#the ribbon on my wrist says do not open before christmas

[angeltheveil]

you can open the ribbon on your wrist today

[knavesflames]

Arlecchino’s Christmas Gift

Hello omg sorry for not posting I’ve been crashing out in terms of physical health (yes yes, I’m sick again, yay me!!)

Anyway, a little Christmas present for you all. Apologies if the standard is not Normal, but it will be soon.

Word count: 1497

Contents: soft Arlecchino, bottom!Arlecchino, fingering

Nsft utc<3

Christmas is a busy time for the House of the Hearth. With God knows how many children, Arlecchino works hard to make sure they all have a lovely day. Barbecues are out of the question, the snowflakes sticking to the ground a definite rejection of yet another barbecue. Instead, she opts for cooking a huge feast (or rather, you cook, she tells you to stop adding seasoning).

Watching the children eat and open the gifts she’s spent too much mora on, you can see that her eyes have softened significantly, even if her smile is small and barely there. “I don’t want gifts,” she’ll mutter when you ask her what she wants, she does it every year. “Gifts are unnecessary and superficial. The children receive them because they are children.”

You think she says this because she doesn’t know how to receive gifts. The House of the Hearth before was.. unkind, to say the least. The poor woman has been so busy, she’s barely had time to think about herself (you wonder if that’s the point), you know very well that the children are her priority, always. You, too. She’s made it abundantly clear multiple times to multiple times that it’s you and the children who come first.

When you see her sigh and wipe her forehead in slight frustration, you start to get an idea of what you can give her. Something she wouldn’t deem superficial, something she looks like she needs. And of course, when you excuse yourself early with the claim that you’re ’so tired’ and ‘the day has been exhausting’, she lets you leave with a soft kiss on your forehead and a murmur of affection. You don’t go to sleep, though, no. You wait until you hear the children leave the main dining hall and shuffle to their rooms to sleep before you start putting your plan in motion. You know she won’t go to bed for a little bit, she never does.

You waste no time in making yourself her gift. Putting on the lingerie you know she adores, dimming the lights and putting the small box of.. objects, by the bed, you position yourself comfortably. With clumsy movements, you manage to tie the ribbon around your wrists the way she’s done to you so many times. You admit it’s difficult, doing it with one working hand, but you get it done well enough. Then, what else is there to do but wait? The whole idea is for her to feel better and have whatever relief she desires, but you can’t help but feel excitement bubbling inside of you with every second that passes. She doesn’t feel good unless you feel good. That became obvious when she couldn’t cum until you were just as desperate as she was.

You let out a small breath when you finally hear her soft footsteps, and you’re trying to picture her reaction in your head. For some reason, you suddenly become nervous— what if she just wants to go to bed, or what if she just hates the idea? The ideas run through your head until—

“My dear?”

Your thoughts are cut short when your eyes snap to her. She looks a little shocked, her lips parted slightly, and her eyes scanning you, but she doesn’t seem repulsed or uninterested.

“Merry Christmas. You dislike gifts because they’re superficial, but I’m not, am I?”

Arlecchino swallows, her throat suddenly dry. You’ve always been the thing that gets her to react the most, both of you know that. Her words falter for a second before she manages to murmur.

“No, no you are not,” taking a step forward, then another, her hand reaching out to graze your skin gently. “Archons, look at you. You’re beautiful. All wrapped up, too.”

You smile sweetly at her, all worries dissipating at the look on her face. For someone as ruthless as her, she certainly softens up when you’re around, her touch gentle and her words quiet.

“How long did that take you? Wrapping oneself with one hand is a difficult task, no?”

“It took a while. Worth it to see your face. You can undo it if you want, or you can keep them like this.”

“Stay like that.”

“Okay.” Your own words are a whisper, and you continue to smile softly up at her. Her hands are delicate when they move over your skin, nails gently scratching in the places she knows makes you shiver.

“You wore my favourite.”

“For you.”

“You’re too good to me.” A breath, barely a whisper, but it’s heard nonetheless. It was only for you to hear anyway. She leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips until you return the kiss, letting her tongue meet yours with a soft sigh. You go to wrap your arms around her, before remembering that you have, in fact, tied yourself up. You think you feel her smile slightly into the kiss before her hand wraps firmly around your binded wrists.

Her kisses move downwards, sucking gently at the pulse point of your neck to feel you shiver. She seems to enjoy doing that, working you up only to make you wait. But, as promised, it’s her turn tonight, so you don’t complain. When she’s satisfied that your hands will stay in place and won’t struggle to get out of the ribbon restraints, her hand moves, fingers ghosting the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling it down. You help her, lifting your hips and stretching your legs so they’ll come off as quickly as possible. When they do come off, landing on the floor with a quiet noise, she leans on the bed, knee parting your legs.

Arlecchino grumbles when she realises she’s still fully clothed, and you think you see her hands trembling as she quickly fumbles to unbutton every single button she has and shed the fabric. She returns to her place soon after, her bare skin warmer than flames against yours. Her knee resumes its actions, pushing your legs apart until it meets your core, already aching. You gasp, and she relishes in the sound. She does the movement again before stopping. Digits move swiftly in finally unwrapping the ribbon around your wrists, tossing it to the side.

“I need you,” Arlecchino mutters, almost like she’s embarrassed. “I need you. Please.”

“How?” Although you enjoy occasionally being dominant, you can’t bring yourself to tonight. The poor woman has been so stressed, and this is her gift, after all.

“You know how.”

“Fingers or tongue, Peruere?”

She gasps at the usage of her actual name, her movements of her hands caressing each part of your body she can reach before she manages to speak.

“Fingers. Please.”

So, you waste no time in letting your own hand slip between her legs, moving until you find her clit. You give it a few experimental rubs, finding a rhythm she seems to enjoy before letting your lips land on her neck. You’d tease her for the quiet gasps she lets out, or for the way your fingers slide so easily into her, but you don’t think you have it in you, especially not when her hips start rocking into your hand with a rhythm so messy it’s almost pathetic, in an affectionate way. But she’s getting impatient and frustrated, and she can’t chase what she wants so badly with the rhythm she has.

You let her try for a bit longer, but the small whine that escapes her usually quiet mouth almost makes you feel bad. So, your free hand moves to her hip, gently stopping her before guiding her into a rhythm that causes all sounds to cease— only out of pure pleasure, her mouth hanging open and her eyes, usually so piercing, squeezed shut.

“It’s good?” You hum, struggling to contain the small giggle at the sight of her as needy as she is now.

“Quite.” Comes the only strained reply before her head buries back into your neck. She’s close, you can tell that much by the way she clenches around your curling fingers again and again.

“Are you going to cum for me, Peruere?”

“Yes, for you, yes.” She rasps out. It’s a struggle for her to get out any words at all by this point, and anything she does get out is less than coherent. Then her body tenses, she lets out a sound you know all too well— a mix of a grunt, groan and a whimper all in one, before she collapses onto you, her legs shaking.

You mumble sweet praises into her ear, stroking her now tousled hair until she regains her breath and stops trembling.

“Merry Christmas.” You chuckle, kissing her shoulder.

“That.. may have been the best gift I have ever had. My birthday is in August, if you’re curious.”

She’s being silly, you know that much, but you have one too many ideas to let them fizzle out now.

[melancholyghoul]

Its just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless, the ribbon on my wrist says 'do not open before christmas'

Idk if I like this that much, but the idea has been in my head for like a week

Buck -> Buddie -> Eddie

[frudoo]

Gifts—Joe “Bear” Graves

It’s about TIIIME I write about my baby boy

Merry Christmas my loves!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Alcohol consumption. Lingerie. Blowjob. Fingering. Unprotected PIV. Creampie ofc. Fem!Reader is fat. MDNI.

“Holy shit.”

Joe sounds breathless, cheeks and neck flushed crimson and a matching fire in his blue eyes. In front of the Christmas tree sits you, your soft body adorned with nothing but emerald green ribbon lingerie. Gorgeous and gift-wrapped, and all for him.

“Welcome home, Bear,” you grin teasingly, beckoning him over with a single crooked finger.

Like a dog to a bone, your husband falls to his knees before you, trembling hands stretching to get a feel of your supple, cedar-scented skin or, at the very least, the silk of your barely-there garment. You’re quick to stop him, fingernails gently digging into his wrists. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is a man not allowed to unwrap his own present?” Joe teases, working to shrug off his fatigue coat, still caked with sweat and grime from his latest mission.

“I have a different present for you, first,” you roll your eyes playfully before sliding another gift from beneath the tree—a decorative basket with an impressive bottle of aged bourbon and two glasses inside.

Joe’s eyes widen at the sight, and he laughs softly in disbelief as he holds the bottle in his hands, cradling it like it’s a sacred artifact.

“Baby, oh my- how much did this cost you?” He looks at you with such awe, appreciation, bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.

“Don’t worry about that,” you wave your hand dismissively, carefully taking the drink from him to pour him a glass.

Your husband shakes his head, but the wide smile on his face betrays the absolute joy that settles in the crevices of his mind. As he takes a sip, he hums in satisfaction, savoring the addictive burn that blossoms all the way from the tip of his tongue down to his belly. There’s a hint of smoke in the aftertaste, rich and bold.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, honey,” he nods, twirling the glass in his large hand before finally meeting your gaze. “You're not gonna drink any?”

“You know I don’t like bourbon,” You shrug, placing the bottle of alcohol back in the basket and pushing it away. “And anyway, I got the glasses customized just for you. It’d be wrong of me to drink out of them!”

“You’re my wife. What’s mine is yours,” Joe clicks his tongue, setting aside his drink. “But I digress.”

You giggle, standing from the cold wooden floor and outstretching your hand to help him do the same just so you can push him down onto the couch. He grunts when he hits the cushion, looking at you expectantly.

At your full height, the lingerie hides even less of your plush body. The set is little more than a vessel to hold the ribbons across your breasts and the sheer fabric that drapes just below your hips. You give Joe a little spin, biting your lip at the low groan that escapes him upon discovering the matching g-string that can barely be passed off as an undergarment. Calloused hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you back onto his lap. His breath is hot against your neck as he peppers short, open-mouthed kisses there, greedy fingers traveling up to grope at your lush tits.

“Already got me so fuckin’ hard for you,” Joe’s voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, sending goosebumps rising all along your body.

“W-wait, I wanna…” you trail off, gently placing your palms on his thick, muscular thighs and slipping out of his grasp.

His chest rises and falls impatiently but he doesn’t say a word, his eyes following your every move as you drop to your knees in front of him, just as he’d done when he saw you. You waste no time before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fatigue pants. Joe lifts his hips, expecting you to undress him completely, but quickly sits back down when you shake your head.

“No, please, leave them on,” you murmur breathlessly, batting your eyelashes up at him as you palm his aching cock through his boxers.

Joe nods, abiding by your wishes. You bite your lip as you release his dick from its confines, nearly moaning at the sight. He was right—he is so fucking hard, twitching and leaking salty beads of precum that coat his fat shaft and your fingertips. You’re salivating before you can even get a taste.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits his teeth eagerly. “I need you.”

Needing no more encouragement, you dive in, licking through the slit of his thick cockhead. Your husband immediately throws his head back with a prolonged groan at the contact, muscles tensing and relaxing in sync with every swirl of your hot tongue over his tip, down to his heavy balls and tracing back up along the plump vein at the base. He has to bite down on his fist when you finally wrap your lips around him to refrain from spilling down your throat too early.

“Yes, just like- oh fuck yeah, like that,” Joe moans, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, his hold firm but not tight enough to hurt you.

You hum around his cock with every downward plunge, fondling his balls in one hand and bracing yourself on his thigh with the other. Your jaw pops when you lean forward to take him deeper, but the pain is quickly forgotten in favor of the blissful warmth in your mouth. You bury your nose in his pubes, swallowing him down to the back of your throat and holding yourself there until you gag.

“Baby, stop,” he gasps, cupping your clammy face in his hands and pulling you off of his dick with a wet pop. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t you want to?” You pant, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and wiping away the drool and precum from your chin.

“Damn fuckin’ right I do, but not like this. C’mere,” Joe helps you off of your knees and pulls you into his lap, his lips pressing against yours desperately. “You wet for me?”

You confirm his suspicions with a muttered yes, mouth never leaving his. He tastes like the expensive bourbon you gifted him, deep and musky. He tastes like home.

“Lift your hips, honey,” he whispers, grinning softly when you comply.

Pushing aside your g-string, two of his thick fingers swipe through the dew of your slit and he moans in approval, pressing them into your entrance slowly. You keen, resting your forehead against his, gripping onto the sides of his standard green shirt with clenched fists. Joe curls his fingers to press against the sensitive patch inside of you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist when you try to flinch away. He nuzzles his nose against yours, pumping into you with more vigor. You shake your head, grabbing at his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Baby-”

“Don’t need your fingers, Joe, just need you,” you frown.

He searches your eyes for a moment, and finding no hesitation, nods. Joe pulls you in for another intoxicating kiss, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time he slides home inside of you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, fingernails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

“I know. I know, honey, but you can take it all the way. You always do, don’t you? Always take it so fuckin’ well for me,” he coos, watching in awe at the way you arch your back and brave the stretch.

It doesn’t take long to get used to the feeling, all too familiar with the way your body molds itself to fit him perfectly. You rock back and forth slowly to let him know that you’re ready.

“Atta girl,” your husband praises, rough hands settling on the fat of your hips.

Joe plants his boots flat on the wooden floor, his lap giving you a sturdy seat to work with. You raise your hips and come back down at a steady pace, holding onto the sides of his thick neck for support. Your thumb rubs over his Adam's apple and he growls, pulling you down on him harder. The filthy slap that echoes throughout the living room when your ass meets his solid thighs makes the both of you moan in sync.

“Ride that dick. C’mon, baby, it’s yours, so use it,” he huffs, looking into your eyes so intensely you think you might evaporate.

Still, you eagerly comply, your knees digging into the couch cushions as you roll your hips at a dizzyingly quick pace. Your tits bounce with the haste of your motions, nearly slipping right out of your lingerie. Joe decides that he’s sick of being denied his favorite sight and tugs on the ribbons, pupils dilating at the sight of your pretty pebbled nipples now exposed to his hungry gaze. He takes one breast into his hand and ducks his head down, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth with a delighted groan. Your pace falters in the midst of the new sensation, so Joe bucks his hips up to help you out.

“Joe, I can’t- can’t do this anymore,” you hiccup, legs burning from exertion.

“That’s okay,” he grunts, hands moving to cup your ass before he stands, chuckling at the little gasp you let out. “Just hold onto me, baby, I’ll get us there.”

You nod and hold onto him for dear life, burying your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, but it’s in moments like these he reminds you—effortlessly suspending you in the air and bouncing you on his cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses his cheek to the top of your head as he fucks you, and despite the brutal pace with which he pounds into you, it’s obvious that he absolutely adores you.

“You’re close,” he observes through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him tightly. “Gonna cum with me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, tightening your arms around his neck.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls, fingertips digging into the fat of your ass almost painfully.

He thrusts a few more times before reaching his peak, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb and triggering your own orgasm. You bite down on his neck as he rides out the high, oversensitive but euphorically so. Sweat and breaths mingle as he carefully lowers you to the ground on wobbly legs, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist. The two of you share a moment of silence before busting out into gentle chuckles.

“I think I ruined your pants,” you giggle, gesturing toward the wet spot on his cargos.

“I don’t care,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you long and slow.

[barbedwire-body]

Make your pain pretty, wrap a ribbon around your still bleeding wounds and call it art. cleaver pieces of yourself off for consumption. You've never been holy but your body will fill them, communion of pity. Serve your woes with grand stories but no anecdote, to ensure it goes down easy but sinks In their stomach and tears them apart.

|(:

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

f1 masterlist

18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[beomiracles]

okay i was listening to santa baby and hear me out,

sugar daddy yeonjun or soobin that wants to spoil their sugar baby for christmas with a bunch of jewelry and shit nd on christmas day they give you the yummiest christmas gift of all. like they take u out on a sparkling champagne dinner night and he’s all dressed in a silk black button down, sleeves rolled to the elbows and glasses MMMM. and when they get home, it’s all fire-place warmed and he has you open presents from him, and ofc he spoiled you rotten.

they can be dilfs or not u choose bbg. merry christmas and i love you >.<

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒; 𝓐𝓓𝓥𝓔𝓝𝓣 𝓒𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓝𝓓𝓐𝓡 NUMBER 5 ; ❝𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞

Swallowing a gulp, your heart hammering in your chest, you carefully undo the last of the wrapping. The box you’re presented with reeks of money, it’s small, but feels heavy in your palm, and your eyes widen as you recognize the expensive brand. “Soobin, I..” — “Please.” He interrupts, sitting up a bit straighter as he nods in the direction of the box, “Open it.” 

pairings — sugar daddy!soobin x fem!reader warnings — filthy rich!soobin, fingering, some praise and worshipping, he's down bad yes :3

#serene adds ✎.. sprintbot made me get this done in 30 minutes exactly, what the actual flip. kipo and ash were grinding too y'all should have seen us oh my goodness !! AND HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAY TO SOOBIN <3

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Your fingers brush over the smooth wrapping, carefully picking the ribbon apart as you place it on the coffee table in front of you. Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyes flicker between the small present in your hands and over to Soobin who was watching you from the couch. The tie around his neck hangs loosely, the first few buttons of his black dress shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. 

His dark gaze lingers by your hesitant fingers around the wrapping. “Go on, open it.” The command sends a small shiver down your spine and you nod as you oblige. The sound of paper tearing joins the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace of your otherwise quiet living room. 

Swallowing a gulp, your heart hammering in your chest, you carefully undo the last of the wrapping. The box you’re presented with reeks of money, it’s small, but feels heavy in your palm, and your eyes widen as you recognize the expensive brand. “Soobin, I..” — “Please.” He interrupts, sitting up a bit straighter as he nods in the direction of the box, “Open it.” 

Tongue instinctively darting out to wet your lips, you slowly pull the lid open. The necklace resting on the smooth velvet inside, sparkles in the faint glow the fireplace provides. Your jaw falls open as you hesitantly brush a finger over the undoubtedly expensive jewelry. “Oh, love”, you exhale, “You really shouldn’t have..” But Soobin won’t hear any of it. 

His finger beckons you over and without a second thought, you comply. Moving around the small coffee table, you stop between his spread legs as you glance down at him. He doesn’t say anything, merely reaching a hand out as he runs it along your forearm, when he reaches your wrist his fingers clasp around it, gently tugging you onto his lap. 

“I got it handpicked for you”, he explains as he plucks the jewelry from its box, turning it in his hands before his attention returns to you. — “Not nearly as exquisite as you, but it will do.” The relaxed tone he used, even when complimenting you like that, made your heart flutter uncontrollably. 

You shiver when his large hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck. The necklace feels light against your skin, and you hold your tongue as he secures the lock. When he’s done he leans back, straightening it carefully before he lets his hands wander down your sides, getting a firm squeeze on your hips before stilling. 

His dark eyes are all over you, and you fight the urge to squirm under his intense gaze. “Perfect”, he exhales, watching as the gems sparkle on you. — “I…How much was it..?” You quietly wonder, suddenly feeling guilty. He’d taken you out to dinner, 

paid for the entire meal, not to mention the expensive dress you were currently wearing. And then there was your nail appointment last week, and your hair the one before that… 

Soobin only shakes his head, huffing under his breath. His thumb on your cheek makes you instantly smile as you lean into the simple yet affectionate touch. “Don’t worry about that, love.” It’s all he says, his hands moving to cup your chin as he pulls you down for a kiss. He tastes sweet, familiar, and safe. The heavy cologne he wore infiltrating your senses as you lose yourself in the moment. 

Yet you can’t help but pull back, your lips separating for a brief moment. “Still, I…I want to give you something too, I..” You trail off, biting your cheek anxiously as you do. Soobin hums, his other hand moving down the outskirts of your thigh, gently slipping the dress he’d bought you up over your hips. 

“Giving yourself to me”, he mumbles, his fingers brushing the hem of your panties, “Like this”, he pulls the soft fabric to the side, “It’s more than enough.” — You bite back a small gasp when he slides his middle and pointer finger between your folds, teasing your clit as he gauges your reaction. 

“You existing in the same world as me”, he says, carefully pushing his middle finger inside you, and you emit a soft moan, hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders to ground yours. “In my world. That's all I need.” — “You’re all I need. Nothing else.” 

You want to say something, thank him, tell him that you love him, that you would be nothing without him. But all you can manage is a small cry as he adds a second finger, pushing them in and out of your already drenched cunt. — His other hand fiddles with the jewelry around your neck, admiring the way it rests on top of your skin. 

“I like it when you wear the things I get you”, he says, “Makes me feel closer to you.” He looked thoughtful, his fingers inside your cunt moving almost absentmindedly, yet he made you almost feral as your nails dug into the apex of his shoulder, tearing the black material of his dress shirt. 

“Soobin I..” Your voice comes out near breathless, your lips swollen from biting on them and all you can think of are his hands on you, wanting them everywhere all at once. But he only hums, snapping out of his trance as he feels you clench around him, your orgasm being the best gift he could ever receive. 

His mouth is hot against yours when he kisses you, teeth clashing together as the hand fiddling with your necklace moves to the back of your neck, tugging you impossibly closer. “Promise to always bless me like this”, he murmurs against your lips, ignoring the way your thighs shake as he presses his thumb against your overstimulated clit. 

All you can do is nod, uttering a small, “I will.”

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[philosophical]

the ribbon on my wrist says “do not open before christmas.”

[theres-a-starman]

Jegumas day 4: buying gifts @noblehouseofgay

word count: 581

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE POST I HAD HEAVY WRITERS BLOCK

James ran throughout London frantically, zipping through stores and not buying anything worth giving to Regulus. He was about to tear his hair out. He’d been trying to shop in the freezing cold for hours now, not that it mattered, Regulus was worth it. He’d sold his solid gold statuette to an antique store. He’d bought it from an antique store, so it wasn’t too terrible of a loss, but the parting was… difficult. He’d wanted to pay for Regulus’ gift himself, but he doesn’t have nearly enough money saved for something of value.

He wandered through so many jewelry stores, countless malls, and an insane amount of bookshops. He’d bought almost 20 books on Regulus’ to-be-read list, along with his favorite tea, candies, candles, and some makeup the younger boy was about to run out of. Jame had gotten a basket with tissue paper and many decorations. Sure, it’d be a cute idea for a Burr Basket, something to surprise Regulus with before Christmas, but it’s not a gift.

James stumbles into a jewelry store about 15 miles away, a very expensive looking one at that. He started browsing hopelessly, making note of reasons Regulus wouldn’t wear the jewelry on display.

“He only likes silver,” or “His wrist is too small,” or maybe, “Not enough karats, not his size, something he’d find distasteful,” nothing seemed to be just right. James knew Regulus preferred dark silver. His ring size was a 7.8 precisely. His wrist was 17.5 centimeters, and he preferred designs with snakes, skulls, and roses. He likes emeralds and rubies, and his birthstones are pearls, moonstones, and alexandrite, but prefers alexandrite and pearls most. James had all of this, but found nearly nothing.

Till he stumbled across the most perfect, and beautiful necklace to ever have graced his eyes. It’s a gorgeous pure silver necklace with a dainty yet sturdy chain and a small snake with glittering green eyes. He instantly finds an associate to purchase it, stunned by how much it reflects Regulus to him.

He leaves the store accomplished, his pockets carefully holding the box, wrapped in silver wrapping paper with a golden ribbon bow.

He arrives home with a flourish, setting up his gifts for Regulus, placing the present floating above the gorgeously arranged basket, a beautiful bouquet behind it all. He practically floats around with excitement, making dinner and desserts and organizing them.

When Regulus arrives home, slumping through the door and falling into James’ arms comfortably, James has to physically stop himself from giving everything to Regulus at once.

“Hello, love. Merry Christmas. How was your day?” James asks excitedly.

“Normal. Merry Christmas, though,” Regulus replies with a small smile, taking in James’ spread of gifts and treats. “This looks great. You truly didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Oh, but I did. Anything for you, my love.”

They grab the gifts and move to the living room to swap presents.

As Regulus opens his, his faces shifts into one of tearful pleasure, smiling broadly at the necklace and even more so at the spread of books in the basket. “Oh this is amazing, James. This is… wonderful,” he says softly, falling into his arms appreciatively.

Regulus hands James a small, long box. James opens it to reveal a gorgeous golden watch with a silver clock, the very one he broke when they first started dating. “Regulus… this is… amazing. You’re, so so amazing”

“So are you, Jamie. So are you.”

[joocomics]

only for tonight

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2023 *ੈ✩

pairings: jooyeon x fem!reader x jiseok

genre: smut wc: 5k

summary: jooyeon sucks at secret santa, and when he shows up empty handed at the party where everyone’s exchanging their presents, he decides to gift his friend you for the night

warnings: dub-con, toxic relationships, possessive behaviour

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, cuckolding that turns into a threesome, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m/f), choking (f!rec), spanking, cussing, name calling (slut/whore), deepthroating, alcohol consumption, a few slaps here and there, a sprinkle of anal play but no anal sex (f!rec)

“Seriously, Jooyeon? How could you forget?” You whisper as loudly as you possibly could with the loud music blasting in the room. “It’s a Christmas party,” you add to emphasize his foolish mistake. He doesn’t seem to care though, swallowing the last few sips of yet another alcoholic drink, while you both follow Jiseok’s footsteps.

“Look, I get it, you can stop nagging now,” he hisses in a slightly irritated tone. “I’ll just get him something next week or something, it’s not a big deal,” he says, as you see Jiseok pointing at a white door.

You pass by the guests, leaving the living area and the three of you enter in which seems to be his bedroom.

You look around, enjoying the much quieter space. Jiseok’s apartment currently is definitely too crowded for your taste and this little empty corner of it was a nice change of scenery. Most of the time when there’s parties like this one you just decline the invitation, but it’s Christmas, and it’s Jiseok’s first big party in his new apartment, there was no way you could’ve miss it.

He was one of the few nice friends of Jooyeon who you didn’t mind being around.

He quickly opens and closes the wardrobe which is mostly empty like the rest of the room. The only thing he’s made is the bed and his gaming chair, the rest of his belongings are still waiting in an unopened boxes, except a few bags of clothes. He jumps over the scattered mess before walking up to you with a small present in his hand.

“Merry Christmas,” he gives you a genuine ear-to-ear smile before speaking again as you stare at the gift. “Pulled your name for Secret Santa.”

“Oh, really? Thank you, Jiseok…” you smile back, gently touching the red ribbon. “Merry Christmas to you too!”

Behind you Jooyeon leans back on the wooden desk, watching with interest how the scene unfolds.

“Awhh,” he imitates your surprised gasps while crossing arms to his chest. “Open it already! Let’s see if it’s better than what I got you.”

You roll your eyes at the comments just for Jiseok to see. He only laughs, finding Jooyeon’s overreaction humorous while you on the other hand couldn’t help, but feel like it rubbed you the wrong way.

Jiseok takes a step back, giving you time to open the gift. You rip off the festive wrapping paper, and after the small velvety box opens, you see a delicate silver bracelet that makes you swallow your tongue in surprise. You did not expect such a beautiful piece.

“Oh my goodness, it’s gorgeous! I-I don’t know what to say…” You take it out carefully.

“Phew, thank god I don’t have to go back to that store.” Jiseok’s face puckers as if he remembers something really unpleasant. “Glad you like it though.”

“Absolutely,” you say, when you feel Jooyeon’s presence appearing behind your shoulder.

“Do you need help putting it on?” He steals the jewellery from your hand, viewing it up close.

You nod without saying a word as something unsettling drops to the pit of your stomach from the way he’s suddenly behaving.

He reaches for your wrist while Jiseok is already about to exit the room.

“Alright, I gotta return to my party, I’ll wait fo—“

“Actually,” Jooyeon cuts him off, clasping the dangling bracelet. “I was supposed to get you something too, but I completly forgot. Hope you don’t mind.” He holds your hand between his two palms for several seconds before letting it go.

“Of course not,” Jiseok grins, finding the possibility amusing. “No biggie.” He opens the door, but his friend interrupts again.

“You’re not mad? It’s your party after all, and you got my girlfriend a nice present.”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. You’ll buy me a beer and we’re even.” He shrugs shoulders with eyes still smiling. His hand holds the door lock, as he notices some changes in Jooyeon’s expression.

“Now that I think about it… I actually might have something for you,” Jooyeon’s lips slid upwards, causing Jiseok to raise a brow.

“And that is?”

“Y/N. Only for tonight, of course.”

“What?” you exclaim, hoping for an immediate explanation.

Jiseok’s surprise follows yours with a delay, because he wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What are you talking about?” he asks just when you move to stand between the two of them.

You and Jooyeon are face to face, but it’s like he looks right through you. You couldn’t understand a word of his at this point. Instead of giving you some clarity he takes a quick look at his phone.

“There’s an hour and a half left till midnight. I think that’s more than enough.” He shoves the cellphone back in his pocket, and waits for any reaction from Jiseok who could only stare at him in disbelief.

“I don’t think I get it,” he shakes his head, not able to take the idea seriously. It sounds too good to be true, especially from the mouth of Jooyeon who doesn’t let any guy from his friend group even breathe next to you.

“I’m giving you one hour with my girlfriend,” your boyfriend explains in a completely calm manner that made your skin crawl. “That’s my christmas gift.” A delighted smile takes over his face when he wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t pretend in front of me.”

Jiseok attempts to say something back, but he only gets silenced as Jooyeon’s rising voice dominates the conversation.

“We’re friends and good friends share with each other, right Y/N?”

You couldn’t recognise your own boyfriend at that moment.

“She was so worried that I didn’t buy you anything. Tsk, my sweet considerate kitten, always looking out for others.” He eyes you up and down, grinning mischievously and still not letting go of Jiseok. “I know you want to fuck her,” he whispers in his ear. “You’ve always wanted to.”

“Jooyeon…” your breath hitches as you look for the right words. He couldn’t be talking seriously. He couldn’t give you to someone else.

“Yes, doll.”

Jiseok flinches after Jooyeon pulls away. He comes up to caress your cheeks, anticipating your words. Either his fingertips are cold or you’re just on fire all of a sudden, you couldn’t tell.

Before you can form a coherent thought, Jooyeon forces his lips on top of yours. The jewellery box falls from your hand as you wince from his grip. The alcoholic taste flows into your mouth when he parts your lips to slip his tongue, stimulating all of your senses.

Whatever the situation was, Jooyeon’s touch always brought butterflies in your stomach, making you forget what’s happening around you, and that drove you crazy.

Your mouth begins moving like it has a life of its own, letting more of his tongue in, smooching his bottom lip and swallowing more of his breaths.

“He’s watching, right?” He drops the question between your kisses with an erotic raspiness to it.

You pull back, peaking from his shoulder and catch Jiseok’s stare. This makes him immediatelly look to the other side of the room, acting as if he didn’t see a thing.

“Go sit down.”

With your legs trembling, you do as Jooyeon commands, sitting at the end of the bed. He comes to grip on the sides of your turtleneck sweater, fully removing it from your body. The sudden chilly air makes you shiver as you remain in your lacy bralette.

“Let’s show him how fucking gorgeous you are.”

He tosses the piece of clothing on the ground and glares at his friend.

Jiseok sighs, running a hand through his dark hair as he always does when he’s contemplating about something. He walks around the room, straying away as far as possible, but his attention turns back to you every time. He tries to compose himself, however, his body language betrays him.

Suddenly all of the perverse thoughts he’s had of you on the days you’ve hung out together can be evident in his expressions.

Jooyeon sees them all.

“You’re very quiet over there.” Your boyfriend evokes.

“What do you want me to say?” Jiseok raises his voice as his expression transforms into something different than what it used to be. “Yeah, I want to fuck her, so what?” He scoffs after he sees Jooyeon’s satisfied smirk follow.

He watches him jump on the bed without paying more attention to him.

The truth is, Jooyeon has been secretly wanting to share you with someone for a while now, and the only person he’s willing to do it with is Jiseok. They grew up together, and Jooyeon has learned through the years how to read every single expression of his face. He’s perfectly aware that Jiseok has been dreaming to fuck you the day he introduced you to him as his girlfriend - alone, he can bet.

Your heart starts raising as both of them finally surround you. Jiseok gets closer only to drop down in your legs.

“He’s been wanting to do this for so long, sweetheart, let him have a taste.” He moves your hair across the shoulder to kiss your neck. He knows this is a very easy way to make you lower your guard, it was one of your favorite places to feel him on your body. The numbness in your bones gradually decreases with every warm nibble he makes at your flesh.

You open your eyes wide when you feel your jeans unzip. Jooyeon gets you to stand up and you nervously pull them off, so close to Jiseok who’s sitting on his knees in anticipation that’s too obvious.

He couldn’t control his gaze as much as before. He follows the length of your legs - from your feet, kneecaps, to your plush thighs, that seem not so resistant as before. Instead of staying closed, they slowly open, revealing the dark violet color of your underwear.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl…” Your boyfriend traces a finger down to your bellybutton. “With the most delicious cunt,” he presses his middle finger hard exactly on your clit, causing you to hold your breath. “Time runs fast, if you want to get your dick inside, you better start eating,” he glares down at his friend, before pulling your panties, leaving them to hang around your ankles.

For Jiseok this is like a slap in the face. He would’ve never imagined that of all girls he knows, he would get to taste you - the main character in most of his fantasies. He twitches in his underwear as he completely removes you from your own.

“Excited?” Your boyfriend asks, braking him out of his trance and gives your bare pussy a harsh slap.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out, wetting his lips.

Jooyeon watches with amusement the way he gulps while thirsting over the view. He can fuck you whenever he wants while his friend gets only an hour.

It takes you a second to realise this is really happening. When Jiseok goes in between your inner thighs and lets his flat tongue slide up your folds, you feel your brain shutting off.

He doesn’t start slow. He doesn’t even give you a chance to get used to his unfamiliar mouth. He twirls his tongue up your clit, causing you to gasp over and over again. His jaw moves in a rush, as he’s trying to eat as much as he can from you, in case Jooyeon changes his mind. You can feel how you warm up inside from every harsh lick he leaves on you, each one getting stronger and only better than the last one. It forces your teeth to chew on your lips, repressing every sound that creeps up in your throat.

It doesn’t feel right to show how much you actually like this.

“Damn, he’s not playing,” Jooyeon cackles at Jiseok’s face digging harder into you, as he holds your legs apart. “But a slut like you must enjoy that, right?” He looks at your lips pressed desperately together, taking it as an answer.

Jiseok moves onto slurping greedily at your slickness in a way that makes you believe a single drop doesn’t get wasted. His on going muffled moans shoot vibrations through your core only adding to the already existing moisture. You were not the only one aware of the lewd squelching noises in the room, because you could feel the growing boner poking at you from behind. It means you’re really as wet as you feel, and it means Jooyeon knows it too.

Your cheeks flush as the need for more gradually builds up in your lower tummy, making you muddle over the thought of cumming in front of them. If Jiseok doesn’t stop soon it will be impossible to keep hiding your emotions, and you’re not sure what would that mean for you. Is this really what Jooyeon wants?

“Shit, you sound so pretty down there, kitten,” Jooyeon’s warm alcoholic breath kissess your face, as you press your tilted head in the crook of his neck. “Getting wetter, huh?”

He makes sure to follow carefully every little flinch of your body; how your chest now falls quicker than it did minutes ago. How your legs occassionaly make his hands shake, forcing him to tighten the grip around them. He’s impressed you made it this far without moaning, but also flattered.

Your legs drop to the floor at the same exact moment Jiseok pulls back from your pussy for the first time since he went down on you. He allows you to take a good look of his glistening face, as the stripes of your bra slip from your shoulders. The lust in his eyes becomes so apparent as the lingerie exposes your chest, that all of your doubts and insecurities begin to fade away. The immediate thought that runs into your mind from gazing at his seducing plump lips makes your heart skip a beat. How have you not noticed his attractiveness till now? You watch him take his slender fingers to his mouth, gathering all of the wetness you coated him with only to suck it off with ease. The provocativeness in his act makes your adrenaline rush go higher, but the unexpected words after it even more.

“Sweet,” he humms in a dreamy voice. “Just how I expected you to be.”

You swallow shyly, as if you were sucking on the sticky mess along with him. As much as you want to, you can’t deny it - he turns you on.

You jerk up from your seat as Jooyeon’s own fingers brush through your exposed nipples, stealing your attention away from Jiseok, who on the other hand uses the opportunity to pull you down a little, so he could draw in your entire cunt into his face.

“Fuck her hole with tongue, she loves that shit.”

With your sensitive perked up nipples being pulled on, and Jiseok’s experienced tongue moving in and out of you, it’s no use to resist anymore. You squeeze your eyes and let it out as if Jiseok’s not there at all.

“Ahh, that’s it,” your boyfriend smirks approvingly over your soft cries, tightly holding you in his lap. “Don’t hold back, dirty girl, I wanna see how big of a whore you can get. Let it all out for me.”

When he catches your fingers tugging on the sheets from the overwhelming amount of tongue fucking, he leaves your breasts and forces your wrists behind your back.

Meanwhile, Jiseok suddenly moves his tongue between your lips, slowly sliding his way up to your clit. He sucks on the swollen bud relentlessly, as he fills up your needy hole with two fingers. You arch your spine, while every twist makes your legs shake every two seconds in the air. You don’t realise you’re about to close them around his head from the sensational feeling until he stops you with his free hand, as he begins to aim at your sweet spot with the other - knuckles deep inside you.

It feels so good you could feel the room spinning without lifting your eyelids.

“Fuck, gonna cum any second now…” Jooyeon grunts, but his words could be barely heard from your moaning, that only gets louder. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.” The knuckles of his hands are almost white from keeping your wrists tightly together while your body squirms out of control because of another guy. His vision turns hazy, an effect from the mixture of arousal and alcohol flowing in his veins while Jiseok savours every second of your orgasm.

After the fingers curled up between your walls slow down, your body loosens up like it’s made of jelly. You rest your head on Jooyeon’s thigh, feeling lightheaded and out of breath while his palm strokes your scalp gently like it’s praising you.

“Time to fill you up, doll.” He says, finding your mouth with his fingers. You stick out your tongue feeling their familiar warm texture, as you realise that for the first time tonight his voice sounds softer. The moment you’re about to wrap your lips around them though, he pulls away.

You shift on the bed, not sure what exactly to do, while both of them unbuckle their pants.

“You’re not allowed to look at her face from now on, got it?” Jooyeon warns Jiseok who only nods, but also very clearly tries to hold back a chuckle as well. “I’m serious.”

“Got it.” Jiseok replies more earnestly, stroking his erected cock at the sight of you waiting on all fours in the middle of his bed. The flushed look of your spread cunt dripping down your skin, and clenching from thin air makes him so impatient, but he has to wait for Jooyeon to do the first move, or he risks ruining his chance.

You suck your bottom lip, as you watch Jooyeon posing fully naked in front of you. He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up.

“If I catch you looking anywhere else I’ll get very mad, kitten.”

You’re only able to nod at his threat.

“I know you enjoy acting like a slut, but you should know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours, Jooyeon,” you murmur weakly, tracing his thigh with one hand. You see the corners of his lips slid up, and you repeat the same words again. Slower this time, letting the effect sink under his skin.

While you have this moment with him, you could feel Jiseok’s presence getting closer from behind, and it makes your skin burn with a new type of desire you haven’t experienced before. It makes your pussy tingle from excitement, as you’re aware this isn’t something you should be feeling. The second his palm touches your waist you shiver from eagerness to feel him entering inside. You still haven’t recovered from your first release, but you don’t care.

Your nails dig into your boyfriend’s flesh, as you expand to meet Jiseok’s cock. Everything happens so easily, so smoothly from the way you got slippery wet beforehand. The immediate pleasure that shoots through your body makes your jaw drop immensely, but Jooyeon makes sure to close it by grabbing your face roughly with his big hand. He squeezes harshly, and you couldn’t believe the amount of arousal this brought you.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, doll,” he stares down at you while soft mewls drip through your squished lips, as Jiseok glides in and out. “You get to whore out, because I let you to. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.” His erection twiches at your pretty sounds, leaking precum from the sweet pressure.

What you’re doing right now is scandalous, and you would’ve never thought that you would agree to something like it in your whole life, but seeing how turned on Jooyeon gets, makes you want to go all the way.

“O-oh my god,” you moan through hitched breaths from Jiseok’s hips now thrusting into a much quickening pace.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, slut?” Jooyeon asks.

“Ngh-h, y-yes…” you admit, not able to look at him for too long from embarrassment.

“I knew it,” he grins, gazing at your pretty face with smeared makeup all over it. How it immediately blushes from his words. “I know you so well, my doll. Better than anyone.”

Your head drops down from neck pain when he lets go, leaving it to move back and forth from the pounding. You squel from swallowing Jiseok’s cock even deeper now, taking every new hit he sends to your g-spot. The skin around your waist burns from his fingertips gripping harder, as he aims for steady and more intense thrusts. Nasty cussing and deep moans keep flying from his mouth, blending with your own sounds, and you can’t help, but shut your eyes and hold on Jooyeon for support.

“Fuck, look at you already passing out,” he chuckles, removing your hands from himself.

You’re just about to adjust when an unexpected slap lands on your face and for a brief moment you lose all sorts of orientation. Your upper body sinks into the mattres meanwhile your toes curl at Jiseok’s continuous thrusting.

“Eyes up, slut.” Jooyeon demands, as he wraps a fist around his base, waiting for you to face him.

The only reason you’re able to keep yourself on your elbows is because your hole gets emptied, allowing you to catch your breath. You feel it twitching miserably from the sudden absence.

“Shit, she feels so good,” Jiseok traces a hand along your spine, before going back to your ass, giving it a loud smack. “I can do this all night,” he slaps harsher, earning a squeal from you.

You’re so tempted to turn around, but you shouldn’t.

While he plays with your cheeks Jooyeon gets closer, causing his flushed tip to brush at your drooling lips.

“Wider.” He grumbles at your pathetic attempt to open your mouth. It already hurts enough from moaning so much.

His head falls back, as you take more and more, freeing him of some of the tension. Your tongue doesn’t stop pleasing his thickness, as you move further, winning yourself a few praises by managing to take all of his length.

“Good job, sweetheart, take all of it for me..” he groans, not able to hold back from bucking his hips up anymore. He wants to feel as much as possible of your warm throat.

You concentrate on moving your mouth around him, keeping his pace, but Jiseok becomes a distraction. You sense his fingers moving to your folds, teasing, before gathering some of the fluids. He catches you off guard, when you realise he uses them as lube to massage your tiny asshole while you blow your boyfriend. Your stomach twirls from the new burst of arousal. Jooyeon has never done this to you.

When Jiseok catches you whining softly, he decides to add a little more pressure, keeping the circles on the sensitive spot going.

The overstimulating feeling makes you slow down your sucking, and you end up with only your boyfriend’s leaking head inside your mouth. The circles are getting addictive, and not enough at the same time.

Once Jooyeon catches that he gives your cheek another slap, that stings for a little longer this time.

“You’re slacking,” he complains, and you instantly swallow him whole again.

“Have you ever fucked her ass?” Jiseok asks, sliding a small portion of his index finger, already aware of what the answer is going to be.

As you help yourself with your fist, you accidentally grip the exposed base of Jooyeon’s cock a bit harsher than you’re supposed to when you feel the finger twist around, streching you, and caressing your nerves.

Jooyeon hisses from the pain, but a part of him certainly got turned on.

“No,” he admits dryly.

“I think she’d like it.” Jiseok plays with the tight hole that squeezes half of his finger so nicely, that it leads to him automatically fantasising another threesome in the future. With you being filled up both ways.

Jooyeon chuckles when you spit him out to free a drawed out whimper.

“We’ll try it out, right baby? Just the two of us.” He asks, shifting up to fill your drooling mouth again. “You’re a good little slut who loves getting filled up after all.”

Jiseok removes his finger slowly, watching how the hole clenches desperately afterwards. Lucent mess drips between your cheeks only increasing his cravings. He couldn’t help, but wonder what other things you’re probably missing out on in bed, as his hand crawls up your back again.

You wrap your lips around Jooyeon’s red leaking tip, sucking just how he likes it, while your skin shivers from the warm wandering palm. The sheets under you soak with spit, as you go further, speeding up the pace to get him to finish. When you welcome the head back into your throat, you hold for a moment, preparing to spit it out in the next few second for a quick break. However, just when you try to pull away, Jiseok’s hand appears around your neck, pushing you all the way back down.

“Need a hand?” He asks in your ear, as he keeps your head down with Jooyeon’s emphasised tip stabbing your throat.

Your forehead sinks into Jooyeon’s lower abdomen, as you get teary eyed, dripping on his skin. You grabble onto him for support when the strong grip begins to move you up and down his hard length.

“F-fuck, love that dirty mouth so much..” Your boyfriend sighs, as you make his balls harder by coating him with saliva, gags and pleading noises. He rests back on his hands, watching like hypnotised the way his friend takes full control over your mouth.

With his other hand Jiseok takes your tangled hair up in order for Jooyeon to enjoy the sight of the visible lump in your throat, swelling from his pulsing cock. Seconds later that feel more like hours he drags you up, letting you cough your lungs out, before forcing you down again, causing Jooyeon to almost break down from pleasure.

You can swear you hear them exchange words, but you have no idea what they are, cause the only thing on your mind is how badly you need to breathe. Both of them throb from arousal, as they continue to bully your inflamed throat with never ending pushes. And despite the painful suffocation they bring you, you enjoy every moment of it.

Without a warning, Jiseok shoves his soaked cock back inside you, taking a pathetically sounding scream from your stuffed mouth. After he leaves your neck alone, you feel a shooting pain flying through your body, and all of it comes from him forcing his dick mercilessly in and out of you. You lose control and choke, turning Jooyeon’s low moans into rising wails.

“F-fuck, fuck, just like that..” your boyfriend whines, pressing your resisting head down his stimulated erection. “Take it like a true slut, baby.”

The lewd noises echo through the walls, clashing with the strong skin on skin slapping, that’s like music to Jooyeon’s ears. All sounds coming from the party outside the door are blocked out from his mind, leaving room only for what slips out of your mouth and drenched stretched out pussy. They pull his peak closer and closer, until it shatters.

You don’t know how or when, but Jooyeon’s cock is out of your mouth, and instead it’s spraying your whole face with ropes of hot cum. You gasp for air while also fight the urge to cry, as keeping yourself steady for him becomes torture with Jiseok chasing his own orgasm from behind. The thick seed sticks all over your skin, dripping down your neck and lips. Your jaw is stiff, your throat burns, your cheeks are puffy from tears, but Jooyeon is moaning from pure bliss, and that’s all you comprehend. Everything before that is a blur.

“F-fuck… so damn tight..” Jiseok groans behind your shoulder, leaving scarlet patches on your hips. He slams into you like he doesn’t care if it wrecks your insides or not, causing the sweet burning pain to tighten the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You look up at the ceiling when your throat gets grabbed on from behind.

“God, the things I’d do to you if it was just the two of us..” He whispers in your ear. You can feel the mischievous smirk he speaks through, it leaves the same effect that a single lick from his tongue would’ve left you. “Hope you think of me next time he fucks you, sweetie.” He coos in quietly in your ear. “Bet he doesn’t eat pussy like I do, hm?”

You’re too perplexed from his bold words to do anything except listen and hope the way they make you feel doesn’t show through your face.

“I can eat ass even better than that.”

“P-please…” you could only sob in response. Your arched spine stiffens with pain, meanwhile you feel the burning sensation clearly as ever. “Please, let m-me cum, please..”

“Look at your whore begging me so nicely..” Jiseok scoffs, glancing at his friend who’s watching with his head tilted against the wall. But when your gummy walls grip his cock harder, the mocking sound turns into a deep moan.

Jooyeon shuffles in his place, peeling off his back from the wall. He takes a better look of his cum sliding down your delicious neckline, as he reaches between your legs.

“Should we let her?” Jiseok asks before scrunching his lips. His thrusts become slower and sloppier, but they don’t loose any of their strength.

Your boyfriend grins at your pleading eyes, that could barely stay open, as he stimulates your clit in addition to Jiseok’s tip hitting rough at your cervix. He nods at his friend and makes his slim fingers move quicker.

“You can cum now, doll.” He tells you, not able to look away from your dirty face. He sighs, feeling his weak cock trying to get hard again. It was expected, you look so hot covered in a total mess, while getting fucked in front of his eyes. Jiseok is going to think of this every time he looks at you from now on, and that excited him even more.

“Kiss me, please…” You beg, making Jooyeon lean in and slide his tongue into your dry mouth without hesitation.

His quick fingers work your clit, forcing your orgasm to come as soon as possible. His tongue plays with yours through erotic deep kisses that steal the few breaths you got left from Jiseok’s hands squeezing your throat.

When you crumble from the intense heat that quickly follows from the knot finally snapping, Jooyeon’s mouth swallows your mix of moans and whines. They make his skin run hot, and his blood boil in a way that could not compare to any alcoholic drink he’s ever had.

After you turn around to face Jiseok you can feel his words from earlier still lingering somewhere inside your mind. From his fixated gaze you get the feeling it’s the same for him too. His abs clench vividly, and when you go lower you see the view of his thick cock which shape you got so familiar with, filling his fist.

You surprise yourself when without even giving it a second thought, you lean down, allowing him to release on your face.

“You’re so nasty, sweetie..” He tilts your chin up. “Letting me cum over your boyfriend’s mess on that pretty face,” he speaks excited, while you look at him back through your tired hazy eyes. “I was gonna paint your sexy ass, but I like this idea too.”

Seconds later, Jooyeon watches his friend’s fluids landing on top of your face; some of it getting caught in your hair. They mix with his own turning your lovely features into a sinful mess he wants to capture forever. Without saying a word he jumps from the bed leaving you and Jiseok staring at each other with both your chests falling up and down in sync.

As you stay still, feeling all of the cum sinking under your skin, you follow your boyfriend’s figure. He returns with a playful smile and his phone pointing right at your face. You blink at him stunned.

Jiseok immediately claps approvingly, it’s like Jooyeon reads his mind sometimes. He was just thinking the same thing.

As many people have told them before, they’re the same person just split into two different bodies.

“Smile, gorgeous,” your boyfriend says with a cheeky grin, and you obey.

As you always do.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[m4k4yl4]

Ribbons[🔥]

Day 2

Summary: Lee Minho comes home to a special early Christmas present from his lovely girlfriend..

Content warning: fingering, bdsm(tying up), oral fixation, lingerie, nicknames(baby, dear, darling), oral sex(m!receiving),kissing/biting, hickies

Skz 25 days to Christmas fics☃️🎄series

Masterlist

Posted: 12/02/2023

When Minho got a text from his girlfriend to come over, the last thing he thought he was going to see was her sitting pretty on her bed, a new set of bright red lingerie, sitting on her body matching the red christmas ribbons tied around her wrist, a bow on the front to top it off.

"Surprise!" She says a cheeky smile planted on her face as he strides towards admiring her as she looks up at him, "Surprise indeed. It's not even christmas yet, and I already I'm already getting gifts. What's all this for?" He cradles the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"You talked before on how you like tying me up, so I thought I would surprise you with this, you like it?" He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. "I love it, darling. What I would love more is taking these cute panties off you. Would you like that dear?"

"Yes, please, Minho.." She didn't have to say another Minho was already pushing her back onto the bed planted Inbetween her leg as he sides her underwear off. She sighs as she feels the cool air of her apartment touch her skin.

"Such a pretty pussy baby, all dolled up for me. It makes me feel so special for having such an amazing girlfriend. " He kisses down her body, sucking on some parts that y/n knew would surely be purple and red by tomorrow morning.

"Minho, please.." She brings her tied hands to his head, gripping his hair. He laughs at her how impatient she is. "Are my kisses not enough for you, needy baby? Do you need more?" She let's out an airy moan as she feels his breath ghost over her clit.

"Fingers..want your fingers, Minho." He lifts himself up moving positions so she sits in his lap, harden cock pressing up against her back as he spread her legs wide fingers reaching to do small circles on her sensitive clit.

"That's what you want? Yeah, I'll give it to you. y/n you've been good for me anyway. My needy girl wrapped up so pretty for me. So good for me. " As he whispers, Nothings into her ear, his fingers slide further down her slit two fingers entering her hole as she turns her head to muffle her whimpers

"Nuh, uh dear, don't turn your head. Want you to watch while you clench around my fingers. Look at that already creaming around my fingers, legs shaking." He kisses the side of her face as she turns back, watching his finger go in and out of her hole, the wet sounds coming from where they are connected, making her body heat up.

"Doing so good for me dear, taking my fingers so well, can't wait to see you take my cock." His other hand dragging up her body to her tits fondling them and pitching her nipples making her start to fall over the edge.

"I'm gonna.. I'm coming, Minho!" His finger starts moving faster inside her while his thumb plays with her clit pushing her over the edge, "Oh!" She shakes in his lap cumming on his finger.

"So good, so good for me y/n." He let's her calm down a bit slowly, sliding his fingers out of her, spreading them, watching the arousal and cum slip down them, "so pretty.."

He moves his fingers to her lips, laying then to rest on her bottom lip, "open." He commands making her instantly drop her tongue out her mouth as he leads them into her mouth.

"Suck, dear." And she does. Cleaning off her cum from his finger tasting the sweet saltiness of it on his fingers, hearing him groaning at the action only encouraging her.

He pulls his spit cover fingers out of her mouth, "fuck that was hot baby. We are definitely not done for tonight, tou think you can do that on my cock now." She smiles at him sliding down to be face to face with his leaking cock.

"Of course, anything for you.." He smiles at her pushing her head down more on his cock. "This has got to be my favorite Christmas present you've given me, dear." She lift off his cock string of spit connecting her to the tip of his cock.

"My pleasure, baby.."

A/N: DAY 2 YAYYYY🥳🎄☃️

[jadeshifting]

🫀 SHIFTMAS

day 2. HOW DOES YOUR DR PERSON/PEOPLE SURPRISE YOU FOR CHRISTMAS? do they whisk you away on a magical trip? give you a gift that’s so perfect, you never saw it coming? or do something small but meaningful that makes your heart ache with happiness? 

🫀 TO THE FORGOTTEN ANTECHAMBER

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

I was brought to the room, the antechamber forgotten behind a tapestry in the dungeons, by a note slipped into my Potions’ textbook earlier that day.

“Tonight. After the feast. You’ll know where.”

Mattheo’s sharp, deliberate handwriting was something I recognized immediately.

🫀 The destination was a forgotten antechamber hidden behind an ancient tapestry near the Slytherin common room (Mattheo had discovered it in their third year, but only now, with her, did it feel worth using)

🫀 The room, once barren and abandoned, had been transformed

🫀 Stone walls shimmer faintly under the light of dozens of floating candles, their golden flames flickering gently

🫀 A thick, emerald-green rug covers the cold stone floor, which Mattheo has set up a low table on top of

🫀 Beside the table, an enchanted music box plays a soft, lilting melody—something haunting and sweet, that reminds me of the old wizard ballads my parents listen to

🫀 Miniature fir tree stands in the center of the room, its branches adorned with silver ribbons and tiny ornaments: crescent moons, stars, serpents that wind around the branches

🫀 Mattheo stands leaned against the mantel casually when I walk in, giving me his usual half-smirk when our eyes meet. Still, he seems more… vulnerable, tonight

🫀 “I know we’ve got Christmas dinner plans with everyone else already, and it’ll probably be a lot nicer than this.” He falters a little bit, shockingly, “but I figured we deserved something. Just for us.”

🫀 I tell him it’s perfect, because it is, and my fingers brush against his dark sleeve as I move closer to him

🫀 He nods, swallowing hard and looking down, brushing his fingers against mine. “You’ve always really seen me- even when I didn’t deserve it. I just wanted to show you… I see you too, you know?”

🫀 I don’t say anything, I just touch his cheek, and his face is unbelievably warm

🫀 While the table was a lovely formality, we’re both far more comfortable sitting on the plush rug, our legs pressed against eachother. We’re too far away from eachother at the table

🫀 He attempts to charm the ornaments on the tree into singing. It goes wildly wrong, and their high-pitched wailing force him to silence them with an immediate Silencio and an embarrassed scowl, though it gives way to laughter almost immediately and I cackle with him, leaning into his chest

🫀 My head bobs up and our faces are an inch apart, and he presses his lips to mine. He tastes of spiced wine and cinnamon apples, his hair is impossibly soft when I tangle my fingers in it, and I think I could stay in this room forever

🫀 The clock sings to announce midnight and it catches Mattheo’s attention, prompting him to pull away. I sigh quietly at the absence of his lips and he chuckles

🫀 He produces a small, intricately carved wooden box from his pocket, that looks handmade

🫀 Mattheo takes a breath and steadies himself before he opens it it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, adorned with tiny charms: a serpent, a crescent moon, and a single red garnet that sparkles like firelight. The silver glints in the candlelight, and the other charms seem to move and shimmer on their own

🫀 He tugs on my wrist, and I let him take it. He moves deftly, fastening the bracelet around my wrist, and his fingers brush against my arm gently

🫀 “I wanted you to have something. Something to remind you that, even when we’re not saying it… you know.”

🫀 “I know.”

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧──❅•

[cadygroves]

I was today years old when I realized that the lyrics "The ribbon on my wrist says 'do not open before Christmas" is about self harm

[whorekneecentral]

december 24th - ribbons and bows // d.r3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daniel being cheesy, two shots of vodka vibes lmao + alcohol and the consumption of, bondage/being tied up, finger sucking, penetrative sex, choking, cream pie. 

Word Count: 1,335

Author’s Note: once again, sorry it’s late :) this one was fun to write tho + y’all wanted some big dic daddy ric (is that what it was? did I say that right??) so here you go 

Holiday Advent Calendar 

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You just want to wrap your Christmas gifts but Daniel had other ideas; too many glasses of spiked eggnogs and you’re covered in ribbons and bow. 

Christmas was fast approaching and Daniel left all the gift wrapping to the last minute, simply because he left all the shopping to the last minute. You two had just got home with the last bit of shopping and things you bought for his niece and nephew. 

“I need more tape!” You shout to your husband from the living room. 

Daniel returns, the tape looped over his wrist and two glasses, one is each hand, with some sort of milky content. He sits on the edge of the couch, handing you a glass before sliding the tape off to you. 

“What’s this?” You smell the glass and he smiles. 

“Eggnog.” He takes a sip from his glass before you mirror his actions. 

Your face grimes at the overwhelming flavour of bourbon. “How much liquor did you put in this?” 

“Like 2 shots?” He puts the glass on the coffee table. 

“Is your two shots like that lady that put the whole bottle of vodka in?” You laughed, taping the edge of the box shut. Daniel smiles, leaning back into the couch as he sorts through the bag of bows you had on the cushion. 

Daniel reaches forward while you’re wrapping another box, he loops the ribbon around your chest and ties a little bow behind you. “Daniel,” you chuckle, glancing over your shoulder at him. 

“What?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Wrapping my gift.” He smiles, sticking a bow on your boob. 

You huff a laugh, smiling at your husband. “You're like an overgrown child.” You pull the bow off and stick it on his leg, undoing the ribbon and actually wrapping it around the box you had in front of you. 

You and Daniel sit in silence for a bit, wrapping the last of the gifts as you chat over the extremely strong glass of eggnog. Daniel tries on numerous occasions to stick bows on you and wrap you up in ribbon, joking about opening his gift but you just wanted to finish up the wrapping before he could distract you. 

Because if your husband is good for one thing, it’s distracting you.

Finally, after what felt like a million years, you were wrapping up the last present; a lego set for your nephew. 

Daniel tries his ribbon trick once more, wrapping it around your middle and you lift your arms a bit, letting him slip his own under you to tie a little bow on the front of you. 

You leave the ribbon he’s tied on you there as you get up to set the present with the others but you feel a hand smack your ass and you can see in the reflection of the window that your husband had stuck a bow on your ass. 

Laughing, you pull the bow off to find your husband on the floor. “What are you doing ?” You ask for the millionth time that night. 

You watch as he reaches up, pulling on the bow he had tied with the ribbon, putting on one end of it. “Unwrapping my gift.” 

Daniel pulls you down to sit on his lap, your legs on either side, straddling him. “Is that so?” You ask, letting him take off your top. 

He hums in response, eyes fixed on the red lace that covers your tits. Daniel leans forward, kissing along your collarbones and down to your tits, you were so distracted by the feeling that you missed him pulling your hands behind you and tying a perfect knot with the ribbon he had previously taken off of you. 

“Daniel!” You scolded him, wiggling your wrists in an attempt to get them loose. 

He smiles, satisfied as he scoots you off his lap. You were now on your knees in front of your husband, hands tied behind your back as you looked up at him. He leans down and kisses you, his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin when he looks at you, kissing you once more. 

Your husband grabs your chin, tilting your head back as you look up at him. 

His index fingers taps your cheek lightly and you open your mouth, “good girl.” He squeezes your face slightly before he slips his thumb into your mouth. 

Daniel crouches down in front of you, eyes fixed on you and watching your every move; the way your own eyes study him or perhaps the way your lips wrap around his thumb, the feeling of your tongue on his finger. 

“Bet you wish that was my cock, hm? Always did look pretty with it in your mouth.” 

He smiles at the way your eyes widen at his filthy words. Daniel pulls his finger away, kissing you once more; sloppy and messy, your hands stuck behind your back before he pushes you to lay down for a moment. 

His hands are quick with your shorts, giving them a tug before pulling them down. “Okay come on now,” you look up at him when he helps you up again. 

“You have no patience,” he tsks, squeezing your chin between his index finger and thumb. He sits on the floor, his back against the couch when he pulls you down onto his lap. 

“It’s not fun with me all tied up.” You complain, hoping he'd untie you. 

Daniel smiles, “it's fun for me,” he kisses you, tapping your hip softly so you’d lift off him a bit before he lines himself up with you and you sink down onto him. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time; Daniel feeling you clench around him and you feeling him stretch you out. 

"Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing along your thigh. “Take it so well, baby.” He mumbles against your lips before his hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh causing a little whimper to slip past your lips. 

Daniel’s eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

A literal angel on earth if you asked him.

His hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs. 

Daniel’s hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles.

You fall flat against him, your husband reaching behind you to undo the knot, the ribbon tossed next to you. Your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hand resting on your lower back as he bounced you up and down on his lap. 

His hand slips between the two of you once again, rubbing slow circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him again. 

“Dan- fuck,” you breathe, your hand gripping his arm as he leans into you. 

“I know, sweetheart.” He stops you, his hand moving in time with his hips. 

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and your husband watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Daniel follows behind you. 

Your face buried in the crook of his neck, his hand rubs along the curve of your spine. “You’re so annoying,” you mumble and you can feel the rumble of his chest when he laughs. 

“You know you love it.” 

“I know I love you,” you sit up, your hand on his cheek. Daniel smiles, “I love you too.” 

You go to kiss him but both of your phones chime at the same time. You lean over to check it and it was the little calendar reminder; it was 2 minutes past midnight which meant it was officially Christmas. 

“Merry Christmas,” you smile at your husband and he kisses you. “Merry Christmas.” 

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[dontyoufinditstrange]

From Under The Cork Tree Lyrics That Alter My Brain Chemistry

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued

"the ribbon on my wrist says 'do not open before christmas'" "we're only liars, but we're the best" "its just past 8 and i'm feeling young and reckless"

Of All The Gin Joints In All The World

"i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now i only waste it dreaming of you" "we're sleeping through all the memories"

Dance, Dance

"tonight it's 'it can't get much worse' versus ' no one should ever feel like'" "i'm two quarters and a heart down" "and i don't wanna forget how your voice sounds" "these words are all i have so i'll write them so you need them just to get by" "this is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loves me"

Sugar, We're Going Down

"i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song" "a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it" "isn't it messed up how i'm just dying to be him?"

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner

"i keep my jealousy close cause its all mine" "hand behind this pen relives a failure every day" "so wear me like a locket around your throat, i'll wear you down, i'll watch you choke"

I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)

"we're the kids who feel like dead ends" "and the poets are just kids who didnt make it and never had it at all" "force our smiles, baby, half dead, from comparing myself to everyone else around me" "please put the doctor on the phone cause i'm not making any sense" "blame everyone but me for this mess" "and my back has been breaking from this heavy heart" "i'm hopelessly hopeful you're just hopeless enough"

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

"i keep tellin myself, i keep tellin myself i'm not the desperate type, but you've got me looking through blinds" "trying to forget everything that isn't you" "i'm not going home alone, cause i dont do too well on my own"

Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year

"cause i swear i'd burn the city down to show you the light" "no matter what they say, don't believe a word" "cause i'll keep singing this lie if you keep believing it" "take our tears, put em on ice" "ashamed of the way the songs and the words own the beating of our hearts" "got a sunset in my veins" "i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay" "i need to keep you like this in my mind"

Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

"you are a getaway car, rush of blood to the head" "we only do it for the scars and stories, but not the fame" "at least everyone is trying, everyone is shining, everyone deserves the flames, but its such a shame" "the sounds of this small town make my ears hurt" "the tide's out, the ship's run aground, we drown traitors in shallow water"

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me

"you're the only place that feels like home" "i'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends" "i am sorry my conscience called in sick again" "i've got arrogance down to a science" "they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone" "but for what we've become we just feel more alone" "so progress report: i am missing you to death"

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"

"you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with and i'm just the boy who's had too many chances" "i don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it" "write me off, give up on me, cause darling what did you expect?"

Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)

"we never stood a chance and i'm not sure if it matters" "i'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town" "i know this hurts, it was meant to" "it's mind over you don't, don't matter" "it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming into microphones for attention because we're just so bored" "we never knew that you would pick it apart" "i'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts"

XO

"i left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer" "love never wanted me, but i took it anyway" "choose love or sympathy" "loose lips sink ships"