#sticking his hands under your shirt to fondle you n shit

[iwaasfairy]

Okay but imagine if it was incel nii-chan or uncle (i haven't gotten over that one yet) gojo. How worse would he be 😭

I genuinely genuinely had to hold off on immediately turning it into cest when I gOt thAT ASK KFNFJFJJFJF but since you’re giving me a platform!!

Absolutely!!! Satoru nii as an incel would work soooo well brrrbbrrrrrrrr he’s just like a nasty guy, he’s mean, he’s impatient— and worst of all he thinks you owe him the right of snuggling up on you even tho he’s sweaty and gross and stinks and kissing up on you n shit

Also he doesn’t like women all that much bc he wants them to immediately jump on him even when he’s not willing to put in the least bit of effort. He’s just forced to be around you, that’s the only reason why you even talk to him :/ and he has to go and make stupid shit comments about your body and if you don’t get a boyfriend soon half your eggs will already be dead and you should really just,,, settle already

Preferably with him

Only with him

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: newrelationship!jun, afab reader, smut, semi-public indecency (not rlly but they keep getting interrupted), dry humping, oral (m receiving), mentions of penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2545

a/n: finally wrote something for my love jun :D

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you and jun had only been dating for a total of five weeks (give or take a few days). you had been friends for a few years already, but had both shown subtle interest in one another for a long time. it had been jun who asked you out, showing up at your doorstep a little over a month ago with flowers and a confession to match. needless to say, you had accepted him with open arms, immediately becoming exclusive.

your friends had all been ecstatic at the news, having had to watch the two of you exchange shy glances whenever the other one wasn't looking, and laughing at the green in your faces whenever someone of the opposite sex showed interest in the other.

your newly born relationship had been going amazingly over the past five weeks. having been friends beforehand, it was easy to start at a comfortable place, already knowing all small details about each other. it was also very convenient to share a friend group. it meant neither of you would have to deal with introductions or seeking approval from the other person's loved ones. it was all perfect. except for that one thing.

you loved your friends, you truly did. but they could be a bit much at times. you assumed it must've been due to the pre-existing dynamic they knew between the two of you. they had grown so used to seeing you as friends that they had trouble treating you as more than that. despite fully accepting - and even celebrating - the two of you getting together, their thought process didn't seem to go much further than the simple label of boyfriend and girlfriend. which was probably why they could not allow the two of you any privacy.

you knew they weren't doing in on purpose. there was no reason for them to sabotage you like this. but their timing just kept getting in the way.

it had been three weeks now since you and jun decided to take your relationship a step further. on top of having had an innocent crush on each other for all those months, you had also ... deeper desires than that. for lack of a better term, you'd been wanting to jump each other's bones for a long time now. you'd waited for a respectable number of weeks after becoming official to actually act on your desires, except your friends kept getting in the way. every time you and jun were about to finally get it on, someone always got in the way. just like two weeks ago, when you were sitting on the couch of jun's shared apartment.

it started innocently. you were simply watching a movie together, cuddled up like any lovers would be. until a more sinister idea came to jun's mind. he moved any obstacles aside and started peppering your neck with light kisses, wrapping his hand around your waist as if to move you closer to his side.

you sighed, moving your neck to give him more space, "junnie ..."

"god, you're so pretty ..."

he only kissed you for a bit before you grew too frustrated and decided to take a seat on his lap, now facing him.

"shit. are you sure?"

"yes, junnie," you said as you wrapped his arms around you, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him.

you kissed him, making the kiss immediately heat up by sticking your tongue in his mouth. it didn't take long for him to match your energy, allowing his tongue to dance with yours as you moaned against his mouth. but you wanted more. you started a slow grind against him, enjoying the soft sighs he let out at the feeling of your weight above him. you could already feel his dick hardening under you.

you grabbed his arms and snuck them under your shirt, guiding them to your tits and directing him to play with them. he didn't need much convincing, immediately beginning to fondle your breasts as if his life depended on it, now allowing his hips to cant upwards against your own.

you dry-humped for a while, barely being able to maintain the kiss due to your endless moans and breaths against each other's lips. to any outsider, you would've looked like crazed teenagers whose hormones got the best of them, but you didn't care. the simple feeling of jun against you was already making your eyes roll back, with his hardness hitting right against your most sensitive spots as you ground against each other.

but you still wanted more. you were about to remove your shirt and push jun's plush lips to wrap around your tit when you heard the unlocking for a door accompanied by some voices. quickly, you two separated, making yourselves as presentable as possible, jun placing a pillow on his lap to cover his very noticeable hard-on.

"oh! hi guys. didn't know you were home. what are we watching?" it was soonyoung, accompanied by a much quieter chan trailing behind him. the two of them immediately sat around you and jun, taking the remote from the coffee table to turn up the volume, completely disregarding your privacy. the two of you simply exchanged looks of frustration, knowing you were now stuck in a four-way movie night.

~

the next time had been a bit more private. the two of you were now inside jun's room. this time had been a bit more purposeful. you had come there with one goal in mind. you'd bought yourself time away form his roommates (aka your friends), claiming you'd be watching a movie and napping behind his closed door. you'd even dressed for the occasion, making jun's eyes widen as an audible moan left his mouth the moment you pulled off your shirt to reveal a cute little lacy number you had prepared for him.

"holy fuck. come here," he made grabby hands at you from his bed, practically pulling you into him the moment he caught sight of the pretty lingerie you had worn for him.

you sat comfortably on him, kissing him the moment you were close enough. this kiss grew heated immediately, with jun running his hands up and down your body frantically, wanting to feel every curve and cranny in your skin.

you attempted to overpower him, pushing him down to lay flat on his back as you straddled him, grinding against him at an angle that had him throwing his head back and moaning your name.

"baby .. fuck. don't stop doing that. feels so good."

"but i want more, junnie ..." you pouted at him, making him whine at you.

"more? yeah. i'll give you more, baby. just–"

you didn't give him enough time to finish his sentence before you raised your hips, going straight for his sweats as you lowered them. you directed him to sit against the headboard, dick now out and proud for you to see.

the sight had you salivating. you'd felt it through his clothes multiple times before, but the feeling did not do justice to the sight before you. you were practically cross eyed and drooling at him, having stopped all your movements to simply admire it. you knew what they said about guys with big noses, but you hadn't expected this.

"yah! stop just looking at it!", he broke you out of your trance, embarrassed at your shameless staring.

"sorry, junnie. it's just so ... pretty."

"fuck, don't say that," he pushed his back at the mere compliment, likely feeling aroused from your words.

you had planned to sit on him and have him injure your cervix, but the sight was making you delirious. there was nothing you wanted more in this moment than to have the weight of his cock in your mouth, having the sheer size make you gag against him. so, you neared him, lowering your head slowly as if to give him time to halt your movements if he wished.

you made eye contact as you lowered your head, receiving a subtle nod in affirmation from him before opening your mouth, softly licking at his head. you both sighed at the first contact. him due to the light touch, and you due to the deliciousness of his cock so close to your mouth. you licked lightly at him for a bit, disregarding his whines for more. you licked up and down every vein, and then licked all along the head, sucking softly every once in a while. his mewls for you were making you want nothing more than for jump him and ride him until he cried and pushed you away. but you needed his cock in your mouth first. you finally wrapped your mouth around him, lowering your head as far as you could until he hit the back of your throat. the feeling of him in your mouth made your eyes roll back, with his moans making you have to resist the urge to finger yourself as you sucked his dick.

"b-baby ... fuck. don't stop. feels so fucking good."

he groaned at the feeling of your mouth speed up, his voice getting higher by the minute.

until incessant knocks began to bang against the door.

you yelped and jumped back, wiping your mouth before turning to jun with a questioning glance.

"jun-ah! come on! we're going to a movie. you're the only ones not ready."

jun groaned silently before speaking up, "i have plans, kwan!"

"i didnt ask. come on! just wake y/nie up. we'll be waiting downstairs!"

jun groaned once more, rubbing at his head frustratedly before beginning to get up.

"what? you're actually gonna go?", was he really gonna pass up getting his dick wet to go out with your friends?

"if we don't go they'll know we were doing more than just napping. come on," he wasnt enthusiastic at all about his words, but you still decided to follow him, making yourself as presentable as possible before heading down stairs with the man, matching pouts as neither of you got your fill of each other.

~

the next time was a bit more embarrassing. you hadn't been caught trying to fuck thus far, only ever being interrupted by unsuspecting friends who had no idea you were cursing them under your breaths.

this time, you were at mingyu's cabin. your fourteen member friend group had decided to coop yourselves up in the middle of the woods for a week in order to celebrate the christmas season. there were only five rooms, so the split was pretty even. in a very obvious turn of events, you and jun get paired up together, except since there were only five rooms, you had to welcome an extra roommate; minghao. it was an obvious decision, considering jun and minghao's close friendship and minghao's extremely quiet sleeping habits.

you were not planning on doing anything questionable with jun during your week-long stay, but most things never really go according to plan. you hadn't meant to end up on top of jun at 1:35 in the morning, tongues fighting against each other as you frantically ground against his hardened dick. you also did not plan to do so while an unsuspecting minghao was sleeping one bed over. but you had just been so pent up. and jun just looked so good with his messy blonde hair. you had been set up for failure, really.

"hmm. ba-baby ..." he attempted to pull away, but not really making that much of an effort as his hands were still holding onto your ass, helping you in your humping against him. you were lucky these were air mattresses, unable to make too much noise as you committed indecencies above it.

you ignored his complaints, knowing he wanted you just as badly as you did him. there was no way you'd miss out on his dick yet again. no one, not even your friends, would get in the way of you finally sinking on the delicious size of his member. just the thought of it had you mewling against his mouth, angling your hips so that your clit would receive enough stimulation to make you dizzy.

your clothes were pretty disheveled by now. your tank top had been lowered below your boobs in order to allow jun to play with them to his contentment. your shorts had ridden up due to his hands squeezing your ass every so often. his shirt had been ripped off by you a good while ago. his boxers were the only remaining survivor. you were both in a pretty incriminating state.

"junnie ..." you decided to be a little mean as you whispered against his ear, "want you to fuck me ... cant wait anymore. been aching for you so bad, please ... i'll let you hit it raw, just fuck me."

that seemed to break jun's resolve, as he immediately used his manly strength to separate you and attempt to pin you down under him; attempt being the operative word, as he, quite literally, threw the both of you off the bed. he must've miscalculated your distance from the edge of the bed, causing him to make you fall off the bed before almost landing his entire body weight on top you. as expected, this caused a loud noise to resonate throughout the cabin. it was only a few seconds later til the lights in the room were turned on and a few members started barging in, all wondering what noise had come from this room.

"you ... is she naked?!" it was chan, scandalized at the sight before him. you weren't naked, but you might as well have been as your shorts had ridden up enough to show your ass and your tits were almost in full display (were it not for jun's broad chest standing between you and the boys' line of sight).

"y-you! yah! all of you! stop looking at her! get out!", jun barked at them, who had all been standing near the door staring down at you two in shock. he then turned to minghao, "you too! out! go stay with jeonghannie! im tired of you guys getting in the way. i need to be alone with my girlfriend. LEAVE!", it was rare to see jun exasperated like that, but he was met with little resistance as the guys left one by one, sharing a few replies as they exited the room.

there were a few comments of

"damn, fucking while we're all here? based."

"jun hyung is hung, holy shit."

"how come i dont have a girl to fuck in front of my friends?"

"since we already know what's going on, can't we–" "NO" had interrupted jun.

it was all classy shit you'd expect from your friends.

jun then turned towards you, "baby, i'm so so sor-"

"shut up. they already know what we're up to, so i swear to god jun, if you don't fuck me right now, i'll go outside and take soonyoung up on his offer."

he laughed at this before dragging you up to lay you down on the bed once more, "sorry, not really into sharing. gonna make good on my promise now, okay? kept you waiting long enough."

"please just impale me already."

"yes, ma'am."

[tinyboxxtink]

Giving rafa blowjob after an argument that was your fault?

Ok FIRST of all, let's get one thing clear. It is never my fault.

But I'll give you the smutty smut.

Note: This was co-written with a...friend of mine. I'm not going to divulge the actual nature of this story, but the way it's written, I think you can deduce what it is. I gotta say, we're a pretty damn good team.

NSFW below the cut!

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You and Rafael had been fighting all night, and you had to go to work angry. At the end of your long, tiring work day you dreaded going back home, but knew it was inevitable.

You came home to see Rafael sitting on your couch, two drinks poured for the two of you.

"Let's talk, baby," He started walking towards you.

"No talk," You shook your head. "I'm tired of talking,"

Before he could even ask if everything was okay, you had pulled him into a deep kiss and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. He groaned into the kiss, the drinks completely forgotten on the bar.

"Mhmm." He mumbled as his fingers slipped under the shirt you were wearing to ghost his fingers over your skin.

His groan into your mouth caused you to smile into his lips and backed him into the couch, falling onto it. He fell back onto the couch, his eyes flying open in surprise and the briefest moment of terror that he was going to hit the floor until his back hit the couch. He never stopped kissing you, however. You giggled as you noticed Rafael's eyes go wide for a micro second.

"You okay there baby?" You asked into his mouth while not moving yours from his soft lips.

You shivered with lust as you felt his fingers against your back. You moved his shirt to the top of his head and began kissing a trail down his chest towards his waist.

When you moved his shirt to the top of his head he had to stop kissing you. When you started to kiss down his chest, He let out a soft sigh while pulling his shirt completely off so he could watch you. His normally bright green eyes were dark with lust but still as gentle as ever.

You noticed Rafael watching you now, mischief in your eyes. As your mouth reached his waist you started unbuttoning his jeans, never removing your mouth from his skin.

His nostrils flared as you undid his jeans. His breathing had picked up in anticipation and he twitched in his boxer briefs, an involuntary reaction. You pulled his jeans down to his ankles to reveal quite the erection sticking out through his boxers.

"Well, looks like those drinks might have to wait, I'm getting thirsty for something else.," You bit your lip with a smile as you ran your nails across his shaft.

One hand was holding onto the couch cushion, the other he had just by his side. When you ran your nails along his shaft he bucked his hips.

"Please." He whined.

"As you wish," You smirked.

"Please what, Rafa?" Your voice was soft and sensual. "Tell me what you want me to do to you baby,"

Rafael had never been good at sexual talk so his cheeks went red when he spoke. "Suck me off.. Please."

You removed his boxers and put your second hand on his shaft. You straddled him as you teased his tip with your tongue. Rafael sucked in a breath when he felt your tongue on his tip, it took every ounce of strength to not buck his hips.

You could feel him holding back. "Raffi, just relax," you cooed. "This is all about you, and how sorry I am,"

You slowly stared back down at the bottom of his shaft and dragged your tongue up and down it while playing with his balls in your hand. Then you stopped at his tip, gave him a wink before plunging his entire cock into your mouth so far it tickled your throat.

Rafael nodded, his eyes watching your every movement. He was almost sure he stopped breathing for a moment when you took his whole cock into your mouth. His eyes had rolled back and a string of curses spilled from his lips. The hand at his hip curled into a fist to it from going into your hair. You smiled as you heard Rafael moaning and cursing in pleasure. You continued to deep throat him while now massaging his balls in your hands.

"Fucking shit.." His hand by his hip came up and went into your hair, he couldn't keep it still anymore. But instead of pulling it, he kept it out of your face the best he could. With his balls in your hand his hips bucked upward once more. His voice breathy as he spoke.

"I want you to touch yourself too."

"Whatever you want, baby" you grinned as you removed his dick from your mouth.

You spread your legs open across his lap and lightly dipped a finger inside yourself, before lowering yourself and your mouth back down to his dick. The feel of your own fingers caressing your walls made you moan with pleasure, writhing against his balls while your mouth sucked on his shaft.

As you spread yourself, Rafael's hand holding onto the couch moved to his cock to give himself a few slow strokes. His hand moved back to the couch as you took him back into your mouth. The vibration from your moan had him groaning and letting his head thump back against the couch.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as you stuck one more finger inside yourself, moaning harder and rolling your hips into his groin as you did your best to keep your mind focused on keeping Rafael happy. Finally you got a rhythm going with your hips and your head, Rafael's engorged member now throbbing against your tongue.

Every time you moaned it sent a shot of pleasure up his spine and before he knew it he felt that heat start to coil in his abdomen.

"Not gonna.. I'm- Fuck." He couldn't even get out a full sentence his head was completely focused on the heat and wetness of your mouth and you rolling your hips into his groin.

You could feel him filling with cum, and you could also hear him battling with himself to keep it in. You immediately removed your mouth from his dick, stopped circling against his hips as you pulled your fingers out of yourself and stuck them in your mouth, licking them clean. You gave him a devilish smile, just feeling his aching erection desperate for release.

"...Oh I'm sorry baby, did you say something?" You asked innocently.

He let out a whine of protest as you pulled off of him, his eyes opening and looking up at you just in time to see you lick your fingers clean and he had to grab himself tight around the base of his cock to keep from spilling right there.

"Gonna cum." His voice was still breathless, his chest rising and falling quickly with his fast breaths.

"Oh, alright then," You smiled. "Fill me up, Rafael,"

You once again grabbed his practically vibrating cock in your lips, past your teeth and down your throat in one smooth quick motion, sucking every drop of cum out of him like a pastry filling.

He didn't even get to respond before you were taking him back into your mouth. His hand let go of his cock and it didn't take much before he came, shallowly thrusting into your mouth as his body shook with the impact of his orgasm. His eyes squeezed shut and groaning as he spilled every drop he had.

You kept sucking until you were absolutely sure he was done. Then you rose up and inserted your fingers back inside yourself, taking in the accomplishment as you gazed at Rafael's pleased face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." Was just repeated as he came down from that high, his breathing heavy.

Getting some feeling back in his arms, he lifted his hands to your chest. Running his thumbs over your nipples as he gave your breasts attention to help up your pleasure.

He opened his eyes to look up at you, watching you pleasure herself. He would have helped, he was always about making sure you reached your peak too, but his whole body felt boneless.

You didn't mind finishing yourself off and you were already so turned on by the writhing and feeling of Rafael's cock in your mouth and his balls vibrating against your clit. You began once again bucking against his hips as you stuck a third finger in yourself, running them faster through yourself.

You bit your lip and moaned at the feel of his long fingers fondling your nipples. You could feel yourself getting closer with each stroke.

"Rafael...." You whispered softly, almost in a whine.

Sitting up he pressed kisses to your. collarbone. The movement shifted his cock, not completely soft yet, against your clit even more. His hands still fondling your nipples.

"Y/N..."

That was it, at the mention of your name coming from those lips as his dick moved across your clit and his lips touched your skin, you were done for. You felt the wave of ecstasy crash over you, as you let out one more yell of pleasure.

After what felt like a glorious forever, you collapsed against his chest. Happy and limp. He moved his hands from your chest to wrap his arms around you as you collapsed against him. He laid back on the couch again, bringing you with him while he pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and forehead.

"That was incredible, carino." He sighed.

"Mmmm," You happily mumbled against his chest. "Yeah it was,"

He let out a content sigh, his hand running along your back. With his other hand he reached out to pick up one of the drinks off the table and offer it to you. You took it from him and sipped it with a happy sigh of your own.

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"What a welcome home," you giggled. "Let's fight all the time,"

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[sinner-as-saint]

All For Love.

Cherry!seb/Mob!seb x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is an influential and prominent figure in the business world. Naturally, you have guards around all the time. Which means that you’re not allowed to leave the house and go out whenever or wherever you want, despite being a grown woman; therefore your boyfriend frequently has to sneak in and out of your heavily guarded home when he wants to see you. It would have been much easier if he wasn’t a mob boss, or if your father didn’t hate him so much. The mob boss knows it’s risky, but he’s willing to risk it all, for love. 

Themes: smut, fluff, cherry!seb, daddy kink

a/n: just a quick little fic because I missed cherry!seb too. 

“I’m just gonna be gone for two hours, dad. Just two hours.” 

You whined on the phone. You hated how your father made you feel like a rebel teen; confined inside your own home. Then again, you knew he was doing it for your own safety. 

“Absolutely not.” He used his typical dad voice. “I told you, it’s not safe out there right now. And I need to keep you safe so please just listen to me, stay home safe.” You had heard that sentence a thousand times. “I’ve spoken to your guards, you are in safe hands.” 

You sighed, knowing this was a losing game. “Where are you going? When are you coming home?” you asked. 

He chuckled. “Oh that’s for me to know.” 

You scoffed, trying to figure out where he could be going since he left in such a hurry, without informing you. “What, you don’t trust me?” 

“No, I trust you. It’s that good for nothing boyfriend of yours that I don’t trust.” Oh there we go again. “Seriously, you can do better than him.” 

“Dad, I love him. You just have to accept it.” 

“No. Never.” 

You sighed. “Whatever, bye dad. I love you. Come home soon.” 

You ended the call as soon as he said bye and you were about to call someone else but you gasped when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist; pulling you into a muscular chest. 

You smiled as his scent wrapped around you. “How long have you been here?” You turned your head to the side to find your boyfriend smiling down at you. You still had no idea how he managed to sneak into your home whenever your father left. And no matter how many times you asked him, he always answered saying: ‘I have my ways.’ 

“Couple of minutes.” He mumbled, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “Your old man still hates me, I see.” He noted, nibbling on your skin. His hands found their way under your shirt and he gently fondled with your breasts. 

You closed your eyes, relishing his touch. “I’m sure he’ll come around soon enough. He didn’t even tell me where he’s going.” 

Seb chuckled. “Europe. On a business trip. He’ll be gone for a week.” He answered, baffling you with the information. 

You gently stepped out of his embrace, making him groan as you stepped further from him. “How do you know all that? Dad wouldn’t even tell me anything.” 

He gave you his signature smirk. “I have my ways.” He stepped forward and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close again. “Come here,” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, “Daddy missed you.” His kiss was passionate. He was eager. 

He walked the two of you backwards as he nibbled on your lower lip before letting it go; pushing his tongue into your mouth. His kiss had you breathless before you even made it to your bed. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp; making him moan through the kiss as he managed to slip his hand under your oversized shirt. He dragged your underwear down your legs in no time, throwing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. His hand found its way in between your legs quickly, and he touched you like he was starved. 

“I’ve missed you too…” you whispered against his lips. He moaned against your lips in response as his fingers slipped past your entrance with ease, and he stroked your walls slowly at first, then picking up his pace as he went. And he had you whimpering and moaning in no time. 

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your throat. 

You whimpered as he removed his fingers from you, from in between your legs and shamelessly pushed his two fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he tasted you. 

“So sweet,” he mumbled as he kissed his way down your body until he was on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with a feral look in his pretty blue eyes; his lips swollen. 

His hands held you at each side of your hips and your hands found their way into his hair. He inched his face closer to your core. You let out a quiet moan once you felt his tongue diving into your folds. He wasted no time in sinking two of his fingers into your entrance and curling them each time they pumped in and out of you while he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

You tugged on his hair as he devoured you to satiate both your hunger. You looked down and bit your lip at the sinful sight. Him kneeling at your feet, half of his face buried into your core; his eyes closed as he occasionally moaned at your taste on his tongue. The sounds he made drove you wild. 

You felt the pressure building up again at your core with each stroke of his fingers and each lick of his tongue; circling the skin around your throbbing clit. Your body squirmed under his. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He mumbled, flicking his tongue faster, teasing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you until you gushed out all over his mouth and fingers. You came, hard; moaning, whimpering and tugging at his hair. 

He pulled away and smirked as he kissed his way up your trembling body. He leaned in and kissed your lips again; feverishly. You both managed to get each other undressed, while still being unable to keep your mouths off each other. 

He hovered over your bare body in no time, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. “I love you,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss your swollen lips. 

You mumbled against his lips, “I love you more.” 

He pressed his forehead down onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. “Fuck..” he moaned into your ear as he fucked you relentlessly. 

You whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. He growled right in your ear as your walls clenched around him. 

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You feel so good, babygirl…” he whispered. His blue eyes were wild and fierce; staring deep into your soul. His gaze made you shiver. You liked it when he looked down at you, like he owned you.

You whined again. “Daddy… please, I-,” 

The sound of your phone vibrating on the bedside table cut you off. For a brief moment, you saw panic on Seb’s face. He froze, as did you. 

He stayed still for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reached out to grab your phone for you. The slight friction made you moan again but you panicked as he turned the phone screen towards. It was your dad calling. 

Shit. 

“You think he-,”

Seb cut you off, with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Pick it up.” He simply said and you felt your heart skip a beat. 

“What?” You frowned in confusion and tried to sit up but he pushed you back down on the bed, and shut you up with a deep kiss for a brief moment. 

“I said, pick it up.” He whispered against your parted lips. 

The phone kept buzzing in his hand, right beside your head on the pillow. “No, you-,” He sighed and cut you off by answering the call and tapping on the speaker icon. Your eyes widened in panic. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed at him before speaking up. “Hello?” 

“What took you so long to pick up the call?” your father sounded a little irritated. 

You tried to ignore the way Seb bit your neck and kissed down your throat, making you shiver. 

“I was, uh, downstairs.” You answered, trying your hardest to maintain your calm and composure. 

Seb pulled away and stared down at you. ‘Liar,’ he mouthed as he hovered above you, pulling out of you just a little before pushing back in. You bit down on your lip to avoid making any sound. 

“I wanted to let you know that I won’t be home until next week. But mind you, that useless boyfriend of yours is not to be seen anywhere near you or the house while I’m away, you understand?” 

Your dad’s words made little sense at this point as Seb slow fucked you; kissing the shell of your ear and moaning quietly just for you to hear as his cock stroked your walls gently. You tried your hardest to keep quiet but Seb let out a soft, breathy chuckle upon hearing what your father just said. 

“Oops.” Seb whispered in your ear as his long, warm fingers wrapped gently around your throat. 

Your teeth released your bottom lip and you answered, “I understand.” You panicked just a little as you sounded quite breathless, courtesy of your boyfriend, but luckily your father didn’t notice. 

“I will also be sending another security team to…” 

You could no longer focus on what your dad was saying as Seb pulled out of you and kissed his way down your body again; realizing that he wasn’t teasing you well enough. 

You almost moaned out loud as he settled in between your legs again, and spread them even further; sticking his tongue out and teasing your entrance slowly while he looked up at you. His tongue poked around at your entrance and you felt like you were just about to lose it. 

“...are you even listening to me?” You heard your father’s irritation on the other side of the call. 

Shit. What did he say again? “Yeah, yeah. Uh, I agree, yeah.” 

Seb lazily circled his tongue around your clit, flicking the little bud with the tip of his tongue. And you bit on your bottom lip, careful as to not accidentally let out a moan.

“Oh,” your father sounded surprised. “Well good then, also I was thinking that maybe we should open another…”

And yet again, you couldn’t keep up with what he was saying because you were busy trying to hold back a moan as Seb slipped one finger through your entrance. He smirked and kissed the glistening skin along your wet folds. You tried scooting away from him but his grip around you was very firm. 

You supported yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked down at him. You could barely hear the voice on the phone anymore. Seb was the only thing you could focus on. He stared deep into your eyes, kissing along your inner thighs as he slowly finger-fucked you. 

You almost let out a whine, but caught yourself just as you were about to. Brows furrowed at his own inability to make you lose control, he placed his mouth over your clit again, stroking your walls with his fingers at the same time. He applied just the slightest bit of suction on your sensitive bud and you bit down hard on your lip; turning your face as far away as you possible could from the phone.

“...what do you say?” you heard your father ask. Oh this was a mess. 

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah dad. Sure. We’ll discuss it further when you get home.” He agreed and ended the call. 

Seb looked up at you, his mouth submerged completely in between your legs. He lifted his mouth off you and hovered above your squirming body. Slowly, he removed his fingers from you and pushed them through your already parted lips, placing them on your tongue. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth. His lips trailed along your jaw and finally kissed underneath your ear. “You bad, bad girl.” He spoke as he slowly pushed his fingers further into your mouth. “Lying to your father like you’re doing no wrong.” He whispered, kissing down your neck and nibbling along the skin at your collar bone. “When in reality,” he nipped at your skin, making you whine, “here you are, being such a perfect little slut for daddy’s cock, huh?” 

You moaned at his voice alone, your own voice muffled by his fingers in your mouth. He eventually pulled them out, leaving you wanting more and panting. 

“Please…” you whispered, unable to take it anymore. You needed him. Bad. 

He smirked, tracing your mouth with his thumb slowly, taking his time. “Please what, baby?” 

“Please fuck me… I need you. Please, please daddy…” 

He smirked wider. “Well since you’re asking so nicely,” he leaned in to kiss your swollen lips again, then pulled away from your lips, and pressed his forehead on yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance again, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. 

You moaned out loud as he pushed into you. He let out a grunt once he filled you up entirely. He then grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head. 

His lips found yours again, as he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you. He lowered his face, and leaned into your ear; growling and moaning and panting as he fucked you, finally. “So good for daddy…” 

At some point he let go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him moan and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you mercilessly. 

You moaned out loud; wantonly, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time.

He bit your lips as he kissed your open mouth; shoving his tongue into your mouth like he owned it while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, mumbling how good you felt.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. He growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it, as always. 

His hand wrapped around your throat again, and he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But enough to make you lose your mind. You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. 

“Come on baby, cum for daddy…” 

You felt the sweet pressure grow in between your hips as you tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Seb came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. 

He collapsed right beside you in your bed, pulling your naked body closer to his and wrapping his arm around you while you both caught your breaths. 

“My dad will kill us both if he even finds out you sneak into my room all the time.” You whispered, kissing his damp chest before laying your cheek upon it. You smiled as you heard the steady beats of his heart. 

He chuckled, tightening his grip around you. “I know. But that’s the risk I’m willing to take for you.” Cheesy as always. 

Then you remembered. “Dad said he’s sending another security team over.” You sounded a little sad because that meant that Seb wouldn’t be able to stay much longer. 

“So?” He sounded so cocky, one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place. 

You giggled. “So, that means you have to go before they get here and catch you.” 

He smirked. “They’re my guys. They would never.” 

You shot up in a sitting position, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, again. “What?” 

He had that mischievous smirk on his face. “Your dad keeps hiring the best security teams for you, without realizing that they’re all my guys.” 

Your jaw dropped. “So the guys downstairs guarding the house, they-,”

“Work for me.” 

“Seb!” you couldn’t believe it meanwhile he laughed at the face you made, reaching out and stroking your hair lovingly. 

“What?” he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles as he watched you process the information. “I had to trick your dad because I couldn’t possibly sneak into your house so many times had they been other guards. But hey, this way I know you’re always safe. Even when I’m away.” 

You shook your head, smiling. “You’re insane.” 

Seb pulled you back on top of his chest, kissing the top of your head as you laid on top of him lazily, without a care in the world. “A little, yes.” He ran a soothing hand down your back. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, you crazy man.” 

He chuckled. “Well, now that we have the following week all to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” He asked. 

“You.”

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Special to Me - Fred Weasley

Title: Special to me Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N confess just how much the other really means to them Warnings: NSFW!!! Slight sub!Fred, dry humping, teasing/name calling, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex A/N: this is a continuation of this drabble I posted the other day for my birthday event, but I’ll be using it as the opening part of this fic so no need to go and read (or reread ;)) it! feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

Tagging those who requested this!: @levylovegood​ @jenniweaslee​ @hella-rad-kiss-my-sass​

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“Can’t sleep either?” asks a sleepy voice from somewhere behind Y/N.

Y/N turns around, smiling as Fred comes down the last few steps into the common room. The only light comes from the raging fire, and as Fred steps into the light Y/N eyes widen and she has to look away. Fred is completely shirtless, and his plaid pajama pants are sitting low on his hips, exposing the V lines that lead into his crotch.

“No,” she answers, keeping her eyes trained on the fire. Fred occupies enough of her thoughts as is, she doesn’t need to have his half naked body plaguing her thoughts for the next few weeks as well. She holds her breath as he settles into the armchair opposite her, his pale skin practically glowing from the reflection of the flames.

Fred sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You been down here long?”

Y/N shakes her head, trying not to let her eyes linger on Fred for too long. Just his shirtless body Is enough for her to start feeling aroused, and Y/N tries to subtly rub her thighs together. “Just a few minutes. Alicia keeps sleep talking it’s impossible to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, George’s cold is making him snore, sounds like a bloody chainsaw,” Fred chuckles. “Don’t know how Lee can sleep through it.”

Y/N hums in acknowledgement, her mind too focused on tracing the lines of Fred’s abs and committing them to memory to say anything. She feels a bit bad about her obvious ogling, but as Fred leans back in his seat, stretching his torso out for her, she can’t seem to care. Fred is obviously enjoying the fact that she’s watching him, so she might as well look while she has the chance.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Fred hasn’t even noticed that she’s starting at his torso, because he’s too busy watching her. Truthfully, Fred could sleep threw the loudest firework show in existence, it’s one of the perks of growing up in a house full of people. In reality he’d woken up from a delicious dream, which Y/N had been the star of, and he needed to calm himself back down before he would be able to get back to sleep.

The top she’s wearing is oversized, and it’s slipped from one of her shoulders. Her delicate collarbone is on display and Fred is imagining his lips nipping, biting and sucking at the soft flesh. Y/N’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, and despite the fact that the room is quite warm, he can see the faintest outline of one of her nipples. It’s not until his eyes wander up to her face from her chest that Fred notices Y/N’s eyes are glazed over, and she’s staring at his exposed chest.

“Like what you see?” Fred says suddenly, chuckling when Y/N jumps slightly.

Y/N immediately looks away from Fred, her face flushing a deep red. “Sorry, sorry,” she stutters. “I don’t know what came over me.” Y/N feels her eyes wandering back over to Fred and she shuts her eyes to keep from looking at him. “I’m sorry but I can’t keep talking to you if you don’t put some clothes on.” Y/N swallows thickly and let’s herself look Fred up and down once again.

Fred pats his lap, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips. “So, let’s not talk then.” Fred watches as Y/N bites her lip, his already hard cock twitching in his pajamas. “Sit with me,” he says, a hint of force in his tone.

Y/N shivers and throws any shame she had earlier away. Without a moment of thought she straddles Fred’s waist and presses their lips together hotly. Her hands grip his bare shoulders and her hips start to grind down against him. She moans as Fred’s hips thrust to meet her downward movement, his hard cock just barely brushing her clit.

“God, Y/N, you are gorgeous,” Fred says, his hot breath fanning over the skin on Y/N’s shoulder. He presses kisses to the skin there, unable to stop himself from sucking a mark. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, his lips trailing kisses back up towards Y/N’s mouth.

Y/N stops her movements on Fred’s lap, and she leans back so she can look at him properly. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Fred asks with a chuckle. “You’re beautiful. And smart. And caring. And funny,” Fred says, accentuating each compliment with a soft kiss to her lips.

Y/N flushes at Fred’s words. “Yeah but you’re Fred Weasley.” When Fred gives her a look she rolls her eyes. “You’re the guy that every girl wants, Fred. You’re charismatic, and funny, and smart and let’s just admit, you’re fucking hot Fred. You could have any girl you want with nothing more than a look.”

Fred pulls Y/N’s mouth down onto his and kisses her slowly. “You’re the girl I want, Y/N. Most girls just see my looks or my body, they don’t see the real me. Except for you. You always laugh at my jokes, even the ones that aren’t really that funny. And you always notice when I’m upset, and you actually give a shit when you ask what’s wrong. You’re not there for me because I’m Fred Weasley,” he mocks with a chuckle. “You’re there for me because I’m Fred. Just Fred.”

“You’re not just Fred,” Y/N says softly. “You’re everything to me, Fred.”

“Hopefully being your everything includes being your boyfriend,” he jokes.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a tender smile on her face. “Just shut up and kiss me, boyfriend,” Y/N drawls, letting Fred pull her into another kiss.

Fred’s hands trail up Y/N’s shirt as they kiss, coming around to fondle and massage her breasts. His thumbs rub at her nipples as his hands work at her breasts, causing Y/N to let out a low moan against Fred’s mouth. “Feel good?” he asks, his mouth starting to kiss down her neck.

“God, Fred yes,” Y/N moans, her hips starting to grind down against him.

Fred’s hips start to thrust up, meeting Y/N’s downwards movements, causing both of them to let out breathy moans. Fred nips at the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, sucking a mark into it. His hands leave her breasts so they can grip her hips and he starts to guide her movements. Y/N grips onto Fred’s shoulder with one hand, her other running up and down his torso, flicking at one of his nipples every time she passes it.

“Fuck that feels good,” Fred groans into the crook of Y/N’s neck. His cock twitches in his pajamas as Y/N starts to pinch at his nipple. Fred starts to rut up into Y/N harder, his hands pulling her down against him tightly. “Oh,” he gasps as Y/N’s other hand tangles in his hair and tugs at it.

Y/N bites her lip as she watches Fred come undone under her. His hips are working feverishly, and he’s too busy moaning to continue marking up her skin. “You’re gonna come in your pants, aren’t you?” Y/N teases, unable to stop from smirking at the noise Fred makes. “God look at you. You get a girl in your lap and you turn into a desperate little boy.”

Fred nods, too busy moaning to respond to Y/N. “Fucking hell,” he moans as Y/N lightly twists one of his nipples and pulls his hair at the same time. “Don’t stop, please.” The fabric of his boxers catches on the tip of his cock with every thrust, pulling moans from his mouth with each movement

Y/N stops moving her hips, allowing for Fred to rut up against her at his own pace. His hardened cock just barely brushes her clit with each stroke, and while it’s not enough to get her off, that coupled with Fred’s reactions is enough to keep her interested. “Have you ever even touched a girl, Freddie? So desperate for it already, humping me like a little boy with his first hard on.”

Fred groans, his grip on Y/N’s hips tightening as he moves her body against his. He can feel precum oozing out of his tip, slicking up his shaft and allowing him to rut against Y/N smoother. When Y/N twists his nipple again his eyes fly shut, and stars erupt behind his lids. He’s never felt this turned on, and he can feel himself on the verge of coming at an embarrassing speed.

“Gonna come,” Fred pants.  He buries his face in Y/N’s neck and his hot breath causes goosebumps to pop up all over her skin.

Y/N tugs on Fred’s hair again, her other hand relentlessly rubbing his nipple. “Go on, Freddie. Make a mess in your boxers. Be a dirty little boy and come for me.”

Fred brings Y/N down flush against his crotch, and a long whine leaves his mouth as he comes. He spurts all over the inside of his boxers, the warm liquid making the fabric stick to his sweaty skin. Fred takes gasping breaths as his cock twitches with the last few spurts of his release, and Y/N starts run her hand through his hair while her other comes up to stroke his cheek.

“Fucking hell,” Fred says once his breathing has returned to normal. He pulls his face out of Y/N’s neck and looks up at her. “You’re amazing.”

Y/N blushes, and kisses Fred fiercely. “You like being my little boy?” she teases.

Fred’s face flushes an even deeper red. “You found it hot too, don’t even lie.”

“I’m fucking dripping,” Y/N leans forward to whisper in Fred’s ear. He grabs the back on Y/N’s neck and slams their lips together, immediately shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Fred grips Y/N’s thighs and stands up, before turning around and depositing her in the chair he was just sitting in. “Let me take care of that,” he drawls with a wink. Fred spreads Y/N’s legs apart and sinks to his knees, settling between them. He runs his hands up her legs slowly, causing a shiver to run down Y/N’s spine. “Can I?” he asks when his hands reach the waistband of her sleep shorts.

Y/N nods. “Please Fred.” Fred grabs her shorts in both hands and pulls them all the way down and off, taking her panties with it. “Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps as the cold air of the common room suddenly hits her core.

Fred bites his lip as his eyes rake over Y/N’s dripping pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he compliments. Fred rests each of Y/N’s legs on his shoulders as his right hand comes up to tease her wet fold. “Fuck you weren’t lying. You’re already soaked, princess.”

“Fuck, Freddie,” Y/N moans, tilting her head back against the chair. Fred has sunk two fingers into her, and as his fingers curl the tip of his middle finger brushes against her g-spot. “Can I have your mouth too, Freddie? Please,” she begs.

“How can I say no to that? Not when my princess asked so nicely.” Fred presses a few kisses to the inside of Y/N’s thigh before he leans forward and licks from where his fingers are slowly fucking into her up to her clit.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit. Her thighs are shaking and when Y/N tries to shut them Fred’s free hand flies to her thigh and holds it down. His fingers dig into her flesh in a way that Y/N knows is sure to leave bruises. “More Fred, please,” she begs, already feeling her orgasm start to build.

At her words Fred sucks her clit into his mouth, lightly nibbling on the sensitive bud and a third finger joins his other two. He lets his tongue toy with her clit as he sucks, a deep moan coming from his throat as Y/N clenches around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groans. His thumb starts to rub harsh circles on her clit and his mouth works on sucking bruises into her inner thighs. “Can’t imagine what you’re gonna feel like around my cock.”

“F-Fred,” Y/N stammers, one of her hands coming up to massage her breast over her shirt. “Gonna come, Fred,” she groans. Fred puts his mouth back on her core and hums as he sucks on her clit, pushing Y/N over the edge. “Fred,” she moans, her walls tightening around his fingers as pleasure courses through her body.

“Good girl,” Fred coos, as Y/N comes down from her high. He gently removes his fingers from her core and licks them clean, before he comes up to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’re bloody brilliant,” he compliments, before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss.

Y/N whines as Fred pulls away from their kiss, her hands reaching up to pull him back down. “Kiss me more, boyfriend,” she requests with a laugh.

Fred leans down and kisses Y/N again briefly, chuckling as he pulls away. “You’re already quite demanding, girlfriend. Maybe I need to rethink this whole scenario,” he teases. When Y/N pouts he leans in again to kiss it away.

“Fine don’t be my boyfriend,” Y/N responds, biting her lip. “I was gonna ride my boyfriend’s cock but since I don’t have one I’m just going to go to bed.” Y/N winks at Fred before pushing him away from her. She grabs her pajamas and panties from the floor and starts to head towards the staircase when a pair of arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. “Fred!” she squeals, laughing as he carries her over towards the couch.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t appreciate you saying things like that and then walking away, Y/N,” he teases. He sits down on the couch and arranges Y/N on his lap so she’s facing him. He reaches up and lifts Y/N’s shirt off of her body and tosses it onto the couch next to them. Fred’s hands immediately land on her breasts and he starts to massage them

“Oh, so you are my boyfriend?” Y/N asks, her tone light and playful. “Thought I was too demanding for you, Freddie?”

Fred’s hands leave Y/N’s breasts to he can pull his bottoms down to his thighs and his cock springs out. He grasps the base of his cock with one hand while the other grips Y/N’s hip. He looks up to her for confirmation, and when Y/N nods he guides her down onto his cock. They both moan loudly, and Fred presses his face into Y/N’s neck to muffle his noises. “Fuck Fred,” Y/N moans as he bottoms out inside her. “Stretching me out so good,” she groans, rolling her hips slightly.

Fred pulls their lips together and kisses Y/N hard, slowly starting to fuck his hips up into her. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me in that way all year, Y/N. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Y/N kisses Fred softly and braces one hand on his shoulder, the other on his stomach as she slowly starts to lift up and fuck herself on his cock. “Really? All year?” she pants.

Fred nods, his hands landing on Y/N’s hips to help her lift off of his cock. His hips start to meet each of her thrusts with a sharp jab and his lips nipping and sucking at her neck. “I don’t set dung bombs off in Snape’s office and get a month of detention for just anyone, dear.”

Y/N moans and tilts her head back, giving Fred more room to kiss. “You did that for me?” she asks breathily. Two months ago, Snape really went off on Y/N during class, and that very evening Fred had set off 5 dung bombs in his office, the dungeons reeked for days and Fred was in quite a bit of trouble.

Fred hums against her neck, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. “Broke Flint’s arm with that bludger for you too after he called you a bitch.” He presses a few more kisses to her shoulder blade as one of his hands travels from her hip to her core. “And I charmed that feather to tickle Flitwick to make you laugh when you were having a bad day.” Fred sucks a mark into Y/N’s collarbone, grunting as she clenches around him. “And I set off all those fireworks over the Black Lake after you told me how pretty you find them.”

“Fred,” Y/N says softly. She grabs his chin and makes him look up at her. “I can’t believe you did all that for me.” Y/N whines as Fred’s thumb starts to rub circles on her clit. She leans back slightly, and the new angle allows for Fred to slip even deeper inside of her. “Oh,” Y/N gasps as the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushes her g-spot.

“Don’t say it like that,” he scolds, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Like you’re no one special. You’re amazing, Y/N you have to know that.” Fred brings her face down to his and kisses her lightly.

“I’m not special,” she insists, her movements speeding up. “Not special enough for all of that at least.” Fred starts to fuck up into her relentlessly, his thumb rubbing harder circles on her clit.

“Fuck, baby, how can you say that?” he moans, his grip on her hip tightening. “You’re so special to me, Y/N can’t you see that?”

Y/N nods wildly, the breathy moans and pants leaving her lips make her unable to speak. “Gonna come, Freddie,” she warns. With one more thrust of Fred’s hips Y/N comes, her walls twitching around him and his name falling from her lips. Y/N’s thighs shake as she continues to move on Fred’s cock, wanting to bring him to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around me,” he grunts. “Gonna come, Y/N. Fuck.” Fred brings Y/N down on him, so their hips are flush as he reaches his own orgasm, his cock painting her walls with his release. Once his cock has stopped twitching inside her, Fred gently pulls Y/N off of him, and she collapses against his chest.

“I love you, Freddie,” she mumbles into his skin.”

Fred strokes Y/N’s hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too, Y/N.”

They sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying being wrapped up together.

“I think I’m tired enough that not even Alicia’s sleep talking will keep me awake,” Y/N jokes, pulling away from Fred.

Fred chuckles, and kisses Y/N briefly. “We probably should head up to bed, lest someone wanders in and finds us sitting here naked covered in fluids.”

Y/N grimaces at Fred’s use of the word fluids, suddenly too aware of how slick the inside of her thighs are from both her and Fred’s orgasms. “As much as I would like to sit here with you, boyfriend,” she drawls. “I think you’re right.” Y/N stands up on shaky legs, grabbing her various pieces of clothing. “See you at breakfast?”

“See you there girlfriend,” Fred responds, pulling her in for one final kiss.

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When Y/N makes it to the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, Fred is already there sitting across from George, waiting for her. “Good morning, Freddie,” she greets, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Fred flushes, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist as she sits next to him. “Morning, love.”

George eyes them both wearily, taking a sip of orange juice. “Since when is this a thing?” he asks, gesturing towards them.

“Since last night. Alicia was keeping me up with her sleep talking and you were keeping Fred up with your snoring, so we sat in the common room together and uh,” Y/N clears her throat, willing the blush on her cheeks to go away. “We talked. And now this is a thing.”

George raises his eyebrows. “Snoring?” He turns his attention to Fred. “I wasn’t snoring last night.”

Y/N turns to look at Fred, and he gives her a sheepish smile. “Okay so if George wasn’t keeping you up than why couldn’t you sleep last night?”

Fred leans down so his lips are brushing Y/N’s earlobe. “See I could tell you why I couldn’t sleep,” he muses, his hand coming to rest on her inner thigh. “Or I could show you instead.”  

[tothemeadow]

kinktober: Sanemi’s a naughty brat who needs to be put in his place

Day 1: handcuffs / punishment / begging

warnings: NSFW, degradation, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex, cum swallowing

words: 1,587

(a/n): art is not mine

“Pathetic little brat.”

Sanemi’s blood spikes as you step around him, your shiny shoes glistening in the dim light. He swallows the lump in his throat.

The handcuffs dig into his wrist a bit too much for his liking, his skin turning raw and sore. However, he refuses to utter a single word. It’d be against your orders, after all. The rough fabric of the rug rubs his knees; it burns, the fine bristles marking his skin, but he keeps silent. It’s all for you. Everything is for you.

You stop directly before him, a sneer painted on your face. You drop to a crouch, the fabric of your slacks scrunching around your thighs. It takes every ounce of his willpower to not stare directly at it. Instead, Sanemi keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“Look at me,” you order. Your voice carries that same husky sound, absolutely sweet to Sanemi’s ears and other regions. He does as he’s told and brings his eyes up to meet yours. “You know what you did, don’t you?” You lightly smack the side of his face. “Speak.”

Immediately, Sanemi’s lips pull back in a snarl. “And handcuffing me is going to make things better? Heh. You fucking wish.”

Your hand clamps around his face, effectively squishing his cheeks and pursing his lips out. “It’s this damn mouth of yours,” you mutter. You don’t yell, but Sanemi knows all too well that you’re seething. “Always backtalking me, cursing whenever you feel like. It upsets me, you know?”

Sanemi pulls at the handcuffs pulling his wrists together. The both of you know he can easily break his way out, but where’s the fun in that? Sanemi enjoys his punishments as much as you enjoy dealing them out. His eyes narrow into a glare.

His chest huffs with each heavy breath, the beads of sweat sticking to his skin glowing in the light. He feels like he can’t properly breathe. You release his cheeks, then, and click your tongue. “Goddamn brat.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sanemi purrs, a wicked smirk spreading on his face. He grunts when you grab a fistful of his hair and give it a sharp tug.

Leaning in, your lips brush against the outer shell of his ear. “That’s because it is, brat. I feel like I should tie you to the bed and shove a vibrator up your ass.”

Sanemi shudders beneath you.

You continue. “Bad boy. You act like a naughty little brat just for my attention, don’t you? It pisses me off.”

“Like you don’t like showering me with affection and shit,” Sanemi snaps. He jerks his head to the side, his nose brushing against yours. You can feel his hot breath against your face. “Personally, I think you like it when I act like a brat. Or am I wrong?”

“There you go again, running your mouth,” you mutter, glancing down at his lips. You could give in and give him what he wants, but that’s not how things play out here. Bad boys get punished for their behavior, and Sanemi’s is long past due.

Sanemi scoffs as you pull away and bring yourself to a stand. Kicking your foot out, you press right up against the prominent bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans under the pressure, his hips instinctually bucking into your touch, seeking out that delicious friction. And you let him do so – he gradually begins to buck wildly, increasing his pace, all the while his face scrunched in pleasure. What a fool. You know for a fact that he’s trying to not moan out loud.

“What, are you ashamed that you’re getting off to my foot? I’m not even touching you, baby boy.” Sanemi growls at the name you address with, but his hips stutter. Hell, you can even see the patch of precum gathering in the front of his pants. You press your foot down harder.

“Fuck,” Sanemi moans, his head falling forward.

“What?” you hum. A devilish smile blooms on your face. “You like that? Such a little bitch for pain, huh?”

“Fuck you,” Sanemi stutters. He groans when you pull your foot away. His chest heaves, a delightful blush creeping all the way up his neck and face. You lick your lips at the sight.

“You wanna cum, baby? Say you’re sorry and I might just help you.”

“Hell no.” Sanemi furiously shakes his head. Seriously, his pride is starting to get rather annoying. “I don’t have anything to apologize for.”

And, as if to piss you off even further, he quickly shuffles around, shifting onto his stomach. The audacity of this guy – his hips jerk against the rug, that wicked smirk of his returning. Anger swirls inside your tummy, grasps onto your heart.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you snap. Crouching down once more, you dig your fingers into his hair and yank his head up. “Humping the floor like some filthy mutt? God, you’re so pathetic.”

You’re met with very little struggle as you force him onto his back. Forcing his pants down, you rip them off from his ankles and toss them somewhere behind you. The front of his boxer briefs is so fucking wet that you can’t hold back your snicker. You quickly rid him of the last article of clothing, leaving him completely naked. Arousal pangs at your insides at the sight of his flushed, sweaty body, the angry red head of his cock as it bobs over his stomach.

“Like what you see?” Sanemi mocks.

“Shut the fuck up,” you tell him.

Grabbing onto his cock, you work him at a furious pace; the amount of precum oozing from the tip is more than enough for an easy slide, the wet sounds of his cock fucking into your fist resonating throughout the room. Sanemi pants, his back arching and chest rising towards the ceiling. His dusty nipples are delightfully red and swollen; you grin at his state, knowing he isn’t going to last very long.

“Oh my fuck-“ he curses. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Enough.

He promptly whines at the loss of contact, his abdomen rippling with want. He looks at you wildly, the whites of his eyes glowing in the dim light. “Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start slowly, your hand clenching onto his muscular thigh. “Maybe it’s because you’re acting like a damn bitch in heat. Where’s my apology, huh?”

Sanemi’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip. You can see the battle in his eyes; he’s debating whether he should continue putting up his pathetic façade or should just give in. He swallows thickly.

Bingo.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles.

Your nails dig into the flesh of his thigh, making him wince. Another bead of precum swells to the head of his cock. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, although through grit teeth this time. “Would you please make me cum? It feels so fucking good.”

You smirk. “Now, was that so hard?”

Angry tears prick the corners of Sanemi’s eyes. “Fucking Christ-“ He abruptly cuts himself with a loud groan when you duck down and swiftly take the head of his cock in your mouth.

You waste no time; hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard at the bulbous head, flick your tongue at the weeping slit. His cock tastes heady, the heavy weight pressing against your tongue as you lower your mouth on him. His breath catches in his chest and a prominent thunk tells you that he threw his head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, give me more! Your mouth is so fucking hot, oh my god!”

Now, since he asked so nicely, you decide to give in to his pleas. You take his cock further into your mouth, holding your breath as the head reaches your throat. Heat rushes down south as he cries out in pleasure when you swallow around him. Oh, such a lovely baby boy when he’s compliant. You’re absolutely going to wreck him.

You hold his hips down as you continue to suck on him. Pulling back, you lap at the glans, one of your hands reaching down and pumping at the rest of his spit-covered cock. Sanemi keens beneath you, mixtures of your name and curse words filling your ears. Releasing his cock, you quickly duck down, your mouth latching onto one of his balls.

“Fucking shit,” Sanemi hisses. “I’m gonna cum, shit, please keep going.”

You replace your mouth with your hand as you take his cock back into your mouth. You slip the whole way down, a steady stream of air escaping your nostrils. You fight back against your gag reflex as you press your nose into his neatly trimmed pubes. Glancing up, you catch him staring straight at you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)-“ Your name quickly turns into a husky, drawn out moan as his cum shoots straight down your throat. You milk him for what he’s got, fondling his balls and swallowing every single drop of his cum. A good baby only deserves as such, doesn’t he?

When you finally pull off of cock, strings of spit and cum stick to your swollen lips. Sanemi trembles from the force of his orgasm, his face an entirely new shade of red. Licking your lips, you quickly discard your shirt and begin to work at removing your pants.

“It’s my turn, baby boy. Can you do that for me?”

Sanemi eagerly nods his head yes.

[exodusmc]

“Baby, keep your eyes on me..”

Genre: smut, slight  emies to lovers au, college au

Words: 2813

Paring: Taehyung x reader

Warning!: Public, fingering, making out, marking, unprotected sex, grinding on his knee, light breatsplay, Taehyung is hot??, light dirty talk, pet names, sucking on fingers(both parts), Tae jerks himself a little, smirking??, mentions of alcohol, very light choking

a/n: I feel unfaithfull to my bias now but Tae can get it. :)

Gif is not mine 

He sat in the inner circle, both figurative and literally, mouth producing the best sound you had ever heard.

Taehyung was popular, blonde hair falling loosely around his sculpted face, eyes deep and dark like a night or the sea...You however, weren't even close to him. 

You had friends, that wasn't the thing, you even had a couple of boyfriends, but your looks weren't anything to his friends or he himself. You wanted to pull out your hair for having a crush on him, the smirk he would pull on any girl he flirted with, so you hated him and over the years did people notice. Everyone knew about your dislike for him but didn't know it was growing from your raging crush on him and his perfect lips. 

That’s why you were glaring at him across the room, alcohol burning on your tongue where you knew he would taste so sweet. Taehyung had it all and of fucking course would you fall for that. 

Said boy must have felt the daggers you sent him because suddenly were his eyes on you, gazing with heat. You two had a stare off until you huffed out and turned your nose up, irritated at the warm feeling spreading over your skin. That fucker shouldn't think you would cave for him and your heart should stop acting like a Hummingbird. 

Strutting away from your little corner, you left him watching after you, head held high as alcohol made your confidence skyrocket. You don't need him or his strong arms, no you can get someone else much better. Yes in deed, anyone in the house could be a potential partner so why be stuck on him? Even your friends had gossiped about someone named Jimin who would send you looks anytime he had a chance. Maybe you should find him and let everyone know you didn't need Taehyung...The thought formed in your head but seemed extremely unfair to Jimin so you decided against it however, it didn't stop your little pep talk. 

Walking up the stairs, with the intent on finding a toilet, you mumbled about how you were hot enough and that your friends were right when they hyped you up, just to be pushed against the wall, someone’s breathing fanning down your cheek. Taehyung half smiled half smirked at you, his hands resting on either side of your face. 

“Hello princess…”oh, you forgot about his voice, how the deep tones basicly licked up your thigh. Damn it. “Can we talk a little...I have some questions, hmm?”

His body was so close, radiating heat until you felt a sheen of sweat form over your hairline, your clothes starting to feel uncomfortable. Taehyung played with your hair and you thought he knew about your crush for a while, anger mixing with humiliation and giving you a bigger attitude. 

“Well what can you want, huh? Sad I don't love you like everyone else?”he laughed, a snicker which made your face heart up. Your panties started to stick to you, fingers trembling as your eyes stopped on his lips for a second too long.” Is that it?”

“Almost..”Taehyung lowered his face, staring at you with fire, a fire you shot back at him but not as strong.��I always wondered what I did to you..but maybe it wasn't what I thought..I mean since your eyes seem so hazy.”

“Fuck off…”tension made the hair on your body stand, both waiting on what the next move would be. You should push him away and leave him but that damn alcohol made you stay, hands finding the collar of his shirt. 

You pulled him flush against you, kissing him with everything you could muster. Taehyung responded fast, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, taking back the power. He let one hand wander down your side until it found your waist, thumb drawing circles over your heating skin. The teasing made you bothered, arms trying to get yourself free but he pulled away after biting your lower lip. Staring, just staring as you two panted for air.

“You really want me to leave...or do you want something else..”that little shit. He played with you, wanted to hear you ask for it and your pride wouldn't let you.”..Come on baby, it’s not that hard..”

But he was, the strong gaze you sent him had him on high alert. Taehyung held your jaw, thumb stroking over your lips, slowly slipping inside your mouth. Neither of you thought of his fingers as you sucked, his orbs fixated on you. Swirling your tongue around his thumb, Taehyung felt himself twitch in his black pants. This was it, hands leaving your wrist and mouth, leg forcing your apart while your grabbed at his shoulders. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love..”he growled in your ear, helping you grind against his knee. You forgot to keep your mouth shut when nipped at your neck, moan slipping right through.”..I can leave you like this right now if I wanted to, so tell me you want it.”

As if to demonstrate, he stopped your movements, leaving your neck. He glared you down, ignoring the rise of your chest rubbing against his own. 

“P-please don't stop..”Taehyung smirked, letting you rut on his knee as his hands went under your shirt, fingers fondling your breasts over your bra. This could only get you so far, orgasm laying just in reach but not close enough.

Suddenly, you remember that you two were still in the corridor, where anyone could come. Anyone could stumble up those stairs and see you desperately grinding against Taehyung, his hands under your shirt. 

“Baby, keep your eyes on me..”he whispered in your ear, tongue poking out. His fingers wandered dangerously close to your bra clasps, dragging at the fabric like he was about to undo them.”Let me see that pretty fucked out face..”

You gasped as he managed to unclasp your bra, dropping the item on the floor in favor of feeling your hard nipples in his palms. He twirled the nubs, pinching from time to time. Your head smacked against the wall, exposing your jugular to his greedy mouth, lips attaching to mark you. 

“So-someone can see us…”you half whined out the words, hands landing to push at his chest but your hips couldn't stop moving, pussy dragging over his jeans. He glanced up at you before glancing around, having been so in the moment he forgot where he felt you up. 

“You’re right..”he moved away, leaving you forwing. The feeling of his mouth and hands still lingered on your body, made you irritated that you didn't get to finish. But he suddenly bent down and grabbed your bra, smirking at your eyes following it. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

Your eyes widened as he strutted right down with your bra bundled up in his hands. Taehyung disappeared down the stairs, having you scurrying after. You were scared someone would see and know what you two had done but when you got down where he standing by the door, backpack lazily thrown over one shoulder. Taehyung smirked and winked your way, opening the door. 

“I can't drive…”your voice sounded high, filled with nerves as to where he laid your bra.” I drank..”

“Me too..”his one arm landed on your shoulders, kissing your left cheek.”But I live five minutes from here so we can walk princess..”

Taehyung held you close, walking with fast steps. The situation suddenly dawned on you, were you really about to sleep with Taehyung? I mean you had a crush on him but you swore to not cave, and where was your bra?

“Where is my bra?”your heart was beating fast, the cool night air a shocking contrast to the heated inside.  

“My backpack was just by the stairs..”he motioned to the item, smiling lightly at your flustered state.”It’s in there and no one saw love.”

Taehyung stole a chaste kiss, a lot softer than before. The make out session had been so heated due to anger mixing with passion but it started to drain of off you, left you shyer and with that crush. 

He suddenly steered inside a building, pressing the elevator button. It dingen, doors sliding open to reveal no one else. Taehyung smirked, hands on you a second after the doors closed. He kissed you, hot and heavy, nothing like the peck before, and lifted your skirt. His thumb found the edge of your underwear, stroking against it until he found your hip bone.

You literally had to push him of you when the door open again, both staring at the other while taking deep breaths. Taehyung had to put his hand out so the elevator wouldn't go down again. 

The door to his apartment flung open, his hand finding your and dragging you inside. Suddenly were you surrounded by his scent, a musky and deep smell which made you dizzy. Your back pressed against the wooden exit, his lips on yours, your fingers threading through his hair in a desperate attempt to keep him close. 

Taehyung grabbed one of your legs, hands slipping down the inside of your thigh until he found your center, the wetness which had leaked. He groaned out into your mouth, other hand coming to stroke over your pussy. You were drenched and when his fingers entered you, did you have a hard time standing straight. Taehyung had to carry most of your weight now, making it so he was closer to you, cock rubbing against his jeans. 

“Jump.”he mumbled against, fingers leaving your heat so he could hold you by your thighs.”We need to take care of ya baby..”

His bed made a sound of protest when he threw you on it, pulling his shirt over his head, locks fluffing up. Taehyung rolled down, his physic more defined than you thought. He laid between your legs, knees forcing them to be higher up, as his fingers once agains wandered down to your wet cunt. Your pussy made obscene noises, the flicking of his wrist making you moan. 

“ I like the sounds..”when his thumb found your clit were you done for it, white light crossing your eyesight out and a high pitched moan ripped through your shaking body. You came all over his hand, not seeing him lick his fingers clean.”Keep doing them baby.”

You had to breath for a second, heart thundering in your chest. Taehyung smirked, slowly taking of your shirt. He wanted to see your titts bounce as he fucked your barins out. Feather light kisses rained over you, from your collarbone to the waistband of your skirt. He grabbed it and dragged it down with your soaked underwear, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. 

“I’d love to taste you but we can do that another time, right love?”Taehyung undid his belt, let his jeans fall down. The tent in his briefs made you a little proud, the fact that you still did things to him. 

He undressed completely, letting you stare at his hard cock, the way it curved up and how it was red. Your wide eyes made him smirk, hand moving up and down his member. The sight of him jerking himself off made you horny all over, pussy clenching around nothing. A pathetic sound left you when he dropped down, his cock rutting on your thigh. Taehyung growled at the slight contact, biting his bottom lip.

“Ah ah ah, keep your eyes on mine..”he grabbed your chin, forced you to stop staring at him and only feel the way he moved. You couldn't see what he was doing with his other hand but felt fingers collect some of your juices.”You dirty girl, couldn't stop staring at my hard cock, hmm?”

You gasped, the stretch from him entering arching your back. Taehyung groaned lowly in your ear as your walls spasmed around him, trying to get him deeper. For a second was he just still but he couldn't wait for long, moving his hips to ran right into you again. His cock dragged along your inside, hit spots you didn't know you had. 

Taehyung rose from laying on you, sweat dripping down his brow bone while hair hung in lust filled eyes. It was a gaze which could have you cumming, one hand squeezing your breast. His lips were swollen from kissing, you guessed yours were too, but it made for an image you wanted to engrave in your mind. He was so hot, with the low growls and moans, contracting your own higer. 

“Come on baby, move those hips some more…”you wanted to suck on his skin, leave the same marks as he had but with the delicious pounding you received, was it hard to think of anything else.”My dirty dirty girl..”

With a sharp move of his hips and one hand squeezing your throat, were you cumming again. Back arching of the bed which had been rocking against the wall. Taehyung faltered in his movements as you tightened up, gasping out a groan before he pulled out.

Your eyes were half closed, body completely spent and it was a sight he loved, hand jerking up and down his cock fast. Goddammit did you have a great pussy and moans, the memories of them making him cum right onto your stomach. 

Taehyung fell on your right side and for a while were the room only filled with pants. You started to realize how loud you were, so loud that his neighbors must have heard. Heat rose to your already bruning face, sweat covering your whole body. You were still in a bliss but it was wearing off and so was the alcohol. Oh fuck…

“Let me get you a towel…”Taehyung got up, butt naked and not caring at all.”Want some water?”

He disappeared before you could say anything and it made you dumbfounded. You should really go before something else happens. This could just be a one night stand and no one had to know a thing, but it was hard sitting up. His scent was so strong now, filling your sense.

“Here you go..”his smile was easy and weirded you out. He was so casual, like the two of you didn't just have sex. Taehyung even cleaned you after he gave you the glass. 

After clunking down half the glass were you standing up, searching for your clothes when you remembered he still had your bra. Well fuck it, he can have it. You barely managed to put on your shirt when he appeared in the doorway.  

“You leaving?”one eyebrow rose and you felt embarrassed, unsure of what to answer. Not even in your wildest dreams had you fucked Taehyung.”You can stay...It’s kinda late and I wouldn't feel good knowing your out there alone..”

His eyes were sincere but his nakedness was distracting and the whole situation alien to you. You had a crush on him, yes, however at the same time did you hate him, on the other hand did he just give you two mind blowing orgasms and had a point. 

“O-okay…”he smiled, taking your hand and making you lay down on his bed. Taehyung slipped down under the sheets to your right, turned to watch you while you stared up, determined to not look at him or his just had sex glow. 

“Why do you hate me?”the question made you cringe, tensing when he grabbed your chin like so many times this night.” Have I done something to you?”

“N..no..” a sigh passed your lips, eyes lowering with shyness. You guessed it wasn't fair to him, the way you treated him.”I-I kinda like you?”

“Aha, okay..”his eyes widened and you wondered why you said this now, when you had nowhere to run, but on the other hand, you just slept with him.”You like me?! I thought you hated me!”

“Can we not talk about this now, please?!”dragging the covers up, your tried to hide away from his intense gaze but Taehyung had other plans.

He leaned over you, taking the sheets from your face. The smile on his lips was something between teasing and genuine, you couldn't decided if you wanted to hit him or yourself. 

“Sure but it’s the first thing we are talking about tomorrow, okay love?”he poked your nose, only satisfied when you nodded. 

His arms came to circle around you, dragging you close. Taehyung was tired but he tried to keep his eyes open. It was cute and you were pretty sure you never hated him in the first place.

[seanfalco]

Not What This Is | Duncan Taylor x Reader

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, derogatory language/dirty talk a/n: Watch me take another lesser known Rob character and give him some  character development instead of working on my other fics oops.  Despite Geostorm being a rather mediocre film (hey, I still found it entertaining at least!) and Rob’s character having hardly any screen time and a less than stellar British accent, I was gripped with the need to write this. I might continue writing some drabbles for this character since some plot started to slip in there.

Duncan Taylor was, to put it nicely, a cocky little shit.  A brilliant systems analyst, to be sure, but a complete and total arsehole, and you had the very unfortunate honour of having to work in the same unit as him, day in and day out.  

Your little rivalry had begun from the very beginning.  You’d both been assigned to the O/S division for the Dutch Boy climate control system aboard the International Space Station, when you’d happened to disagree with him on something, calling attention to a fault in one of the programs he was in charge of monitoring. 

Ever since then he’d tried to one up you, undermine you, and overall just get under your skin on a daily basis.  You knew what some of your colleagues whispered behind your back, that your frequent arguments and back and forth banter was only thinly veiled flirting, which was frankly ridiculous. 

Was it?  A tiny voice in your head asked.  Just because you sometimes happened to look forward to these repartees didn’t mean anything.  It was almost enough to drive you mad, so it was peaceful moments like these that you relished when he wasn’t around, his computer chair sitting empty.

“[y/n], you wanna look over that data from yesterday again, please?” Duncan’s smug voice taunted as he ambled into the lab, plopping down at his workstation directly behind yours, letting his computer chair spin slowly to face you.

“Why?  Was there something wrong with it?” you asked, looking up from your monitor warily, your lips twitching into a frown.

Duncan shrugged noncommittally, steepling his fingers as he slouched in his chair.  “Oh, I dunno, just that an entire sector of satellites nearly went offline, due to a missing string of code,” he mused, frowning exaggeratedly, “Luckily I was there to catch your little mistake and fix it before anything untoward happened, but y’know, nothing major.”

Gritting your teeth you forced a smile, more of a grimace really, in his direction.  “Thank you for that, I’m so glad you were able to catch it.”

“Yeah well, you owe me,” he pointed out smugly, his frown turning to a bemused smirk.  “I could’ve easily let slip to Ute about it, but I decided to use some discretion, you know?  Wouldn’t want to call attention to one of my associate’s mistakes.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes.  The thing about it that pissed you off the most was that you were thankful he’d caught it, and you were grateful that the head of your division hadn’t found out or you’d be facing some serious reprimands, but you were still frustrated you’d messed up in the first place, and now he had something to lord over you.

“You know what I’m most confused about, [y/n], is how you could’ve missed somethin’ so glaring as that in the first place,” Duncan continued thoughtfully, studying you with interest and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smug grin off his face.

Scoffing again under your breath you spun your chair away from him, focusing back on your computer monitor, not rising to his jabs.

“You know what I think it is, [y/n]?  I think you’re so pent up you just can’t think straight.  Maybe if you had a good fuck—“

“You’re a prick, Duncan, that’s what I think,” you shot back, your head whipping toward him.

“Maybe so, but tell me, luv, when’s the last time you got laid, huh?” he continued, waggling his thick eyebrows, a suggestive look in his piercing green eyes that sent a strange thrill through you and for half a moment a thought danced through your consciousness, one that sent heat pooling between your thighs before you quickly banished it.

“Fuck off, Duncan, I don’t have time for your games,” you exclaimed, though you couldn’t quite bring yourself to turn away again.

“Who said I’m playin’?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he were serious or just teasing you.

“I need to get back to work,” you muttered, tearing your gaze from him, though as you focused on your screen once more you could still feel his eyes on you.

——

Running your hands down your face you sighed as you finally pushed away from your workstation, stretching as you stood and knuckling the small of your back, wanting nothing more than a shower and your bunk.  Luckily at this hour most of the crew was either relaxing in the lounge, asleep, or just starting a fresh shift, leaving the locker room quite empty.  Crossing the room to your locker you nearly jumped out of your skin as Duncan ambled out from around the corner, coming to lean against the lockers next to yours.

“Well well well, fancy running into you here, [y/n],” he drawled, smirking down at you as he leaned closer.  “What a pleasant surprise, and here I thought you were trying to avoid me.”

“If only it were that easy,” you grumbled sarcastically, attempting to nudge him out of the way so you could get to your locker.

“Oh come now, luv, don’t be like that,” Duncan pouted, tilting his head, his springy curls falling across his forehead and you idly wondered what it’d feel like to run your fingers through them.

“Be like what?  Duncan, please get out of my way,” you huffed making a purposeful shooing motion, but he only stepped closer, caging you in with his arms and your breath caught at his proximity.  His eyes found yours and this close you realized you’d never noticed how truly stunning they were before, your thoughts turning unconsciously to your earlier conversation.

He was right, it had been a while, and just the thought of being filled, being touched after so long had arousal gripping you.  For a mouthy fucker why did he have to be so damn attractive?  

Oh fuck it, you thought, making an impulsive decision as he opened his mouth, no doubt to taunt you further, but you moved first, taking him by surprise as you grabbed his t-shirt by the collar and yanked him to you, your lips colliding with an intensity that stunned you as well, but for once you’d managed to shut Duncan Taylor up.

As soon as your mouths met however, he was kissing you back hungrily, pressing you back against the lockers and you slid your hands into his hair, threading your fingers through the curls you so wanted to touch, drawing a low moan from him as you opened your mouth to him, teasing him with your tongue before his found yours eagerly.

“Oh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted you, luv,” he groaned as your hands moved from his hair to fumble with the knotted sleeves around the waist of his dark jumpsuit, his hips jerking toward you as you worked to untie them.  “Tell me you haven’t thought about me too.”

“I haven’t,” you snapped, but Duncan merely clicked his tongue, amusement flashing across his face. 

“You’re lying, darling, clearly.  You want me.  You want it so bad,” he taunted, grinning down at you, his dark curls falling into his eyes.

“Shut up y’wanker, that’s not what this is,” you exclaimed, but even you knew your argument was feeble.

“Oh really?  And that’s why you’re undressing me right now innit?  Admit it, [y/n], I think the lady doth protest too much.”

You paused, his words striking a nerve, hitting a little too close to home, and you looked up at him defiantly.  “Just shut up and fuck me already,” you growled, “this doesn’t mean anything,” you insisted firmly. 

“Oooh, you’re such a bitch, it’s kind of a turn on.  Does the bitch want my cock?” Duncan drawled as you finally managed to unzip his suit the rest of the way and reach down to grab him through his boxers, feeling how hard he was for you and drawing a sharp gasp from him as you pulled him free.

Before you knew it he was grasping the zipper at your chest and yanking it down, his mouth hot on your neck as he slipped your suit from your shoulders, working it down your hips before fondling you roughly over your tank top and it was your turn to moan, the sound quickly swallowed as his mouth found yours once more, his tongue forcing its way into between your teeth before he finally pulled away to breathe.

“Turn around for me, luv,” he instructed as he spun you, pressing the side of your face up against the locker, “now pull those knickers down,” he continued, and you hated obeying, but your cunt was throbbing harder now and all you wanted was to be filled.  “Now that’s a good girl,” he purred in your ear, a shiver tearing through you as his breath fanned over your cheek and you gasped as he reached around you, slipping his hand between your legs.

“Ohhh,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, “I knew you were lyin’ about wantin’ me, else why would you be so fucking wet, huh darling?” he teased, his fingers circling your clit maddeningly and you let out another shuddering moan as he pushed one digit into you.  “Oh fuck, you’re practically dripping,” he groaned, lust drenching his words.

“Bend over farther,” he commanded hastily and you did, spreading your legs as far as you could with your jumpsuit round your ankles and you pressed your chest to the lockers, sticking your ass out to give him better access to your pussy, hating how needy he made you feel.

“Oh, good girl,” he purred and your breathing hitched as he gave your ass a quick slap and you felt the tip of his cock tease your folds, coating himself with your slick before pressing into you slowly, his moan turning you on even further.  “Oh fuck your fanny’s so tight,” he groaned, thrusting in and out slowly as he held your hips steady.  “God, you feel amazing.”

“Are you always so chatty when you fuck?” you couldn’t help but ask, desperately wanting him to shut up.  “Less talking, more fucking,” you exclaimed, biting your lip to stifle a moan as his hips snapped against your ass.

“Ahh--!” you gasped, rocking against the lockers, unable to kept quiet.  “F-fuck, Duncan.”

“Yeah, like that?  You’re such a little slut, protesting, playing so hard t’get, and then turning around and practically begging for it.  Tell me what you want, [y/n],” he drawled, a command in his voice.

“I want you to fuck me, Duncan,” you hissed, crying out as he thrust into you again hard.

“You’re gunna have to be quiet if you wanna cum, luv,” he grunted as he began to fuck you in earnest, his hips snapping into you with abandon, his cock hitting you just right, the ridge of his head rubbing against your g-spot to send wave after wave of pleasure through you.

Fighting back a series of moans you arched back against him as he rut into you, his hand slipping up your body to caress your neck, squeezing just tight enough for you to feel it, your breaths coming harder.  

“Do you like that, you dirty, kinky girl?” he asked, whispering in your ear, his voice strained with the effort of keeping quiet.  “Do you like when I choke you?”

“Yes,” you sighed involuntarily, finding to your great surprise that you did enjoy it, heat and arousal flooding you the first time he did it and you wanted more.  “Please, Duncan,” you whined and you wondered if he was grinning, picturing that smug smirk just perfectly.

“Oh God, you beg so nicely too,” he groaned as his hand tightened around your throat once more, squeezing tighter til you saw little sunbursts, your knees buckling and you jerked as his other hand slipped to your cunt again, mashing his fingers against your little bundle of nerves and rubbing frantically as he continued to pound into your relentlessly from behind.  

Duncan’s heavy breathing, the lewd slap of skin against skin, and the pounding of your pulse filled your ears and you fleetingly wondered just how far the sounds of your exertions were carrying.  You could feel yourself plateauing, that hovering quivering heat that felt like the calm right before the storm and then suddenly your muscles tensed, your climax gripping you violently, pushing you off that cliff and you fought to keep from crying out, the sweet pain of Duncan’s overstimulation pushing you further as he didn’t stop.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him and his grip on your throat loosened, though his fingers on your clit didn’t stop and your legs gave a dangerous wobble, nearly giving out beneath you.

“Don’t you dare — cum inside me,” you gasped, twisting in his grip to glare at him over your shoulder and he flashed you a strained smile, the look of pleasure on his face disarming you for a moment.

“Whatever you say, luv,” he groaned, and suddenly he was forcing you forward as he pulled out of you, his cock nestling against your ass before you felt his warm seed spill over your skin, pumping several times before he finally released you.

“Hold on, let me get that for you,” he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse and then you felt a rough cloth wipe the sticky mess from your backside with a surprising gentleness before you quickly pulled your knickers back up along with your jumpsuit and reluctantly turned around to face him.  The strangely tender look you caught on his face surprised you before his usual smarmy grin quickly returned.  

“Now that you’ve had a good fuck d’you think you can finally focus now?” he taunted, rewrapping his jumpsuit sleeves around his waist.  “Or… maybe we’ll need t’make this a reoccurring thing to keep that pretty little head of yours clear,” he said poking his finger to your forehead cheekily.

“Oh, piss off Duncan,” you snapped feebly, brushing his hand away and trying to push past him. 

“Oh, no, I can see it in your eyes, you enjoyed that.  I made you feel good,” he insisted, following you, quickly cutting you off.  “You’re gunna be thinking about my cock for the foreseeable future.”

Despite your internal protests to the contrary your face burned with the knowledge that you wanted to fuck him again, that once was not going to be enough.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, Duncan.  You coulda been anyone and this was just a one time thing.”

“You just keep telling yourself that, luv,” he quipped, completely sure of himself before leaning down to steal a peck to your lips, turning and walking away with a decided pep to his step, whistling cheerily as he went.

Groaning under your breath you nearly collapsed against the lockers, breathing heavily as the gravity of what you’d just done hit you.  It wasn’t exactly like what you were doing could be considered fraternizing, seeing as you couldn’t stand each other.  Right?

Groaning again you opened your locker and quickly undressed, taking a very quick, very cold shower before heading back to your bunk, but it didn’t help.  Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the pleasant ache between your thighs served as a constant reminder of what happened in the locker room with the smug fellow Englishman who it was getting harder for you to convince yourself you hated.

[boymeetsweevil]

and then there were finals

Grouping: Reader x College BF!Mark

Word Count: 2000 exactly!!

Warnings/Themes: too many friends too many finals makes for a h*rny couple, graphic but still sweet? penetrative, mentions of oral, creampie...

Prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.” this is a sequel to and then there were two

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

It’s a universal fact that no one likes taking finals. Obviously the tests, the presentations, the papers are the worst part. But the buildup isn’t great either.

Mark grinds his teeth while watching you from across the room. You’re focused on the textbook laid out in front of you where you’re spread out on the floor. All the other available surfaces are taken up by your peers. Lucas and his work are sprawled over half the kitchen island, Taeil on the La-Z boy. Mark, Jungwoo, and Taeyong are sequestered on the sofa.

He turns another page in his music history book without reading a single line. Instead his eyes follow the curve of your spine exposed from your shirt rucking up after you’d settled onto the rug. Your leg is hitched almost lovingly over your discarded backpack. While you do calculations for physics, Mark tries to calculate the last time you two were intimate. He can’t even remember because Taeyong keeps asking questions to fill the holes in his notes about orchestral composition.

Eventually Mark just tosses Taeyong his notes so he can spend a bit more time studying the way you gnaw on a pen thoughtfully. His blood feels like it’s simmering by the time he gets the courage to ask if you want to ‘take a walk’ to his place for a study break. But then—

You check the time and then look up from your scratch paper, “Jungwoo, ready to go?”

“Basically. Let’s get there a little bit early so we can stop and get coffee first before the study group. I really need it, I’m dying.”

“Oh, good idea.”

If it weren’t for the fact that there are still a bunch of people in the room, Mark might have wept a little bit. The preparation for finals has left basically no time for ‘alone time’, and it’s taking its toll on him. He does his best to tamp down on the frustration and convinces Taeyong to quiz him on Tchaikovsky.

Mark pushes you against the brick side wall of his apartment building exterior a few days later. You let out a surprised but pleased sound and let him grind against the curve of your hip. His breath comes out in hot sighs on your neck, interspersed with small grunts. He missed having your skin under his palms and practically purrs when you rake your teeth over his adam’s apple.

“You know you have to be at the studio in 5 minutes, right?”

“Kun can wait,” he huffs. With both hands he fondles your ass slightly rougher than normal. It gives him the leverage he needs to press your clothed hips even closer. “He’s always late anyway. I really have, like, 20 minutes.”

“Is 20 minutes enough?”

He wants it to be enough. He wants it to be enough so bad. But this collaboration is worth 35% of his grade and thanks to Kun’s characteristic tardiness, they’re way behind schedule. Besides that, he’s feeling so pent up that 20 minutes would probably just be a fraction of the foreplay. Mark’s silence is enough of an answer to your question, so you redo the buttons of your shirt that he opened prior and smooth down his hair.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

His forehead hits your shoulder and he lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “But one of these days, it’ll happen.”

He gives you a look that makes goosebumps break out on your arms. You send him off with a peck and make the trek to the library.

A few days later, you’re back at Mark’s place. You’re cozied up to him on the two person sofa while some of the others work in the other parts of the living room. Mark’s dorm is a one person apartment dorm, so there’s less room than in your suite. One by one though, they start leaving. Johnny ends up leaving because the diorama he’s building for engineering gets too big to continue there. Jungwoo and Doyoung leave for another physics study group. You stick around because the last one wasn’t helpful for you. Yuta mentions something about going back to his and Johnny’s room for a video game break. That leaves you, Mark, and Donghyuck.

Donghyuck doesn’t budge at first and continues to type away at his computer. But when Mark’s hand stops circling your ankle aimlessly and begins making a purposeful trail up your leg, he gets the hint and packs up while cursing under his breath. The door slams shut and Mark gets up to go make sure it’s locked. The sound of his footsteps echoing through the halls and doors opening and closing pulls you out of your focus.

“What are you doing,” you sit up on your arms, peering down the dark hallway. Mark emerges looking like an excited puppy.

“Everyone left.”

“I see that,” you say. He pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head in one swift move, then begins working on the opening of his jeans. “Oh.”

Immediately, you begin shucking off your own bottoms. Mark leads the way to his room with you shedding layers behind him. You laugh at the speed he uses to run to his room and pick up your own pace. Even though the apartment is empty, he still closes the door behind him like you’re being chased. As soon as he locks up, he’s tackling you to the bed.

“Wait, wait,” your breath comes out in amused heaves as he swipes at your shirt. “Don’t you have to meet with Kun again?”

Mark doesn’t look away from where he’s working on unhooking your bra, but he shakes his head. “I stayed up ‘til 4 last time so I could finish it.”

“Mark, that’s not healthy.”

“I’m plenty healthy,” he grins and grinds against you as proof. He definitely feels healthy and ‘awake’.

You pull him in with a matching grin and kiss him until you’re panting. Meanwhile, he takes his time inching your soaked panties down your thighs. You kick them off into some unknown direction and hitch a leg over his hips to pull his groin to yours. The slick that welcomes him has him groaning a curse into your mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Mark sneaks a hand down between your bodies and rubs lightly at you. “Every little thing you did drove me crazy this week.”

“I know, me too.” Your moans act as accompaniment for the slick percussion he sets up between your folds.

“As soon as I was too busy to touch you, I had to touch you.”

You let Mark edge you on his fingers for a good while before rolling over so you can take him into your mouth. He’s all soft sighs then, caressing your face with his dry hand and looking down at you with worried brows. When he hits the back of your throat, his hips start to stutter up.

“D-don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Part of you wants to spite him and finish him off right there. After a few months of having sex, you know some good ways to get him off efficiently. But the way you clench around nothing at the sound of his moans tells you that you’d rather he finish inside you. So you let him pull you in by the hips and spend some time kissing his own flavor off your tongue before sinking down on his length. It’s been long enough that there’s a pleasing tightness behind the stretch and you run your nails over his pecs lightly. When you’ve adjusted, you begin to rock fluidly over him.

“Shit.” The curse is so quiet, you nearly miss it.

His head is thrown back and the way his jaw clenches tell you that he’s likely already experiencing some sort of honeyed agony. Judging by the veins protruding in his forearms, he’s resisting the urge to take control of the rhythm and set an athletic pace after all the waiting. You’re grateful for the patience because you’re still gathering your bearings. Leaning down, your chest grazes against his and you leave a kiss on his slack mouth.

Your words come out airy as the gradual up and down becomes easier, slippery.

“I missed this.”

“Tell me,” he whispers.

“I missed the feeling of being full,” you can feel him pulse a bit. “And I miss you coming inside.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he laughs like he can’t believe the current situation.  

Mark plants his feet onto the mattress then to meet you halfway. The extra effort on his part has him hitting deeper inside of you. You feel fuller and that only makes you drip around him more. The sounds are obscene and you might be inclined to slow down out of embarrassment if it were any other time. But you feel parched like you can’t get enough of him. Each thrust forces a wanton moan out of you. The best you can do is bring a hand up to your mouth so you can dull the sounds by biting a knuckle. Mark isn’t having any of it, though.

“Let me hear you. There’s no one else, let me hear you.”

Suudenly he sits up and takes you into his lap. The angle makes stars pop up in the corners of your vision and also gives him the opportunity to lap teasingly at your nipple. It also puts your mouth much closer to his ear. He can’t piston up into you quite as well, but in this position he can grind against the spots that he knows make your breathing hitch. As a music major, perhaps he’s more sensitive to auditory stimulus. Your broken pleas are almost enough to set him over the edge. To make things last, Mark focuses on alternating between gentle, wet kisses to your chest and letting his teeth scrape against you ever so slightly. The sensation changes from smokey to sweet. Your hand tangles in his hair and you let the moans pour out. No better catharsis could have come during finals week, you think.

“Mark. Mark, I’m gonna come.”

“Same, just—wait for me.” He rearranges you quickly. You’re on your back, this time with your feet pointing to the wrong side of bed. Mark hitches one of your legs over his hips and returns to the heavy pace before. You tilt your hips just right and suddenly his thrusts are zeroed in on a spot inside you that has you crying out and arching below him. The orgasm that washes over you makes you grip him like a snug vice. The pleasure surges over him and draws a long whimper from between his lips. He spills into you in spurts of warmth before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

“How was that?” You’re sure you could predict the answer from the contented way he closes his eyes.

“Great.”

His answering grin is sleepy but he still looks handsome. Even with the dark circles from working so hard as of late and covered in a fresh coat of sweat. He looks like he’s fallen asleep, but when you go to plant a kiss on his lips, he moves up to deepen it. A warm palm pulls you in gently by the nape of your neck. You let him kiss you for a few moments before pulling back.

“Where you goin’?”

“Doyoung is studying at the library. I thought I’d get some last minute studying in before the test tomorrow night.”

“No, stay. What do you need me to do? I can test you. Give me your flashcards, I’ll test you.”

You pretend to weigh your options. Leaving the comfort of bed just to go over one topic and then chat with Doyoung before bed or staying in with your naked boyfriend and trading kisses for correct answers.

“Babe, really?” He whines when your decision making takes too long.

“Just kidding. I’ll stay.”

[poutyhannie]

Hi!! This is my very first smut so please be nice ><.  Feedback is greatly appreciated!

warnings: smut, slight teasing, fem!reader, blowjob

word count: +2k

part 1, part 2

Your thighs ached as you watched Chan from the corner of your eye.  The both of you were lying under blankets on your shared bed.  Chan’s arm slung around your shoulders, tugging you close with your computer playing the movie you guys were supposed to be watching.  Pouting slightly, he was completely engrossed in the screen.  But damnit the clenching in your lower stomach distracted you.  

Chan distracted you.

Maybe it was the way his dark eyes light up when an especially well choreographed fight scene appeared or how his eyebrows furrow at an intense scripted conversation or when he catches his pretty lips in his teeth that makes you rub your thighs together.  

Before you can react, Chan’s eyes have snapped down to you.  His lips twist in an endearing smile, his face illuminated with the computer’s heavenly glow.  “Whatcha thinking ‘bout, babygirl?”

Even though it was just a glance, just a pet name, the ache in your stomach triples.  You avert your eyes, knowing how perceptive Chan can be.  However, your lowering gaze causes you to be face first with Chan’s arms.  Almost in a trance, you reach out and gently follow his maze of veins from his fingertips up to his arms.  Little goosebumps rise on his arms as your fingertips wander.

You look up at Chan.

He still wears his amused, half smile that makes your heart begin to ache as well.  “Hm, Y/n?  What’s up?  You were begging me to watch this movie with you but you’re only looking at me.”  He giggles, pulling you towards himself so that he’s under you and you’re staring down at his pretty face.  His eyes trail down your face slowly, down your jaw, your neck and you just wish it were his breath, his lips, his teeth.  Chan reaches out to gently caress your face and his smile deepens, causing you to blush and bury your face in his chest.  His laugh reverberates through you and he firmly grabs your chin, tugging it up so that you can’t help but stare into his eyes.

Not that you’d want to look at anything else right now.

Despite his previous laughter, his expression is hard and dark; you subconsciously rub your thighs together again.  

Chan raises his eyebrows, feeling everything.  “Oh, that’s why you’re so distracted?” He teases, a cocky smirk taking over his features, “Is my babygirl needy?”

Your gaze drops, despite Chan’s hold on your chin and he chuckles, stretching up to lay a soft kiss on your lips.  Fire erupts in your chest and explodes up your neck and down to your stomach.  How the hell can he affect you this badly?  There was nothing particularly enticing about him today but you just couldn’t help yourself from falling deeper into him.  

Chan shifts again, sitting up so that you’re in his lap and the blankets are a tangled mess around both of your legs.  Suddenly bashful, your fingers find adequate distraction in playing with Chan’s black shirt, tracing imaginary lines around his chest.  Chan maneuvers his head so that he’s looking up at you again.  

His dark voice goes straight to soak your panties.  “I ask you a question, babygirl.”

You swallow, taking every ounce of strength and will power in you to hold his gaze.  

“Yes, Chan.  Your babygirl is really fucking needy.”

Chan leans back onto his arms, his cocky smile reappearing as he quickly closes the laptop and sets it on the floor.  “What do you want me to do about it, Y/n?  Do you want me to lick your pussy?  Stick my fingers into you and curl them around till you cum all over them?”

You let out a throaty groan at his vulgar words, the burn in your core intensifying.  Although you both haven’t gone all the way to make love with one another, your walls clench at the memory of Chan’s fingers setting an inhuman pace in and out of your cunt.  Being that Chan is your first boyfriend ever, you wanted to take it very very slow with him.  Chan is a sweetheart and never does anything unless you give him verbal affirmation.  Now though, you’re glad Chan has abandoned his previous delicate handling with you.  Though you would love to bury Chan’s mouth deeper between your aching legs, you know what you want.  

Your eyes flick back up to Chan and you give him your puppy eyes he loves.  “May I please suck your dick?”

Chan groans and wraps his arms around you, kissing you strong and hard.  His hands tangle your hair and his tongue strokes yours.  Its dreadfully hot and messy, there’s drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.  Your mind goes blank as your hands travel down to toy at the hem of Chan’s shirt.  Gingerly, your fingertips trace over Chan’s abs and his v line, up to his nipples and collarbones.  He groans into the kiss, pulling back to flatten and lick his tongue up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.  His shirt pools at your wrists as your hands go higher and higher until Chan pulls back and you rid him of his shirt.  “You sure you don’t want me to go down on you first?”  Chan’s eyes are earnest and caring, “I can kinda feel how wet you are already.”

Blushing you shake your head vigorously, as you’re made aware of your barely covered, drenched, and aching pussy pressed against Chan’s hardening bulge.  You pout, widening your eyes in innocence that you both know you abandoned long ago.  “I’m sure of it, Channie.  Please,” you whine, fumbling with the elastic of his sweatpants, “I want you in my mouth please.”

His eyelids droop in lust, "Of course, babygirl.  Anything for my baby.”

Swiftly, you take your shirt off, shivering as your bare nipples are exposed to the air and tug Chan closer.  Immediately, his rough hands are cupping your breasts, massaging and flicking and toying with them as you trail you teeth up his sensitive neck.  Feeling him growing harder under you, you smirk into his neck and begin grinding down on him, releasing some pressure in your stomach.  He grunts softly, biting his lips to keep embarrassing sounds from escaping his mouth.  

You cup his face, grinding down harder, whining “C’mon Chan, you know I hate it when you’re quiet.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head back as a beautiful moan erupts from his throat.  Smiling to yourself, you push him down onto the bed and tug his soft grey sweatpants off.  In the pale moonlight, you can see the stain of precum on Chan’s light blue boxer briefs where his painfully erect bulge strains against the tight fabric.   “You’re so beautiful.”  You whisper, but your palm presses down harshly on his bulge.  He hisses sharply, his hands gripping the sheets, causing his veins pop out more.  Teasing, you begin softly stroking his clothed length, smirking at his pitiful whimpers.

Chan coughs a groan out to mask his embarrassing sounds and growls, “Stop fucking teasing, Y/n.”

You smile at his attempt to gain control but comply regardless, swiftly pulling his boxer briefs down.  Chan’s length slaps his stomach and Chan fully moans then bites his forearm.  “You’re such a fucking brat, Y/n.  Keep that up and I won’t be gentle with you anymore.”

The threat goes straight to your pussy and you guiltily lean down to press a kiss to his glistening red tip, your fingertips ghosting up and down his soft pale inner thighs, as your mouth begins to salivate.  They trail up to fondle his balls and you take one into your mouth, sucking lightly.  You hear Chan exhale deeply and resume his clutch on the sheets.  You take the other side into your mouth and begin stroking up his length very very softly.  Drawing back, a thread of saliva connecting his balls to your swollen lips, you blow on his dick, your head gradually moving downward until you envelop his length in your mouth, flattening and curling your tongue around him.  Chan moans loudly, cursing, which spurs you on to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, breathing through your nose.  His wiry hands find their way to the back of your head and in tandem, he begins thrusting up into your mouth.  You let out a choked cough, your eyes burning as resolve courses through you.  You match his pace, sucking, bobbing, and swirling around him.  

Breathlessly, Chan groans, “Does my babygirl like choking around my cock?  You’re making me feel so good, baby.”

Chan’s praise makes you ignore your jaw which is beginning to ache.  He removes his hands from your hair and hoists his upper body up to get a better view of your lips moving up and down his length.  

“Holy shit, Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.  Taking me so well like that.  You really didn’t want to watch that movie, huh?  You were just needy for my dick and wanted an excuse, isn’t that right, babygirl?”

You let out an involuntary groan around him and he hisses softly.  You pull back, replacing your mouth with your hand and begin pumping, your thumb swiping over his tip.  He gasps, rolling his head back onto his shoulders and you press your thumb against the underpart where his tip meets the rest of his length.  Chan shudders and you take a good look at him to store away for when he’s gone.  His shoulders are heaving and his eyes are glossed over in lust, love, or both.  His abs clench every time you touch a sensitive area and his glorious thighs are shaking.  An overwhelming sense of love and admiration for Chan crashes over you and you take him back, suddenly, into your mouth.  

“Look up at me, baby.”  He commands, his hand reaching down to caress your cheek.  You give him doe eyes and hollow your cheeks.  Chan groans deeply, his hazy eyes piercing you as his finger boops your nose.  You clumsily smile around his dick and he whispers, “For sucking my dick so well, you’re really too cute, Y/n.  You’re such a good girl and all for me, yeah?”

His praise sets a fire in your heart and heat and you bob your head faster, hands pumping at the base in tempo with your mouth.  Chan runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it out of your face, whispering, “”Make me cum, baby, I’m fucking close.”  

You fondle his balls, flick your tongue, and feel ropes of cum flood your mouth as Chan lets out a choked, “F-fuck.”

Slowing down, you move your hands to caress his thighs, riding out Chan’s high. Only once Chan lets out a heaving groan and collapses back onto the bed do you slowly pull off Chan’s dick with a playful pop.  You kneel, looking down at his panting body.  He’s buried his head in his elbow and you crawl down to move his arm so you can see his face.  Gazing down at Chan, a bubble of affection swells in your chest and you smile at his fucked out expression.  You kiss him slowly, allowing him to taste himself on your tongue.  He smiles into the kiss and you pull back, “Did I do well?”  You ask, eyes wide and smiling.

Chan’s face bursts into a wide, endearing smile and he sleepily tugs you down so that both of your bare chests are pressed together.  He gently kisses the top of your head, your forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, plants a soft kiss on your lips.  “Yeah, babygirl.  You’re so good for me.  Though,” he lifts his eyebrows, “I’m gonna get you back for all your fucking teasing, you brat.”

You smile guiltily up at him, “I’ll keep you to that promise, Channie.”

He smiles, then nuzzles his nose in your cheek.  “You want me to eat you out now, baby?  Return the favor?”

Shaking your head, you kiss his plush, swollen lips.  “Another time,” you look up at him with shining, puppy eyes, “and then can I ride your face, please?”

[spellbound-banshee]

She Laughs - Adam Sackler

Summary: Adam and you decide to indulge in some sexy times (your first time as a couple), and it’s different with him.

Warnings: fluff, smut (first one on tumblr!), general crackheadedness

Pairing: Adam Sackler (HBO Girls) x Reader

A/N: this is my first smut on here and i haven’t written one since the 8th grade so i might be a bit rusty, also it’s lighthearted so... i guess enjoy?

“Sorry, did that hurt?” “Are you sure?” “Show me how you like to be touched.”  “Say it again.” “God I love your hands.” “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good.” “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

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Adam had spontaneously called you as he was spending another day alone at his apartment. He’d been attempting to learn how to use his phone just so he could talk to you every day, and he finally realized that he was tired of being alone. 

So here you were, on a normal Tuesday sitting on his couch as you searched his fridge for anything good to eat. He’ll never admit that he looked at your ass every time you bent down to get something at the bottom. “Man, you’re really healthy.” You teased as you pulled out two apples and threw one in his direction. He fumbled a bit to catch it but still managed to watch the way your body moved as you sat down.

You hadn’t had sex as a couple yet. You’d only been dating for a couple weeks and he definitely respected your request to take it slow, anything to be with you. Even after a couple of weeks, he swore he was falling for you. You smiled at him with a tiny nose scrunch and he felt his heart flutter a bit, the apple completely forgotten as he just wanted to ravish you.

You bit into the apple and a bit of juice escaped from the area of the bite, so you swiped your finger along the bottom and licked it off your finger - quite innocently. He groaned playfully, slamming his head back against the end of the couch and smiling. “What?” You teased, shoving his shoulder a bit as you took another bite of the apple.

“Oh god,” He groaned again and picked his head up to look you up and down, “how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?” You nearly choked on your apple at this kind of talk, swallowing and finding yourself blushing at the compliment. You saw his eyes widen at the comment, “sorry, was that too forward?”

You couldn’t help yourself, you put the apple on the couch and launched at him to kiss him. He gasped slightly at the sudden action but nonetheless let his lips mold to yours, his wandering hands brushing against your waist. Feeling bold, you picked your leg up and straddled his lap, inching further towards him as you could feel him tense up. “Sorry.” You suddenly said, pulling away.

“God, don’t be.” He replied, placing gentle hands on your waist to steady you. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” Your initial shock surprised him more than you - how could he not want you? He thought about you every day, he practically worshipped the ground you walked, and you were surprised that he wanted to ravish every inch of your body?

“I... uh...” He thought you were going to reject him, that you were going to say you wanted to take it slow and things would be awkward from now on. All of the worst case scenarios flooded his head, until he heard you say those magical words. “Yeah... me too, actually.” You chuckled nervously, running your fingers through your hair while one hand remained on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” He asked sweetly, both of his hands coming up to cup your face, and you couldn’t help but kiss his palms.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You nodded, taking a deep breath. It’s not like you were a virgin, but your ex was an asshole when it came to sex - he was pressuring and demanding, and never gave any time to you. You really liked Adam, he didn’t deserve your sexual baggage, but now you were ready to let go.

“Fuck yes.” You heard him whisper, and you didn’t have time to giggle as he kissed you with a new hunger. He pulled you closer by your face and held you there, as if he never wanted to let you go, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He found an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and your soft moan caused a flash of heat in his stomach. Suddenly he was desperate, wanting to hold you close and clawing at your shirt like a rabid animal. You pulled his hair accidentally as you tried to grab his face, but from the groan he let out you could tell he didn’t not like it. All of the feelings you’d both held inside for each other came spilling out, and neither of you were in control of your bodies.

Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of your thighs and lifted you up like you were paper, causing you to squeal into his mouth. The brief separation just made him more desperate as he tried to navigate his apartment still connected to your lips. As he finally found the bedroom - out of habit - he threw you onto his bed, causing you to make a noise that resembled a bit of pain.

“Fuck!” He quickly ran over to kneel by your side, “sorry, did that hurt?” The worry in his voice was quickly replaced by relief as he heard your muffled giggles.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You waved him off, covering your mouth a bit as you continued to giggle. He laughed a bit with you, softly crawling onto the bed and leaning over you to kiss you. Your giggled subsided as you kissed him back, running your nails down his back - feeling bold once again, you nibbled on his lower lip and pulled his out a bit while you were kissing. 

“Fuck.” He growled, pulling away and leaning down to kiss your exposed shoulders, biting just a bit to leave some marks. “You’re so hot.” He whispered, making you blush once again. He felt himself wanting to lose control, to just pin you to the bed and fuck you into next Wednesday, but he wanted to take it slow with you at first. The fucking could wait.

“Can I... please take your shirt off?” His hands tugged desperately at the button of your loose t-shirt, begging for it to be removed.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You teased, and he giggled as he raised the shirt up and off your head. “The bra is a front clasp so...” You laughed once again as you saw his confused face, so you reached down with trembling fingers to undo the clasp.

As it fell off, you watched his expression of confusion melt into one of awe and adoration. “Holy shit.” He breathed, staring at your tits like they were the eighth wonder of the world, “you’re so... you’re so fucking breathtaking.”

The atmosphere in the room changed as he leaned down slowly to kiss you gently, his warm and calloused hands resting on your stomach. You could cry at how loved you felt in that moment, so gently held by such a strong man above you. God, you wanted to treat him right.

The mood shifted once again as his large hands came to fondle with your breasts, and you let out a gentle moan. He wanted to hear that moan again, he made it his life goal to make you moan his name until you couldn’t remember your own. You bit your lip as his thumbs circled your nipples, arching into his touch - it startled him how sensitive you were. “God I love your hands.” You moaned as he continued his work, the praise making his pace falter a bit.

“Say it again.” He growled, placing his head in between your breasts and kissing the cleavage. 

“I fucking love your hands.” You repeated, taking one of them off your chest and kissing the tips of his fingers. Your words caused him to moan a bit, and even though you heard it his pride would never admit it. He started to kiss down your body and started to fiddle with the hem of your sweatpants, silently asking for them to come off. “Please.” You nodded and he practically ripped them off, grabbing one of your thighs and kissing down your calves until he almost reached the promised land.

“Please don’t make me beg.” You whined and he chuckled, shaking his head against your stomach.

“But you’re so cute when you do.” He protested, causing you to giggle and reach down to take off your underwear.

“Just touch me, pretty boy.” You whispered, kicking the panties off your legs and noticing the way he stared at your pussy and moaned at the nickname. “You like being called pretty boy?” You asked, running your hand through his hair as he couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy.

“How are you even real?” He asked genuinely, looking up into your eyes and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, shoving his face away playfully. “Can I eat you out?” He asked, and you felt your face get hot at the question - you also felt your heart flutter, nobody had ever asked how you felt. The way you nodded made him laugh, but he quickly grabbed your thighs and spread you out for him. “Tell me how it feels.” He whispered, and before you could respond he dove right in.

His tongue instantly latched onto your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub a bit before taking the flat of his tongue and licking up your entire mound. “Fuck!” You moaned - you haven’t been eaten out in a very long time, and Adam took notice to how sensitive you were. He moaned gently around your clit, once again swirling his tongue around the nub and causing you to let out the same moan. He could feel the electricity shoot up and down his entire body at just the sound of you, he could only imagine what this pussy felt like. 

“Fuck, Adam!” You mewled, finding yourself grinding against his mouth, already feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. He moaned around you at the cry of his name, pulling you closed by your ass and suffocating himself on your skin. He could be buried in your pussy for days if his body would allow him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He sarcastically mumbled as your hands came down to cart through his hair, messing it up and making it stick upwards. You seemed to like the vibrations against your clit, so he moaned again and he could feel your body tightening. Your moans became closer together and louder, your hands became fists in his hair and you pushed your mound against his mouth. With one final suck to your clit, you came gloriously on his mouth - your thighs closed around his head and he actually thought he would suffocate against you. What a way to die.

“Fuck...” You breathed when you finally came down from your amazing high, staring down at the flushed man below you. You bit your lip and ran your fingers through his hair to put it back into place, pulling him back up to your face to kiss you.

“You are... so, so beautiful.” He sighed against your cheek, kissing it gently and nibbling on your ear, causing you to giggle. “I like the way you laugh.” He smiled, kissing your ear and traveling to your jawline. “It takes the pressure off, I feel like I can be myself around you. It’s so freeing.” Once again, you felt so loved, being held in this context, knowing you both had this effect on each other. You wanted to say you loved him, but you didn’t want to scare him away - but he felt the same.

“I wanna touch you.” You whined, grabbing him by the shoulders and attempting to flip him over, but he was too heavy. He laughed and pushed his head against your stomach, loosening his stature and moving with you as you once again attempted to flip him over. You looked so beautiful on top of him, he could feel the urge under his belt get harder and harder to ignore. “Can I take your pants off?” You asked, and he just blushed from the innocent look you were giving him.

“Go crazy.” He teased, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear just to adore your face for a second. His heart stopped when you smiled again, pulling his jeans down and he helped you kick them off his legs. He felt bad, this should be more about you - you told him about your asshole ex, so he should be giving you all the pleasure, not the other way around. “Kid, as much as I would love- oh, fuck, okay....”

He was about to protest, but knowing what was coming you started to kiss the bulge in his briefs. You knew he felt bad, but you wanted to give as much to him as he was giving to you, and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Can I suck you off?” You asked, and he laughed at the sheer brazenness of your words, but he didn’t protest or complain.

“Show me how you like to be touched.” You whispered as you took off his underwear, his dick instantly standing at attention above you. It was big and intimidating, the tip already red with veins decorating the shaft.

“Woahhhh...” He breathed, “that was crazy hot. You can’t do that.” He shook his head, whipping his hair out of his face a bit - and once again, you laughed that gorgeous laugh of yours. You kissed his thighs with the same amount of worship he did to yours, caressing his strong stomach and kissing up and down his chest. He whimpered before he could catch himself, and you bit your lip at the sound - you made it your life goal to hear that sound again.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You teased, testing the boundaries and determining his preference in positioning, particularly dom-ing. 

“God, yes. Please.” He nodded, his pride hurting a bit for begging but he would do anything you wanted him to do, that’s the kind of power you held over him. He would walk into oncoming traffic for you, he would do anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask.

You started slow, licking up his entire shaft and stopping to suck at the tip for a few seconds. He seemed to like that, shaking a bit the further you got to the tip and the longer you sucked on it. “Fuck, keep doing that.” He encouraged, reaching a tentative hand down to push your hair out of your face. You appreciated the ability to see again and decided to work your way down his cock, taking as much into your throat as you could. He let out a whimper-y growl and threw his head back into the pillows, lifting his hips gently to get further into your mouth.

“God feels so good, kid.” You moaned around his dick, sucking up and down in slow motions to tease him a bit. He wasn’t being rough with you like he normally would, but he liked the freedom of having you take control and work at your own pace - it was sexy. He felt so close already, normally coming from a blowjob would take a little longer but with you below him, he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You obliged and he let out a sigh of relief, but immediately found himself missing the warmth of contact.

He made teasing grabby hands at you, and you giggled while wiping your mouth, coming above him and kissing him sweetly. “You’re so beautiful, Adam.” You sighed, kissing down his chin and across his neck, deciding to leave a couple of marks there. He felt his face heat up at your words, placing a gentle hand in your hair and massaging your scalp as you worked.

“Can I ride you?” You asked sweetly, nibbling on his ear as you said the words.

“Fuck.” He groaned, covering his flushed face with his hands and laughing lightly against them. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Is that a yes?” You questioned, kissing his cheekbone and running your fingers through his long hair to get it out of his face. You noticed some beauty marks that spotted his skin, and you traced your thumb over them, connecting them with non-existent lines.

“That’s a fuck yes, whatever you want.” He nodded and leaned his body up a bit to kiss you on the lips, gently biting onto them and pulling it back. You moaned into his mouth and kissed him with hunger, that fire in your belly re-lighting. “Wait, do you have protection?”

“We don’t need it, I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” He said genuinely, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m sure.” You whispered, crawling down his body and kissing his toned chest on the way down. You lifted your body above his, squeezing his already sensitive dick and lining it up with your entrance. He hissed and grabbed your hips as you started to move down on the tip, his head lulling back and his body already needing more. “Fuck, Adam.”

“Please...” You really had him wrapped around your finger if you had him begging for you like this. His mind was fuzzy with pleasure, his toes curled and his back arched into your pussy - he swore it felt like the first time. Not the mechanics of the first time, not messy or confusing or awkward - you were meant for each other, and he’d never felt pleasure like this before.

“God Adam, you’re so fucking sexy.” You grit out, attempting to adjust to his reasonably sized length; it wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable at first.

“Say it again.” He begged again, and you noticed this time that he actually liked to be praised, possibly because he was insecure but this wasn’t the time to get into that.

You leaned down and connected your forehead with his, the new pressure on his dick causing him to moan, biting his lip in anticipation. “You’re,” you kissed the top of his forehead, “so,” you kissed his cheek, “fucking,” you kissed him hard on the lips, fisting your hands in his hair and pulling him upwards to connect further. He groaned as you pulled away, whispering, “sexy,” against his mouth as you roughly bit his lip.

“Fuck me.” He breathed, grabbing both sides of your head and pulling you back into him for a searing kiss, pushing up into your hips as he couldn’t help himself. You both moaned from the contact, grinding back against his hips as you started to get a rhythm. “Fuck!” Adam groaned as you pulled back a bit to splay your hands over his chest, continuing to grind against his dick.

As you found what worked for you and found a set rhythm, your moans started to become more consistent and melodic. It was almost embarrassing how flushed Adam was becoming, his face and his chest were covered in splotchy red marks. “Shit, yeah.” You moaned and started to bounce on his dick, to which he moaned loudly and threw his head back, nearly hitting the headboard. “We’re gonna... get a noise complaint,” you moaned and put your hands by his thighs to grind against him better, “and it’s not going to be... because of me.” You teased him, throwing your head back and displaying your perfect tits for him to reach out and grab.

“Fuck... I wish I could come up with a good comeback... but you’re probably right.” He shot back, panting and trying his best to last longer, he was biting his lip so hard he was sure it would start bleeding. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cum soon...”

“Not yet, wait...” You begged, bouncing harder on his dick which didn’t help to slow down the process.

“What do you mean not yet?” He stared at you as if you had four heads, “you can’t expect me not to... cum when you’re... fucking me so, so good.” You laughed at his complaint, once again leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “Shit, can we switch real quick?”

“’Course.” You replied, still grinding on him to continue the motion, “whatever you want.”

He nodded, letting out another moan before grabbing your thighs and holding you close, flipping you around as to not lose the connection. You landed on your back with a bit of a squeal, and he lied his head against your stomach to laugh a bit. You ruffled his hair and he looked up at you with that sweet smile, nothing but love and adoration filling those honey brown eyes. “My god, you have no right being that damn cute.”

At the compliment, he started slowly moving against your walls again, and since you were already sensitive, your giggles morphed into moans. “You like the way I look?” He asked, his voice strained as he began to pick up the pace, resting on one elbow while his other hand found itself on your hand.

“Fuck, yes!” You replied, grinding back against him and sticking with his rhythm.

“Oh yeah, fuck me back.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours and biting his lip. “You really like me?” He asked, half to help you get closer and half to confirm that a goddess like you could actually like someone like him.

“Fuck, Adam!” You yelled as his hips started snapping against yours harder and harder, you couldn’t keep up with his pace. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you clung onto him for dear life, he could feel the scratches forming on his back and he couldn’t help but let out a carnal growl.

“Answer me.” He was sweating now, his moans becoming more frequent and closer together. He reached his other hand down to rub against your clit, and he could tell he was hitting a special spot inside of you from the way you were practically screaming. “Do you really like me?”

“Fuck, Adam. I love you!” You couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of your mouth since you were on another planet, but the words made his heart and his pace stutter. Your words set off something deep within him, and now he made it his only goal in life to made you cum, to make you feel otherworldly pleasure.

He was fucking you so good, the pleasure was starting to build up inside of you at such a rapid pace it almost burned. Your mouth was glued open and you couldn’t stop the flow of moans echoing from your mouth, your nails that dug into his back were sure to leave marks that would last a while. “Adam, don’t stop don’t fucking stop please please please.” The hand that was holding himself up reached up to grab your hand, pinning it above your head and holding it sweetly. “Make me cum, make me cum please, please.” You definitely didn’t have any control of what you were saying - and my God he would do anything to please you. He felt his body swell with pride, knowing he could make you feel this good.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He strained, his senses overloaded, surrounded by the godliness of you and this mind-blowing pleasure flooding his veins.

“Please, fuck, inside of me.” You nodded, wanting to kiss him but you were so close and you couldn’t stop your moans.

Just those three words sent him over the edge, pushing his dick deep inside of you as he came harder than he ever had before. The feeling of him still pumping and rubbing at your clit send you over the edge in a way you never experienced before, it felt different, and so much better than anything you’ve ever felt. Your moans mixed together in a somewhat off-kilter but gorgeous harmony, and it went on for a while. Even after the orgasms had subsided, you were both still whimpering, holding each other close and never wanting to let go.

He was shaking against you, wrapping his arms underneath your body and holding you impossibly closer against him. It took a few moments of sub-space bliss before your vision cleared and realized he was crying. “Hey...” You whispered, your voice still a bit shaky and raw, “what’s wrong?” You pulled his head from out of your shoulder, and his eyes were teary and red-rimmed, but he didn’t look sad. He was smiling slightly, not crying enough for tears to fall down his cheeks but enough to blur his vision a bit. You pushed his hair out of his face, trying to read him, and he could tell, so he leaned down to kiss you. Of course, you couldn’t resist kissing him back, but the concern still remained. “Adam... baby... what’s wrong?”

He smiled against your lips, “nothing’s wrong. I’m just moved.” That didn’t answer any concern you previously had and didn’t work to soothe your concern now. In fact, it left you more curious.

“Moved? Moved how?” He seemed to like your confusion, pressing his forehead against yours and nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I love you too.” He confessed, and your eyes briefly widened at the admission - you could tell he started to regret saying it from the way his eyes changed. You hadn’t realized you said that out loud in your haze of pleasure, and although it was something you actually felt for him, that probably wasn’t the best time for it to come out.

“Did I say that out loud?” You asked genuinely, and while he laughed lightly, it still sounded pained. He kissed your lips and looked down, guiding himself out of you with a soft groan, and shifting off the bed to move away.

“I really love you, kid. I know it’s... early or cheesy to say it or whatever, and it’s not just because of the sex, even though the sex was fucking...” He blew out a breath and scratched the back of his neck, causing you to giggle, tears beginning to fill your eyes. “Yeah... you don’t have to... say it back but I just wanted you to know that I mean it.” He gave you a smile, but inside he just really wanted you to say it back, even if it wasn’t true - just for the validation

Adam had always been insecure in a relationship when it came to mutual love, Hannah had fucked him up a bit and even though she was out of the picture, he still held that pain. He really loved you, and when he really loved someone, really felt that connection with someone, he was all in. With these thoughts in mind, the dread and insecurity began to set in, and you could see the sudden change in his face.

“Hey.” Your voice soothed, grabbing his wrist and stopping him carefully in his tracks, he could feel his heart skip a beat before he looked back down at you. His body pulled him towards you, like his brain didn’t have control and it was just you... all he could ever do or see or think about... was you.

“I do love you, by the way. I just didn’t want it to come out... then.” The joy that filled his heart caused his chest to swell at the confession, his mind immediately shaking off the insecurity that so easily plagued his mind.

But you weren’t satisfied, he still seemed to hold onto the pain, so you pulled him back down to the bed. You lifted your weak body up and planted a firm kiss on his lips, he moaned briefly at the surprise. “Adam Sackler.” You soothed, cupping his face with your small hand, your other coming to connect with his large one. “I’ve loved you since the moment you sat down in that restaurant, the moment you talked about your love of acting, the moment you opened up so we could communicate better, the moment I sat on your couch and we ate yoghurt in silence. Every moment with you, has made me love you so much more. Please, believe me when I say you are one of the best people I’ve ever met.”

He just shook his head and smiled, his mind immediately shaking off the insecurity. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, kid.” He was hiding his emotions a bit, truthfully he could start crying and lie in your arms all day and night, being reassured of your love over and over again.

“I like the way you call me kid.” You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose and he scrunched it a bit in response, pushing his forehead against yours until you were lying on the bed. “I’m trying to think of something for you, I’ll come up with it when I’m actually on Earth.”

He chuckled as he got up off the bed, kissing your hand and walking to the bathroom. You were going to protest, but you felt your body become heavier the longer he was gone, and you began to drift in and out of sleep. 

Suddenly, you were met with a warm sensation around your sensitive pussy, causing you to jerk backwards in surprise. “Sorry! Didn’t want to bother you.” He whispered, cleaning you and himself up, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, I should probably pee anyway.” You shrugged, hoisting yourself out of the bed and giving him a small kiss on the neck before walking to the bathroom.

“The bed’s getting cold.” He whined as you began to come back, washing your hands in the bathroom. You giggled at his neediness and dried your hands before walking back to the bedroom area. He smiled when you came in, and you swore you would never leave just by the adoration in his eyes when he saw you. You promised you’d marry him. And have his probably freakishly large children.

“Better?” You asked as you cuddled against his chest, kissing his collarbones and making your way back up to his face.

“Much.” He whispered, before sweetly kissing you on the lips. And you lied there in comfortable silence as the functions in your brain began to quiet, and your bodies became heavier with the weight of sleep.

And in that moment, he promised he would marry you.

-

[trillian-anders]

the harlot - i

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: descriptive violence, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn

word count: 4.2k

description: harlots inspired au;

one last run before shipping off steve rogers is brought to a brothel to love a woman in case of his untimely demise at war. he meets the reader, young and fresh, not yet tainted by the world they’d been born into. a torrid one night love affair that costs their mother greatly. a promise and years later they meet again, the reader resentful and distrustful. the charming, now captain rogers, seems as captivated in reader as ever. but it’s never meant to be. and you both know that.

The wiles of women. They were a trap for men, the bawdy, the harlots and succubi that taint husbands and sons with powdered skin and lips red as blood as if pricked on a rose’s thorns. The pink blush of their cheeks, draped fabric and perfectly coiffed white wigs. Their ribs crushed under the ties of a corset leaving bruises on their belly and hips. Small tight shoes that pinch their toes and a shiny penny shoved against the entrance of their womb to prevent pregnancy.

You could be one of those. You had potential. The kept woman of bureaucrats and bankers. In a home paid for them by the men who made the world turn.

“A beautiful girl you are.” Men would say. Their fingers tilting your chin up to gaze upon the craft of your Mother. They always called you beautiful. When you were a child and free, running through the streets in your patched skirt and ruddy knees. The grab of a man’s hand interrupted by your Pa.

A brawl or two for your protection, your Pa’s fists bloody and raw cracked on the jaw of a man trying to fondle his child in the street. Otherwise left alone. He wasn’t your birth father. The man who spewed you into your Ma’s belly you’d not a clue of. With this profession you can never be sure. Your Pa was a man who loves your Ma. They had a little boy together and they run the house that women sell their sex from.

The house you live in and have lived your entire life.

The only gain for hope in your Mother’s case, was to sell you to someone who would give you a good life. Better than a whore on the street, but not as good as a wife with a man to love and a man who loves you.

“You’ll never want for anything,” Your Mother would say, curling your hair around her fingers as she painted your lips, a soft pink. “You’ll be taken care of.” Pinching your cheeks for color. “And a man will not have control over what you own.”

You’d be kept on a salary. Like an employee in a home as part of the package. The goal of having a sweet little place in high society where you’d attend parties and drink and charm your way about in fine silks and a coy smile. One your Ma had you practice in the mirror. A gaze to bewitch me and have them chase your skirt all about town.

Your image was perfection. Hair in perfect curls and the flush of your skin against power pink fabric and a tightly bound corset, breasts pushed oh so innocently up. A tease for the body that they would have to pay to see.

Men love a blushing virgin.

A favorite you were. Taught piano, how to read and write. You learned card games and how to flirt with a glass of wine, your lips meeting the rim and peering up through your lashes at men who were drooling and waiting for their turn upstairs.

You played piano with a coy eye while the girls worked the room at parties. Watching a hand slip up a skirt, a drag into the dark hallway and the creaks of their beds through the floor.

And tonight was no different.

“Your bid is going soon.” Your Ma flit around the room, pulling a beautiful silk lavender gown and laying it before you, circling behind to tighten your corset. A free breath gone from your lungs, hands clutching the bed post as your breasts spilled upwards and your waist was synched tight. The wraps loosened on your curls, pinned in a bow away from your face. Innocent and sweet. A heavily jeweled necklace on your throat. A tight nude colored shoe and the dress was laid over your skin, soft and barely worn. “It’s a special occasion.” She reasoned.

You were to put on a face, shy and sweet, endearing. A group of men coming to the house for a party, special, and paid in advance. Men who would hold great standing off fighting in the King’s army. Men who would one day be those very men who make the world turn. Generals and servicemen alike. “A fine fit, I would say.” Bids for the sweet honey pot between your thighs.

You’d had offers when you were young as ten. But your Ma wouldn’t. “You’ll be better than I was.” Better than a young girl sold off and meant to please the perverts that prey on the young. “You’re worth more than that my sweet girl.” Her fingers would brush your cheek with affection. The love she felt for you palpable. The favoritism in her own blood opulent. How many pounds would be enough to sell your flesh for the very first time?

You were to be shy and sweet. Stick by her side as men approached and aimed to charm you upstairs. You watched as girls you knew and trusted, the ones you read the paper to and ones you’ve aided with pregnancy and illness, these girls nothing more than a hole to find solace in for the night. A night before leaving to risk their lives on some expedition for the King’s need for global power.

Some were handsome, charming, and one with a chipped tooth made you blush. But one by one they disappeared up the stairs and out of sight. Raucous moans and the slamming of headboards. You catch a thief in the kitchen.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” A boy, or a man, his cap held in his hands as he worried the brim. He looks smart with his blonde hair back and tied neatly in a black bow at the nape of his neck. Not a mark on his uniform, the jacket open to his shirt underneath. He seems startled by you. His mouth parts, lips pink and a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I—” He stands, “I uhm…” His hand reveals a fuzzy peach, missing a bite. It was the shine on his lips. You were unsure of what to do. This was the first time in your life that you had been truly alone with a man.

“You haven’t found your way upstairs.” A soldier who hadn’t found his way into the cunny of a girl before leaving tomorrow. “Isn’t that the point of even being here?”

“It wasn’t my choice, I uh—” He was naïve, it was sweet. Nervous. “I don’t know what I’m doing here if I’m honest.” You worry your bottom lip. In the light of the fire you could see how flushed he was, his fingers digging into the peach enough for the juice to run over his fingertips.

“Most men come here for sex.” To put it bluntly, he looks down at his shoes, scuffs them on the floor, then back at you. Your head tilted to the side, “Are you a virgin?” The way his mouth parts, his eyes widening. The answer was yes. You smile, soft and sweet. “Me too.” Leaving the doorway, you settle yourself at the kitchen table. “I’m Y/N.” The scoot of the chair back across from you as he sinks into the seat.

“I’m Steve.”

…

The fake moans. It’s what really gets him. The back arching, toe curling, screams. The vice of your heat on his cock. A familiar and rough tug and pull of your skin. His hands finding your flesh, gripping at whatever hold he could get. “You’re a jewel, a proper pearl among the sea of shit that is in my life.”

Alexander Pierce was a King’s man. Older with a wife who couldn’t be bothered and children older than you. He paid a pretty penny for your maidenhood. Your coy smile the charm you’d give his guests. He paid you well. Just what your Ma wanted. The mistress of a man with more money than you could ever spend in this lifetime.

Your life had changed from where it had been by such leaps and bounds that you couldn’t help but be grateful. Where people could see anyway. You were brought fabrics from China, intricate designed cloth from Spain. A row of shoes in your closet in each color you could possibly imagine. Dresses lavishly adorned with jewels. Pearls and rubies. Ribbon and lace.

“Tonight.” His fingers gripping your hair as his hips viciously slap against yours, “You will be proper and charming.” A grunt, “And you will make my guests feel welcome, no matter what I ask you to do,” The harsh rip of your hair, “You will do as I say.” Your scalp would be sore, ache as you pin your hair back to fit under the powdered wig you’d be wearing for the night. Your eyes more vacant than ever. Watery and tired.

You needed a drink.

You hardly ever got to see your Ma anymore. On occasion she would be allowed to call on you. If your schedule coordinated, she would see you out on your daily stroll, but she’d been wrong. Your contract didn’t give you freedom. It didn’t give you power. It didn’t give you control. It kept you wedged under Pierce’s heel. A pretty little ornament he would fuck while you would prey for his seed not to take root.

You wondered if it would have been better to be back home. Where your Ma and Pa were with Peter, your brother who must almost be a man by now. Ten years is a long time.

You bring the façade of life back to your eyes as he meets you in the mirror. His face powdered, but breeches still open. A smirk of satisfaction on his lips as he comes to brush down your cheek. “The pink lipstick.” A demand. “And the blue dress.” His new favorite. He was getting reminiscent lately. Of the night he first had you. In a blue dress just like it.

It would be in the evening, buzzing with wine that you’d fall into old memories. As you watch the other girls bought for the evening flit about while you watched from afar like their own bawd. An artifact is what you became. A whore only touched by one.

…

“Did you always want to fight for your country?” You asked him. The blushing boy, who really was not yet a man. He was too kind for this place. In that instant in the kitchen of your Ma’s home you wondered what life would be like in that moment. If you’d met this son of a wealthy aristocrat as the daughter of one. How he would court you and beg for your hand.

Would he write you poetry? Recite it to you as you walked about in the garden with your chaperone? Would he be asking your father for your hand? And what of the wedding? Would it be like you read in your books on romance and love?

“It’s my obligation,” He shakes his head, picking at the peach pit laid between you. “My father says it will perhaps give me more courage and strength.” While tall, he was thin and gangly. Nervous and unsure. “And on my return I will take over for my family,” A shrug, “Start one of my own perhaps.” It’s to be expected.

“In the country?” You ask him. He sung you a melody of his family’s country estate. The lush foliage and homey cottage that he’d spent most of his youth in, only brought to the city for schooling and now, his stint in the military. “It sounds beautiful.” But not meant for you. Not as bad as you would want it.

“Have you ever been to the country?” You step away to pour more wine, for both you and him. A gentle buzz.

“No.” You laugh, “I’ve never been anywhere outside of London.” You sip from your cup.

“Would you like to?” He’s so naïve and as you look at him incredulously, he seems confused.

“That’s not exactly in the cards for me Steve.” The chair creaks beneath you as you sit back down. His fingers close to brushing yours on the table. You watch him think for a moment, unanswering.

“If you could do anything,” He starts, “If you could be anyone and live any life... what would you do? Who would you be?” His fingers brush yours, a heat on your cheeks.

“I—” You shake your head, “I don’t know.” You’d imagined things of course. As you just did in an alternative life where you would be the wife of a wealthy man in a house you’d get to make yours. But it was never really like that right? A woman couldn’t own property. Even the use of her body was sold in different ways. Sometimes for silks, sometimes for love. Or the imitation of it.

“You’d never thought of it?” The tip of his finger brushed against your skin. He seemed to remember himself and pulled his hands back. “You’d never thought about if you’d been dealt a better hand?” You make the move, capturing his hand in yours. His skin smooth and soft. The tale of a boy who’d never had to do hard work in his life.

“You’d never thought about if you’d been dealt a worse one?” Your thumb smoothed over the back of his hand. He gives you a sad smile.

“You deserve better than this.” A sad laugh,

“You don’t know anything about me.” He leans forward, a soft squeeze on your hand. He licks his lips before saying,

“But I want to.” His eyes searching yours, “I want to know everything about you.”

…

“Lay off the drink.” A harsh squeeze to your side. A tug on your skirt as Pierce’s hot breath reaches your ear. “I can’t have you embarrass me as a lush.” His hand meeting the back of your neck and gripping hard. “Go and socialize.” A harsh push on the back of your neck and forcing you from the corner where you’d buried yourself in your wine.

So you made your rounds. A smile on your face and a drink partially empty in your hand that you never replenished. Putting on a show for the man you knew staring you down from across the room while you charmed his guests.

Men he worked with whose hands wandered, but never strayed too far lest they’d face the wrath of your jealous master. A playful jibe and banter that was practiced and well meaning, never too much of an overstep. Always superficial and always on the surface. Waiting to be called on by your master to appease whomever he was trying to impress.

Working your rounds back to him, charming and entertaining he lay his hand out, two fingers crooking at you. You take his hand as he drags you from the sitting room and out back, girls milling about with men, walking around the gardens and a small group smoking a cigar in the courtyard. A group of men seemingly just arrived, Pierce needing a fashionable jewel on his arm to show a display of his status.

You could have died. Right then and there as you met the gaze you’d dreamt about for nearly a decade. He’d changed, but you assume, so did you. That tall and lanky boy, you could still taste the peach on his lips. Sweet and sticky fingers, unsure and shaking. His shoulders broad and chest muscled, his face full. Your breath caught as his tongue wet his lips, still pink and full. Just as it had been before when you had tugged it between your teeth.  

“Captain Rogers,” Pierce’s hand out to shake, “Glad to see you healthy and back from the front.” A smile, the way he smiled. Side of his mouth endearing. It made your legs shake.

“Glad to be back.” The shake was firm, you could tell, “And who might this enchantress be?” Pierce’s feathers standing tall, a stiff peacock of pride. Steve. His hand grasps yours. Rough and weathered. A kiss to the back of your hand.

“Y/N Parker.” Pierce’s hand met the back of your neck, “I’m sure you’ve heard of the Parkers.”

…

He tasted of the peach he’d stolen. His lips soft and wet against yours. The sweet stickiness of it making you dizzy. It started soft. Ever so soft. Your elbows on the table as you leaned over towards him and met his lips once, twice, and then when his fingers cupped your cheek they melded together and took the breath from your lungs.

Your hand gripped his tightly, dragging him from the table and slipped to the room behind the stairs. Your room.

“Steve.” You sigh, his kiss making your brain swim in your thoughts, you shouldn’t be doing this. “She’s taking bids for me.” Your forehead against his as your back meets the door. “For my virginity.” His brow pulled in concern, his hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “But I want to choose.” You watch him swallow, his voice unsure and shaking,

“Are you sure about this?” You weren’t, you were sure your Ma would be furious, but maybe she wouldn’t need to know. Maybe she wouldn’t find out.

“Are you?” His lips meet yours again, gentle, slow and when you part, you turn, the buttons on your back nervously plucked from their holes. The heavy fabric shifted off your body to fall down off your hips. His hands rest on the stiff corset around your waist as you turn back to face him, shifting his jacket off and tossing it to the floor. Fingers plucking at his breeches as his fingers find the ribbon holding your corset together and slipping it loose.

You’re finally able to really breathe as your hands work on the laces, the bones of the corset peeling from your skin as you’re left in your shift.

Steve’s hands shake as his breeches fall to the floor. His boots tossed off and he’s left in his drawers standing across from you in the lamp light. You could see the hard length of him pressing against the fabric and it makes you shiver. A step towards the bed, his hands found your hips again, capturing your lips as his hands massaged the tender skin, your slip falling from your body to pool on the floor.

He fell to his knees before you, and you’d never felt so powerful. His lips pressing to the red markings on your belly. A soothe for the dig and restriction of your breath for the sake of beauty. A silent worship. His eyes on yours as his lips make their way to your sternum pressing between your breasts. A gentle lead to the bed. His drawers gone and a heat growing between your thighs at the sight of his firm pink cock pointed up at his belly button against a dark blond patch of hair.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks again, finding his place between your thighs. The length of him pressed against your wet cunt. You part your thighs wider, knees cradling his sides as you pressed your lips to his in assurance. Your hand dipping between your bodies to grab him, hot in your hand, and press the tip of him to your entrance.

“I’m sure.” A slow thrust of his hips. It was a strange sensation, different from the curious exploration of your fingers. A mutual gasp as he seats himself fully, a burning stretch. Your hands gripping his shoulders. He dips his mouth down to yours, a soft comforting kiss. A gasp as his hips move back to thrust again.

“Are you okay?” It wasn’t what you expected. Not in the least. He came quickly, as virgins do and he brought his lips to yours before cleaning the cum from your thighs. It wasn’t some big miraculous moment. And you didn’t feel horribly changed by it, “I’m sorry,” He whispers next to you. You lay facing him in the sheets. “I know sex isn’t terribly wonderful for women… at least not the first time. My friend… James, he says… that it takes time and practice to have sex be enjoyable for a woman.”

“Is that why you came here?” His lips pressed to the inside of your wrist.

“I didn’t want to come here at all, honestly.” His fingers were sticky as one traced your bottom lip, “But I’m happy I did.” He sighs, pulling you closer to him, the heat of his body warming you from the chill of the room. “I wish I could take you away from here.” He whispers against your lips, “I wish I could be yours, and you mine.”

…

Steve lets out a laugh, nervous, “I may have heard word of them.” Peirce’s hand tightened on your neck, a silent order to not speak unless spoken to.

“This is Mary Parker’s only daughter, a rare jem and the crown jewel to be held above all.” His other hand tilting your chin towards him. Steve’s face betrays no emotion, shifting into a smile as Peirce meets his eyes again.

“Simply stunning.” Steve agrees, making your heart race.

It’d been so long you didn’t know what to do or say. So you did nothing. And stupid with drink you distanced yourself from him almost immediately. But his eyes you could still feel on you as you walked with Pierce so he could introduce you to a General, and a man named Quill who just came into property in the states.

More wine. And maybe he won’t be able to perform later. The kitchen familiar and dark, a bottle plucked from the counter to refill his glass. The hulking figure in the doorway giving you pause. Your breath catches in your throat. Wine bottle grasped in both hands. He looks as though he’s searching for the words to say, his mouth parted and eyes looking upon you with the boyish innocence they had before.

It bubbled from your throat first, “You never came back for me.” An accusation that comes out more aggressive than you meant it to be. He steps into the light and you take him in tip to toe.

Maybe his father was right to send him off to war. The thin lanky boy that left you came back a broad shouldered and well-shaped man. But it was still him in the way he looked down at his shoes and then back at you. Like he had ten years prior. Bashful. Ashamed.

“I hadn’t been able to come back for anything until now.” You shake your head, sighing and go to move around him,

“Maybe you shouldn’t have come back at all.” His hand shoots out to grab your arm as you pass and you flinch from the action. A stunned reflex he lets go, immediately.

“Y/N—” The anger was bubbling up. Maybe from the wine, maybe from where you’d buried it long ago, but you couldn’t help it.

“My Master needs me.” Leaving him in the doorway and walking back to Pierce whose relaxed posture made you aware that he was almost there. Drunk enough to stumble into his own bed whereas you could sleep alone in yours. A rare blessing in this life.

…

“When I get back from war,” A whisper between your thighs, “I’ll come back for you.” The flat of his tongue in your cunt. A soft whimpered moan of sensation not before felt by you. Those measured means towards ecstasy. His fingers laced in yours as he worked to please you. The boy who’d just became a man, who’d just made you a woman.

As you meet your end he presses those sweet pink lips up your body, to meet your mouth, “Do you promise you’ll come back for me?” His fingers tracing your cheeks, eyes betraying love.

“I promise.” You’d been naïve. Of course, you’d been naïve. When your Ma had come to wake you the next morning and found you with that boy in bed, you’d been flogged for it. A weeping,

“How could you do this?” Her fingers hard on your chin. A curse at Steve, “You will tell no one of this.” And the blushing bumbling boy said,

“I would never.” He hadn’t even been gone a week when Pierce put his bid in for you. Nothing to turn your nose up at. A startling 400 pounds a year salary. One hundred up front. And a pension of such should he tire of you. If he ever tired of you. That first night as you lay under him you thought of your soldier boy, off to war with the promise of a return.

It was in your dreams and hopes, your prayers at night. But as each year passed it grew more and more distant in your mind. Your soldier boy wasn’t returning for you.

And you’d felt a fool.

[myfeetkeepdancing]

"Here?" Peter's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at you for several seconds. "Y-You can't do that here." Shaking his head quickly. "People will notice!" He hisses. 

"And hear it." You comment with a sarcastic undertone. Peter giving you a look. You, in turn, a wink. A blush forming on his cheeks, quickly averting his eyes outside. His fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his blouse. But your eyes are captivated by the stretching fabric of Peter's pants. The bulge growing by the minute. 

"Guess I'll fix something." You place your hand on his lap as you stand up. Hearing him gasp and curse you under his breath. You gaze about the bus, searching for the right person to form your plan. 

You return to your seat with a content feeling. Eyeing a very nervous Peter beside you. "You alright, Pete?"

"Y-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah." He nods, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "Just a...bit nervous." Licking his lips. "That's all. Nothing more." You notice his feet bouncing up and down. 

"I think there's more." You grin. "But, don't worry-" You whisper in his ear. "-I'll fix it." 

"Not now!" He turns to you. Covering his crotch with both hands. "I-..."

"Children!" Mister Harrington calls out through the bus. "We're gonna stop at this station, and have a break. I heard some complaints, so take your time." 

As soon as the doors open, people immediately rush out. Mister Harrington calling after them. "Be back in 15 minutes! Please…"

Peter cocks his head towards you with great surprise. "T-That was… you?" You smile and nod, pressing your lips against his and rise to your feet. Checking if the coast was clear. "I think we're in the clear…" You mumble. Meanwhile, you hear the sound of a buckle opening. Lowering yourself back onto the seat.

"Alright, gimme-" You manage to get out. Peter had perched himself against the window; his pants already opened. One hand stroking his member, the other slipping under his shirt. Giving you a tease of his tensed up abs. Your eyes feasting on the member sticking out in front of you. The head already soaking wet. "Shit... You're horny as fuck, Pete."

"Hell yeah, I am!" He mutters while breathing heavily. "Please… You promised." Panting with his eyes closed, head rested against the window.

You lower yourself on your knees between the chairs and move your lips closer. "Promise me, when we're at the hotel-" You try to say. But Peter's fingers rake through your hair and pulls your mouth over his shaft. His pelvis bucks upwards, pushing it far down your throat, giving you the taste of pre-cum on your tongue. A long contained moan followed from Peter's lips. The strength in his arms fading, allowing you to move up and down quickly and faster, working yourself into a rhythm.

"You can do to me whatever you want at the hotel (Y/N)-" He grunts. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. Gasping loudly as you reach the head once again. "-just… make me cum already."

He didn't want any foreplay. No sensual play of your tongue. Nothing. Just a casual blowjob. With one hand you fondle his balls, the other holding the base of his shaft, sliding up and down with increasing speed and suction. He didn't need much. You glance up, seeing him touch himself under his shirt, panting heavier and heavier. 

His rugged breath and shuddering body gave you the warning. You feel his cock stretch in your mouth, and the veins bulging on the shaft. A gasping moan preceded the wave of cum flooding your mouth. Burst after burst, hitting the back of your throat. You try not to gag, swallowing it down wave after wave.

You lick the last drops from your lips and watch Peter gather himself. "Feeling better?" You ask. 

Peter chuckles with his head still against the window. "Much better…" He laughs. Tapping the side of his glasses. "We… still have 10 minutes left." 

You watch in amazement as his member hardens once more in your hand. "You owe me one." Shaking your head in laughter. "Now I'm going to miss out on a snack." Pointing at the gas station shop.

"No, you don't." He grins. "Let's try that again."

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A/N: These are the kind of things that keep my thirsty mind up late at night. I should be sleeping!

(Not my gifs)

[sadpoemsandsteverogers]

what you do to me ↬ s. crosby

note: hi, babes! the inspiration from this imagine came from a victoria beckham interview, where she said she loved the idea of sleeping in heels. i took that idea, and put a little twist to it. enjoy! 

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (both m/f receiving), cockwarming, swearing. 

word count: 2.9k 

Falling asleep was not a part of your grand seduction plan. No, the plan was to strip out of your work clothes and your undergarments, leave on the heels, scatter your clothes in a trail that led to the bedroom and lay down in bed on your stomach with a soft blanket covering your ass. You were supposed to be awake when your husband got home, so you could watch his reaction as he walked into the bedroom, tired from the game but fired up about the loss. 

It was a well-played game that ended in an overtime shootout, with the Penguins losing to the Maple Leafs. It wasn’t Murray’s fault, the locker room made sure he knew that. Barrie was quick and Murray fought off five other shooters before Barrie. Tonight just was not the night for the Penguins. The loss did not hurt as much as it could have, which they were all thankful for. 

Sidney wasn’t upset about the loss. He just wanted to go home and fall asleep with his wife in his arms. 

Upon entering the house, he was greeted with dim lights and a note taped to where he usually hung his long coat. 

Don’t forget to turn the lights off on your way up. Oh, and don’t trip over anything. 

Huh.

After dropping his hockey bag to the floor, he took off his coat and hung it up, snatching the note from its place. He slid off his shoes and began to turn off the lights, making his way towards the staircase. Before he could even get there, he was stopped by the sight of a shirt on the kitchen floor. 

Huh. 

He picked it up, recognizing it as the one you wore out of the house today. Turning off the lights in the kitchen, he walked back towards the staircase, this time seeing your bra hanging off of the banister.

He smirked, getting the gist of what your surprise might be. Walking up the stairs, he picked up the slacks that you discarded at the top of the stairs. Turning down the hall, he smiled and shook his head upon the sight of your underwear hanging off of the bedroom doorknob. 

Plucking the navy blue material from the handle and adding it to the pile in his left hand, he slowly turned the doorknob with his right, opening the door. 

You were lying on your stomach, a blanket covering just your ass, the sides of your hips, and the tops of the back of your thighs, leaving the rest of you on display. His eyes trailed up and down your body until he noticed something that made him chuckle. 

You left your heels on. 

They were black three-inch red bottoms, a gift from Sidney himself. No matter how much you insisted you didn’t need them, he saw you eyeing them every time you walked past the store window. 

Letting his eyes trail back up to your face, he noticed that you were asleep. Instead of chuckling, this time he let out a giggle. You had been working hard recently and were out like a light every time you got home from work. 

Sidney took off his suit jacket, walking into the closet to hang it up, placing your clothes in the hamper first. Loosening his tie, he popped his collar and slipped it off, hanging it up. Smoothing his collar back down, he headed back into the bedroom, towards the end of the bed. He knelt onto it, one hand gently grasping your ankle and the other your heel, intending to pull them off and stick you under the covers. 

“Don’t.”

Your voice made him stop his movements and leave the shoe on. He looked up to see you staring at him with lustful eyes. 

You rolled so you were sitting up, taking your heel out of Sidney’s grip and pressing it against his chest. You leaned back on your arms for support, and concealed a gasp when you spread your legs apart and felt the cool air hit your slit. 

Sidney’s eyes trailed down your naked body, widening slightly at the sight of your breasts, fingers twitching with want to reach out and feel your budding nipples under his touch. The lower his eyes traveled, the more his mouth watered. When his eyes fell between your thighs, his lips parted. 

You were wet. 

And he wanted a taste.

He moved forward, but you used your leg to push him back. 

You cocked your head to the side, “What do you think you’re doing there, Captain?” 

“I was gonna eat out my wife.” he answered, his eyes boring into yours. You pushed him back so he was standing, and you crawled towards the edge of the bed, moving so you were standing in front of him. 

“You know,” your hands traveled to his collar, moving around his shoulders and his chest, “that sounds nice. But that’s not what’s in store for tonight.”

“No?” Sidney asked.

You shook your head, moving to pull his dress shirt out of his pants, “Not tonight, no.”

Moving your hands back up to his collar, you pulled him towards you, your lips centimeters apart, “Tonight, I’m going to take care of you. And there’s nothing you can do but sit back and relax. No taking charge, no decision making, just you laying on the bed with my lips wrapped around your cock.” 

He groaned at your words. 

You got closer, your foreheads pressing together and your lips brushing against his, “Would you like that, Sidney?” 

He nodded, and your hands went to work on the buttons of his shirt. You pressed yourself up and brought your lips to his. 

The kiss was sensuous, at first. The speed of your fingers on the buttons changed with the kiss. One of Sidney’s hands moved to cup your cheek in an effort to deepen the kiss, the other resting on your hip. 

Once you unbuttoned the last button, your hands ran up his bare torso. When you reached his shoulders, your fingers pushed the material down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. 

You disconnected your lips from his, causing him to lean forward slightly to chase after your kiss, the kiss that still lingered on his lips. Your lips attached to his neck as your hands went to work on unbuckling his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his dress pants and tossing it to the side. 

Your fingers curled in his belt loops, turning the two of you around. Your hands ran up to his shoulders, pushing so he sat down on the bed. He looked up at you, his pupils dilated. The sight of his ardor was stimulating for you, and the feeling of his lips underneath your breast caused your eyes to flutter closed. One of your hands went up to his hair, your fingers gently moving through it as he pressed kisses to your torso. 

Feeling him bite down on your skin and blow over the mark caused your eyes to open abruptly, and you used the hand that was in his hair to push him back. He looked up at you again, and the look in his eyes made you want him inside of you sooner rather than later. But you knew that patience was key, and clenching around him would feel a hell of a lot better once the foreplay had come and gone.

Bringing your leg up so that your heel rested on his bare skin, you pushed him backwards, his back hitting the comforter and his body bouncing slightly. You stepped closer, your fingertips dancing up his insanely muscled thighs, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. The sound made you smile. 

Your fingers gently brushed against his dick, which was straining against the zipper of his pants. You slowly unbuttoned his pants and dragged the zipper of his pants down, and you let out a silent laugh when you saw Sidney lift his hips and push the material downwards, his hips wiggling as he tried to get his pants and boxers off. 

“Lemme help,” you said, grabbing the bunched up part of his pants and boxers, pulling them down his legs, along with his socks. You dropped them to the floor, your hands moving back up Sidney’s body. You crawled up the bed and settled between his legs, pressing kisses onto his v-line and moving downwards. 

You lifted your head to look at Sidney, and saw the pleading look in his eyes. 

In response, you wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around him. His head dropped back against the mattress, a moan leaving his lips. 

You removed your lips, licking an upwards stripe on the underside. Your eyes flickered up to his face and watched the way he pulled his lower lip under his teeth, admiring the way he looked with his head thrown back, a shiver traveling through him. 

You took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down slowly. His hips twitched, and you moaned around him, noticing the way his hands twitched beside his body.  You moaned again.

“Jesus, Y/N, if you keep...” he cut himself off, and you removed your lips from around him, pulling back slowly. 

“Not yet, baby. I want you to enjoy this.” 

You pushed yourself off of the bed, studying him for a moment. 

“You know I enjoy this, right?” you asked him with a quirked eyebrow. 

He nodded at you, “Yeah, I do.” 

You picked up your right leg, resting your heel against the bed so you were exposed to him. His lips parted slightly, and a strangled groan left them when he saw you swipe your fingers through your wetness. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered, eyes widening at the sight. 

“I just want to make sure you know what this does to me,” you settled back in between his legs, wrapping the hand that was covered in your wetness around his cock, “what you do to me.” 

You slowly moved your hand up and down, getting his shaft nice and lubricated. 

“Oh my God,” he breathed, “you drive me crazy.”

You giggled as you pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, speeding up the movements of your hand. You pressed a kiss to each of his balls, sucking on them lightly, drawing more lascivious sounds from Sidney. 

You replaced your hand with your mouth, using your wet hand to fondle his sack as you brought him closer to his orgasm. 

With your free hand, you grabbed one of his and put it into your hair, feeling him tangle his fingers in it and tug slightly. You moaned around him at the feeling, at that sent him over the edge with a shout of your name. 

You swallowed the ribbons of cum that he released into your mouth, still bobbing your head to work him through his orgasm. When he was finished, you gave him a few licks and removed your mouth from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

You crawled up his body, placing your lips onto his. You ran a hand through his hair, smiling against his lips. 

“How do you feel, baby?” you asked, pulling back to look at him. 

“Amazing,” he said, smiling up at you, “and hungry.”

You laughed, “Good.” 

You placed a languid kiss on his lips, pulling away and moving so you were just above his face, “This what you want?” 

Sidney’s response came in the form of him wrapping his arms around your thighs, pulling you down on his face. He began by licking around your clit slowly, never quite touching the sensitive bundle but getting so, so close, and then moving away. You could feel his hot breath on your wet folds and the feeling sent a shiver up your spine. His tongue dipped into your entrance, teasing you. 

You looked down at him, meeting his eyes, “Sidney,” his name came off of your lips like a warning mixed with a plea. 

His lips wrapped around your clit and started to suck, causing you to jolt forward and grasp the headboard. 

“Oh my God,” you moaned. His tongue poked out and lightly tapped your clit in a circular motion, causing your eyes to roll backwards. 

Your hips twitched, and Sidney felt it. He continued his ministrations, but used a hand to tap on your hips, letting you know it was okay to move against him. 

You began to grind down onto his face, almost unable to control yourself. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and you let out a soft moan. The feeling of his lips and his tongue were consistent in all the right places, causing a string gasps to fall out of your parted and puffy lips. 

“So good, Sid, so good,” you praised, your head tipping backwards. Sidney let out a moan and the vibrations felt wonderful against your sensitive heat. 

You were close. You just needed something, and Sidney knew that. 

He removed one of his hands from your thigh, and inserted a finger into you, massaging your g-spot and pulling the trigger on your orgasm. 

You cried out his name, your body lurching forward as you came. Your body went rigid and didn’t relax until your orgasm was done. Still trying to catch your breath, you swung your right leg off of him so you were no longer sitting on his face. You moved so you were sitting on his lap, your slickness resting against his half-hard cock. Slowly, you began to rock your hips, leaning forward to press your lips to his. You could taste yourself against his lips, and you sighed against him. 

“You taste wonderful.” Sidney complimented, and you blushed. 

You didn’t respond until he was hard again. 

“I fuck even better.” you quipped, sitting back up. You grasped him in your hand, slowly inserting his tip with a gasp.

With only his tip inside of you, you swirled your hips slightly, causing him to moan at the contrast of your warmth on his tip and the cold air of the room on the rest of his shaft. 

Slowly, you sunk down, taking all of him inside of you. Your walls, still sensitive from your orgasm, spasmed around him. 

You sat like that for a while, enjoying the intimacy and closeness of one another. One of Sidney’s hands rubbed your thigh, the other found your hand and laced your fingers together. Your eyes met his, and you smiled at one another as your thumb stroked the back of his hand. 

Maintaining eye contact, you slowly rolled your hips against him, finding a rhythm you liked. Every few movements, you switched up the speed, bringing sounds of pleasure from both of you. 

Sitting up, Sidney connected his lips to yours. The change in angle caused you to gasp against his lips, allowing Sidney to slip his tongue into your mouth. The hand on your thigh moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as you bounced up and down onto him. You clenched around him, causing him to moan into your mouth. 

He knew he was close, and wanted to make sure you got off again. Untangling his fingers from yours, he reached down to rub your clit, the pressure being just enough. 

You let out a soft cry, biting your lip. 

“Let go, baby. Cum for me,” he whispered, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. 

You felt the hot coil inside of you begin to unravel, your hands grasping at his shoulders as you through your head back, shouting, “Oh, Sid!” 

The feeling of you tightening brought about Sidney’s orgasm. He bit lightly into your shoulder, shuddering as he emptied himself inside of you. 

Your hips began to slow as you helped the both of you ride out your orgasms, eventually coming to a full stop once you were both done. 

Sidney moved to rest his head against your chest, and you ran a hand through his hair, wrapping an arm as far as you could around his broad shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your chest, making you smile. 

“I’m sorry about the loss,” you mumbled, “I hope you know that you guys played your asses off.” 

Sidney nodded, leaning back to meet your eyes, “Goddamn shootouts,” he said, making the both of you laugh. 

“Is it okay if we stay like this for the night?” you asked, and Sidney nodded. 

Wrapping one of his arms around you, he moved to lay the two of you down on your sides, but you stopped him. 

“You can take those off now.” you gestured to your heels, making Sidney laugh. 

He grabbed your left heel, pulling it off and tossing it over the edge of the bed. He moved so the two of you were laying down, you on your left side and him on his right, facing each other. Sidney grabbed your right leg, hitching it over his waist and grabbing your other heel, removing it and tossing it off the other side of the bed. 

He pulled the blanket you had used earlier over the two of you, and you snuggled closer into him. The warmth of his body, the blanket, and his cock still nestled inside of you made you smile against his chest, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “and I liked the heels. A lot.” 

[fairiesherefairiesthere]

Fraxus Anastasia au #3

Fic under the cut ! Or on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23144866/chapters/57301969)

"Yoooo!!!!" Bickslow yells and immediately Laxus ? Yuliy ? gets snapped out of his stupour and pushes himself away from Freed, too aware of how close they had been. He can't shake the feeling of the man's breath hitting his ear like so, the ghost sensations leaving the tips of his ears burning.

"Sup fellas", Bickslow says as he strolls into the room, a woman somewhat reluctantly following him. "I brought an assortiment of snacks that could be classified as a fancy dinner if you aren't all that picky and I'm kind of counting on that." He winks at the both of them before plopping down on some couch and throwing the bag on a table. "Feast my underlings, your king has provided for you."

"I hate you", the woman spits out before turning her glare towards him. "And who is this fool?"

The fool himself would like to know too. With a lazy drawl in his voice, Freed joins the conversation. "His name is Laxus, you might've heard of him." The too large piece of chicken that Bickslow was trying to force into his mouth drops to the floor and the woman raises a single brow. "Right and my name's Evergreen Strauss." Picking the chicken leg back up from the floor, Bickslow points it at her. "I mean, it could be. It ain't that hard to add Strauss to it, all you gotta do is ask your boyfriend to become your h-u-s-b-a-n-d."

"Shut up, he isn't my boyfriend", she snaps before turning her attention back to the blond. "Laxus huh?" He shrugs. "Your friend is trying to sell it to me as well. Currently, I'm not believing him." A single smile slips past her guarded façade. "Good, you shouldn't. He's a pompous piece of shit." While Freed mildly protests her assessment of him in the background, Evergreen shoves Bickslow off the couch and seats herself on it. After extracting the couch from Bickslow, she takes the bag of snacks as well.

Patting on the empty spot next to her, she offers him to sit next to her. "Sit down and have a snack." Turning towards the other two men, she sticks out her tongue. "Bitches don't deserve anything, so don't even bother to ask." (Later on she ends up giving them more than enough.)

"I'm guessing these two have been awfully mean to you."

"No, it's mainly been Freed." The man in question makes an offended noise at this, but Laxus (he likes the name, okay? It's not like it's forbidden to use it. There are people with weirder names out there and he's an orphan so he has the right to choose) isn't done throwing him under the bus. As soon as the next opportunity arrives, he'll do it again.

Evergreen sighs at that and flicks Freed's forehead. 'You rude selfserving bitch, leave people alone." The man in question grumbles a little bit before dramatically flopping down onto the carpet. "Fine then. Oppress me even more." With a gentle smile Evergreen relays the following kind message to him. "Well, with the way you act, you deserve to be."

For a while no one says anything, but Laxus feels more than sees multiple pairs of eyes gliding all over his form. "If there's anything you guys want to say, just spit it out. You're creeping me out with the staring." Awkwardly Bickslow turns his head away as though he hadn't been staring (he's not a very convincing actor). Evergreen however isn't so inclined and continues to look at him, head a bit cocked. "Don't take it personal please, I'm merely assessing how big the chance is that you're our Laxus."

He lets her stare, opting to distract himself by fishing his necklace from shirt and twirling the dainty key attached to it between his fingers, trailing over the letters 'together in Paris' engraved in the tiny thing. The movement catches the attention of the three around him and while Bickslow is busy chocking on his chicken leg, Freed gives the other two a smug glance. "Shut up", Evergreens snaps before he can even opens his mouth, but the young man can't help but shrug cheekily. "Alright Ever dearest." At the open mockery, she decides to try suffocating him with a pillow. She doesn't succeed but the scene does draw a smile from Laxus.

After the bout of tomfoolery, Evergreen plops back unto the couch and shoos Laxus off it. "Fellas", she says addressing Bickslow and Freed more than him. "Tomorrow we'll be starting our journey to Paris. What do we do with him?" This time, she does address him, eyes boring into his soul.

"What does he want?" Freed hummed, faux-nonchalance painted across his figure. "Not that it really matters, I mean, our fourth train ticket is for prince Laxus and this young man says he isn't him. We can't take him  with us", the man says, checking his nails and refusing to even spare Laxus a glance. The way he talks over him as  though he isn't there grates on his nerves and he grits his teeth together. "I am him, that's what you said. Or are you going to take back your words now?"

"I am convinced, but are you?" The man's grin is infuriatingly patronizing and he tuts a bit at Laxus as though he's a child unable to make his own decisions. "I am the prince, alright? So my dearest subject", he smiles, spite colouring his words, "Shut the fuck up."

Holding his hands up as though Laxus' reaction wasn't perfectly reasonable, Freed sighs. "Oh prince of my heart, please do control your emotions. Such a blatant display of discontent is quite unsightly." Snorting, Evergreen gives Laxus a few pats on his shoulder. "I like you, please continue pissing him off. You're a good one Laxus."

Rolling his eyes, Freed lays down on the discoloured carpet beside the couch. "Our dearest future tsar is indeed quite lovely. I'm sure I'll dream of nothing but him", Freed taunted, eyes dragging across Laxus' entire form, a wicked grin playing along his lips. When their eyes inevitably met, Freed dragged out the words, "Nothing but my dearest prince", obnoxiously popping the 'p'. "Goodnight!" the man wished him with a wide, insincere smile before he wished Evergreen and Bickslow the same, fondness turning both his expression and voice kinder. It was a bummer that he couldn't be decent to Laxus like that. Wasn't that something akin to a capital crime?

"We'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so you should try to catch some shut-eye as well", Bickslow explains before crashing right on top of Freed, who lets out a disgruntled little "oof". Evergreen curls up on the couch and Laxus awkwardly scans the room from his position on the floor. With a tired sigh he lays down unto the carpet as well, leaving a few feet between himself and the mass of limbs that's Freed and Bickslow. He doesn't want to get entangled with that.

Waking up, Laxus instinctively knows he's failed his resolution from the previous day. He's utterly engulfed in warmth and despite the hair in his mouth that's most definitely not his own, he decides to simmer in the heat for a while. Unused to the sensation, he draws the heatsource closer. In return his personal heater hums a little before tightening his arms around Laxus.

The little detail that throws him off though, is the insistent snickering around him. Reluctantly he opens his eyes and after blinking a few times to adjust to the light he looks at the being entrapping him.

It's Freed, because of course it is the most aggravating bastard on this unholy earth that has decided to interrupt his perfectly peaceful sleep. "Bitch", he mutters before looking up to meet the curious gazes of Bickslow and Evergreen. "Now that's a bit uncalled for baby", Bickslow judges and Laxus ignores him in favour of collecting a pillow from the couch. "It's time for him to wake up too, right?" Evergreen gives him a slight nod, but removes herself from the scene. He really should've thought harder about his following actions, especially considering that Bickslow scoots backwards too.

With an unforgiving force he brings the pillow in the direction of the greenhaired man's head. However, the two do not connect as Freed's eyes spring open and with a combination of both grace and brute force, he grabs Laxus by the arm and throws him over him, making him slam  into the corner of the nearby table.

"Ah fuck, sor-" As soon as he notices who exactly it is he attacked, he stops mid-apology. An infuriating smirk plasters itself onto his face instead. "Dear prince, as you can see I'm a jack of all trades." Leaning against his side, the man lets his fingers skips across Laxus' shoulders, whispering: "I'll protect all of this for you, everything inch from head to toe." Laxus tries to swat him away but the bastard proves to be annoyingly strong. He ends pushing against a cheek that feels surprisingly soft to distance himself from Freed.

"Boys, if you could stop fondling each other for a minute, we have to catch a train", Evergreen remarks dryly and Bickslow cuts in, "and breakfast, preferably. I'd kill for a meal."

"Then do it", Freed says, eyes wide open. "Human flesh is-" Laxus takes it upon himself to silence him by gagging him with his arm. Dragging the struggling man along, he nods at Evergreen. "Let's go", he says and sighs wearily. He's already regretting this.

Eventually he has to let go of Freed, because dragging a man along in that manner is a bit suspicious and he isn't looking to be arrested. Thanks to what probably is divine intervention, the man has decided to shut his wicked mouth for now. Instead he's letting his gaze slip over their surroundings, letting it hover at certain foodstalls. The overall expression of his face is inconspicious, innocent even with his slightly parted pink lips and youthful glow. But in the depths of his eyes swirl wayward lights and Laxus shivers. Who knows what this man is truly capable of?

Soon, he gets a demonstration of Freed's slightly shadier sides. Although he has to admit it's nothing he hasn't done himself and that Freed's probably not the only crook at work at this market. Approaching one of the vendors with a bright smile, Freed draws the man into a discussion about his wares. Are they the truly the best in town, as his sign says and other useless questions.

Provoked by the questions, the man offers Freed a sample, boasting about his quality. Freed nods along as the man explains the process of making the bread, interjecting with questions here and there. As the vendor launches into from one passionate speech into the other, Freed puts his nimble fingers to work.

It's the nonchalance of his actions that truly baffle Laxus. He doesn't even try to hide his actions, he casually swipes goods here and there and to top it all off? The vendor doesn't notice. At all. As someone who's gotten beaten quite a lot for getting caught pickpocketing, he's envious of the whole ordeal.

After purchasing a single slice of lemon cake and bidding the vendor goodbye, Freed returns to them. "I got you lot some breakfast, want it now or on the train?" Laxus' stomach rumbles at that very moment and as the tips of his ears colour slightly red, Evergreen doesn't spare him his dignity and gives a light chuckle. "Although circumstances", she glances at Laxus and he glares back, "seem to demand we have breakfast now, I'd advise to wait until we can sit down. I think it would make for a far more pleasing experience, right?"

Agreeing with her, they continue their walk. "Do you always gather your breakfast in that manner?" Laxus asks Freed and the man shrugs. "Is it of any importance dear prince? Is being fed not enough for your royal highness?"

"I'm wondering if you guys don't even have enough money to eat...How the hell are we going to get to Paris?" Freed's mouth falls open in a surprised 'o' shape and he covers it with his hand. "Oh my...there's some form of intelligence there after all", he gasps in faux-surprise.

As he moves to swipe at the guy, Freed swiftly stops him by shoving the lather large remnant of his slice of lemon cake into Laxus' mouth. Gross. That thing's been in the other man's mouth. He doesn't hesitate to voice his thoughts, but does throw in a little thank you because he had been hungry and contrary to other people, he knows what manners are.

"No problem", Freed says, voice honeyed and sweet. "The knowledge that you are enjoying your stolen goods, brings me the greatest happiness my dear prince!" Laxus swipes at him again and Freed dodges by smoothly skipping forwards. When he looks back and sees Laxus indignant face and puffed up cheeks, he lets out a laugh that sounds surprisingly close to genuine.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Good For Her

Re-post

Pairing: Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean might always be tough and hard on the outside but for her, he’s always a good boy.

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut (riding crop, spanking, anal play, dirty talk, praise kink)

“Dean, do you know what this is?” She asked, holding up the item in question for him to take a closer look.

“Um..a-a..” “A what, Dean? Use your words!” She chuckled, pointing the thing to his face and putting it under his chin, tilting his pretty face up to look at her. He was too adorable in his ‘nerd’ gear, with his glasses, short sleeved button down and khakis.

“A..riding crop?” He asked shyly but clearly excited. His hands were sweaty, his tongue was dry and he was close to hyperventilating.

“That’s right, Dean.” She smiled and his eyes beamed with pride.

“Now, next question.” She twisted and twirled the crop in her hands and put it to her lips, tongue darting out to lick at it. Dean’s eyes followed her every move behind his thick black frames.

“Do you want me to use it on you?” She walked around until she was standing behind him, and ran her hands along his shoulder, down to his chest. “Would you like that?” Dean swallowed hard, before mustering  up the courage to answer her. “I..uh..” “Say it again?” She hit the back of his chair with the crop, making his body jerk up.

“Yes. Fuck! I- I … yes! Please!” He yelled out, too loud. The excitement was overwhelming and the thought that he may die from too much adrenaline rush through his veins, coursed through his brain.

“Hush, Dean. Let’s get you out of this first, shall we?” Her breath was hot against his ear, and the feel of it, went right to his cock.

She expertly untied the knot of his tie, while she sucked on his earlobe and his legs began to tremble. Without a care, she yanked his shirt apart, sending the buttons flying around the room. Dean sighed, it was the only short sleeved dress shirt he had, but he did not care about details while she sucked and licked at his neck, making him forget his own name.

Dragging the shirt along his arms, she let it drop to the floor.

“Get up.” She commanded and before he even got out of the chair, her hands were on his belt buckle, unfastening them in a hurry.

Dean’s dick twitched against the fabric of his tan slacks as she ran her hands along the zipper, pulling them down a bit too slowly for his liking. She let him step out of them and he kicked the pants into a corner. Before he could blink, her hands disappeared under the waistband of his boxer briefs and gripped firmly around his dick.

“Ah..” Dean bit down on his bottom lip, his hips jerking back a little, bumping into her, as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Mmh.. so hard already, baby.” She was still standing behind him and she had her killer heels on but she still needed to stand on her tiptoes to be on the same level as his head and when she brushed her thumb across his slit; Dean whimpered “Fuck” as he thrusts himself into her grip.

She chuckled, letting go of his dick and he moaned at the loss of her warm hand. She slipped his boxers down his legs, letting them pool at his ankles before she walked around to face him.

She stood in front of him now in all her glory. “Take off your glasses, baby. Put them on the table.”

He did what he was told and stood back, waiting for instructions.

“On the chair, Dean. I want to see your cute ass.” The words left her mouth like a promise and Dean couldn’t say no to that, even if he wanted to. He knelt on the chair, his hands resting on the back of it.

“Bend over, ass up high. Lemme see.” She ordered and he bent down a little more and arched his back, sticking his ass out, presenting it to her like an invitation.

She rubbed along his globes with one hand and he could feel the cold leathery texture of the tip of the crop on his other ass cheek, drawing circles.

“You like that, don’t you?” She teased, whipping the crop through air and it hissed behind him, making Dean flinch.

If he said didn’t love it, he’d be lying, therefore, he called out. “Yes!”

She chuckled low, before she swung the crop, hitting his right ass cheek and Dean felt the sting travelling through his body, hitting his heart and making it jump. “Ah!” He winced, trying not to cry out.

“I love it too.” She said, rubbing her warm palm against the cheek, soothing the pain.

Before Dean could catch a breath and let his heartbeat return to its normal state, another blow hit his left ass cheek, making him arch his back and this time, he bit down on his plump bottom lip.

“Good boy.” She praised, stroking the cheek that just got struck. “You should see your ass, Dean. So pretty. So raw from the two blows. God, I could just eat you up.” She bent down and kisses one of his ass cheeks before driving her teeth into the flesh and Dean whimpered again faintly.

After another four blows to each cheek, Dean’s ass burned like fire; it felt like she’d broken the skin. Sitting was going hurt like a son of a bitch but frankly, he didn’t care. All he could think of, was his leaking cock that slapped against his stomach with each blow and he fucking needs to cum right about now.

“I marked you up really good, baby.” She observed proudly and Dean beamed, knowing that he will wear the mark with pride.

She dropped the crop to the floor and Dean didn’t dare to move. And when both her hands stroked along his ass cheeks, he winced at the pain.

She spread him open, exposing his hole and Dean couldn’t help but wriggle his ass because she was breathing down his crack which made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“Want me to make you feel good, baby?” She asked and Dean didn’t dare to say that it was actually a stupid question because who doesn’t?

“Please.” He mumbled and then he tilts his head back, looking over his shoulder and he saw her staring at him, her face inches from his ass as she held them spread, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“What do you want me to do, Dean?” She asked again, grinning.

“Uh.. this.”

“Be a big boy. If you want something, tell me.”

Dean was gnawing on his lips.

“I won’t do it if you don’t say it, Dean.” She blew some cool air against his hole and then Dean bit down on his lips, drawing blood, the iron taste in his mouth, overwhelming. “It would be a shame if you don’t say it because that hole needs some loving. It’s so pink and beautiful and I bet it tastes fantastic.”

“I want.. I- I want you to lick my ass. Please!” His breathing got heavier and he was panting when the words left his mouth. The visual she painted made his cock even harder, if it were possible.

“Good boy.” She praised him again and it went straight to his heart causing it to glow with pride.

She didn’t waste any time, diving right in, her nose buried in his crack as she sealed her lips around his hole, sucking and toying it with her warm, wet tongue.

As her tongue moved down to stroke the sensitive skin of his balls and back up to his rim, Dean bit down on the inside of his mouth, barely holding in his cries. His knuckles were white as he gripped the chair.

She feasted on him, letting out moans and praises, as if it was the best thing she’d ever had and the vibrations went straight to his cock; Dean knew that if he could touch it, he’d cum. Dean did not want to cum, knowing that he’s not allowed to and disappointing her was unthinkable.

She came up for air, gently pushing in a finger and Dean could do nothing than grunt out his pleasure. “Oh god, Dean, I love your ass. It’s so tight. I would love to fuck it but not today. Maybe some other time, would you like that?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good boy.” She praised lovingly, pulling out her finger, taking a last lick at his puckered hole.

“I really want to spend more time on these bad boys but I’m so horny and I want you to fuck me.” She urged, kissing his ass.

Dean wished that she would never stop but the prospect of fucking her had him groaning as she stood up.

“Turn around and sit.” Y/N commanded. He winced a little when he sat on his sore ass.

His dick was leaking like crazy and she grinned when she saw it. The tip was almost purple from the amount of blood flowing there and Dean was surprised he hadn’t passed out yet.

“Aww look at you!” Her fingers gripped tightly around his dick, making him jerk as she squeezed it up from the base along his shaft, milking out the pre-cum which was oozing from his slit. “So fucking ready for me, aren’t ya?”

Fuck, yes, he is. “Y-yes.” He managed to stutter out.

“Bet I could make you cum just from stroking you. Right, baby?” She twirled her tongue around the tip and sucked at his leaking cock as she fondled it.

He was so damn close and when he looked at her through heavy lidded eyes, she smirked.

“Too bad you can’t huh?” She let go of his throbbing cock, slapping it once, twice, while she held at the base with her other hand, making him wince and squirm in his chair. “No, you won’t. Because you’re a good boy. So good for me, Dean.”

Her hand let go off his dick, making him whimper at the loss but soon his breath hitched at the back of his throat.

She grabbed his balls and squeezed them, driving all the air out of his lungs and he squeezed his eyes shut in agonizing pleasure. It was pain but a good kind.

“So swollen, Dean. Heavy and full.” She snickered, tugging and squeezing at them. “Bet your load’s going to fill me up real good. I’ll be feeling so full. I’ll have your cum dripping out of me for days.”

Dean closed his eyes, imagining her words and if that ain’t making him harder.

“Oh yeah, you’ll love that. I’ll be sitting in a diner, two days from now, Dean, and it’ll be so uncomfortable because your cum will drip out from me. Thick and slick cum that trickle down my thighs.”

Shit, Dean could cum from that talk alone.

“I’ll place my hand on my pussy, slick them up with the cum, making myself so wet in the process and then I’ll put the finger in my mouth, licking your taste from them and thinking about you.”

She straddled his hips, not quite settling down, her hands hooking themselves around his neck.

“Do you want to know how you taste?” She asked but she didn’t wait for the answer, her lips molded to Dean’s, her tongue invading his mouth.

The tasty mixture of his blood, his ass and pre-cum made him crave for more. How fucked up was he? Well, it was not the worst he’d ever done, was it? And besides, she enjoyed it as much as he did, moaning into his mouth as he gripped at her ass, massaging and kneading the round globes in his big hands.

She squeezed her hand between them as she stroked his cock, making him groan into her open mouth and when she lined it along her entrance, Dean stopped breathing for a moment.

She slowly let herself sink down on his cock and Dean couldn’t wait. He had been anticipating it so much, he buckled up, driving up into her as she sank down and Dean thought that he would get scolded but she just laughed it off.

“Eager, aren’t ya?”

“Fuck, yes.”

His breath hitched in the back of his throat as she bounced on him and then she leaned back, arching her back and pushing her tits into his face.

Dean sucked the offered nipples into his mouth, licking and biting down on them as she rocked on top of him.

His ass was so sore and it hurt like hell but he couldn’t help it. He had to meet her halfway, thrusting his hips up, flesh slapping together; he flinched every time his ass hit the chair.

“So good for me, Dean.” She panted heavily, dragging her hands down his chest and then her fingers found his nipples, pinching and twisting them. Dean arched up and drove into her deeper than before and then she clamped her inner walls, driving him insane.

“Fuck, please,” he muttered under his breath, so close to blowing, “Y/N, please, let me come. Please!”

“No!” She slapped him across the face, holding and squeezing his cheeks in between her small hands as she made him look at her. “First me, then you.”

Dean wanted it too. He wanted her to comefirst. So bad. But he’s so fucking close. His toes curled up and his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips.

“Make me come, Dean.” She said, her hand taking his wrist and placed his fingers on her clit as she leaned back a little.

His thumb found her nub and was rubbing against it frantically. Dean doesn’t know anymore, doesn’t have the power to control himself because all he saw was the bliss that waited for him over the edge.

“Not so hard. Softer, you don’t want to start a fire down there, do you?” Her light chuckle made him look at her and then her voice registered in his brain. His eyes were heavy lidded and he thought that he’s seeing double as he tried to still his hand and rub softer against her wet, swollen clit.

“Ah..that’s good. Oh yes, just like that, baby.”

It was hard to concentrate and keep in hands on her when she’s bouncing on him so good and then she locked her legs around his thighs as he was sheathed inside of her to the hilt and just ground on him, making him hit the deepest part of her pussy and Dean had to squeeze his thumb in between them.

Sweat started to drip down his body and his breathing got ragged but then, her inner walls locked around him and heaven couldn’t be any better.

She thrashed above him and then her hand grabbed his wrist, guiding him from her bud, too sensitive for his touch now. She began to rock lazily on his cock and Dean didn’t really mind the decreasing of pace because he was so fucking ready and loaded.

Both his hands gripped her thighs, holding her down so he could buck up a bit as she ground down on him, rolling against his pelvis. She threw her head back as her eyes closed, her pussy squeezing him tightly; Dean knew she was coming. When she came down from her high she looked at him, beaming with afterglow her face, flushed a pretty shade of pink.

“Do you want to come now, Dean?”

He held himself back from rolling his eyes at her because he’s so fucking close, he was shaking.

“Come in me Dean. Can you do that? Come in me and then you can lick me clean? Sounds nice, doesn’t it?” She practically purred in his ears and fuck, yes, he wanted all of that.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on her eyes and he bit down his lower lip because he wanted to blow so bad.

“Then come, Dean. Do it. Fill me up, baby.” Her mouth found his throat, sucking at his pulse point while he trembled beneath her, thrusting his hips up and squeezing his eyes shut as a low growl left his lips. He was sure that she’ll leave another mark on him, he even welcomes it, because he’s all hers.