#slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his shoulders and his collarbones and his chest

[vickymura]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ play-fighting and size difference always gets off riki, so he shows you just how much of that holds factual.

GENRE ~ smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.223k

ᯓ★ part 2 of 9:27 but i don't think you need to read it to understand. this is plain smut lol.

riki couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck again, his kisses rougher this time as he kissed and nipped at your skin, moving his mouth to the other side of your neck as he left what were sure to be visible marks behind. 

one of his hands continued to slide up your side underneath your shirt, gently caressing your skin as it moved up to your chest, gently fondling your tits from over your bra. he smirked against your skin when he felt you arch your back.

he pulled his lips away from your neck with one last, hard bite, his gaze flicking down to your expression before speaking in a low voice. "this shirt... it needs to come off, baby." he leaned up so he could get a better view of you, his eyes raking up and down your body. he tugged at the shirt you were wearing, the action prompting you to lift up your arms so he could pull it off.

he tossed the shirt to the side, his eyes darting to your chest and taking in the sight of your bra-clad chest rising and falling in response to each breath you took. he swallowed as his hand found the soft skin of your side, his touch gentle yet firm as he caressed your side once again.

his lips came in contact with your collarbone, kissing and sucking on the skin as he slowly started making his way down your chest and stomach, his hand squeezing against your waist as he moved further and further down your body.

he stopped once he reached your jeans. he tugged at the fabric of jeans, his eyes darting to look up at you before mumbling into your stomach, “off.”

“you’re so bossy..” you weakly commented with the little dignity left after being made into a whimpering mess from just his kisses, but nevertheless compiled by lifting your hips as a sign for him to undress your jeans.

he chuckled against your stomach, the sound sending tingles up your spine. he began unbuttoning the denim garment, unzipping it before hooking his hands under the material to begin pulling it down your legs. he tossed your jeans to the side, along with the rest of discarded clothes. when he looked back at you, you were left in only a pair of panties wet from arousal at the crotch and a bra. he smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body. just the sight of you lying below him, breathless and flushed, was driving him crazy.

he let out a shaky exhale, reaching for the hem of his shirt and yanking it off carelessly. he lowered himself once again, pressing the tent in his shorts onto your panty-clad pussy as fumbled with the hook of your bra. with a single skilled move, he relieved you of its confinement, sighing in pleasure when he felt your bare tits pressed against his muscular chest.

“so soft..” he purred into your ear, holding onto your waist and once again peppering lazy, wet kisses on the marks he’d decorated onto your skin earlier, rocking his hips into yours. the thin layer of your panties did very less to block the friction that came from his actions, earning lewd whimpers from your mouth.

“riki..." you whined, your hips jerking up ever so often, your slick nearly beginning to seep onto the fabric of his shorts. he only let out a sultry chuckle in response, enjoying the feeling of your tits all soft and pressed up against him.

he decided to put an end to the foreplay, momentarily getting off of the bed to pull his shorts and boxers down in one motion, causing his cock to spring free and hit his abdomen. with a silent curse, he climbed back on top of you, yanking your panties off, throwing them in a direction he was too horny to care about.

he took a hold of your hips to help align himself, making you whimper in anticipation. you held onto his shoulders, watching his expressions as he suddenly slowly penetrated your neglected pussy. he let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, his expression warping into one of utter bliss at the feeling of your insides.

you let out a string of whimpers and quiet moans, adjusting to his invasion, your thighs instinctively closing shut. he let out a grunt, beginning to pound into you at a slow, sensual pace, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders ensuring that your legs remained open for him to exploit. the new position caused his cock to reach places unimaginable in you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. 

“fuck..” he groaned out, placing his hands on either sides of your head as he fucked you hard and deep. your chest heaved as you let out soft moans of pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders and causing a stinging pain that somehow only made thrilled.

you uncontrollably clenched around him, hips bucking forward when he began nudging against your cervix. your head was thrown back in pleasure, tits bouncing in a way almost hypnotizing. “faster..” you softly pleaded, hands clutched onto his broad shoulders for your dear life.

he let out a low, sultry chuckle against your ear but couldn't resist picking up his pace making the frame of his bed creek in ways not less than crude. he groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his as he did so. “you feel so fucking good, baby.. keep doing that..” his hot breath fanned against your neck as he pound into you almost relentlessly. his grunts began to grow louder and more frequent the more you clenched around him, driving him to bite down on your neck to muffle his sounds.

“s-so close, riki..” you shakily whispered, prompting him to let go of one of your hands, bringing it to begin stimulating your clit. you let out a breathy moan, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten more than ever.

“me too, baby.. cum for me, c’mon..” he lifted his head from your neck to make eye contact as he circled the calloused pads of his index and middle finger around your clit. with a final moan louder than the ones before, you released rings of cum around his cock. your warm release triggered his, and he slammed his length deep into you, filling you with his warm seed with a low curse.

he remained inside you for a good few moments, simply cherishing the intimacy of the moment and eye contact before his body gave out. he panted softly and chuckled, taking his softening cock out of your puffy folds, his body collapsing onto yours. you too chuckled between heavy huffs of breath, bringing your free hand to wrap around his neck.

“you’re so good for me..” he whispered lovingly, landing a lingering smooches on your bare chest, followed by ticklish licks. each giggle he coaxed out of you was like a little reward for him. once he was satisfied with hearing enough of it, he lifted his head up at you, cupped your cheek and mumbled, 

“i love you, baby.” reblog and comment or i'll appear in ur room at 3 am with a knife :3 💗

[meownotgood]

his chest is so kissable

[domm1etae]

Can you imagine how gorgeous and hot yunho would look as he makes love to you with his suit still on and dishevelled?

Just frantic hands grabbing buttons as he rolls his sleeves up and run his hands through his hair before giving you the pleasure you deserve

A small drabble would be great please!!

OMG THIS IS TOP TIER AO$YY&;&UHBIUDB05WPJID YUNHO, anyways here you have it:

Yunho pushes you gently onto the bed, his broad frame looming over you as his suit jacket slides off his shoulders in a rushed motion. His tie dangles loosely around his neck, and his hair is messy from how he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes darken with desire, and his lips part slightly, as if he’s already forgotten how to breathe.

He hovers above you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons before he leans down to kiss you. His lips capture yours, soft yet fervent, and you can feel the desperation in the way he kisses, as though he’s been holding back for far too long.

“You’re stunning” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. His hands slide under your blouse, tracing the curve of your waist before pulling it over your head.

You arch into his touch, gripping the undone collar of his shirt to pull him closer. “You look so good like this” you whisper, running your hands over the smooth fabric still covering his chest. “So desperate for me.”

A quiet growl escapes him as he smirks, shrugging off his shirt but leaving it hanging loosely on his shoulders. His lips find your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone while his hands work to unbutton your jeans. “You drive me insane” he murmurs, his voice rough as he pulls your jeans down, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Yunho” you gasp, the way he looks at you stealing the air from your lungs. His gaze is unwavering, filled with hunger that makes your skin flush.

“Say my name like that again” he demands softly, his hands running up your thighs, spreading them apart as he positions himself between them. His suit pants strain against him, and you can see how hard he is as he presses his body against yours.

You moan his name again, louder this time, and he rewards you with a wicked grin. “That’s my girl” he says, his voice dripping with praise. His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off in one smooth motion before he leans back to admire the sight of you beneath him.

Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, the sound sharp and commanding, then frees himself from the constraints of his pants. He doesn’t bother taking them off completely, leaving them pooled around his knees as he climbs back over you. The juxtaposition of his half-dressed state, his tie still dangling loosely, and the raw intimacy of the moment is enough to make you dizzy with want.

“Are you ready for me, love?” he asks, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand grips your thigh.

“Yes” you breathe, already aching for him, the anticipation driving you mad.

He pushes into you slowly, letting out a low, guttural groan as he stretches you, his movements controlled despite the desperation in his eyes. “You feel so perfect” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again, his hands never stopping their exploration of your body.

Every thrust feels deliberate, each one pushing you closer to the edge as his voice fills the room with whispered praises and quiet moans. “You’re so good for me” he says, his forehead pressed against yours, his breaths hot against your lips.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the room spins, consumed entirely by the way he moves, the way he feels, and the way he loves you.

[im-ovulating]

Could you pretty please add Jacob black to ur kinktober line up💗

(A/n: Kinktober Day 8/15! The previous fics have all been more serious, so I decided to lighten it up with this one.)

Word Count: 1,769

Summary- When making fun of porn together, you see a position that piques your interest; you and Jake decide to test it out.

Warnings: Watching porn together, trying a new position, no creampie/pulling out, attempt at humor

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Jacob Black x Fem! Reader: Position

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With your laptop balanced on your stomach, you look over at Jacob with a grin, his eyes locked on the screen as he watches the couple in the video move together. "Seriously, how can she keep up those moans?" you ask, poking fun at the exaggerated noises the girl is making. Jacob laughs, shaking his head in agreement, "I mean, I get the whole 'faking it for the camera' thing, but really?"

"Don't even get me started on the cringey-ass dirty talk he's doing-" You snort.

A few moments later, a new position caught your eye. The guy has the girl bent so far in half that her ankles are near her ears. "There's no way that feels good for her," you comment, leaning in closer to get a better look at the angle. There's an increase in her fake moans, naturally, but you can't stop thinking about how uncomfortable a bend would actually feel.

Jacob glanced at you before looking back at the screen, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know, I bet I could make it feel good," he challenged, his voice low and playful.

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically, "Yeah? You sure about that?." You challenge back, not fully convinced but intrigued by the thought of him trying.

Jacob chuckles and reaches over to grab the laptop, closing and setting it aside before crawling over top of you. He smirks down at you as he trails kisses along your jawline, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin. "Oh, 100%," He grins against your collarbone, reaching down to unbutton your shorts.

"That's what you said when you and Embry tried to prove that if he was on your shoulders and you timed your shifts right, you could stack your wolves," you giggle, lifting your hips so he can pull them off of you.

Jacob's grin turns into a deep laugh, his body shaking slightly against yours as his forehead drops to your shoulder. "Alright, miss smarty-pants," he says, biting you gently. "Let's try this and if it doesn't feel good for you, then we can go back to laughing at the people in the video, okay?"

You can't help but laugh a little as you agree. "Deal." You wrap your arms around his neck as he shifts his weight onto his elbows.

Jacob smirks down at you, his hands running softly up and down your thighs. "So," he starts, voice low and husky. "You ready?"

You nod, feeling a rush of excitement at his words. His lips press against yours softly, teasingly, as one of his hands sneaks beneath your shirt to cup your breasts. You sigh softly into the kiss, feeling the tingling sensation spread throughout your body.

With gentle hands, he starts tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly to reveal your bare chest. "Fuck, that's hot," he mutters before continuing to pull the shirt off completely.

As your breasts are exposed to the cool air, Jacob's fingers trace circles around your nipples, making them harden into little peaks. His lips find their way back to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth eagerly.

You gasp softly into the kiss, arching your back slightly as he teases your nipples. His hands slide down to your waistband, tugging at your panties. "Hold on- this isn't fair. You're still fully dressed."

Jacob chuckles deep in his throat before reaching behind his head, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his muscled torso. "Fine, fine..." His shorts and boxers come off quickly, his erection springing free as his pants hit the floor. "There," he murmurs against your lips as he rejoins you on the bed. "That's now we're even."

With that, he leans in and presses his lips against yours, his tongue darting out to taste your lips. Your moan gets swallowed by the kiss as his hands slide under your panties, teasing your folds. You curse lightly as he finally slips a finger inside you, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"Jake…" you breathe out his name, your voice laced with desire. His fingers move in and out of you in a slow rhythm that has you rocking your hips up to pull them even deeper.

Not long after he starts to finger you, he removes his hand. Before you can protest the loss, he's using your arousal as lube, pumping his hand along his cock with a few loose strokes.

Jacob moves to hook his arms under your knees, his throbbing erection resting against your entrance as he starts to press your legs forward. Just as you expected, the unnatural bend is a bit uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as you thought it'd be.

"This okay?" He asks when your ankles are near your head.

You nod. "Just-" you shift a bit. Keeping the bend, you lock your ankles behind his head and find that it alleviates any discomfort you had. "This is better," You say. It's less of the position you guys were originally going to attempt, but it's close enough for you to not care. With your legs now over his shoulders and his weight pressing you into the mattress, Jake starts to press into you.

You gasp, your back arching off the mattress slightly as he fills you up. "Oh, fuck..." You breathe out as he starts to stretch you out. "Please hurry up-" He's barely halfway in, pushing in slowly to gauge your reactions

He snorts in response. "Be patient," He says, his words coming out rough. "I just started."

You roll your eyes and smack his chest lightly. "Just fuck me already," you grin.

"Okay, okay, jeez- no need to get violent, beautiful," Jacob laughs before starting to thrust, his hips slapping against your ass with each movement.

As Jacob starts to thrust into you, the feeling of fullness is unlike anything you've ever experienced. The position has his hips angled just right, pushing deeper into you with each thrust than you've ever felt before.

Each time he hits that sweet spot inside you, you let out a moan of pleasure, your cunt clenching around him as if trying to drag him deeper.

His thrusts are steady and forceful, his arms braced on either side of you, supporting his weight. With your ankles locked behind his head, you can feel the muscles in his shoulders ripple as he powerfully fucks deeper into you.

You can feel every inch of him inside you, the head of his cock nearly brushing against your cervix with each downward thrust.

Your nails dig into his biceps, leaving small claw marks behind as you grip tighter. The pressure building in your lower belly is almost too much to bear in its intensity, but it feels too good for you to care.

He shifts to grip your hips tightly, pulling you against him with every movement. Your moans grow louder, more urgent as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He thrusts harder. "God, you're so tight," He growls, his eyes meeting yours.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer as your body trembles with anticipation. "More," you whisper, your voice husky with desire. "Please, Jake, I need you to make me cum." His cock is brushing against all the right places and it's driving you mad.

Jacob smiles against your lips, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he tries to please you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and the scent of sweat and arousal mixes in the air. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you need just a little more until you can let yourself tumble over it.

"Look at me," Jacob pants, his eyes full of lust. You obey, meeting his gaze as he continues to thrust into you. It's hard, but you manage to open your eyes just enough to see the look on his face.

His jaw is tense with the way he's gritting his teeth, and his brow is furrowed, creased in a way that would normally have you smoothing the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Jacob," you moan his name, your voice breaking. He looks at you intensely, seeing the desire in your eyes. It's all he needs to push him over the edge. His thrusts become more frantic, his breath coming in short gasps. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, aching for release.

You feel your body tensing up, every nerve ending on fire as Jacob continues to thrust into you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan his name with every thrust. Your eyes are closed tightly, lost in the moment.

And then it hits you - a wave of intense pleasure washes over you, causing your whole body to shake uncontrollably. "Jacob!" You cry out his name, arching your back off the mattress as far as you position will allow.

Jacob's thrusts slow down, and then he stops altogether. With a groan, he pulls out of you and wraps his hand around himself, his cock still hard and leaking pre-cum.

"Fuck," He mutters, his hand moving to stroke his cock in short, fast strokes. You watch, panting from your own release as he approaches his climax. Suddenly, Jake's hips jolt forward, and he lets out a hoarse cry as he releases himself onto your stomach. Warm, sticky fluid seeps into your skin, and makes you pull a face.

"Gross," You complain, playfully pushing him away by the face, making him huff out a laugh as he falls to the side to lay next to you.

Jacob rolls his eyes good-naturedly, his lips curling up into a smile. "Oh, shut up," He teases, swatting your shoulder lightly. "You love it when I do that."

You can't help but laugh at his response. "I do not!" You protest, feigning innocence. "It makes me all sticky." You stick your tongue out at him.

Jacob laughs again, this time more heartily. "I'll make sure to do it even more, just to gross you out, then." His wink is cut short by a pillow to the face and you saying, "You're literally the worst!"

He pulls you closer with another laugh. "You love me~"

When you don't deny it, he relaxes into the mattress. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he looks down at you with a mischievous grin. "You down to go again?"

"You just jizzed all over me, you horn dog!" you protest without any real heat. "But, ye-" You don't even get your answer out before he's rolling on top of you again and pressing his lips to yours in an eager kiss making you giggle.

[bloddysnow]

Teacher’s Pet

Synopsis: Yandere teacher Sylus doesn't want you to move to another school. He has plans.

warnings: nswf minors dni. Ftm! Teacher Sylus. Top! Student reader. M reader. Yandere behaviour. 10 years of age difference. riding. unsafe sex. vaginal sex. possessive behaviour. breeding kink. mentions of pregancy.

Have you ever imagined Sylus in high heels? Heels that knock on the floor making noises when he passes through the corridors of the school with a straight posture. In a short tight skirt, down which goes thigh-high stockings that emphasise his ideal leg length. A grin appears on his face when he notices the students' eyes and how they turn around to look at him.

The buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned to his chest, showing his lingerie. He leaned towards your desk, to your eye level. With a smirk on his face, he took your phone out of your hands.

"You'll pick it up after class..."

And quietly whispered: "I'll be waiting for you in my office."

From the first day of his arrival, or rather from your first acquaintance, everything has changed. His presence began to be felt literally everywhere. You started constantly looking at the camera in the corner of the classroom, having a strange feeling that he was watching you. In his lessons, you noticed his gaze, which literally ate you alive.

Sylus began to call you more often. Sometimes he freed you from classes, telling teachers that he needs you. But when you come to him, he just asks you to sit next to him while he was working. There were times when you did your homework in his room. He was sitting opposite. You noticed how he stealthily glanced at you, watching as if he was studying you.

Over time, you found out that Sylus knows all about you. He knew everything from your date of birth to your phone number and address. He knew who you were friends with and who you were in a relationship with. In conversations, he mentioned details that you could hardly remember, but that left no doubt - he knew almost everything about you.

When your grades got a little worse, he offered you his extra classes. He sits very close to you, explaining the topic. His hand gently touches your hip, stroking it and slowly sliding up. Your breath is intercepted, and you feel awkward, but you can't take your eyes off his face. Sylus looks at you with a smile asking if everything is okay with you, acting as if his actions are quite normal for the teacher and the student.

You're not sure how much time has passed, how could you even keep an eye on such a common thing when he is keep going, continues to rise and fall on you. He usually asked you to fuck him, but this time he climbed on you without even saying anything.

His cheeks were covered with pink dust, a slight shine of sweat flowed down his forehead, and these passionate eyes were looking for your eyes, catching every emotion, every moment of ecstasy. You held your hands on his hips, rubbing circles on his delicate skin and from time to time strengthening his grip when he dropped especially hard.

The obscene sound of his hips on yours was heard all over the room. He couldn't hold back. He couldn't hold back a single sound - and given that you were at school, you tried to be careful. You pressed his mouth with your hand, trying to drown out the sounds so you don't get caught.

His hands tightly squeezed your shoulders, his nails dug into the skin, leaving red marks and tearing your name off his lips. You felt a sharp pain, which was quickly replaced by a wave of excitement. He leaned towards you. Your lips collided, your tongues touched when you let your desperate sounds blend into a crazy chorus.

Moving towards your neck curve, he kissed everything, carelessly and wet, leaving gentle suckers all over your neck and collarbone, dark purple marks thoughtlessly coloured in your skin.

"Sylus, I'm c-cumming," you warned him, feeling the tension in your body reaching its peak. He was so passionate about the moment that you didn't have time to put on a condom.

"Inside haa! y-you can cum hngh…! inside...ahh I drank c-contraceptives ♡"

His words only increased your excitement. Sylus slowed down a little when you grabbed his waist with one hand, the other slid down to rub his clitoris while practising your mouth on his nipples, rolling your tongue over the buttons. His hole tightened hard when he cum. Your eyes closed with the feeling, pushing hard a few more times before you also came, pumping him with your seeds. Your sperm covered his trembling walls, and he sighed into your neck, falling from above when you hold each other tightly.

When he said he drank contraceptives, it was a lie. Deep down, he made a decision a long time ago. He knows that his act is selfish and his obsession with you may seem reckless, but all this is the result of the fear of losing you. You lit this fire in him when you said those fatal words about transferring to another school. For him, it was a blow that he can't survive.

Sylus realises that his love for you has gone too far, but this feeling is stronger than him. If he get pregnant, it's the way to tie you up forever, he's ready to take on this burden. In his eyes, pregnancy will be the last way to keep you close, to create a connection between you that cannot be broken. After all, his love for you is so great and sincere that he is ready to sacrifice everything, even himself, so that you stay with him forever.

His hands slowly slide to his stomach, to the womb, he feels satisfaction, as if he was hugging the most precious thing. He knows that the plan was successful. It remains only to wait for the little miracle inside him to begin his development. A little smile appeared on his lips.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji teasing you with his dick/strap sucking skills.

he sits you down at the end of the bed while taking his place in front of you, his leg between your thighs. his navel is right at your eye-level and your mouth salivates. even though he's fully dressed, you can see his pants straining – he's so fucking hard and you just want to feel him. you want to push his shirt up, you want to drag your tongue over his happy trail, you want to listen to him hold back his little gasps and groans. teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you eagerly reach for his belt buckle but a hand on your jaw stops you.

"ya want it?"

gently, he guides your head up, forcing you to look at him in the eye. staring down at you, he does try to hold back a groan – you already look so fucked out and he hasn't even done anything. you nod at him, eyes blown wide and lips swollen from you biting down on them so hard.

toji's thumb draws a lazy circle over your cheek. "well, aren't ya sweet, hm?"

when he feels your hands trailing over his clothed muscles, your fingers digging into the material of his pants, he presses his thigh flush against your center, humming lowly as he watches your eyes fall shut at the contact.

"not today, though."

a small whine slips from your lips when you rest back on your hands, head dangling from your shoulders; perfectly displaying your neck and the few remaining marks from the nights from before. toji's eyes travel down from your throat and over your covered chest – of course, you're wearing one of his shirts. your collarbones peek from under the collar and a light sheen of sweat is already beginning to form all over your skin. toji licks his lips at the thought of running his tongue over the slopes of your body.

he puts some more pressure against the bulge in your own pants and watches your chest rise and fall with deep sharp breaths. "toji..."

he wants to ruin you so badly. he will never get sick of you saying his name like that, like a prayer, like a mantra – he's ready to give you all of him in return.

"look at ya..." he rumbles, his thigh slowly rocking back and forth against you. "s'desperate."

you can't stay still - your hips rolling against him, humping his leg like you're in heat but it's still not enough. "please..."

his low chuckle makes you loll your head forward. he looks sexy; standing tall between your legs, hair messy after a long day and a proud, hungry smile playing on his scarred lips.

"what do ya want, hm?"

"anything." he laughs at your needy answer, his chest rumbling like thunder as he nudges your thighs wider, fitting himself in the middle of them. he kneels down, so he's face level and you immediately push throw yourself over him. your hands snake around his neck, lips brushing over his. "everything...."

one of his own hands grabs at your waist, pulling you indefinitely closer while the other kneads your thigh. every time you try to kiss him, he pulls away just an inch; your breaths mingle together, lips grazing as his cologne fills your nostrils and his touch sets you ablaze. the need for him is growing and it's growing fast, the knot in your stomach tightening with every passing second.

"greedy little thing..." he whispers with a teasing tone and you nose at his cheek. your fingers play with the longer hair on the nape of his neck, combing through the locks, pushing his head closer to yours.

"please, toji..."

you feel him smirk against your cheek before he sits back on his legs.

"ya sound so cute like this." toji rests his elbows on your thighs, fingers tracing over the material of his shirt, over your abdomen and hips, until he reaches your waistband. "please, please, please..."

heat crawls on your body at his mocking, head dizzy from his touch. you don't have it in you to bark back at him, completely at his mercy – ready to take whatever he offers you.

he unbuttons your pants and taps on your thigh, telling you to stand up. and when you do, toji's nose brushes over your clothed belly button, making you buck into his face on instinct. your hands rest in his hair as he helps you out of the pants and underwear before letting you sit back down onto the bed.

you need him to touch you so badly that it's starting to hurt. your eyebrows furrow and you want to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pain but the man in the middle stops you from doing that. he's just staring at you; taking you in – all of your little twitches, your hazy eyes, your heaving chest. oh, he's loving this.

"you're being so mean..."

he laughs. and you want to choke him. but before you can do that, or anything else for that matter – he leans forward, pressing a very faint kiss to your hip – so close and yet, so far from where you really need him. you mewl out and he pinches your waist. he's so close that his own abdomen is rubbing against your core and it's getting harder and harder to focus. you tug on his hair when he bites down into your soft flesh and pulls back with a mean grin. "yer so impatient..."

he grabs at the hem of your shirt and you raise your arms, letting him pull it off of your body. the scar on his lips finds the sensitive skin right below your jaw as he starts covering you in wet, open-mouthed kisses. he trails down from there, briefly licking and sucking your nipples, making your back arch up into him. he bites down to leave proud teethmarks on your skin as his big hands rest on your waist, kneading the soft flesh while you melt into him.

as he's getting closer and closer to where you actually need him, his hand slips from its place on your hip and you gasp when he starts rubbing at your inner thigh instead. with half-lidded eyes, you watch him lower himself back onto his legs and you buck into his hand again – your body has a mind of its own, you cannot think clearly anymore.

"this s'where you want me, yeah?"

his fingers trace around your crotch and you think you're going to explode from all of his teasing. hastily nodding, you beg with your eyes for him to finally touch you, to really touch you. he looks straight at you, flashing you a toothy smirk before cupping your balls, making your jaw fall slack. "soooo sensitive."

the eye-contact is making everything a thousand times better (worse) – his eyes bore into yours and it feels like he's planning on eating you alive.

"c'mon, gimme a kiss, sweetheart."

he doesn't need to say it twice because you're already lunging forward, pressing your mouth to his. he groans when you nip at his bottom lip – you want more, you need more. and he lets you have it.

your tongues dance together, swapping saliva like it's something you're supposed to do, all while his hand never stops massaging your sensitive skin. he's so warm and it feels so good and you want to forge the two of you together forever. you let your own hand slip between your bodies, desperately trying to guide him to your aching cock but he just grins into the kiss.

when you huff in disappointment and decide to wrap your own hand around yourself, he grabs your wrist and holds it down beside you. he presses another kiss to your lips and when he pulls away, a clear string of saliva keeps you connected.

he brings his free hand to your mouth and nods toward it. "spit."

toji lets out a hum as he watches it drip from your already wet lips and he twitches in his pants. without ever taking your eyes from you, he finally wraps his big fingers around your cock and devours the moan you reward him with.

your gaze flicks down to his hand, watching it slide up and down, the slick sound filling the room along with your quiet little whimpers and groans. every time he reaches the tip, he twists his wrist and tightens his fist, making you screw your eyes shut from the sensation. "ahh– fuck..."

"tell me how it feels."

"good, so fucking good. please– please, don't fucking stop." you stammer out. the words all slur together, the pleasure taking over your whole body. sweat dribbles from your temple and your fingers dig into the bedsheets under you.

you crack your eyes open just at the right time – when his pretty lips part and envelop the tip of your rock hard cock. he hums around you and you dig your fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots as a thank you. it's overwhelming – to let him take care of you like this. it feels special in a way, he doesn't do this with everyone.

he wants to make you feel good, he wants to show you his love.

he doesn't take his hand from you, keeping a firm grip on your base as he sucks on the tip. spit dribbles from the corners of his lips and he doesn't even try to hold it back – the messier the better. he pulls of with a little pop but dives right back in to drag his tongue all the way up from your balls. he does it a few times before getting sick of you trying to push his head closer to yourself (wonder who'd you learn that from).

taking your hands, he holds them against the bed. "no touching."

"bu- "

"touch me again and i'll stop."

his heart does a little flip in his chest at your little dumbfounded look – eyes wide and brows furrowed, hips twitching at the loss of contact.

"kiss me."

it's comes out like a demand and your own breath hitches, scared that he'll pull away completely now, but... he doesn't.

"ya want another kiss, hm? ya wanna taste yourself, is that it?"

the knot in your stomach tightens at his words and dumbly blink down at him, nodding your head. "yes, please..."

while still holding your hands to the bed, he lets you inch closer and press your swollen lips to his. a moan bubbles up from your throat and he swallows it with pride. toji pumps your cock with a steady pace, squeezing his fist every time he reaches the base. you taste so fucking good. and he tries to ignore the mess he's making in his pants purely from the act of getting you off. pre-cum stains the material of his boxers and he keeps twitching at every little sound you make.

this must be love, hm?

[honeyscara]

•Chuuya Nakahara• bsd

Synopsis: spending some time with your boyfriend while it was raining outside

CW: 18+ MNDI! soft sex, chuuya x female reader

~On a rainy day~

You sat next to chuuya, reading a book, unaware of the fact that he had been admiring you since you came over to his house. It was pouring outside. You got caught up in the rain while returning from the bookstore so he gave you one of his shirts to wear. However, he was starting to regret his decision of giving you his shirt. The sight of you made his mouth go dry. It was an oversized shirt that hung off your shoulder slightly and it reached till your thighs. You weren't wearing anything underneath since your clothes were soaked due to the rain.

Chuuya was unable to tear his gaze away from you, his eyes tracing the lines of your body. You had your head buried in the book while he was admiring you. You were like a little statue carved by a sculptor, beautiful and delicate with just enough curves for a man's eyes to devour.

You made him restless, even when you were doing nothing more than sitting there, reading a book. You looked so cute but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to take that shirt off you and kiss every single inch of you. But he held himself back and just sat next to you, patiently waiting for you to finish reading your favorite book.

"Is the book really interesting?" he asked.

"yess, I wonder who the killer might be" you reply and look over at chuuya who was sitting next to you, looking at you like a lovesick puppy, making you blush slightly.

"sorry I wasn't paying much attention to you" you said and placed the book on the table.

"the weather's so nice today" you say and wrap your arms around him.

Chuuya immediately reciprocates and holds you close.His embrace always felt so warm and comforting. "it certainly is" he says in a soft voice.

"...darling?" he began and you pulled away from him. Your breath hitched when his hands slowly slid up your thighs. the room fell silent for a few seconds, the only sounds being the rain pattering against the roof and the winds howling.

"do you want to.." he begins, inching closer towards you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again. It looked like he was holding back from doing anything else.

"...do you want to make love?" the gentleness was visible in his voice.

You nodded and chuuya pressed his lips against yours. Chuuya was sure he could feel you smiling against his lips as he kissed you passionately. The both of you taking things slowly, savoring each other. Chuuya gently pushed you down onto the couch, not breaking the kiss. He kept peppering small kisses from your neck to your collarbone.

You tugged onto his shirt, desperate to get it off him. He complied, slowly pulling his shirt off revealing his toned upper body. You could make out the scars left due to him using his corruption ability. Your fingers traced along it, dragging a shaky breath from him.

His one hand now slowly unbuttoned the shirt that you had on while kissing your neck. He continued placing wet kisses along your shoulder as he pulled the shirt down to your waist, exposing your bare chest to him. Your body shivering a little as the cool air hit your exposed skin. His eyes roamed across your torso, taking everything in. You suddenly felt shy, feeling exposed under him.

The ginger noticed your nervousness and leaned in, brushing your hair out of your face.

"darling you look so fucking beautiful" he whispered in your ears before pecking you on the lips again.

He slowly trailed kisses down to your chest as if he was savouring even single inch of you. A small moan leaving your mouth as he trails his tongue over your skin, lightly sucking on your sensitive nubs, eliciting another moan. He looks up briefly, seeing your flushed cheeks before diving in to continue teasing you. You felt more sensitive as chuuya continued, kissing and sucking on you, causing you to arch your back and squirm under him. A few moans leaving your mouth as you try to control yourself.

"princess let me hear you" he says before slipping the rest of the material off your body and tossing it somewhere in the room.

"ah" you gasp at the sudden coldness of his fingers pressing against your heat.

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"are you ready princess?" he asked and you nodded eagerly, feeling needy. Chuuya chuckled at your reaction before pushing in. He took his time, moving slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed in deeper while maintaining eye contact with you.

"fu-ck chuuya " you groaned at his gentle movements inside of you.

Your hips bucked forward instinctively, a string of curses falling past your lips. Chuuya smirked and went a little faster, his hands on your hips, guiding you. A few moans leaving your mouth, the rain becoming a distant background noise. You could only focus on chuuya. The sight of him above you was arousing you even further.

"you're so beautiful" he mumbled, keeping his eyes locked onto yours.

His thumb stroking your skin softly, drawing circles on it. You could feel yourself reaching a climax and your whole body was tensing up You whimpered when he thrust in harder, making your walls clench around him. You both were panting and sweat dripped down your faces.

"a-ah fuck chuuya I'm close" you cried out as your hands gripped onto the couch.

"fuck, can you hold put just a little longer princess?"

He let out and kissed you passionately. His other hand moved down to hold your chest, squeezing gently. You let out a muffled moan at the feeling of his calloused palm on your chest and the sensation of his lips grazing over your neck.

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You were cuddling with chuuya on the couch, bedsheets covering the two of you, watching a movie.Your head rested comfortably on chuuya's chest and his arm was draped loosely over your stomach. You yawned as you stared at the screen, not paying any mind to what was happening as you were tired.

Chuuya glanced down at you and smiled, running his fingers through your soft curls, trying to calm your nerves. You smiled brightly up at him and he couldn't help himself but smile back. His heart swelling at the sweetest smile.

"my sweet angel" he mumbled and kissed your forehead.

"stay over today" he pleaded, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever. How could u say no to that? You ended up falling asleep with him on the couch as the rain pattered against the window.

[yutofia]

Unravel - RD

Warning: pure filth and smut

You were at the ballon d'or ceremony with him. Throughout the night, you got compliments and looks from multiple men, which got him jealous. On your way to the hotel, his suit coat is off, shirt unbuttoned, and tie's loose on his shoulders. "You looked...beautiful tonight," he says gruffly as the car pulls away from the ceremony. His hand clenches into a fist on his lap, his jaw tight. "And it seems like every man there thought so too." You read him like an open book. "Are you jealous?" You ask. His eyes flick to yours, fire blazing in them. "Yes, I am. I saw the way they looked at you. Like they wanted to devour you." He tugs at his tie, yanking it off entirely. "But they can look all they want. You're mine." The car stops by the hotel, some people gathering around outside the car, waiting for pictures and autographs from the players. He steps out of the car first, his hand finding yours as he helps you out, his grip tight. He pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist possessively as cameras flash around them. You walk faster than him to get out of there quicker, but he quickens his pace, catching up to you in a few long strides. "Slow down, amor," he murmurs, his hand wrapping around your wrist. "Don't run from me." He tugs you back, his eyes flashing. "And don't pull away from me in public." Everything about him was so manly, his tone, his body language, his outfit....He sees the change in your expression, your pupils dilating as your gaze rakes over his disheveled appearance. A smirk pulls at his lips as he pulls you flush against him, his hands settling on your backside. "You like seeing me like this, don't you?" You blush as a response as you walk into the hotel lobby, his fingers already unbuttoning his shirt further. "Answer me," he growls low, his fingers continuing to work on his shirt buttons. "Tell me you like me like this." He backs you up against the elevator wall, caging you in with his arms.

"Ruben the elevator has cameras" you remind him as your heart beats fast. His gaze flicks up to the camera, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let them watch," he says, his voice low and husky. "Let them see how possessive I am over my wife." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now answer me, amor." You look at him up and down, "I like it...maybe a little" He quirks an eyebrow, "Just a little, hmm?" his hand coming up to cup your breast through your dress. "Liar." His thumb brushes over your nipple, feeling it harden beneath the thin fabric. "You like seeing me unravel for you, don't you?" You swallow hard, nodding slowly as you take in this version of your husband. "Good," he murmurs, his fingers working quickly to open the remaining buttons on his shirt.

He pushes it open, revealing his chiseled chest and the gold chain around his neck. His eyes never leaving yours, he reaches for the tie around his neck and pulls it off completely. You heart is beating out of your chest. He looks good enough to eat. "And now..." he says, his voice low as he takes a step closer, his body heat enveloping you. "I'm going to unravel you." His fingers trail down your collarbone, slowly, torturously, until they reach the neckline of your dress. He pauses, looking up at the camera before turning his attention back to you. As the doors open, he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you out of the elevator and into their suite.

Kicking the door shut behind you, he carries you straight to the bedroom. He sets you down by the bed, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "Turn around," he says gruffly, turning you by your shoulders. "Let me unzip you." His fingers find the zipper on the back of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He leans in, pressing kisses to your bare back as he pushes the straps off your shoulders, the dress falling to the floor in a pool of black satin. "Sit," you do as he says. His hands grip your knees, parting them as he steps between your thighs. His hands trail up your thighs, hooking into the sides of your lace underwear and pulling them down. He tosses your underwear aside and runs his hands over your smooth thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin. "So pretty," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours as he spreads your knees further apart, exposing you completely.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he pull down his pants, his eyes on yours. The false lashes and smokey make up look you have going on makes your eyes look even sexier. He wraps the tie around your wrists, tying them together securely before lifting your arms above your head. He secures the other end of the tie to the headboard, leaving you restrained. "Now," he says, his eyes dark with possessiveness, "we're going to forget all about those men at the ceremony who were drooling over you." You roll your eyes, "They weren't drolling" you tease him. He smirks, trailing a finger down your sternum. "Oh, they were. I could see it in their eyes. The way they looked at what's mine." His hand cups your breast through the lacy fabric of your bra, kneading the soft flesh. His eyes blaze with intensity as he tears the lacy fabric away, baring your breasts to his greedy gaze. "They don't get to look at you like that," he growls possessively, his hands roaming over your bare skin. "Only I get to see you like this." You bite on your lower lip as he kisses all over your body, leaving hot open mouthed kisses everywhere. Once he reaches your pussy, he keeps your legs open, his tongue flat against your slit as he runs it up and down. He looks into your eyes as he spits on your pussy. You tug on the tie, squirming and whimpering. He smirks as he sucks your clit onto his mouth, biting it gently. You gasp and squirm even more, causing him to chuckle.

In an unexpected move, he hovers over you and unties you. He then moves lower, pushing your legs open as he looks at your pussy hungrily. You move your hand down gently, reaching your pussy and spreading your labias wide. "God, you're beautiful." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with admiration before leaning down to run his tongue up your center. "And you taste divine." You hand flies to his hair, clutching it as you moan his name. "Mmm," he hums against your flesh, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. He focuses his attention on your clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. "Open your legs wider, let me see every part of your pretty pussy." He gently pushes your legs apart, his eyes drinking in the sight of your glistening folds. "Now, touch each part of yourself while I watch. Show me your clit, your lips, your hole." I let out a whimper at his dirty request. You circle your clit gently, showing him. "Good girl," he praises, his voice low and gravelly. "Now show me your lips. Pull them open for me." He leans forward, his breath warm on your wet flesh. "That's it, baby." You do as he says, spreading your folds to his gaze. "Mmm, so soft and puffy. Now touch your hole, Y/n. Stick your fingers inside like I do." His eyes are glued to your hand as you slowly push your middle finger inside yourself. "That's it, baby. In and out, just like I would." You were so wet that the squelching sound of your finger pumping in and out was audible to you both. "Oh, sweetheart." He leans in close, his breath hot on your hand as he watches your finger slide in and out of your heat. "Let me taste your finger." You pull it out, placing it on his lips. He parts his lips, sucking your finger deep into his mouth. "Delicious." He pulls your hand away, replacing your finger with his tongue. He pushes it deep inside you, lapping up your arousal.

"Aaaah!" You moan loudly, toes curling. "That's my girl." He continues thrusting his tongue in and out, relishing your taste. "You love my tongue in your pussy, don't you?" He punctuates the question by flicking your clit. "Bet you'd love my cock even more." Your eyes roll backss you clutch his hair. He pulls out his tongue, giving your clit a final flick before standing up. He pulls down his briefs, letting them fall to the ground. His large, thick cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach. "Time to fill this pretty little pussy with my dick." You hiss, his size and girth never failing to amaze you. With a devilish grin, he grips his cock, rubbing the swollen head against your dripping entrance. "Feel how hard I am for you, Y/n? All this cock is about to pound this fucking tight pussy." You moan as your hands travel to your tits, squeezing them. His grin widens, watching you maul your breasts. "Such beautiful tits. Squeeze them harder, baby. Let me see your fingers disappear into that plump flesh." He grinds against you, coating his head with your juices. "Spread your labia." You were so needy and desperate for him that you were willing to do anything, so you comply. "Fuck yes, spread that pussy open for me. I'm going to ruin you with my fat cock." He notches the tip at your entrance and starts to push in, slowly at first, letting you feel every thick inch splitting you open. "Take it, take my dick." You grip the sheets, looking down to see him entering you, your legs wide open.

He inches deeper, stretching you to your limit. "Look at us, baby. See how well we fit together?" He pulls back slightly before surging forward. "You're so tiny, it's like you're strangling me. Squeeze me like that again, bebe." You clench your walls around his thick cock. He grunts deeply, "Ah, fuck yes, like that Y/n! Strangle my cock with your tight little cunt." He starts thrusting in earnest now, his huge dick hammering into you. "Ouuuffff fuck fuck fuck! So thick!" You moan as your back arches. chuckles breathlessly, "You can take it, Y/n. Such a good fucking slut for my big cock." He adjusts his angle slightly, grinding against your pubic bone on each thrust. "Feel what a thorough fucking I'm giving this greedy little pussy?" You cry out, your body jolts and shudders as your tits bounce up and down with each thrust. He gazes back at you, his eyes burning with possessiveness and lust. "Look at me, Y/n. Look at me while I ruin this perfect little cunt." He reaches down to fondle your breasts, roughly pinching and tugging at your nipples. You balance yourself on your elbows as you look down at how he's pounding into you. Your hole stretched to take him in, your slit widening. He follows your gaze, his gaze darkening as he watches his thick, veiny cock disappear into your stretched open pussy. "Fuck, look at that. My cock is destroying your little pussy. You're so fucking tight, but I'm making you take it all. take it, TAKE IT!" You moan loudly as a result, your eyes rolling back "AAAHHH! FUCKKKKKK RUBEN!"

He pounds into you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely. "That's it, scream for me Y/n! Let the whole fucking neighborhood hear what a cock hungry slut you are for me!" You cry out his name, screaming about how much you love his cock. He feels your pussy spasming and clenching around his pistoning cock. "Shit, I can feel you cumming on my dick! Fuck yes, milk it! Drain my fucking balls dry!" You cry out his name as you cum hard, your body trembling in shockwaves, but he's not stopping. He pushes your legs down to your chest, the new angle making him go deeper. As you hold your legs down, you have a perfect view of how he's fucking you. "Fuckk fuck!" Your arousal drips down to your ass, his cock wet with it. The sound of your wet pussy and his thick cock echoes in the room "Fuck yeah, you're taking it so good... You're my perfect little fucking pussy... UNGH UNGH UNGH....I'm gonna fill you up, Y/n... Gonna make you my fucking little cum dumpster" His abs tighten and his body stiffens as he slams deep into you "Y/N! I'm CUMMMING! MILK IT! Ohhh god!" he groans loudly as he spills into you. Your back arches as you clutch the pillows above your head, reaching your orgasm once more. He grunts and collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing hot against your neck. "That was... intense. You're so... squirt-y." He whispers with a chuckle....

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

(banner made by @redvexillum tysm darling 😭💜🥰)

Vox is upgrading and you get a little impatient waiting.

Vox x FReader

Smut, cw: Penis in Vagina sex, fingering, fellatio, somnophilia, dub con at the beginning, erotic electrostimulation.

Upgrading...

Walking into Vox’s screen room as he was late for dinner. 

“Vox? Are you in here?” You call out in the quiet room, he’d told you he’d be upgrading today but should be able to join you for dinner, so when he missed dinner, you naturally went to see if everything was okay, part of you slightly worried, mind racing with doubts and insecurities, maybe he was tired of you... 

When you rounded his large chair, you found your concerns were completely invalid as you see Vox is still mid update. The loading information on his blue screen proof that he wasn’t intentionally staying away from you.  

You’d missed him so much, so without hesitation climbed into his lap, just wanting to be close to him, his body felt much the same as always, firm and warm, he smelled like home, it was comforting. 

Sitting and caressing his defined chest you watch as the percentage ticks up from 36 to 37, this was certainly taking a while.  

Vox of course didn’t respond to your touch, but it did slightly annoy you, you were used to him responding to every little touch and sound from you, as you mused you begin to wonder what else he would or wouldn’t respond to. 

With a devious smile and a kiss to his very warm bezel your hand caresses lower exploring your partners body, muscles twitching as he otherwise remains still, his skin soft under your fingertips, you feel a surge of triumph as the twitch means he can respond. 

38% his screen declares; you begin to slowly undo his belt after looking around. The door was closed, locked and most of his monitor room was powered down, waiting on the master to resume functionality, you categorise in your head to make sure you won’t be caught.  

The sound of the zipper sliding down his fly was deafening in the silent room as your greedy grin split your face, heat already pooling in your lower belly, body responding already recognising it’s desire. 

39%... Slotting your legs either side of his thighs on the chair to give you more room you pull him gently free of the confines of his trousers, his thick heavy cock warm but still very soft. 

40 %... Experimentally you rub the tip of your finger along the soft, familiar shaft... No reaction... Damn. 

41%... You lick your finger this time and place the wet digit on his spongy head, dragging it around teasing the most sensitive part of him, your eyes focused on your actions as you concentrate, your brain excitedly running through what more you could do to get his big cock hard for you. 

42%... Right there, you notice the slightest twitch. So not completely unresponsive in this area either, you think to yourself, not noticing how the upgrade seems to have sped up a little. 

43%... Palming his member feeling the soft warm flesh malleable in your hand, you lean forward to see if kissing his collarbones and neck would help in your plight. 

44%... You have to rest his head back against the chair, tilting his screen back to give you access to his skin as your hand never ceases kneading, trying to tease him into responsiveness... 

45%... You feel his pulse beneath your tongue, teeth and mouth then sucking a bruise right on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, you feel another twitch in response, making you smirk. 

46%... It’s not enough, you huff slightly frustrated, your own sex starting to throb needily in anticipation, slick beginning to ruin your underwear. 

47%... instead with shaking eager hands you reach up, reluctant to part from your hold on his cock for long you unbutton his shirt as fast as you can, tearing a few buttons off in the process, pushing it open sloppily before returning to teasing and rubbing his member, your tongue and mouth now stimulating his nipples, tasting his skin frantically, moaning as how good his body always feels for you, grinding on his thigh as your core pulses feeling so hollow without him. 

48%... Getting slightly frustrated as your efforts garnered nothing, you bite down, teeth sinking into his pec and to your satisfaction feel a bigger twitch in your hand than last time, he always loved it when you bite, you think smugly, but he still remains stubbornly limp to your frustration. 

49%... You sigh, kissing his chest from clavicle to each pectoral, peppering him with love and licks, just enjoying him for a moment before deciding... It’s time to pull out the big guns. 

50%... Without even bothering to get off his lap your hand finds its way under your own skirt, tearing away the wet flimsy lace so you can utilise your best chance. Hiking your skirt up and out the way, exposing yourself in a way that would usually have him blue screen at your brazenness. 

51%... Dripping, and swollen in need, your heat gets positioned right over his stubborn member. 

52%... Your arms wrapped around his neck to support yourself, hands gripping the back of the chair given his current state you know he can’t actually support you and you’d rather not risk it, as the screen would hurt if you lost your balance and dragged him tumbling down on top of you in the process. 

53%... As soon as your burning sopping need makes contact with his warm softness you moan, memories of past experiences with your talented man flitting through your mind making you ache more. 

54%... Your moan increasing in volume as you feel him harden slightly, rutting the semi hard member through your soaked folds, grinding your clit against his pelvis needily with a whine as it gives you some traction, his cock clearly recognising where it belongs too. 

55%... “Come on Vox...” You whine needily, cheeks flushed as you grind wantonly against him, cock sliding deliciously through your folds. 

56%... You feel a slight zap, your clit burning slightly, it makes you moan and twitch, your speed increasing, slick coating him even further as you hump him, but his cock remains at half-mast frustratingly. “Please.” You whimper. 

57%... You find it hard to stop, the feeling of his flesh on yours still so delicious, so instead of giving up on this venture you try one more thing. 

58%... Pulling you top off and flinging both it and your bra to the side you continue grinding against him like you were paid the most handsome sum, practically giving him a lap dance, desperate for him now. 

59%... In reality, your desire for Vox still burns as bright as the first time you’d ever met... Touched... Fucked... Your hips rolling as you moan at the stimulation on your clit as it gets a bit of a zap again from the electrical discharge, making it swell and throb with angry need. 

60%... “Fuck Vox please, I need you... Your Babydoll needs you... Fuck why are you so fucking sexy.” You plead, hoping he would just come to and fuck you, for a moment you swear you saw his hand twitch, but you blinked, and it was as unmoving as ever. 

61%... You moan as you continue rocking your hips whispering pleas against his screen as you kiss areas not busy with his update, not wanting to fuck anything up. 

62%... Your front pressed to his, trying to bring him to full hardness, trying to make his body react through muscle memory, your softness pressed against his hardness, your tits and nipples squashing against him, your body giving way to his just the way he likes.

 

63%... You try for several more minutes begging and praising him as you do, dragging your body against his, your cunt making such sloppy wet sounds as it coats his cock, if her were awake you’d be embarrassed for being so wanton. Rolling your hips and dragging your nipples up and down his chest as you kiss his shoulder, feeling yourself get more and more stimulated, but it’s not enough. 

64%... You try biting him again but no such luck, just another small twitch. 

65%... You get struck with another amazing but awful (in your mind) idea, but the thought of losing your stimulation from his body makes you want to ignore it, it is so difficult to tear yourself from him... But you manage. 

66%... You slide off his lap regretfully, groaning, tears pricking your eyes, you capture the waistband of his trousers as you descend, dragging them down with you so you can part his thighs, which your do, and even mostly flaccid it's still a glorious sight to gaze up at, his blue skin almost luminescent, and he looks utterly sinful all dishevelled with only an unbuttoned shirt to keep any semblance of modesty. 

67%... Licking your lips you take in his musky scent mixed with your arousal, taking in the sight of his half hard soaking wet member appreciatively as a bead or pre-cum glistens on the end... So, something is definitely working, you think gleefully. 

68%... Lapping at his tip making his cock practically jump, tasting both of your combined flavours with a moan you internally celebrate at the biggest reaction yet. You know you’re on the right track. 

69%... Your mouth eagerly envelops his cock, a full explosion of your essence and his salty musk floods your tongue, and you moan, the vibrations cause a pulse of him in your mouth, and you moan as you’re treated to another drop of his pre-cum, greedily devouring it. 

70%... You suck and lap eagerly at his further hardening length with glee, more confident and invested in your endeavour than ever. 

71%... You moan as his newer state of hardness allows him to slide slightly deeper inside your mouth. 

72%... Vox tastes so good your eyes close and you moan around his cock, vibrations running up his shaft as you suckle incessantly for a while, just enjoying the feel of him in your mouth. 

73%... He hardens incrementally more with your tongue lathing and lapping at him on every bob of your head taking him deeper, the lagging weight as he’s still not fully hard weighing heavily on your tongue, its actually quite an addictive feeling bringing him to hardness inside your mouth like this. 

74%... Your fingers wander between your thighs, unable to take any more or to resist as you start rubbing and teasing your swollen throbbing little clit. 

75%... Moaning again at the contact on your clit, making his cock twitch and pulse again in your mouth, treating you to more cum in reward for the provided vibrations. 

76%... Your fingers glide through your own dripping slit, teasing your entrance, suckling fiercely on his cock like a lifeline. 

77%... Working so hard to get him harder, he’s not quite there, you can tell by how he feels in your mouth despite his size already starting to make your jaw ache. 

78%... You finger your flooded hole needily whining at the lack of depth and girth, at the lack of Vox. 

79%... Knowing what you’re doing will bring you what you need, you double down sucking and licking him needily, probably harder than you’d dare if he were fully conscious, but you were starting to hurt you needed him so badly. 

80%... Your fingers matching the pace of your mouth trying to suck the life right back out of him as he uploads more and more of his update, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see the numbers decreasing with the power of your sucks. 

81%... You can’t wait to surprise him with your efforts, knowing how much he’d fucking love to wake up to this, and to hear of your work ethics to get him all ready for you. 

82%... He had once told you it was impossible to get a reaction from his body during these sort of moments, his upgrading time practically freezing his body with the effort of the information rushing through him. 

83%... With the amount suction from your mouth you’re surprised you’re not bruising him already, but you seem unable to stop yourself, or to be more careful of his precious ‘goods’. 

84%... Determined to prove him wrong, smirking as he gets ever harder for you, making you feel so smug, even as your fingers fly in and out of your clenching core. 

85%... Sucking, teasing and moaning you abandon your slit to rub your wet fingers against his balls, one last ditch effort to finish the job so you can get to the main seminar. 

86%... 87%... 88%... Tugging, sucking and moaning, your tits pushed tight between his calves... Working away at him, until finally... 

89%... Success! His throbbing and pulsing size matches exactly how you remember him always feeling in your mouth, jaw sore but you can’t keep the huge smile off your face. 

90%... Moaning in relief and arousal, you indulge yourself by sucking on him a little while longer, just tasting and feeling all the ridges of his cock and moaning as the drops of pre-cum gift you more frequently now. 

91%... Finally, you withdraw, letting his cock out of your mouth rubbing your jaw from the ache as it bobs slightly from the release angle and the throbbing it’s still entertaining you with. 

92%... Wasting no time (in case he goes back down), you re-take your position clumsily straddling his lap, skirt no more than a belt at this point. 

93%... Moaning as his finally rock hard, impressive member slips and slides perfectly through your slick, rubbing yourself down it as the burning need is soothed slightly from the friction. 

94%... Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan again, considering he’s not even awake the amount your moaned for him already would embarrass you too if he ever knew, his tip lining up with your entrance with ease from how utterly drenched you are, slipping into place and nearly impaling you fully, if you weren’t holding yourself high enough on strained shaking legs that is. 

95%... Groaning in bliss you sink slowly down on his ready throbbing deliciously filling cock. 

96%... Panting as he stretches you so wide your head buries against his chest as you take in his scent, letting the burn of your hole stretching for him be all that fills your senses. 

97%... Recovering enough, you raise your hips, feeling every inch of him sliding back out, torturously slowly. 

98%... You revel in the feeling of his cock spreading you open so wide, teeth buried in his right pec again, paying no mind to the heat from his screen above you nor what it says as you're careful not to hit your head. 

You go to slide back down his cock slowly and gasp as a pair of strong hands grip you hips suddenly and slam you down while rutting up forcefully within you making you cry out in ecstasy as your insides ache and rejoice from the rough treatment his cock driving through your channel and hitting the resistance at the end brutally, as hot breath fans across your neck and ear as his voice finally washes over you, as you whimper and spasm... 

“I hear my Babydoll needs a good fucking... And just couldn’t wait for me to be ready. Well you’re certainly going to enjoy this, right Little Love...? For your efforts...” He thrusts up hard again inside you, his grip on you forcing you up and down on his cock. He fucks up into you praising you as you cry out, he controls all of your movement, fucking you and making you fuck him in turn, forgetting the rest of your body as you cling to him helplessly, his strength already making your mind blank from pleasure. 

“You’re such a good needy little Doll for me... So desperate for my cock... such a needy good little Pet,” the praise rolling off his tongue making your cunt flutter around him already as you clench and nearly cum then and there. 

Panting and gritting his teeth at your sudden tightness he gives another harsh thrust, “Just... For... Me!” Vox bites your neck as you moan almost screaming, your body clenching around his cock with every harsh drag out, trying to keep him buried deep inside you hot wet channel, the wet slapping sound of every slow hard thrust from him as he whispers praise and curses in your ear. 

Vox makes every thrust strong slow and measured to keep you unable to do anything other than what he drives your body to do, and moan of course. 

“How fucking good you feel around my cock Doll, fuck yeah what a way to wake up, your tight little cunt working away at me desperate to cum because nothing else will do.” He growls as you mewl for him. “Fuck you love my cock so much don’t you Babydoll? You fucking love taking it deep in that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

The marks on his chest start increasing as his thrusting makes you bite him with every tantalising bruising thrust, every measured plunge designed to drive you senseless. 

Vox moans and makes his own noises of pleasure as his punishing bite in return causes you to grip his dick so tight he struggles to even make the next thrust. 

“Relax Doll, I’ve got you, your Vox is here.” He croons as you breathe and nod, eyes unfocused, looking up at him to see the same adoring lust filled look in his eyes that you can feel in your own, his smile making your heart skip a beat. 

He presses his lips to yours gently, his thrusting easing up on intensity a little as he deepens the kiss, just enjoying every part of you softly for a moment, his little jolting thrusts, your pulsing gripping hole, his hands gliding over your body, tweaking your nipples, your little whimpers in his mouth. 

His tongue tangled with yours as your nails continue biting into his skin deliciously, both of you just moaning together, you’re able to join in again, gaining just enough lucidity, you start rocking your hips again, his cock sliding back and forth inside you, grinding against every spot as you moan, his hands teasing your tits as your clit rubs on his pelvis deliciously, you starts fucking yourself on him harder, impaling yourself on his hard cock you can't stop moaning with every thrust he indulges you with. 

He breaks the kiss resting his fuzzy warm screen on you with less of a glitch than usual... The new liquid cooling system clearly doing its job. 

“Vox.” You Moan desperately, causing another slight glitch at the sound of your strained exquisite whine. 

Bathing in his blue light, keening and arching your back, you press your tits into his hands more firmly, your own hands coming behind you to grip his knees making you both moan as the angle reveals the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you with every roll of your hips and thrust of his. 

Your stomach bulges out slightly from the angle too and Vox rests one hand right over the top groaning as he feels himself inside you. You sob slightly as you can feel him on both sides of the partition, the intensity overwhelming as his pace increases incrementally, as your heat burns with such an intensity you fear you might black out, your whole-body trembling, so very turned on both of you can only make sounds of pleasure for a time. 

Wet flesh slapping wet flesh, gasps and moans, and hisses filling the air. 

Vox ramps up the tension once more, his thumb rubbing against your needy swollen clit like a balm and a fire all at once, especially when, with a cheeky grin he sends a little zap through his finger, making you cry out and suddenly get thrown over the edge violently. 

His arm winds around your back swiftly as you nearly slip from your precarious perch, your whole body convulses, cunt clenching rhythmically as he speeds up his thrusts, holding you close, fucking into you, the squirting spraying out of your cunt with every pulsation utterly drenching him below the waist and up his stomach, but he doesn’t cease his brutal thrusting, making a mess everywhere in the process. 

Vox presses your limp body against him, cradling you to his chest, arms wrapped around your back holding your body tight, his strong biceps bulging, his thrusts reach such a speed and intensity even in your boneless state all you can do is moan and take him, every thrust ruining you, bringing the heat right back to your core just as only he knows how. 

“Fuck yeah Babydoll, such a good little pet for me, so fucking perfect, as usual... Gonna make you cum one more time, you will won’t you? Just for me pet I know you want to, you’d do anything for my cock wouldn’t you? Even when I can’t give you anything back, that’s how badly My Doll wanted me. Come on love take it. Fuuucck you feel so good on my cock, I’d fucking live like this if you’d let me!” 

Vox babbles desperately into your hair as he fucks and fucks and fucks into you, growling in frustration trying to hold back his own release, he stands up his hips never faltering their pace, fucking up into you as you reflexively wrap your legs around his waist.

Vox uses a bolt of electricity that goes through both of your bodies making you both moan as your sex burns and throbs again, right back to the beginning again, desperately needing to cum, almost like you hadn’t already had such a mind-blowing orgasm, if it wasn’t for the sheer exhaustion and pleasure humming through your veins already that is. 

You find out why the sudden change of scenery as you’re pressed down onto the now reclined and vacant chair, and that does it, he uses his weight as the driving force behind his forceful thrusts now, jamming his cock inside you so forcefully you can’t breathe. 

You whine and moan, so loud his sound receptors ring, oh and such delicious sounds escaping you indeed, he can’t get enough as you twitch and pulse around him once more so rapidly too, his smug grin stretching his face as he observes your utter debauched state, taking his time to appreciate the sight of you so undone. 

“Yes Doll that’s right, do it for me, you know just how to respond to your Master now don’t you, be a good little slut and cum for me again so I can fill up your pretty, tight, perfect little cunt! You want my cock even when I’m not awake, will you can have it in abundance Doll, take it anytime anywhere, as long as you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.” 

He moans biting your collarbone this time when your back arches enough to give his bulky head access, rutting into you with abandon, he pinches your clit with another zap to drive your over the edge once more as you scream his name, your cunt pulsing and spasming. 

The ecstasy is so good... Too good, even as you feel more squirt surge and flood from your intense release and Vox bury his huge cock as deep inside you as possible, bottoming out, balls slapping your arse, you black out, the sight of his screen glitching burned into your retinas. 

Coming round to him still pulsing and gently thrusting inside you, feeling the last vestiges of him flooding inside you, you moan. 

“Ah you’re back” Vox says, looking incredibly smug, “think it was about time you had a turn at that.” 

You can’t help but laugh and it makes him moan, spasm and glitch as it makes you clench around his sensitive cock. 

“Uno reverse” you cackle a little out of it as you somehow manage to taunt yourself, his laughter joining in with yours at the silly joke. 

Pulling out of you for his own insanity while laughing along with you, kissing you soundly, his chuckling soon stops, pride and desire in his eyes as he looks at your flushed messy state, his seed dripping from your well used cunt. 

“Fuck Babydoll, I fucking love you.” Vox whispers against your lips, pressing his screen to your forehead, the warmth not as much as you were used to after a session. 

“I love you too Vox.” 

Peeling off his shirt and wrapping you in it, pulling up his trousers and buttoning them loosely, belt still hanging, he scoops you up in his strong arms, cradling you making you feel so safe and small, ready to take you to give you some well earned pampering, work can suck it for a day, he’d take tomorrow off. His queen has earned his time in spades. 

You both share another slow loving kiss, he uses the opportunity in your distraction to use his disorienting powers to zip you both through the electricity circuits, to his room, so you both don’t get seen in such a state. Giving you a chance to recover from the transport he knows you dislike, with a playful grin he drops you down on the soft bed, you huff a laugh again at his joyful antics, quickly getting over the travel. 

Vox’s mood is clearly very high right now, you shiver as the throbbing ache between your thighs and weakness on your legs reminds you why, you almost moan from the memory alone, you can’t believe he fucked you so good you passed out, you’ll have to be careful of that in the future now, considering he was usually the victim there you can foresee how much he’s going to enjoy making you do that again, and again. 

Vox gives you another soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheeks before he goes to run a bath for you both, returning with two glasses of champagne, you accept your glass with a word of gratitude and sip delicately as he downs his, eyeing you hungrily again, a shiver running up your spine at the predatory look in his eyes. 

“Haven’t you had enough?” You tease almost nervously. 

“Of you my delicate little Flower... Never... I could never get enough of you. Hell, now that I’ve had these upgrades I want to see if we can go all night, I want to test my limits!” Vox says making you shiver as his eyes go hooded and his voice deepens sensually. “And yours.” He growls, nipping at your ear as your whole body erupts in goosebumps. 

“But first...” Vox scoops you up, his voice lighter again, kissing you, he carries you to the bath, waiting for you to discard his shirt so he can place you gently in the warm water, as you sink into the bubbles they make you moan at the relief on your sore and pulled muscles and aching core, you see another flash of hunger on Vox’s face. 

You watch him greedily as he discards the small amount of clothing left on him as your eyes drink in his sexy body, finally getting a chance to appreciate the sight you’d never get tired of seeing. 

He slides into the bathtub behind you, he sits massaging your neck and you feel a twitch behind you, thumping into your back, you moan knowing exactly what it is. 

“Already?” You chuckle. 

“What can I say my pretty little Petal, you’re so fucking sexy.” Vox purrs, two claw tipped fingers tilting your face up to his as he devours your mouth once more, his tongue filling your mouth as you both give as good as you get. 

“Don’t worry Pet, I’ll be more gentle from now on, don’t want to break my Babydoll after all.” Vox smiles, peppering your face with kisses. 

“So, what do you say Love, ready for another round? Think you can handle all of this now?” Vox’s grin is so sharp, so deadly, so enticing, you almost moan just from the sight, his arrogance palpable, you can tell he’s still so absolutely pleased with himself for the state he put you in earlier. 

“How’s a girl to refuse?” You grin in return, trying to match his teasing. 

“Fuck Vox you’re so sexy too you know.” You throw his own words back at him making him kiss you again enthusiastically, his hips jerking up and you feel his cock rub up your spine. 

“I like this upgrade!” 

[jhdyuiee]

Can’t Wait

* ˚ ✦ pairing: HUSBAND!jaehyun x WIFE!y/n

* ˚ ✦ warnings/tags: smut!, fluff, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, wife, darling), breeding (jaehyun & reader want to have another child), kissing/making out, multiple orgasms, spanking, dirty talk, breast play, cursing

* ˚ ✦ w.c: 1.6k

* ˚ ✦ a.n: HAPPY ONE YEAR TO THIS BLOG ☺️☺️. i didn’t know it’d been a year alrdy, so i wrote this one as a celebration! hope u enjoy 🤍 jiji

“I’m home,” Jaehyun said softly, as he came through our shared bedroom door.

“Long day?” I asked, as he unbuttoned his white collared shirt.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, coming closer to where I sat on our bed. He placed both of his arms on either side of me and leaned in to peck my forehead. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. “The little one sleeping?” he asked.

“Yeah, I put him down a while ago.” It’d been almost a year since I given birth to our first child, but part of me has been aching to have another one lately. I don’t know whether to blame it on my hormones or not, but whatever it was it wouldn’t go away.

I wanted Jaehyun, I wanted to feel him in me, feel his hot white seeds filling me up.

‘Shit. Calm down Y/N.’

“Everything fine?” he asked, looking at me worried. “H-Huh? Ye-Yeah, just lost in thought,” I said, lowly.

I hadn’t expressed to Jaehyun this new desire of mine. In truth I was afraid, afraid he’d feel forced to say yes or something of the sort. The last thing I needed was for him to not love me anymore. I felt selfish. It felt ugly.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re fine Y/N,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I know when something’s up, so tell me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

I sighed, “Jae, what if we-“ I paused. “What if we have another child,” I blurted out.

His stoking stopped, replaced with an unreadable expression. ‘I knew it, maybe he didn’t like the idea-‘

“Really!” he said, rather surprised.

I shyly nodded. “Are you serious right now Y/N? You do know what you’re asking for right now.”

“Yes, I'm aware. Yes I want another child, I want to have another one of your children jae,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“But if you do-“ I was cut off by Jaehyun when he slammed his lips against mine. He kissed me with intensity, passion, and love. I melted into his kiss, into him. “You taste so good, smell so good,” he muttered as his lips tugged on my bottom lip. Then traveling down to my jaw, neck, shoulders, collarbone, nipping and sucking on my skin. I let out soft moans whenever he’d sink his teeth into my skin, so good.

“Tell me wife, tell me you want me to make you a mommy again,” he said against my skin.

“God- yes please. I want you.”

Before I knew it my nightgown was thrown somewhere in the room along with his clothes and our underwear. He sat me against his chest, opening my legs up. He slid his right hand down my body, tugging my nipple, tracing against my stomach, and brushing against my wet cunt.

“Already so wet, baby,” he chuckled against my neck. His fingers slowly rubbed my cunt, until one finger intruded inside me. The wet squelching sound could be heard as it bounced off the walls.

“So good,” I moaned.

Later another finger dipped inside, then another. I was squirming under his touch, the rapid pace of his fingers, the sounds coming out of me, and his small grunts. Fuck. It was all too good.

I tightened around his fingers. “Cum around my fingers,” he whispered in my ear and with one pinch to my clit, I came.

Resting my head against his shoulder, my chest heaving trying to regain some oxygen.

“Fucked already,” he smirked. He laid me on our bed, coming closer and his cock already hard and oozing with precum, as it rested against his stomach.

He dove down, taking my breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue on my nipple. “Can’t wait to see your breast all nice and swollen again,” he said, pinching my other nipple. He continued licking and sucking my breast, alternating between the two. “Have em’ leaking with milk,” he bit down on my nipple. “Ah-“ I quietly screamed. I couldn’t ignore the aching in cunt anymore, I wanted him in me now.

“Fuck… me… please,” I whimpered.

He chuckled, pulling away from my breast. “Anything for you my wife.”

He opened my legs, rubbing himself against my wetness, coating it. His tip pushed past my slick at a slow pace, yet stretching me out nicely.

“Fuck. How are you still so tight?” He grunted. The more his cock went in, the more moans slipped out of me. “You take me so well don’t you? Made for me darling,” he said, throwing his head back and strongly gripping my hips.

“J-Jae,” I yelled, but he clamped a hand over my mouth. “Shh, quite now baby, the little one’s asleep remember.”

I mumbled an incoherent, “okay” against his hand. Once it was fully inside, he began thrusting inside me at an unbearably slow pace, I wanted more, more rough.

Taking my hand against the one against my mouth, I moved it. “Fa-Faster please Jae,” I pleaded with the man above. He smirked down at me, grabbing my leg and holding it against his shoulder. He was deeper, hitting my g-spot more. Yes. I chanted his name like it was the only word I knew.

His thrusts more erratic and rough. I could feel as the knot in my stomach threatened to release. I unconsciously tightened around him, causing a soft moan to erupt from him.

“Shit. Cummin’ already?” He teased, bringing his thumb to vigorously rub my clit. “Yes. Just like that Jae… Fuck.”

With a slight adjustment in angle, I came. My eyes shut and my back arched, Jaehyun didn’t stop though. He kept going at it—perhaps with even more intensity—fucking me through my orgasm.

“Fuck. So tight, you’ll have me cumming in no time.” One thrust, then two, three, four, and five until he came inside me. His hot white seeds filling me up.

“Take it all, you wanted it after all,” he said, still thrusting as he stuffed me full of his cum.

“Ye-Yes, give it to me,” I mumbled, already so tired when he finally slipped out of me.

His eyes looked down at me, “Oh wife, don’t think we’re done here. You know I won’t stop until I’m sure I leave you nice and stuffed with my cum.” He swiftly flipped me over, my ass on full display. Slap. His hand collided against my ass. Slap. Another one and then another. Each slap eliciting a moan or his name from my mouth.

When he finally stopped, he gently caressed where he’d slapped me and started pushing himself into me again. His hands rested on my ass as he thrusted in me, not slowing down. “Gonna take it all again, right baby.”

“Y-Yes I’ll be nice and full with your baby,” I replied, earning a satisfied groan. With another slap to my ass, and an involuntary clench to his cock, we came. White painting my walls again, but I knew now it was far from over yet.

Jaehyun continued fucking me until dawn, stopping only to catch our breaths. If I wasn’t pregnant by the end of this I would burn the world.

He patted my stomach, “Now you’re nice and full aren’t you my precious wife.”

I grumbled, “You got too carried away, Jae.” He laughed, pulling me into his chest. He stroked my hair, his touch so soft and warm, a complete opposite of how he was earlier.

“I love you,” he said, pecking the top of my head.

“I love you too,” I muttered before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

1 month later.

I sat on top of the toilet seat, shaking my leg uncontrollably. I was nervous, nervous at the result of the pregnancy test in my hands.

After missing my menstrual cycle and feeling awfully sick as of late, I decided to take a test. No one was home, Jaehyun was off at work and our child, Yejun, was off with his grandparents.

Endless useless thoughts flowed through my head, like ‘What if I’m not pregnant?’ As the 3 minutes approached I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer.

3…2…1…

Positive.

“I-I’m pregnant…” I muttered, resting my hand over my lips. Tears erupting from my eyes, I’m pregnant I’m pregnant I’m pregnant.

“Wife?” yelled out Jaehyun’s voice. My eyes widened, ‘Why was he home so early…’

I quickly got up from the seat, unlocking the bathroom door and stuffing the test under some towels.

“Jae? Home already,” I said, walking towards him.

“Mm, I just had a meeting and then was let go,” he said, resting himself on my shoulder.

“Something wrong?” I asked. “No, I just missed you,” he said, nipping at my neck. “You smell good Y/N.” He traveled his mouth more up, until he reached my mouth.

I was lost in our kiss, I’d forgotten about the elephant in the room. “Mmm- wai-wait Jae,” I pulled away.

He groaned. “We can’t Jae.”

“Why not?” he asked.

I hesitated a bit, ‘Should I tell him, Should I not?- Ugh, whatever he’d come to find out sooner or later.’

I backed away, walking back towards the bathroom, I grabbed the test from the towels and walked back to Jaehyun.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and he looked at me suspiciously yet complied. “This probably isn’t the best way to announce this, but… well first open your eyes.”

He fluttered his eyes open, pregnancy test resting on my palms. His eyes widened, surprise and shock plastered all over his face.

“Yo-You’re pregnant…” he said, coming out a whisper.

I nodded my head, holding back more tears. “You’re gonna be a dad again,” I said, embracing my arms around him. He wasted no time pulling me in closer.

It felt as though time had stopped, it was just the two of us. The two of us in each other’s warm embrace, celebrating the new life coming into our lives.

“Thank you Y/N,” he whispered into my ear. “I love you my wife.”

© jhdyuiee

2024.02.24

final a.n: hii!! jiji back, this fic was a quick write and a commemoration for the one year of this blog! i didn’t know it’d been a year alrdy, time sure does fly. anyways i gotta admit i had writers block the whole week, but my writing it starting to flow back, so don’t worry everyone! mouth to a flame pt. 2 will be out hopefully soon, but with school being a pain in the ass it might get delayed by a week or two :(( . anyhow, let’s brighten up && be happy! have a wonderful weekend and week!! i love u all && stay safe out there, jiji out 🤍

[everyonewooeverywhere]

hongjoong thots pls 🫴

hmmmm so many 😔😔

i’ve been an absolute fiend for studio sex with barefaced hongjoong hmmmmn 😖

like fuckkkkk me what is wrong with him???

i wanna fuck the stress out of him so bad. massage his shoulders because he’s really tense and kiss his neck because it makes him feel better.

let him keep working while you suck him off. but he’s so easily distracted (you’re just too good 😌). he’ll tangle a hand in your hair and have his other hand over his mouth trying go keep himself quiet.

he’d probably want you to cockwarm him too if we’re being honest. he says it’s because it’s less distracting and he can still work while being intimate. but you’re an attention whore (or at least i am 😚) so you keep him VERY distracted from work. scratching his scalp with your nails as you play with his hair. softly kissing his jaw and neck and ears. whimpering softly every time your near his ear. you slowly unbutton his shirt a bit too. massaging his chest and kissing his collarbone too.

he doesn’t last very long and throws you onto the couch and rails you from behind 🙂👍

[francixoxoxo]

Based off this from @panickingstudent2 !!

Billy would come home from work like that, definitely all sweaty and dirty and that’s already enough to make you die! But then he’s got the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up over his forearms, and you just. Can’t stop staring. And he’d notice, maybe he’s just sitting at the table and drinking some water after a long day and your eyes are fixed on his chest and neck. Billy’d grin, cocking a brow and jesting, “Eyes up here?”

“Were you— uh, were you walking around all day like that?” You swallowed hard, looking up to meet his eyes with a flush to your cheeks. Billy looks down at himself and shrugs. “Dunno. Probably.”

You stand up from the table, moving twixt his spread legs and your hands going to his collar. He stares up at you, assuming you’re gonna fix it for him, but you just unbutton the next one and sigh softly. “You look hot.”

Billy can’t help laughing as he pulls you into his lap, your knees bracing his hips. “That’s all you needed t���get worked up, hon? Some collarbone?”

You huff indignantly, but instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders. “No…” Billy lifts a brow. “Well, and some sweat.” You giggled a little, Billy’s large palms rubbing up and down your thighs. He’s grinning up at you, chuckling at your words and pressing a kiss to your jaw. His lips trail down your neck, to what little of your collar was exposed by your blouse.

Billy stood to his feet, his hands splayed under your ass to hold you up. You don’t have to look over your shoulder to know he’s taking you to your bedroom .He relishes in the surprised giggle that bubbles from you, grunting against your lips in the aftermath of a bruising kiss, “Duly noted.”

Coryo would probably in a rush if he forgot to button his collar, or stressed over paperwork. I’m thinking politician!Coryo, at his desk in the late hours of the night, sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar unbuttoned and tie loosened. He’s just gotta finish drafting this bill, then he can come lay in bed with you. That’s what he promised— and it’s been two hours already.

So you’re sitting in a chaise in his office, reading a book you found in the room’s shelves. You steal a glance at him, then another, just to be sure you were seeing what you were seeing. Another, another, and another, until you were full-fledged staring at Coryo’s collar, his forearms, the concentration in his furrowed brow and the muss of his blonde curls, the day’s hair gel worn off.

But he wouldn’t notice, too consumed in his work. So you walk over, padding barefoot across the hardwood (because unlike Coryo, you were ready and waiting for bed!) to his desk. Absentmindedly, he reaches a hand to wrap around you, splaying across the small of your back. He murmurs lamely, “Yes, Darling?”

“Coryo, it’s midnight.” You cooed, unable to tear your eyes away from the exposed skin of his strong forearms and his chest, both tufted with soft blonde hair. You slowly pushed his rolling chair out of the desk, turning it towards you ever so slightly.

Coryo sighs deeply, putting down the pen reluctantly and rubbing his eyes. His other hand comes to your hip, his tired, azure gaze on you as he craned his neck. Perhaps he noticed how intensely your eyes were trained on his collar, because the annoyance on his face melted into something else entirely. Your eyes flicked up to his, full of that familiar lust. Coryo narrowed his eyes, tilting his head just a bit. he didn’t need to utter a word to understand, sighing again and pulling you by the hands on your hips. “Wait here, I’m almost finished.” He promised, bringing you to sit in his lap.

You huffed. Not what you wanted in the slightest, but atleast you were close to him. You rested your ear to his shoulder, the material of his dress-shirt not the worst pillow. But you’d still rather be in bed. Preferably, in bed with Coryo above you, kissing your neck and holding your legs apart—

To ease that want bubbling in your stomach, you pressed your lips to his throat. You thought you heard the pen stop scribbling for a moment. So you did it again, in a new spot, giving the pale skin a little nibble. Leaning away, you couldn’t help be grateful that you hadn’t taken off your day’s makeup— the sight of your red lipstick adorning his neck was thrilling.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Coryo huffed, you shifted back to look at him. The way your hips wiggled on his lap made him let out a poorly-stifled groan. You tangled your fingers in his hair, red acrylics (that he of course paid to have done,) scratching his scalp soothingly. You shrugged, biting your bottom lip slightly.

“You’re sexy when you’re stressed out.” You hummed, pulling him in by the hair for a nearly ravenous kiss that he eagerly returned, dropping his pen again to dig his fingers into the meat of your hips.

All this to say that he’d give his work a bit of a break for tonight.

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Sub Lucifer x Reader

Content: Sub Lucifer x Dom Reader.

Warning(s): Suggestive. No actual smut.

MDNI

Summary: He comes home from work and you corner him cuz you miss him. 👀

Lucifer just gets back home from a meeting or sum. The moment he opens the door and steps in, he lets out a yelp as you crash your lips against his and shove his back against the door. His hat falls off as he drops his cane to wrap his arms around your neck once he registers what's going on. You have one arm around his lower back, pulling him closer to you, and the other moving down his side to his butt, giving a firm squeeze before grabbing his thigh to wrap around your hip.

"How was your day, baby?" You ask as you slowly start take off his coat, pulling his bow tie free, and unbuttoning his vest to kiss around his neck, hand still under his thigh, holding it up around your hip.

"T’was- mnh!," he gasps as you start nibbling on that one spot under his ear that makes him want to cum right then and there, "okay- ngh!"

You blow on the bruise now forming on the spot under his ear, causing him to whine and shiver at the sensation. Sliding his coat off his shoulders, the vest joins it on the floor soon after.

"How did your meeting go?" You whisper in his ear as your lips start to trail kisses down his neck to his collarbone, leaving bruises in their wake, unbuttoning his dress shirt with one hand as the other slides up his thigh to stay on his hip to keep him steady. You place your knee in between his legs to keep him from sliding down the door since you noticed his one leg he was standing on was starting to get shaky.

Lucifer lets out soft gasps and moans at the stimulation, his mouth wide open as he tries to process your question, the task becoming increasingly difficult as you start to grind your knee in between his legs, "I-It hah-," your hand sliding down his chest to tease one of his nipples, "it went- ngh- fine, ahH!" You bite down on his collarbone just as he finished his sentence. He can feel his mind start to fog up from all the pleasure he's receiving. His leg finally gave up as his hold around your neck tightens to keep himself from falling.

"Don't worry," you say with a kiss to his cheek, "I got you, sweetheart," you wrap his other leg around your hip as you shove him up the door. He then guides your face up to his and crashes his lips on yours with a whine, his hands gripping your hair like a lifeline.

You slowly start making your way towards his bed. As you bend down to gently lay him down, he whines as you break the kiss. You unhook his arms from around your neck to intertwine your fingers with his, then pin them next to his head.

"I missed you, y'know," you bring your face into his neck to nuzzle his nape. His smell is as intoxicating as it always was. Apples with a hint of vanilla. You can never get enough of it.

Lucifer sobers up slightly from his lust filled haze as he processes your words. His heart warms at the thought. You were always so good to him. So patient. Never rushed or forced him to do things against his will. Always supported him even through his depression episodes. His eyes fill up with tears, heart feeling so full as he smiles up at you.

"I missed you, too."

You smile down warmly at him. Leaning down to place a loving kiss on his lips. He reciprocates with just as much love and affection if not more.

You pull away a little too soon to his liking, "Let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart," you say as you release one of his hands to caress his cheek. "You deserve it for all your hard work. Don't you agree?" You kiss down his chest towards his stomach.

He looks down at you as he watches how softly and gently you're treating him. Just as you reach his waistband below his belly button, you look up at him. He shivers at the look in your eyes. "Just lay back and relax," you kiss his groin through his pants causing him to let out a hiss, "I'll take care of everything."

He can tell from the look in your eyes alone that he's not getting out of bed tomorrow. He's fucked. Literally.

Enjoy my first attempt at suggestive writing! I think it turned out better than I thought it would.

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[kteezy997]

Daddy's Boy-Part Eight

warnings: smut, brief handjob, unprotected sex, needy sex, dirty talk, cursing, reader getting overheated during sex, tit sucking

You were placed down onto the plush cushion of the expensive couch; Timmy was on top of you. His lips brushed over yours, needy and fiery. You wanted to be sure that this was real, and not another dream. You touched him all over, feeling his back, his shoulders, his arms, and weaving your fingers into his hair. You knew the texture of his curls well.

Softly, he would push his hips against you, between your legs where he nestled himself. He kneaded your hips and the outside of your thighs. He moaned into the crook of your neck. He kissed your collarbone and left little pecks across your chest. You uttered out a soft moan. You felt him smile against your skin.

"I'm sorry to just drop by like this..." you said with Timmy sucking on your neck, "I just wanted to be with you. I need you. I don't care about anything else right now."

"No," he answered, "don't be sorry. I'm so fucking happy you're here." He took ahold of your jaw, kissing you with a hunger you had never known before. "I need you too." he said in a breathy whisper.

You felt him rubbing himself against you. It was like he was fucking you already. He moved his hips desperately, as if you weren't burdened by clothing.

"We need these off." he declared, unbuttoning your pants, hurriedly.

You took it upon yourself to help him take his jacket off in between him pulling your pants off each of your legs. You tossed his jacket aside, then made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. You put your hands on his bare abdomen, and Timmy freed himself from the shirt sleeves.

His skin was as soft as it ever was, but he was a little thicker now, and more muscular. It had been over three years since you'd been intimate with him, and he was bound to change as he got older. He'd also filmed Dune: Part Two, which required a lot of strength and athleticism on his part. He looked incredible. Looking at his body made your mouth water.

You heard his shirt hit the floor, and his lips were on you again. He ran his hands down your body, skimming over your legs. He parted your thighs, and you shuddered as you heard his fly open. He shifted a tiny bit, to push his pants down further. You looked down and saw him. His cock was hard, and you so badly wanted it inside of you.

You caught his cock in your grasp, Timmy moaned softly. He looked into your eyes; his curls tried hiding his own. You pumped his length for a few seconds, making him say, "Yeah just like that, baby." under his breath. You removed your hand only to moisten it with your tongue. You grabbed his cock again, but this time giving it a gentle tug, enough to pull Timmy on top of you.

He chuckled, "Damn, you're as desperate as I am." He leaned down to kiss you again, letting his cock rest between your folds. In a devilish attempt to tease you, he rocked his hips, making his tip glide of your clit. He moaned in your mouth as your body tensed against him. He knew what he was doing.

You took a hold of his hair, pulling and making him groan in pain, but pleasure took over as his cock entered you. You moaned together in unison. He slid in slowly, sinking all the way to his balls, deep inside you. You loved feeling so full. You imprisoned him, tucking your legs around his waist.

Timmy hissed between his teeth as he felt your walls clenching him. Sinful wet sounds filled the air. You put your arms around his neck. The two of made out, moaning like animals in heat.

His thighs slapped against you, and he held your arms down to fuck you hard. The pleasure was overwhelming, you were hot and couldn’t catch your breath.

“Timmy, stop, please stop for second.”

He stilled himself, looking in your eyes, “Do you need me to pull out? Are you okay?” he petted your hair.

“No, no. Keep it in. Feels good. I just need a minute to breathe.”

“Okay.” he whispered, keeping still, not getting too close so you could get air. He gently pushed your hair out of your face, brushing it away.

You inhaled, filling your lungs with air and regaining your breath. “Okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” Timmy asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

……..

His noises were intoxicating to you. You nearly came by just watching him hold you down and buck into you. His chest and ab muscles flexing as his cock pumped in and out. He looked down between you, moaning, “Ughh-ha.”

You felt his cock leave your pussy, you moaned in anticipation of its return.

He watched his cock plop onto your folds, like he was amazed, "Fuck, you're so wet, you turn me on so much."

You pulled him by the waist, forcing his cock back in you.

Timmy was in sync with you, moving his hips as soon as he was in your pussy again. He bit his lip, "I've been thinking about you a lot." he whispered, hovering just above your face.

You caressed his face with your hand. You were ready to admit everything, “Me too. I had a dream about you the night you stayed over."

His eyes widened, "Really? You should have told me." He paused, now it was him caressing your cheek, "I would have made it come true." he shook his head, softly thrusting his cock in and out, "Fuck, I should have just gone to your room."

You placed your hands on his ass, "Yes." then you pushed him deeper inside your pussy, grunting, you added, "Maybe you should have."

He made an animalistic noise, his entire face scrunched up intensely. He understood what you needed in that moment, and he thrusted faster and harder, holding you tighter.

"Oh my- Yes! Yes! Timmy...fuck." you cried, running our hands through his hair, feeling the dampness on his scalp as he had been coated in sweat.

"Fuck." he breathed out, not stopping, but he pulled your shirt up over your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, as you were just relaxing at home before this. You felt the cool air on your breasts, your nipples got hard instantly. He leaned down, taking a tit in his mouth as if you had milk in there and he was dying of thirst.

"Ahhh." you moaned. You muttered his name over and over.

Timmy held your breasts in his hands, sucking each one, licking around the bud, flicking his tongue over your nipples, making you writhe with pleasure, and buck your own hips against him.

You took the Lord's name in vain once more, and added, "I'm gonna come." you were panting like a whore.

Timmy moved back kneeling and sitting back on his knees, know he could still see your face, but also watch his cock wreck your pussy. He was hot, sweaty, he winced, "I think about this every night. I've fucking missed this. Come for me, love."

With a loud moan, you whined, "I wanna come on your cock, Timmy!” and your body convulsed, you felt your cum spirting out on his cock, probably getting everywhere, but you were too in a daze to notice.

Timmy let out a deep, guttural moan, pulled his cock out, dripping in your arousal and cum mixed together. With just a couple of pumps of his hand, ropes of his sperm were sprayed onto your stomach, creating several puddles. He leaned against the back of the couch draining his cock of every drop, slowly jerking it.

You both stayed in place, catching your breaths.

Timmy got on top of you, obviously not caring about the cum he was smearing between your bodies. "I'll make love to you in bed properly the next time, I promise." He almost sounded sorry about the hasty fuck on the couch. He gave you a chaste kiss and intertwined his fingers into yours.

"Hmm." you cooed, smiling at him. "That's fine. Or maybe I'll just break the couch while I'm riding you."

He shook his head, hardly believing the words coming out of your mouth, but he was loving it. "Fuck, yes please." he replied, pulling you into a more passionate kiss.

……

He made good on his promise, and you made love in his cozy, King-sized bed; naked and totally vulnerable to one another under his luxurious bedsheets. Slow movements, with sweet kisses and soft whispers into your ear. “I’m so happy to be with you.” he’d say, or “My baby momma is so beautiful.” along with, “Your pussy feels like heaven, just like I remember."

You didn't know you could feel this happy. Not since being apart from him. Timmy made everything so much brighter and warmer, just like his son did. You felt so loved and desired, which was a feeling you didn't know if you'd ever get to indulge in again.

You slept so soundly, not waking during the night at all. You were all wrapped up in his arms, you felt safe and comfy as you fell asleep to the sound of him breathing.

The morning after when you woke up, fresh dark roasted coffee was the first thing that came to your senses. You saw the sun shining and the birds chirping outside Timmy's bedroom window, and you felt so peaceful as you woke. He brought a mug with steam coming out of the top and sat it on the bedside table next to your head. It smelled absolutely divine.

Divine was also the way you would describe him at that moment. Shirtless with gray sweats on his bottom half that left nothing to the imagination, and his hair was still messy from last night. You made a mental note to comb your fingers through his curls to refresh them and make them look a little better. But then again, Timmy always looked great, even disheveled.

You made no attempt to hide the smirk on your face as you checked him out, sitting up and grabbing your coffee from the nightstand.

"Don't look at me like that." he said. He was leaning slightly with his hand on the top of the table.

"I'm not looking at you in any special way. That's how I always look when someone brings me coffee." you teased, grinning at him before bringing the warm mug up to your lips, careful not to burn yourself as you took a sip.

"If I catch you looking at a barista that way, you're in trouble." Timmy replied, standing straight then bending to kiss you on the forehead. "I laid out some pajamas for you to put on, so get to it, and bring your coffee. I wanna show you something."

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Peace

An: I’m a tiny bit feral right now so this is very lovey dovey fluff. I hope you enjoy because i loved writing it

Pairing: Spencer x gn!reader

Content warning: Honestly none. Prob the fluffiest thing I’ve written.

Word count: 804

Summary: Spencer comes home from a long case and is very clingy. 

This case made for the new record of how long you and Spencer had been away from each other since you got together- exactly 17 days, 6 hours, 15 minutes, and 4 seconds. Not that he was counting. (He was)

As he leaned back on the plush seats of the jet, he couldn’t even focus his brilliant mind long enough to read a book. He had his head leaning on one of his hands, staring out the window, and subconsciously counting down the seconds until you were in his arms again. Most everyone else on the team was either asleep or too preoccupied with their own things to notice the giddy grin on his face or the vague blush across his cheeks. All but JJ. It didn’t take a profiler to see the heart eyes he had just thinking about you. But as much as she wanted to say something, she just couldn’t bring herself to disturb the peaceful state he seemed to be in. After such a long and harrowing case, she was just glad to see that her friend had found some sort of peace-you. 

By the time he does show up at your shared apartment, it was long past the time you would have usually gone to sleep. So, he very slowly unlocks the door and steps in, trying to be as quiet as possible, until he hears motion from the direction of the bedroom. You were already in pajamas and had been sitting up in bed waiting for him, not being able to sleep from the sheer excitement of seeing him again. You rush over to his larger frame and gently cup his face in your hands, almost inspecting him to check for damage. You knew that his soul was weighing heavy, but he wasn’t going to open up about it now. Secretly, he was a very quiet man. It was the same every time he got home. He went from the young genius, who could ramble on for hours and hours if you let him, to your very quiet and soft-spoken partner. He just needed you, in any and every way someone could need another person. He had yearned for the softness of you, the way your lips gently brushed against his as you held his face. The way your fingers brushed through his long hair, raking it from his hairline to the back of his head. The way your arms enveloped him in the warmth and comfort he hadn’t received in weeks.

Slowly, you start leading him back to your bedroom. He was so clearly exhausted, physically and mentally. It was silent between the two of you, but it was comforting. You both had this unspoken language between you, you knew exactly what he needed. You help him take off his tie, unbuttoning his work shirt. Once it was off and neatly put aside, you slid your hands over the smooth skin of his shoulders, down to his chest. It was a chaste act, like you want to commit him to memory after he had been away for much, much longer than you’d like. He sighed, seemingly letting out a breath he had been holding in for lord knows how long. His head dips, his soft pink lips falling to the top of your head. The room was dark, only the small lamp by your bedside lit. It illuminated you both as you ran your fingers along his face, down to his collarbone. 

By the time you get him down to his boxers, he’s basically half asleep in your arms. You both silently decide that was good enough as you guide him to your bed. As he lays down, he immediately settles into the soft foam and pillows. It was much more comfortable than the tiny motel bed he had been sleeping in for almost 18 days. You pull the covers over you both, and he seems to immediately cuddle up to your side, his face nuzzled deeply into your neck. His warm breath fanned over your skin, which was weirdly comforting. You turn your head to press a final kiss to the forehead of your already drifting-off boyfriend, in the now completely pitch black of your room.

“Love you.” You mumble into his skin, relishing in the feeling of his arms around you as your own eyes closed.

“Love you…” He hums, feeling one hundred percent peace.

He would finally get the night of sleep he needed, where he didn’t have to worry about being woken up at any hour because another body was found. (Well, one could hope at least.) And you would finally get the night of sleep you needed, where your hearts seemed to beat in sync and you finally didn’t have to worry about his safety-because he was right there in your arms.

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Captain Hook x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Hook wakes up before dawn and he tries not to wake you up too, he does, but you're just such a pretty picture in his 🛏🛏🛏 xx

Warnings: I think he has a bit of somnophilia kinkiness in him- but don't worry, he would wake you up before doing anything. He's a gentleman. He does stare at you though and give you some affections like cuddling, cheek stroking, and a kiss while you sleep though. It is also evident that some hanky panky occurred earlier. Unedited.

Tagging: @stareena Hey! I'm not sure if you wanted this version of Captain Hook or the animated one- but just let me know! ^^

The waters were in good spirits this morning, not flat and still like a corpse but not raging like a furious school teacher either. The ship rocked gently with its waives, so if he weren't a seaman then Captain Hook would feel sick- luckily, he was an experienced seaman and he enjoyed the soft rolling. He stood and walked on it easy, following the movements with an ease you only get out of years of experience.

Years of experience that also lead him to getting up at unholy hours of the morning every bloody day, even when he didn't need to. Even when he didn't want to. When he would do anything to just be asleep curled around his darling; still slumbering in his bed, their body naked except for the throws and furs that adorn his four-poster-cot. But no, though, his body clock had long since been taught that 4 hours past midnight was his morning. And he had to listen. It was in his blood.

So, yes, it was unfortunate that he was awake and dressed, not still naked himself feeling his sweet beauty's soft skin on his this morning. But the view he had, standing at the end of the bed, was almost as magnificent. Almost.

You really were the most marvelous treasure he ever found,.. he thought, smirking down at you nuzzling a cushion. Incredibly beautiful, over worldly sexy,.. unfairly adorable. Here you were, just sleeping peacefully in his chambers, after a long exhausting night between the cot and his hips (Admittedly, he was unrelenting last night- and deserve this rest now), and here we was... ridiculously aroused.

God- how do you do it?

Rolling his eyes upwards, Hook shakes his head and tries to just leave the room- go out onto deck and boil himself a tea and just enjoy the quiet morning and the magnificent sea- but the thought of you stops him at the door. Slowly he leans back from the doorway and turns back, gazing at you again.

"... oh, pull yourself together James. You had them a matter of hours ago." He mutters, chastising himself. Again, he tries to leave; reaching for the doorhandle and wrapping his good hand around it.

Then he's slowly letting it go again, and sighing. He has never had enough, not of you. That's clear. And well... the men are all asleep. If there were ever a time for him to devote himself to you, it was now.

He takes off his feathered hat and unbuttons his red coat on the way to the bed, before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead so soft you could mistake it for a brush of butterflies wings if you were awake. "My dear, you are just irresistible." Hook tells you quietly, as if explaining himself as the coat comes off his shoulders and he lays it at the end of the bed. Then he takes off his heeled boots, hanging over your dozing body. "Completely unfair, I must say... "

With his shirt and his pants still on, he slips back into bed; leaning against the headboard with the intention to stroke your hair and watch you rest for a while longer. When you instinctually, in your sleep, curl into him so your head rests on his chest and your hand slips over his opposite shoulder a slow smirk spreads across his face. Oh dear... "I suppose I'm not the only one who cant get enough, hmm?... "

While you continue to sleep, now nuzzling his collarbone instead of the cushion, Hook uses the tip of his namesake weapon to remove some hair from your face that was tickling your nose and becomes entranced with your sleeping face as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles.

Your delicate eyelids fluttering every now and then, your nose sometimes scrunching up, your pretty lips looking unfairly unkissed... He is besotted. Absolutely infatuated. He wants you forevor.

And he wants to kiss you. Your lips just look so perfect; soft and parted ever-so-slightly. He had kissed them for hours the previous evening, felt your tongue intimately with his, but he suddenly feels like he hasn't felt your lips for centuries. He misses your kiss desperately.

"Hmmm... " Could he manage it?... without waking you?... Spreading his own lips into a thoughtful grimace, Hook watches you needfully for a few torturous, thought provoking moments.

... perhaps... if he is particularly carefully with you,..

Ah. He cant help himself. He is a pirate, after all~ Stealing a few kisses now and then is the least he can do.

So, smirking shortly, Captain Hook leans down over your face. His hook trails soothingly down the side of your face, tracing your jaw until it reaches your chin; there it slips underneath and tilts your head gently up towards him. He can feel your slow, hot sleeping breaths on his face and he doesn't even care about your morning breath- you're far too perfect for him to ever mind something as silly as your simple human bodily functions.

Finally he feels your perfect, sweet, unmoving lips under his own. Its an odd sensation, kissing someone so unresponsive, but since its you he enjoys it anyway. He even tastes you, swiping a tongue across your bottom lip so so softly before pulling back again; satisfied. "... as suspected, my dear. You are utterly flawless, always."

When suddenly your hands glide up his chest to his neck and you guide him right back down to your, now quite responsive, waiting mouth- Hook is surprised but not displeased at all as he gives in to your sleepy request. Evidently his kiss woke you, but you aren't displeased he sees. Your lips move slowly, passionately against his and your tongue languidly glides over his; kissing him in a quiet, very exhausted, almost filthy way that has him hard again almost instantaneously.

When you release him again after a few lovely moments, your beautiful eyes crack open a little and you give him a worn-out smile. "... couldn't get enough?" Your voice cracks, from all the moaning and begging the evening before, but you're intent as ever. Oh, you are his north star, definitely. He loves you so much.

So, of course the answer is no- "Never, my dear."

"... be gentle with me."

"I promise."