, wanting her, needing her. And it was all wrong, remembering the pain in Yoongi’s eyes before he looked away, but she handed Jungkook a condom and he opened it, sliding it over his cock, moaning as he watched her turn around, hooking a finger and twisting her panties, slipping them down her calves and off her feet, tossing them to his floor. Ass in the air, inviting him in.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.” Her voice a breathless plea. “Fuck me like you own me.”

He got to his knees, holding her hips, sliding in slowly, bit by bit, eyes closing as he pushed in, so tight, hissing her name as he buried himself inside her warmth. She squeezed his cock, rolling her hips back into him.

“Please, Jungkook…”

She was using him to get what she wanted but he really didn’t care, biting his lip and ramming his hips into her, gasping at how good it felt, how perfectly they fit together. Her walls massaged his length as he thrust into her, loudly slapping his crotch into her ass. He watched her hands grip his sheets, heard her say his name over and over as he fucked her harder, faster, burning her voice into his memory. Because in his moment, she was his.

In this moment, her head turned, eyes half-lidded, her pink tongue licking her lower lip.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so good at fucking me.”

Her whole body was jerking forward with the force of his thrusts. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning as she came around him, pussy pulsating around his cock, hips trembling in his hands. Jungkook knew he was completely fucked, absolutely in love with the wrong person, but there was nothing be could do about it. He fucked her through her orgasm, pressing a hand on her back to get a deeper angle, groaning as he felt her tighten around him.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, fuck, yeeees…”

She felt so good, the scent of her orgasm driving him insane, her sounds so erotic that he clenched his jaw, punishingly fucking her into the bed, his thighs screaming at him, until the taut string inside him snapped, pleasure knocking the wind out of his lungs, a choked gasp of her name as he shot into the condom, cock twitching into her walls, cum choked out by her second orgasm pumping him. She turned her head, smirking, looking satisfied and spent.

“Jungkook-ah…”

It was almost real, the way she waited as he fished for the condom, holding it to him as he pulled out, almost real as she crawled over to him, kissing him softly, almost lovingly, almost…

Jungkook got up to clean himself off and came back to her putting her clothes back on. Shrugging on her leather jacket. His heart sank, seeing her beautiful form covered back up. She seemed to notice his gaze and, for a moment, they stared at each other. Him, naked, in the doorframe of his bedroom, her next to his bed.

She took a step towards him. Then another. Then another, until they were side by side, and Jungkook closed his eyes, fully aware that it would end like this, but hating it anyway. 

He felt her hand on his shoulder, caressing his skin. 

Jungkook turned his head, eyes opening. Her index finger poked him in the cheek when he faced her, making him freeze and his lips part, staring into her eyes, the fogged windows of her soul. 

She smiled at him, shrouded by moonlight. 

"See you, Jungkook."

And then she removed her hand and sauntered out of his apartment. 

-

"You're going to get hurt."

"It's not worth it."

"He's obviously still in love with her."

"She might even still be in love with him."

Jungkook heard all these things from his friends, but he didn't care. He didn't care, because the second he opened the door and she was standing there in her leather jacket, crop top, and tight miniskirt, no one else mattered. 

"Even if she does like you," Park Jimin had told him gently. "It's obvious that you're just a rebound right now, because of everything that's happened."

He knew that. He knew it, and yet he pulled her into his arms, lips pressed against hers, murmuring her name, shutting his front door. 

"She's using you to provoke Yoongi."

Jungkook knew that too and still he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her all over, enjoying the feeling of her hands slipping under his t-shirt. He loved they way she quickly stripped off his clothes, with frenzy and need. 

He wanted to tell her, "Don't go." 

She took his breath away, body on top of his, riding him, driving him insane with her soft noises and pleas of his name. Holding his hands, slapping her hips into his. 

He wanted to say, "Please stay with me."

Her hands tangled in his hair as he folded her in half, fucking her into his bed, hot breath mixing with hers as she moaned. Always praising him and reminding him of how good he was, how nice he felt. 

He wanted to scream, "I promise I'll never try to hurt you. I promise to always try to protect your heart. I promise I love you."

But in the end, she always shrugged on her studded leather jacket, the metal causing sunlight to scatter over his bedroom wall, haloing around her like golden feathery wings, her hair glistening in the dying sunset. She would notice his gaze on her and she would lean over and kiss him with a smirk and a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

And she would say, "See you, Jungkook."

And he would say, "Okay."

His front door would close and he would bury his face into his pillows, inhaling her cherry perfume and the scent of her cum. 

-

One time, he hesitated.

She said, "See you, Jungkook." And he paused, staring up at her longingly, not saying anything. Her hand lingered on his cheek, his lips still tingling from her last kiss. His hand came up and touched hers, holding it there. 

Don't let go. 

She smiled and leaned in again. A second kiss, a deep press of lips to lips, no teasing tongue. Then she backed up, pulling her hand out from his. 

"There's no other guy," she said softly. "Only you."

And she left, as usual, but with these additional words sweeping him away, lost in these little moments she gave him, clutching his pillows against his chest and trying to calm his racing heart. 

-

It made every happenstance and mention of Yoongi's antics enrage Jungkook more and more, hearing of and witnessing the different women Yoongi took home all the time, all of them with one or two characteristics of her, but never the whole package, because the whole package was on his doorstep with a teasing smirk and cocked eyebrow. And it was so obvious that she was still hurt, that maybe even a little bit of her still hoped. Jungkook saw it in her eyes, even when he was deep inside her, her eyes trying to hide it all and bury it away.

He knew he was being used, but he still let her come back.

He wanted to strangle Yoongi, even though he was obviously in the wrong too.

But the reality was…

He just wanted her to love him back. 

Even if only a little. 

-

"I'm sorry."

Jungkook knew that low, raspy voice, laced with alcohol, most likely whiskey. He froze, backing up against the brick wall next to the nightclub. Inside was violent noise, but outside, in this night, next to this alley, it was eerily quiet.

"Little late for that, isn't it?"

And Jungkook knew that voice too, his heart sinking, knowing that playful smirk was speaking to her ex-lover once again. At least there was a hint of annoyance. Jungkook heard the rustle of leather, her soft exhale as Yoongi pressed her body into the brick wall with his. 

"Yes, but I mean it this time."

A sharp bark of disbelieving laughter. "Just like how you mean to go home with different sluts every night to try and forget about me?"

The rasp became sharper, cutting. "And you consistently fuck him. One of my best friends, no less."

Jungkook was surprised that Yoongi did not speak about him in past tense. He thought for sure Yoongi hated him, but it seemed like his rage was aimed at her, twisted with regret. 

"Guess we're both past forgiveness."

He could hear heavy breathing. Leather on leather, the distinct sound of Yoongi and her together, hands on skin, soft lustful panting. No. Please no. Jungkook's stomach turned into a heavy knot.

"We could let it go," Yoongi murmured. "Forget about it all and come home to me."

The knot inside him twisted as a vulgar smack cut through the stale night air, followed by her soft gasp. Yoongi's hand on her ass. The sound of nails on skin, and then lips to lips. Jungkook felt his glass heart tumble, tumble, cracking as he replayed every one of their moments; her grip on his hands as he heard her moan into Yoongi's lips; her smile to him before she stepped out his front door as Yoongi grunted, shoving her hips into his; her lips forming his name – "Jungkook-ah…" – as the kiss broke, shudders exchanged in the narrow alley as Jungkook stood at the outskirts, listening.

Holding his glass heart, fractured in every corner, so many facets he couldn't see his own reflection anymore. 

"That was the most insincere kiss you've ever given me, Min Yoongi."

And then there was a flash of leather and swift running as the combat boots flew past him, short skirt flaring with each step, not seeing him, only shooting past like a black comet into the black night. Upset, untouchable, unhindered by the heavy sigh in the alley. Yoongi clicked his tongue, cursing to himself, his boot kicking the brick wall, sound so loud it seemed to eat up the night. 

Jungkook clutched his glass heart and ran after her. 

-

His fist pounded at her door, hurting his knuckles on the metal, scraping them against the number. He had never been here before, never seen her apartment. She lived in a small, run-down complex. His chest was tight, lungs on fire as he had chased after her, following from bus stops to streets, almost losing her at several points. He had waited after she entered her apartment, pacing, unsure what he wanted to do. Unsure whether to scream, to plead, to cry, but, in the end, he just slammed his fist against the door and shut his eyes.

Because, in the end, all he wanted was to see her face.

The door wrenched open.

Jungkook started, throwing himself away from the door. And there she was. Wearing baggy gray sweatpants and a violently short crop top, a white t-shirt cut too high, her movement providing the daintiest flash of under-boob. She looked livid at first, but her features softened instantly when she saw him.

“Jungkook?”

Her voice small, surprised. The light behind her seemed to be low to the ground, so her face and body were lit from below, a pale-yellow glow.

His hands shot forward, his body moving before he had time to think. He grabbed her face, pulling it to him, pressing his lips to hers, closing his eyes and inhaling her cherry perfume, trying to tell her, I love you, I love you, I love you, and he almost sobbed with how soft her lips were, how perfectly they fit against his. Trying to say, please be mine, please know that with this kiss, I am giving you everything I have, his hands pressing into her cheeks, stroking her temples and her jaw with his fingertips. She gasped into his mouth and he tilted his head, kissing her harder, pushing her into her apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.

Jungkook finally backed off to breathe, still holding her face, staring into her slightly unfocused eyes, still trying to process what was happening.

“What about this kiss?” His voice cracked a little, on the verge of crying. “Does this kiss have the sincerity you’re looking for?”

And then her attention was fully on him, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“I was there,” Jungkook whispered guiltily. “Because Taehyung told me Yoongi was out and you were there and I couldn’t… I couldn’t stand knowing he was so close to you after hurting you so much.” His hands slid down, holding her shoulders, his breath shuddering. “Please… Please don’t give him any more chances.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against hers.

“I know you are just using me to feel better. I know that. Use me as much as you want. I don’t care. But please…”

He closed his eyes, pushing the tears back, choking out his words.

“Please don’t kiss him anymore.”

And then Jungkook lifted his head, kissing her again, hungrier this time, trying to patch his fears with lust, sliding his hands down her shoulders to her arms, pulling her close. Her breathing hitched as he shoved her into his chest, feeling her nipples through his black shirt. He moaned into her mouth, touching her back and running his hands over her bare skin. She had to grab the waistband of his jeans to prevent herself from losing balance, gasping as he kissed down her neck fervently, nipping at her throat. He murmured her name into her hot skin, sucking on it.

“J-Jungkook…”

His tongue ran over her collarbones, dipping in between them, rolling his hips into hers, savoring the sensation of her body against his. He kicked his shoes off, scattering them as he walked them into further and further into her apartment. Her skin trembled under him, fingers tightening on the belt loops of his jeans. Right up against the wall, pressing her into it, yanking down her gray sweatpants, and she gasped, startled by his need. He pushed her panties down to her knees, trailing kisses down her stomach, fingers pressed into her hips.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

And he was drunk, drunk on the way she said his name, lost in the sensation of her skin against his lips and the scent of her sex, so strong and sweet and powerful that he buried his nose into it, moaning hotly into her wet opening. He pulled one of her legs out of her pants and fitted it onto his shoulder. The moment his tongue touched her juices, his grip tightened, shoving her hips into his face. Her lovely taste coated his tongue as he thrust it into her. She whined above him, hands tangling in his hair as he began to lick, shuddering as she became slicker, the taste sharpening as he played with her clit, lapping at it roughly. Holding her in place, not stopping, coaxing her to her peak, pushing her to the edge.

His tongue, his, doing this to her, unraveling her in his arms, and overwhelming her with lust.

“Jungkook, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her hips rutted into his face and he loved it, latching his lips onto her clit, licking and sucking as her viscous juices slid down his chin, dripping onto his neck. He kept going, feelings her thighs tense and hearing his name falling from her lips in her ecstasy. She tasted even better, sweet with a hint of sour, and he slipped his head downwards, moan muffled as he ate up her orgasm, her soft thigh pressed against his cheek.

He licked her tenderly, working her through the aftershocks before he released her leg, standing back up. She was panting, pupils blown wide, blinking rapidly as he kissed her again, smearing her juices on her chin. She whimpered against his mouth, hands clutching his shirt as he sucked on her tongue, taking the hem of her shirt and pulling it up, only breaking the kiss to remove it from her head. It made her hair even messier than before, falling in waves around her face, framing it perfectly.

His eyes on her face, knowing he was so deeply in love that he was drowning.

“I want to fuck you,” he breathed.

His hand came up and cupped her cheek. He leaned in, eyelids closing, pressing his lips to hers, speaking into them.

“I want to love you.”

Gentle, soft pecks onto those perfect plump lips.

“Let me love you,” he whispered, placing his free hand over hers, the ones still gripping his shirt.

His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was vibrating in his ribcage.

“Jungkook, w-wait…”

And he really didn’t want to wait, he wanted to tell her to shut up and let him make love to her, but he paused, finally opening his eyes to her ashamed expression, looking away. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, releasing him and backing up a little. It was like he was suddenly hollow, carved out when she removed her body heat from his. She still wasn’t looking at him, eyes opening to gaze at the far wall. His eyes followed hers.

And he gasped.

She didn’t have a living room. Instead, the large space littered with easels, canvases, and paper. Tubs and tubs of paint, all kinds, watercolor, oil, acrylic, gouache, all colors, everywhere. Paint-covered cups with dirty water and palettes of dried paint all over the floor. And on the far wall, a large canvas leaned against it, covered in colorful paint strokes. It took up the whole wall, and there was even a step ladder near it so she could reach the top.

Jungkook was breathless.

Absolutely breathless.

He took a step towards it.

Because in striking, full detail, she had captured his face in various shades of blue, pink, yellow, and orange. Only tiny points of black for emphasis. The negative white space carved out his features, the curve of his neck, the broadness of his shoulders. His long curly hair in blue and pink, his eyes in orange and yellow, sparkling, even with the wrinkles that appeared when he smiled, his cheeks round from how big he was smiling.

She had even added the moles on his cheek, nose, and underneath his lower lip.

It was unmistakably him. Jeon Jungkook.

“W-what…?”

He looks back at her. She looked embarrassed.

“It’s not very good,” she chuckled nervously. “Sorry, I…” She pointed at it awkwardly and lowered her hand just as quickly. She tried to start a sentence, but shook her head. Instead, she breathed in deeply so she could speak evenly. “When I paint, I don’t plan anything. I do it when I’m stressed, so none of it is any good.” She rubbed the back of her head, using her other hand to point to the mess.

“I got a huge canvas and started painting, because of the whole…”

She looked pained. She sucked her lips in her mouth, slowly releasing them. Then she sighed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Jungkook made eye contact.

“It’s me.”

She chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

He turned back to stare at it, stare at himself smiling out to the room in stunning color. This huge canvas wasn’t Min Yoongi. It was him. Him, Jeon Jungkook. She had painted him, larger than life, clearly visible in her apartment, unable to avoid the large canvas. He had only missed it because he had been so upset and focused on her. But the truth was, he was always here.

Here, smiling at her when she got home.

“I don’t look this good,” Jungkook muttered.

She laughed, that beautiful laugh he loved so much. He felt her walk up to him, nudging his side.

“Yes, you do. You always look amazing.”

“Not when I wake up.”

She shrugged. “I’ve seen you wake up after a night of drinking. You’re adorable.”

Jungkook felt his ears heat. There was a long silence of him studying all the details.

“He knows.”

She sighed, heavily.

“He saw it one night. When he came over to try to convince me to take him back. I hadn’t finished much, but he could tell it was you.” She pointed to the mole under his lower lip. “Because of this.”

“You noticed.”

She smirked. Then she turned back to painting. “He was really mad. I hadn’t painted anyone else before him. Before Yoongi, I only painted scenes and random objects. Not people.” Her eyes roamed over the large canvas. “I painted him a lot, on smaller canvases and paper. He has them all, somewhere. Maybe he’s burned them now. I don’t know. But when he saw this, I think he knew, even before me.” Her voice was getting smaller and smaller. “He knew I was falling out of love with him.”

She looked away, to a point Jungkook couldn’t see, into the past.

“I wondered if It would feel the same, if I kissed him again. I wondered if he would still give me the same excitement, the same desire.” She closed her eyes. “But I didn’t feel anything.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, the Jungkook in blue, pink, orange, and yellow.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” It seemed like she was speaking to the painting because she couldn’t face him. “I’m sorry for being so cruel to you.” Her lips curved into a sad smile. Her eyes flitted to every corner of the large painting, arms around her naked body, hugging herself, an empty, lonely feeling surrounding her as she spoke.

“Love is fleeting anyway.”

Jungkook reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. He pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Stop listening to his stupid words and listen to me,” he mumbled. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll tell you a thousand times. A million times, until you believe me. Stay with me and I’ll tell you every day, every night, all the time.”

“You… deserve better than me, Jungkook.”

“I don’t care,” he retorted stubbornly. “Is another woman going to paint an entire wall of my face? No. I love you.” And you love me, he wanted to add. I know you do, because I can see it right in front of my face, even if you can’t.

She lowered her head, burying her face in his arms.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she mumbled, a shudder running through her.

Jungkook thought of all those times, those confident smirks, those powerful strides, her strong words and firm affirmations. Everyone thought she had it all together. Everyone thought she was over Yoongi, because she had shot him down so hard. So cool that she was able to be so self-assured.

But the truth was here, painted in vivid color.

He placed his lips on the top of her head, kissing her softly.

“Why me?” he whispered.

He heard her chuckle at the familiar question.

“If you want the truth,” she murmured into his forearms. “I don’t know. I only went over to your apartment because I thought…” She raised her head, sighing apologetically. “I thought, ‘It’s going to be easy giving Jungkook a mind-blowing orgasm.’”

“I had two, in fact.”

She really did have a beautiful laugh.

“Now I’m corrupted,” Jungkook teased, squeezing her in his arms. “I won’t leave you alone.”

She looked up at the painting. Her tone was different now, less sad, warmer.

“No, I guess you won’t.”

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[xoluvx]

promise; villanelle

Word Count: 1.3K Warning: Smutty

“Ha” she flung her chest forward, her hair sweeping with the motion.

“Ha” you retaliated never taking your eyes away from her. Two could play that game.

She cracked a smile watching you defiantly stand your ground.

“You know you really shouldn’t do that,” she uttered each word with precision. Enunciating each syllable trying to make her point. Shrugging, you formed a fake smile calling her bullshit.

Half scoffing, half laughing she launched at you expecting you to flinch, but you didn’t budge. Blinking slowly you tilted your own head smirking as you watched her face contort from the playful smile she had earlier to a face ranging somewhere from confusion to maybe anger.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” she asked tilting her head while furrowing her brows. Her lips were slightly parted waiting for your answer, ready to retaliate. She always got the last word and quite frankly you were annoying the shit out of her.

“You think you’re so tough,” you teased. Your face expressing an ‘I’m so scared of you’ look. She wasn’t buying it. You were expecting her to punch you in the face. Would she hit you? Maybe. She was hired to kill you. As far as you knew.

“You know you’re really pissing me off,” she growled through gritted teeth. And though she was snapping at you, her eyes were somehow playful and full of light. Like she enjoyed the banter.

“You know for an assassin, you’re not very strategic,” you exclaimed as you waited at the side of the road for who knows what or who. It’d been almost an hour of waiting, of her glancing at her watch, looking down the road, and fumbling with her phone. Your feet were killing you. Unlike her.

“Take that back,” she scoffed taking offense. Her body now fully turned towards you. Her eyes were no longer playful, they’d turned a shade darker and her lips were now pouting. She was inching closer, almost as if she didn’t know she was. Before you knew it, she was up close. You could feel her breathing on your face. 

“I’m kind of a big deal,” she muttered leaning her face closer to yours. The proximity of her body, her lips almost brushing your nose, was making your knees weak. You’d forgotten where you were and what you’d been talking about.

“Doubt that,” you muttered clearing your throat tilting your head leaning into her. It was if she had a gravitational pull that was attracting you. Her hand cupped your neck as her lips brushed against your nose before running along your lips which were now fully awaiting her touch.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you bunched them into fists waiting to see if she was going to kiss you. Instead, she continued brushing your lips teasingly until a sly laugh escaped her lips, her breath hitting your face.

Letting go of your neck, she stepped back watching your lids flutter open. Your lips slightly parting with disappointment.

“Take it back,” she repeated now tilting her head. Her playful gaze was back with satisfaction knowing she’s just left you dumbfounded.

“Fine. You’re strategic,” you muttered flailing your hands in a mocking way. “You weren’t going to kiss me?” you blurted looking at her seriously. You were biting the inside of your bottom lip. It sure as hell felt like she was going to kiss you. You wouldn’t have minded.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” she asked with a blank look on her face as she glanced at the road momentarily before turning her attention back to you.

“I wouldn’t have pushed you away.” You cleared your throat folding your arms. You felt small. Her gaze intimidating as she stood tall. Her hands now deep in the pocket of her pants. Her chest softly rising and falling, her neck full exposed to you.

“I can kiss you,” she shrugged slightly stepping closer, her lips curving into a small smile. Nodding your head, you stepped closer. Her hand instantly found the place on the back of your neck again, this time her other hand gripped your hip as she leaned close.

Your lips brushed for a moment and you swallowed your nerves as you felt her fingers dig into your hip, seeping through your shirt. When she finally kissed you, you hummed as you melted into her touch. Every thought in your mind vanished and you’d forgotten you were standing at the side of the road.

The whole moment was a dizzying blur as she shuffled your bodies towas the shrubby forest that was sprouting near the road. You didn’t care that your clothes were getting caught in the weeds or that you almost fell as she pushed your body back.

You felt the rough surface of a tree on your back, the bark pocking through your clothes as Villanelle held you flushed against the surface. Your hands were now cupping her face as your lips moved heatedly with much desperation and little fear of getting caught.

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt her thigh brush against your core, a sly smile spread across her lips as she slowed the motion of her kisses. Her eyes open watching your eyelids flutter as she strategically moved her thigh between your legs. Her lips were still glued to yours, but your head was now tossed back as a slur of whimpers filled the mellow forest.

Her hand dragged down your back and to your ass softly squeezing as her lips sloppily kissed your jaw. Her eyes were still open watching your face contort with pleasure. The warm touch of her hand dragged down your thigh and towards the center of your body. Her hand cupped your pussy, which didn’t catch you by surprise, but a hearty moan still left your body.

Were you really doing this? In a random forest with a woman whose sole job was to kill you?

“Are you going to kill me?” you blurted as she kissed your neck. She quickly retracted furrowing her brows.

“God, no. What?” she cupped your face kissing you causing you to forget the whole ordeal.

Before you could process what was happening in its entirety, Villanelle’s fingers were fumbling with the buttons of your jeans. You quickly helped, trying to find some form of release which she was happy to offer.

Her lips were peppering kisses on your neck as her fingers inched closer to your pussy. Hand deep inside your jeans now. The moment was blinding and you had to hold on to her shoulders to make sure you didn’t stumble. 

Before her fingers slid past your underwear, she kissed you. This kiss was soft. Unlike any of the other kisses she’d given you. It was slow and passionate, like she was trying to throw you off guard. And it worked. You were so caught up on her lips moving tenderly on yours that when her middle finger ran along your wet pussy a high-pitched moan pierced her ears.

Villanelle smirked against your lips looking down at your withering body. Your hips thrust forward wanting to feel more. For her to touch more. But her movements were calculated and slow. Like she was cradling a gentle flower and she didn’t want to tarnish it. That, or she just loved seeing you whimper and push up against her.

When she finally increase the speed of her fingers against your pussy, the bustling sound of a car approached and she quickly turned to the road.

Your ride was here. 

“We’ll finish this later,” she growled kissing you forcefully. “Promise,” she hummed as her hands fixed your jeans, buttoning them up before pulling on your hand. 

If she wasn’t going to kill you, where was she taking you?

At this point, you didn’t really care. As long as she kept her promise.

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[momoshin]

can i request a drabble where you're out with ryujin at a mall and a random girl is hitting on her, and you get jealous because ryujin lets it happen so she can have a reason to tease you, and you get home and mark her up and you end up riding her strap. i would like if reader calls ryu daddy too, thank you in advance and if you dont want to i understand

she knows she’s hit the goal when you snatch your hand from hers and walk faster to the exit, leaving her to follow comfortably and slowly with a smug smile on her face. your speedwalk would get you nowhere as she was the one driving, you needed her to leave anyways. so forgive her for snorting when she sees you resting against the car waiting for her, biggest pout on your face (though not a bit sad) and eyes almost squinted shut.

“what’s wrong princess?” she takes a look at you and presses the right button to unlock the car. walking enough to open your door. it’s not like you can stop her, so you just get in the passenger seat with a last glare at her, only uncrossing your arms when you’re inside. ryujin in reaction, let’s out a mocking scoff and closes your door, and only when she’s starting the car does she talk to you again. “not gonna answer me?”

silence. that’s what you return. she was expecting you to throw a fit, so she could fuck it out of you after, but not the silent treatement, not that. your girlfriend hated the silent treatment, specially when she knew she deserved it. so she runs her hands through her hair and sighs before finally driving out of the parking spot. you keep it up until you’re home, throwing your purse and (ryujin’s) jean jacket on the kitchen table.

“you’re really not gonna tell me what’s got you like this?” she drops her keys in the table too, following you to your shared room and watching you undress

“do i really need to? do i need to ryujin? don’t act like you didn’t know she was flirting with you. and don’t act like you weren’t flirting back.” you furiously undress, only keeping your bra and panties.

“oh baby, i only did it to mess with you” she tries to wrap her arms around you, but you don’t allow it, instead getting under the covers.

“yeah, well look at me laugh. ha ha ha. it was so funny. happy?” it’s only 5:34 pm, but she’s used to you doing this whenever you don’t want to talk to her. so she waits around clueless to what to do.

“hey.” her voice is warning. though she eventually gets in bed with you, only she’s wearing everything except her plaid blazer and shoes. “im sorry baby. you know i only love you.” even tho you don’t answer. you don’t push her arms away when she wraps them around you a second time. pulling you to her chest and kissing your shoulder. “please forgive me. i’ll do anything.”

“...anything?” the word itches your interest and you are caught turning your head slightly, looking at your girlfriend through the corner of your eye as you wait for her to confirm.

“yeah” she tries to kiss the corner of your lips and succeeds when you don’t pull away, only to get out of the covers and her embrace to look for the very known strap in the special drawer. you don’t really say a word as you climb into bed and between her legs, offering her the toy biting your lip with a seductive gaze.

ryujin looks at it for a second, and then back at you, smiling slowly before she takes it and rids herself of her jeans and underwear. quickly and expertly adjusting the straps around her body so the toy was perfectly positioned. she ends up removing everything but her bra, but that’s the next thing you rip off your body. leaving on the panties so they would block the view of your pussy and the strap that she so much liked to watch.

carefully, you straddle her lap, squealing when the toy grazes over your clothed clit. you’re not riding her just yet, just grinding against the plastic cock while holding on to her shoulders, before traveling your hands up to the sides of her neck and jaw. you kiss her, so slow and wet, that it has the both of you melting into the other. her eyes are too busy looking at the damp spot on your panties and how you slowly and torturously sway your hips, that she fails to notice your teeth ghosting over her pulsepoint. until you bite.

“ow! baby what the fuck?” she raises her voice in surprise, but doesn’t pull away. just hearing your guilty giggle before you continue to press wet kisses along her skin.

“didn’t like the way you were blatantly flirting with that girl” between every word there’s a kiss to her neck, making a trail from the side to her larynx. “maybe if i make these they’ll know to back off” you don’t wait for an answer, and instead suck and bite her skin again, until purple-reddish marks start to appear where you traced.

she hisses and gasps as you make your way down, her hands are hot on your ass, under your underwear so she can be skin to skin with you. her hums fill your ears when you unhook her bra without stopping the softer kisses to her skin, only now her chest instead of her neck. the only time you stop is to slip your underwear to the side and slowly slide on the strap.

the way you throw your head back and hiss, biting your lip with a hand on her neck to support yourself drives her crazy. one of her hands has bunched up your underwear so tight that you think she might snap it, and the other presses a burning spank against your ass. you kiss her slow as you start to move your hips and then again start to trail kisses until you reach the spot where you last were.

you look up at her as you ride her and let your lips trail around, going as far as to kiss around her right nipple, pressing kisses here and there. in reaction she arches her back, inevitably, and let’s out the loudest gasp you’ve heard from her, just as the hand she wasnt using to hold your panties tangles in your hair “what’s got you so assertive today princess? jealousy?”

she never moans. she’s more of a groan/ growl person but when you wrap your lips around her erect nipple and suck perfectly, she has a hard time containing herself. ryujin pushes her chest to your face, smiling at the way you suck on her tits and still manage to look up at her for approval, only interrupting the eye contact when she pushes your hips roughly on the strap, causing it to go deeper and make you hiss around her tit. “it really pissed me off” you remind against her lips as she chased yours for a kiss

“forgive me please? im really sorry” her hands leave goosebumps on their wake as they run up your back before she brings them forward to cup your tits, her thumbs playing with your nipples causing your hips to stutter

“i don’t know if you mean it” you exaggerate, hand on her jaw as you slide up and down the strap breathing heavy gasps into her mouth. “prove that you’re sorry to me daddy”

it’s like her eyes darken as she looks up from your lips to your eyes and flips the two of you over, immediately grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest and over her shoulders, her skin slamming against yours when she starts thrusting at an animalistic pace inside of you.

“this what you want? hm? want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?” ryujin growls, gritting her teeth as she looks you dead in the eye loving how you can’t do anything but part your lips and let loud moans and affirmations pass through them. “i didn’t even hear her name- didn’t care-“ she starts, but you stop her when you cup the nape of her head

“you’re pushing it bringing her up right now”

“sorry baby, just wanted you to know i would never do that to you. i thought it’d be fun, i was wrong” she never stops fucking you, and the words come out her lips so effortlessly you wouldn’t think her hips are rapidly slamming against yours. “am i forgiven?”

“don’t do it again” you groan, digging your nails to her skin and pulling her hair at the same time. “but yes- forgiven.”

“good” her lips press against your jaw repeatedly before she stops thrusting with the only intent to wrap your legs around her waist and continue, but she was too slow, she gave you enough time to flip the two of you over with whatever energy you had left and wrap your hand around her throat, pushing her flat to the mattress when you start swiveling your hips in figure eights. “baby..” she warns

“shh. this is how you make it up to me” you respond, closing your eyes when you realize how close you are and how good it makes you feel to have her under you unable to do anything but stare at your cunt and hold your hips.

“yeah- enjoy this. it’s the closest you’ll be to topping me” she snorts, spanking your ass and sending your hips buckling forward as your lips opened in a gasp.

“do that again, please”

“oh.. you want to be spanked princess?” she does it again like you asked. and again. and again. “not even when you try to dom me can you stop being a slut”

“s-shut up” you moan, speeding the pace of your hips and tightening your hand around her, eyes shut tighter than before when you cum moaning loudly both her name and all the names you call her in bed. you shake, and you cry out of overstimulation and sensitivity when she presses her thumb to your clit and rubs roughly, making you cum one more time before flipping the two of you over.

“telling me to shut up? not a good idea” she smirks “looks like you’ll be getting punished after all.”