#unbutton yourself. loosen your belt and rest

[choobelette]

oh starving man, serve fish on my plate

to be jesus, selfless in a selfish way

you don’t know what to say, but

i always do

we cannot eat silence for dinner

yet dirty feet and clean legs

crossed and skewered, roasted slowly

will be enough to fill

[pre11yyy]

Synopsis: Mark got short of money so he decided to take jeno's idea of trying porn into consideration

A.N: i don't really know how porn works so everything here is made up, also i forgot to a point that this was supposed to be porn so there is that.

Mark has been running short of money lately, so short, none of his part time jobs were enough for his college titutions neither they were enough to pay for his rent, he sighed resting his head on the single black sofa thinking about what he can do, he chew on his lower lip recalling his friend's Jeno words yesterday "what about acting in porn?" the later asked making Mark widen his eyes in disbelieve from the words that left his friend, his ears red "wtf do you mean dude no" he was quick to shut the offer down. But now he couldn't help but think about it.

He had heard stories about people earning so much in a single shoot, he wasn't a virgin but he had never had sex with someone he didn't know, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so he decided to call Jeno and ask for more information about the job. Jeno was quick to answer the phone. "Hey, I was starting to think you had changed your mind about that offer." Mark felt a little embarrassed, but he had to face reality. "No, I'm still interested. I just… needed some time to think about it, I guess." "Well, you came to the right place," Jeno replied with a chuckle. "I've got some connections in the industry, and I can get you an audition for one of the biggest production companies around. They're always looking for new talent." "Really?" Mark asked, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Really. Just meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow at noon, and I'll give you all the details you need." "Okay," Mark agreed, hanging up the phone. He sat there for a moment, still unable to believe that he was actually considering this.

But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a real possibility. And if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He would give it his all, just like he always did. The day of the audition came, Mark had no idea what they r gonna make him do in this audition, lucky for him that Jeno knew one of the guys that he introduced him to as Jaemin, he was quick to reassure Mark about everything, scanning him from head to toe before encouraging him to come to the audition. "So,What do you need me to do?" Mark asked, trying to hide his nervousness. Jaemin smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Well, We just want to see how you handle yourself on camera. We need you to follow my instructions, and do exactly what I tell you. Understood?" Mark nodded, taking a deep breath. "Understood." "Great. Now, why don't you get comfortable?" Jaemin motioned for him to sit on the black leather chair in the center of the room. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'm going to give you some directions through your earpiece."

Mark closed his eyes, taking a moment to compose himself. He could feel the weight of the earpiece in his ear, and the gentle hum of Jaemin's voice as he began to give him instructions. "Okay… Mark… take a deep breath. Now, slowly exhale…" As he followed Jaemin's instructions, Mark felt himself beginning to relax. His heart rate slowed down, and his muscles loosened. He was ready. Or at least he thought so before Jaemin's next words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"All right, Mark. Time to strip for the camera and jerk off." What the hell? As much as Mark knew this is what the job is about he couldn't help the shock he felt, he has never done anything like this in front of anyone before, he cleared his throat reminding himself that he needs the money , this is his only shot to make it out of this hole he dug himself into, and he has to do it. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his toned abs and broad chest. Then he slid off his pants, revealing his boxer briefs, which were already starting to bulge. He hesitated for a moment, but then continued, unfastening his belt and lowering his underwear. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about it.

"That's it, Mark. You're doing great," Jaemin encouraged him through the earpiece. "Just keep going, and remember to make it look realistic." With a deep breath, Mark began to stroke himself, trying to mimic the movements he had seen in porn. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hand gliding up and down his shaft, and the anticipation of the inevitable release. As he continued, he could feel the tension building within him. His breathing became labored, and his muscles tensed. He knew he was close, but he had to hold on for just a little longer. He could hear Jaemin's voice in his ear, guiding him through each thrust, each caress.

Finally, he felt the familiar tightening in his abdomen, and the warmth spreading through his body. He moaned softly as he released his load, shooting thick, white ropes of cum across the room. His muscles relaxed, and he collapsed back into the chair, spent. He opened his eyes, blinking away the last remnants of the orgasm. Jaemin was watching him intently from across the room, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Very good, Mark. You will definitely work for us" Jaemin was impressed by the man's cock and expressions, having already a vision of how many people will come searching for his videos in the future . "Thank you," Mark managed to say between ragged breaths not really sure about what he is thanking the man about but he had to say something. "Don't mention it. Now, why don't you go ahead and get dressed? We'll talk about the next steps once you're ready." Gratefully, Mark stood up and began to dress. As he did, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed after seeing the mess he made on the leather chair but he shook it off quickly, following one of the staff to another waiting room where other contestants were sitting . He took a deep breath, and tried to compose himself, waiting for someone to tell him what would happen next.

"Mark?" a familiar voice said, and he looked up to see Jeno standing beside him. "You did great in there." "Thanks," Mark managed to reply, still feeling a little shaky. "I hope so." Jeno smiled reassuringly and squeezed his shoulder. "Trust me, you killed it. You're going to be perfect for this job." He paused, then added with a wink, "And don't worry about the mess you made. They clean up after everyone." Mark couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "Okay," he said, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Jeno. I really appreciate it." They sat in silence for a moment, just watching the others in the room. Finally, one of the staff members approached them and informed them about the last test which was for them to fuck a woman, Mark was so nervous, it has been so long since he has been laid or even thought about sex with someone else, he couldn't help but worry about his performance. "Don't worry about it," Jeno whispered to him. "You'll be fine. Just remember to enjoy it." And with that, the woman was brought in, and the final test began.

Mark was so nervous, he couldn't even remember your name. All he could focus on was your body as soon as he stepped in, seeing you laying on the bed in your whole glory, wearing only a red dress that left nothing to imagination, you turned your head upon hearing the door click and you couldn't help the sarcastic laugh that slipped out of you, you were sure that he is inexperienced just by the way he walked towards you, his steps hesitant and unsure. "You can take your time, sweetheart," you said with a smirk, your voice dripping with honey. Mark looked at you, his eyes wide with anticipation, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I… I don't want to hurt you," he stammered. You laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that made his cock twitch. "Oh, don't worry about that. I can take care of myself." He nodded slowly, still unsure, but you could see the determination in his eyes. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs, you locked your eyes with his trying to seduce him and wanting just to get over this, sure that he won't do a good job but to your surprise he did.

Mark could feel his cock twitch at the way your were giving him attention his eyes wondering around your body not really sure where he should start with but remembering Jeno's words he followed his instincts trying to ignore the way the camera was on him. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, and then slowly began to make his way up your body. Your skin was so soft beneath his lips, and you let out a soft moan as he reached your breast. He cupped it in his hand, gently massaging your nipple through the fabric of your dress. "That's it," you whispered, arching your back. "Touch me." He took this as a go signal and slowly began to unbutton your dress, revealing more and more of your body to him. Your breasts were full and perfect, and he couldn't help but marvel at them. With one final pull, the dress fell to the floor, leaving you completely naked. "Fuck," he breathed, staring at your body. "You're so beautiful." You smiled, running your hands through his hair. "Thank you," you purred. "Now, why don't you show me what you've got?" your eyes drifted to the tent on his pants, biting your lips you dragged your foot over it seeing how he dropped his head to the back a small groan leaving his lips, you smirked he looks big and you were so curious to see if you were right or not . He looked up at you, eyes dark with lust and it made your insides clench, maybe just maybe he started to grow up on you, Jaemin ruined this moment signaling you to hurry up as there is more contestants coming in and he didn't want you two to be late. "Come here, Mark," you said, pulling him down to you. "Let's see what you can do." He didn't hesitate, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss as he pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. You wrapped your hands around him, marveling at how hard he already was so impressed by how heavy he felt in your hold, your insides throbbing with anticipation before you guided him towards you entrance, both of you let breathy moans as you felt him stretch you perfectly, your eyes already watering at his size . "Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned, thrusting deeper into you. "So tight." You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you felt him bottom out. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, before pulling back and slamming hard into you again. "Yes," you cried, your head falling back, loving the feeling of him filling you so completely.

His pace was relentless, and you knew he was going to leave you sore and bruised, but that was the last thing you cared for, enjoying the stretch and focusing on the way he thrusts on you, your eyes rolled back, moaning constantly while Mark was basically on another dimension, loving the way you clench around him and the feeling of you dragging him down for a kiss. "Oh, God, I'm close," he panted, his rhythm becoming erratic and all the doubts he had about this job started fading away he'll definitely enjoy his job here, he find his hands going to wrap around your jaw, making you lock eyes with him and seeing the way you looked at him, biting your lip and moaning , he knew that this won't be the last time, he'll make sure to keep you coming back to him, he'll make sure to get into this contract and be your personal toy.

"Me too," you said, arching your back and grinding down on him. "m s-so fucking close" everything about you was so pornographic from the way you moaned to your facial expressions, everything was driving him crazy and Mark couldn't help himself, he wanted to ruin you, he wanted you to scream his name and collapse under him. With a harsh cry, your body tensed and you came, your inner muscles gripping him tightly as your release spilled around him. He followed close behind, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into you. "Fuck," he groaned, collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily. You wrapped your arms around him, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you. "That was… intense," you panted. That was the last time you've met Mark, he got accepted to the company yet your schedules never aligned and that was a shame cause none of people you had after him stretched you that good, every time you can't help it but imagine him instead… Months passed by and you started hearing a lot about him, you refused to check out his videos, scared? maybe! But you were more hopeful that you'll have a project together and you wanted to find out what changed, how good he has become, it was more thrilling for you this way and as if the universe had heard your prayers your manager had assigned you a project with Mark, you couldn't believe it, the stars were really aligned tonight.

Receiving the script that same morning your heart throbbed so hard from excitement , you had butterflies in your stomach and for the first time in a long time, you couldn't wait for the day to be over, for you two to meet again and for you to see if he's still as good as you remember.

And here you are, sitting in the makeup chair, wearing a small nurse dress, your boobs threatening to spill from the material, your hair down and wavy, a tiny ribbon tied around it. You're nervous, excited, and a bit anxious. "Almost done," the makeup artist says, finishing up with your lips. There was nothing out of ordinary in this makeup, it was leaning more to the natural side, but you still felt like a million bucks. Stepping out from you makeup room you noticed a more muscular figure back facing you while talking with Jaemin, an undercut black hair styled perfectly, the black button on hugging his body perfectly, highlighting his sculpted form, as it was tucked on his jeans, his waist so much smaller making him stand out, 'that's not Mark right?' there was no way he became this muscular in a short amount of time. Jaemin's voiced cut your thoughts signaling you to come in, the man next to him turned around as well and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched at the sight of Mark, more handsome than last time and most importantly his demeanor a lot different, more confident it was as if he was a different person. You felt his eyes scan your uniform, biting on his bottom lip as he take it in, before smiling at you . "You look great," he says, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease, taking in his scent, something musky and earthy, and you can't help the way it makes your insides flutter, Jaemin smiled already loving the chemistry "you'll look so good in this video i can sense the hit" he smirked as he took in the tension between the both of you.

"You two know what to do" he said and left, letting you and Mark talk things out before filming. "How have you been?" you asked, feeling a little bit awkward after all those months,"I've been good, you?" he replied, still holding your hand. "I've been… fine," you shrugged. "So… you like the new look?" u gestured to the different color you died ur hair to,He smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. "I do, it suits you." "Thanks," you breathed out. "You look… different." u added and he chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah…I've been working out" he shrugged making you hum in response He tilted his head to the side, studying you, obviously hesitating to say something before he let it go "So, have you seen any of my videos since then?" You shake your head. "No, I've been avoiding them." you replied honestly and that made him raise an eyebrow. "Why?" curiosity very evident on his tone and it made you giggle,glancing away, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, i just wanted to discover how much u've improved since then live, you know.."

He smiled at that. "Sounds like you've waiting for this to happen" he gestured to the small studio you r in right now, a bunch of medical equipment filling the space with a single bed in the center. "Well, I've been practicing. I've gotten better at…" he paused, his cheeks flushing a little. "You know." you chuckle at his flustered face nodding in understanding "yeah" you mumbled, shifting your hair the the other side, you could feel Mark's eyes bore into you, his gaze focused on your exposed neck looking forward to what will happen, the scenario playing on his head again, and again and again…

The staff were making sure to set the place perfectly, trying different angles in the camera to see which one works the best before signaling for you to start, Mark was sitting on the small bed which looked even smaller in contrasts with his bigger form, his hands playing with his phone waiting for you 'his nurse' to show up, with a deep breath you stepped in smiling while welcoming him, carrying a small medical kit in your hand. Mark put his phone away, returning your smile as you walked closer. "Hey, Mr Lee, how are you feeling today?" you ask, making sure to keep eye contact. He chuckled, his gaze lingering on your lips. "I'm good, thanks.how about you?"

"I'm doing great, actually." You set the medical kit down on the bedside table and turned bending over a little bit to get the 'thermometer' that fall 'accidentally', flashing your whole ass to the camera and to Mark as your small dress rode up, his eyes scanning your backside as you stood back up, he swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled, trying to not give anything away. "It seems like you're doing a lot better." you tried to soften your voice turning back to him helping him to pull up his sleeves, his arm revealing his toned and muscular biceps, making you want to touch them. "Oh definitely" He replied, his eyes staring at ur cleavage that was presented deliciously in front of him, his pants tightening in arousal, his hand twitches, wanting to touch it, to feel it,

"So, let's get started." You say, taking his hand and leaning him down to the bed, your breasts almost touching his arm. "I need to take your temperature first." "Oh, alright." He nods, his grip on your hand tightening. Once he's lying down, you climb onto the bed as well, straddling his waist. Your hair cascades over his chest, and you can feel his breath hot against your neck as you reach up to take his temperature.

As you take his temperature, your breasts brush against his chest, and you feel his hands snake around to gently grope them through your shirt. He sucks in a breath, his hips bucking against yours in silent invitation. The feel of his strong, warm body beneath you sends a shiver down your spine. But you had to follow the script, trying to pull away from his grasp his hands keeping you tightly from moving, his lips whispering loud enough for the mics to pick "Don't act like you don't like it, you've been teasing me since i came in here, you're my nurse and it's your duty to take care of me, don't u agree?" You moan,despite you shaking your head in disagreement, pushing him away, Mark scoffed his hand going to wrap around your hair tugging at it to expose your neck, his free hand traveling to the front of your dress, groping your breast through the material harshly, your head falling back as he does.

"That's more like it" he groaned as another moan escaped ur lips, his fingers working harder on ur nipples twisting and tugging at the bud on top of the dress, his other hand still tangled in your hair, his tongue traced your earlobe making you shiver "You pretend like you don't want to get fucked yet look at you not even wearing a bra, such a dirty girl" "Please," you beg, arching into his touch.His lips ghosting over ur breasts wetting the fabric with is tongue as he took one nipple between his teeth, his free hand now cupping your ass and lifting you onto him, his hard cock pressing directly into your core.

"God you're wet" he growled, feeling your wetness through his pants,his fingers sliding down under ur panties parting your folds, finding your clit already hard and swollen. His fingers teased you, circling your bud for a few seconds, before he carried you making you sit on his face, his tongue lapping at your wetness, your hands finding their way into his hair pulling at it slightly as he worked his tongue on your folds. "Oh fuck yes," you moan, grinding your hips down against his mouth, using him, rolling your eyes back and arching your back, enjoying his tongue lashing on ur cunt. "You taste so good, baby," he groans, his words vibrating through your body making you tighten your grip on his face choking him with your thighs.

Mark can feel himself getting lightheaded, his vision starting to blur, but he doesn't care. All he can think about is the way your pussy tastes and the way your body feels pressed against his. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, and he can feel the blood rushing to his head. He moans against your clit,the vibrations send a shock wave after another one through your body, making you tremble with pleasure. "I'm going to cum," you warn him, and he doubles down, his tongue thrusting into your hole making you throw ur head back, he was so good at using his tongue his nose rubbing against your clit consistently.

"Mmm, yeah," he growls loving your taste, his voice muffled by your pussy."oh my god!" you cry out, your body shaking as you reach your climax, the pleasure rippling through you, your legs turning into jelly as you collapse on top of him. He takes in a shuddering breath, his mind spinning from the combination of the oxygen deprivation and the taste of your cum on his tongue. His cock is painfully hard, and he can feel it throbbing against his pants, desperate to be free and inside you. "Fuckkk" he groaned, his voice rough from the lack of air and the intense sensations that have just washed over him.

With shaking hands, he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down to reveal his hardened cock. His eyes meet yours looking down at him with flushed face ur thighs resting between his head and it took everything from him to not bite on the soft flesh, he lifted you again, easily guiding you down to meet his hardness.

"Fuck into me" his voice was so commanding that it sent a shiver down your spine, his hands grabbing and squeezing your ass while his lips attached themselves to ur breasts again biting and sucking on ur nipples while keeping your dress on. "Oh God," you whimper, feeling his cock stretching you open, the same stretch you've been craving for, your hips bucking, ur hands digging into his shoulders as you try to take him in deeper. "Fuck yeah," Mark groans, his hips thrusting up, meeting ur movement, his mouth moving higher, sucking on your collarbones, the saliva on his lips making a wet sound as they connect with your skin. His hands move up, cupping your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, making them hard and sensitive.

"Fuck I love how wet you are," he moans, his hips thrusting up, the thick head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Your moans fill the room, ur hips moving in rhythm with his, your hands fisting in his hair as you ride him, ur nails digging into his scalp as you lose yourself in the feeling of him inside you…. "Fuckkk, I'm gonna…" you pant, your orgasm building, growing, threatening to consume you whole. He growls, his hips slamming into you harder, his hand moving between your bodies, rubbing ur clit roughly, his free hand sliding up your body to cup your mouth, his fingers pressing into your lips"Suck," he orders, and you eagerly comply, taking two fingers into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his skin, the salty taste of his sweat and the musky smell of his body overwhelming your senses, making your head spin and your pussy tighten around him.

"That's it," he says, his voice low and dangerous, his hand moving back down, kneading ur ass before delivering a hard smack, the sting making you gasp. "Fuck," you cry out, your head dropping back, your eyes squeezing shut, your orgasm washing over you, waves of pleasure crashing down on you, your body trembling with the force of it, your inner walls gripping him, pulsing, milking him. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he groans, his hands gripping your hips, his nails digging into your flesh, his hips stuttering, his own release approaching,

"Fucking shit," he grunts, his hips jerking up, burying himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he spills himself into you, filling you with his seed, the sensation bringing you over the edge once more, making you scream and sob, tears running down your cheeks, your body shaking with the intensity of your release, the camera quick to capture the scene, both of your fucked out face and his cum spilling out of your hole caught in full HD as he pulled away, leaving you on the bed with ur legs spread open, your body still shaking as he tucked his softening cock into his pants and 'leaving'. The director signaled for cut and the whole set sighed in relief, some chuckling at the state you were in and how quick Mark has become a star, they were impressed and couldn't wait to see how far this will go, Jaemin smirked seeing Mark walking towards him, his hair a mess from all the tugging and pulling, his shirt a bit crumpled and his lips slightly red.

"You did a great job " Jaemin smiled,Mark's lips curved into a grin, nodding and thanking him, his eyes drifting back to you as one of the staff helped you clean up. "She's good, isn't she?" Jaemin asked and that snapped him out of his thoughts. "Yeah, she is"

I wasn't planing to write this now but guess i did lmao, it's not the best in terms of quality especially in the smut as i rushed writing it tbh, but i'll add stuff to it when i get out of work, but yeah anyways... M also planing this to be a series so we will see how it's gonna go

[loudstan]

(67) Days of Whatever the Fuck that Was (Epilogue)

Summary: Chenle wasn't interested in committed relationships until he met the one. The problem is that now she is the one who doesn't want to commit to him.

Pairing: Werewolf! Chenle x Siren! Female reader

Warnings: Toxic behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamic, smut, angst, daddy Chenle supremacy, breeding kink, overstimulation...probably other stuff too, I don't remember.

AN: This is to give our toxic couple a happier ending. But you know me, I needed some angst. Things work out this time though, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

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“I can’t take you anywhere,” Chenle reprimanded you as soon as you both entered the penthouse. He took his shoes off and loosened his tie, glaring at you indignantly. “What were you even thinking?!”

“You told me to try to enjoy myself,” you replied nonchalantly, taking off your high heels and walking past him.

He grabbed your arm and you sighed. It meant he wasn’t done talking.

“Is that how you enjoy yourself? Getting wasted and flirting with my pack brother who, I cannot stress this enough, was the groom?!”

“I was sober,” you corrected him.

“Would it kill you to behave for once?” he groaned. “The entire pack was there–fuck, this is so humiliating–”

“Then stop trying to make me attend events and fit in your life, Chenle–”

“You are part of my life!” he exclaimed. “We’ve been mated for 3 months, Y/N. Get over it!”

“Because of a connection that you forced,” you spat angrily, pulling away from him and making your way to the bedroom.

“Oh, there you go again,” Chenle groaned, following you. “I tried to do things right with you, but you’re the one who started this fucked up dynamic we have!” 

“Blame me all you want,” you said calmly, sitting in front of the dressing table and taking your earrings off. “It doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t choose to be stuck here with you.”

Chenle’s furious eyes met yours in the mirror. He then glared at the handmade seashell necklace that adorned your neck. “What happened to the necklace I gave you?”

You pointed at the closet vaguely and he opened it to find a paper bag full of little boxes with all the jewelry he kept giving you. 

“I like this one better,” you said, taking the necklace off and placing it on the table gently. “It was a gift from my best friend, who I don’t get to travel with anymore because of you,” you commented passive-aggressively. 

“It covers my mark,” Chenle complained. 

“Perfect. That was the idea,” you said, turning around and staring at him challengingly. 

Sex with Chenle always started with a fight. At least that’s the way things have been since you two became official. You kept provoking each other until one of you would snap and pull the other into a kiss, which led to rough, angry sex. 

Today was no exception. The stunt you pulled at Doyoung’s wedding made him turn red with anger and jealousy. He didn’t want to ruin the event so he laughed it off in front of the others and gave your thigh a warning squeeze under the table. But once you were finally home he could release all that pent-up frustration by pounding into you relentlessly.

Now your hands were tied behind your back with his belt and your chest was pressed on the wooden surface of the same dressing table you were sitting at earlier. You both were still fully dressed; you with your tiny dress pulled up so the fabric rested wrinkled on your back and your panties had been moved to the side to allow the pleasurable intrusion. He was still wearing his half-unbuttoned shirt and his pants and underwear pooled on the floor around his legs. There had been no time to get undressed. When you both were this angry you needed each other fast and rough.

“That’s right, princess,” he grunted when he felt you tightening around him. “I’m the one who gets to take you home and fuck you this good.”

You wished you could scoff at his arrogance but he was fucking you good. 

“Right t-there!” you moaned instead, trying to communicate that he was hitting the perfect spot to have you cumming in seconds, but he already knew that. He knew your body very well. You were incredibly compatible in bed.

…If only you were compatible in other ways too.

“O-oh…,” your voice shook with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t stop–”

“Bossy, aren’t we?” he teased, but he complied. And with a few more thrusts he had you coming with a loud moan. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asked when you were coming down from your high, admiring the multiple hickeys and love bites he had left on your neck and shoulders. 

You lifted your head with difficulty and locked eyes with him in the mirror. “I…,” you croaked weakly, “I belong to no one.”

Chenle pulled you by your hair making you hiss. 

“What did you say?” 

“I’m not fucking yours,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

A subtle smirk formed on Chenle’s lips. He pulled out of you, despite not having had his release yet, and forced you to sit back down on the chair. 

“We’ll see about that,” he said, casually walking away.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” you asked with a scoff, watching his movements in the mirror.

“Who said we were done?” he replied with another question, turning around to show you what he had gone to find in his nightstand drawer: a hitachi wand.

“Chenle,” you warned him, trying to give him an intimidating glare, but he either didn’t notice or he didn’t care, pulling a chair to sit right behind you, spreading his legs to fit you between them, and placing the vibrator dangerously close to your crotch. 

You locked eyes in the mirror.

“Anything you wanna say?” he asked with fake innocence. “Do you finally want to admit that you’re mine? Or do you maybe want to apologize for being a brat at the wedding?”

You defiantly clenched your jaw.

 He arched his eyebrow expectantly. 

You didn’t say a word.

So he turned on the toy and pressed it against your clothed cunt harshly. 

You gasped and quickly closed your thighs but you ended up trapping the vibrator between them and increasing the stimulation.

“Chenle!” you breathed out, squirming defenselessly with your arms still tied behind you while he held you against his chest with one of his arms around your waist. “You…Y-you asshole!”

“Who do you belong to?” he asked you again.

“No one!” you yelled.

“Wrong,” he countered, turning up the intensity. 

You don’t know how many times he made you cum like that. He kept going until your body was glistening with sweat, and your brain had turned into mush. Your spent body was leaning pliantly on his chest while he teasingly grazed the wand against your clothed clit.

He moved his hand from your waist to your chin, to make you look at his reflection in the mirror.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered looking into your dazed eyes, but your eyes rolled back as another orgasm hit you before you could respond.

Chenle chuckled. “You look so cute like this,” he murmured. “So docile. Now all you have to do is say you belong to me and you’ll be my perfect little princess.”

You let out a soft whimper, but that wasn’t the answer he wanted. It was cruel how he placed the wet toy on your abused pussy again and started moving it in circles. A silent scream escaped you, followed by pathetic sobs.

“My poor Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your tear-stained cheek. “Let me help you. All you have to do is say ‘I’m yours’. C’mon, princess, say it.”

“I-I’m y–...haa,” you babbled incoherently.

“Almost there, Y/N, you’re doing so well,” he praised you without stopping his hand from tormenting you with the vibrator. “Say ‘I’m yours.’”

“I’m y-yours…,” you choked out.

“Louder,” he groaned, nibbling on your neck.

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, trembling because of a new orgasm approaching.

“Louder!”

“I’m yours, daddy–,” you cried, with a breathy, high-pitched moan, squirting all over the toy and his hand.

Chenle’s eyes widened and he dropped the hitachi wand in shock. Did you just call him daddy?!

He released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and he slowly untangled his arms from your body to make three discoveries:

He had come untouched. A generous amount of sticky white liquid decorated the back of your wrinkled dress.

You were about to pass out, so he quickly untied your wrists and picked you up to take you to the bed.

He had marked you. Again. As soon as he gently lay you down he saw a fresh wound on your neck, barely an inch away from the one he gave you months ago.

He quickly went to grab a wet towel to clean you up with one hand, while holding his phone with the other to call Jaemin.

“Hello?” Answered Jaemin’s sleepy voice.

“I bit my mate,” Chenle blurted out anxiously.

“…Yeah,” the older wolf’s voice replied after a moment of silence. “That’s what we do…”

“I mean—I bit her again. I gave her another mark,” Chenle explained.

“Congratulations,” Jaemin yawned. 

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Chenle asked nervously. Jaemin was a healer so he surely knew what to do in this case.

“Chenle, it’s fine. We only need to mark our mates once to bond them to us, but an extra bite or two is not unheard of.”

“…So it’s not dangerous?”

“It’s not,” Jaemin assured him. “Now, calm down and go to bed. It’s 3 AM.”

Chenle mumbled a ‘thank you’ and hung up the phone. 

He continued cleaning your body carefully. Then he changed your clothes into something more comfortable; one of the silky PJs that he had bought you and you refused to wear. Finally, he removed your makeup and applied some ointment on your sore wrists while you slept peacefully. 

Trying to not wake you up, he lay down on his side of the bed after taking a shower. He was about to fall asleep when he felt your body’s warmth closer to him and one of your arms hugged his waist.

“Y/N?” He whispered, but there was no reply. You were asleep. 

Chenle sighed and turned to his side to face you, gently accommodating you in his arms and caressing your hair. It wasn’t the first time that you got close to him in your sleep. 

He only wished you acted like this when you were awake too. 

A couple of days later you received an unexpected visit.

You were coming out of the shower when you heard the bell ring followed by distant voices. You assumed they were Chenle’s friends who you weren’t interested in meeting so you continued getting dressed and drying your hair nonchalantly until Chenle entered the room. 

“Can you come out when you’re ready?” He asked quietly.

“Why?” You asked back monotonously.

“Taeyong hyung and Doyoung hyung are here.”

Ah, yes. You remembered them; the one who’s about to be a dad and the one who just got married. 

“So?” 

“They said there’s something they need to discuss with both of us.”

You sighed. “Do they also want to tell me off because of what happened at the wedding? It was a harmless joke.”

“I don’t reckon they’re here to give you an award,” he deadpanned.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you shrugged, going back to applying lotion on your legs.

“Y/N,” he paused to take a deep breath in and exhale slowly, trying to avoid an argument in case his pack members heard. “Please,” he said through gritted teeth.

You sighed and muttered an annoyed ‘fine’, finishing your beauty routine while Chenle went to entertain the guests. You heard the sound of their animated talk and laughter, but it stopped abruptly when you came out of the room to join them.

Taeyong was the first to see you. His mouth opened in shock and his eyes widened. Right after, Doyoung looked your way and gasped. Finally, Chenle followed their eyes and understood what had caused such commotion: your tank top exposed all the recent marks Chenle had left on your body. From the purple and greenish bruises all over your neck and chest to your still reddened wrists. 

He quickly stood up and dragged you back to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?!” He whisper-shouted.

“You told me to join you,” you reminded him.

“When you’re ready.”

“I am ready,” You replied confusedly.

“I mean—,” he sighed defeatedly. “Can you cover up, please?”

“Cover up?” You scoffed.

“Unless you want to show off my marks.”

“As if,” you deadpanned.

“Then put on a proper shirt before you join us,” he said, leaving the bedroom to go back to his guests.

There was an awkward silence in the living room.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Chenle finally said.

“Looks like you mauled her,” Taeyong commented.

“She could easily convince the police you kidnapped her with those wrists,” Doyoung added.

“It was just…sex stuff,” Chenle quickly assured.

“Even the extra bite?” Doyoung asked skeptically. 

“Google says it happens sometimes,” Chenle defended himself with the knowledge he gathered from the internet. “Jaemin said so too.”

“If you’re feeling desperately possessive, yes,” Taeyong nodded slowly.

Before the younger could reply, you joined them again, this time wearing a t-shirt that covered you a little better. You sat down on the same sofa as your mate but in the opposite corner. 

“Hey,” Taeyong greeted you with a polite smile. “I don’t know if you remember us. I’m Taeyong and this is Doyoung. We’re Chenle’s pack brothers.”

“How’s it going, Y/N?” Doyoung asked, smiling too.

You thought about it for a second. Should you tell him you hated your life here and while Chenle googled if it was okay to bite his mate more than once you googled how to get rid of the mating bond? 

“All good,” you said instead.

“Is Chenle treating you well?” Taeyong asked this time.

“Of course I am,” Chenle scoffed.

“I’m asking her.”

You paused again. To be fair, he cared for you a lot. He was always making sure you ate and trying to remember the things you like to get them for you. The only problem was that your only form of communication was arguing or yelling at each other.

“Yeah, fine,” you shrugged.

Taeyong and Doyoung exchanged worried looks before Doyoung spoke up.

“Okay…don’t panic but this is an intervention.”

“A what?!” both you and Chenle shrieked.

“We know that the way your relationship started was…unusual,” Doyoung explained, choosing his words carefully. “But we were hoping you would be getting along by now.”

“And you’re not,” Taeyong declared. “It’s been months and you don’t seem to be able to stand each other.”

“Because we hate each other,” you agreed.

“No, we don’t,” Chenle contradicted you quickly. “We’re just going through a rough patch.”

“This entire relationship is a rough patch!” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if someone wasn’t so stubborn–”

“This is exactly what I mean,” Doyoung intervened. “Even if you imprinted on each other…maybe you two–...”

“Maybe you two shouldn’t be together,” Taeyong said with a sigh.

There was a dead silence in the room.

“That’s ridiculous,” Chenle murmured. “I imprinted on her.”

“I know,” Taeyong nodded with sad eyes. “But maybe you shouldn’t have.”

Chenle opened his mouth and closed it dumbly again. Taeyong, a hopeless romantic who firmly believed in imprinting and destiny, was telling him that you two were the exception. Your relationship was bad enough to make him question The Moon’s choice of mates.

“We’re already mated,” Chenle insisted. 

“There are ways to undo it.”

“Do you want me to suffer to death?” Chenle finally snapped. “You know damn well a wolf can’t survive for long if they part with their mate.”

“There are wolves who have never met their mate and they live a good life,” Taeyong informed him.

“But we already met!”

“That can also be undone.”

You, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke up. “...What do you mean?”

“It’s…uncommon,” Doyoung spoke cautiously. “Memory-erasing spells are against the law…But there are cases in which a partial memory block is allowed if taken to court–”

“What are you talking about?” Chenle growled, glaring at Doyoung like he had just insulted him.

“If you two forget you ever met, the bond will break easily and you two can go separate ways,” Doyoung explained.

“No,” Chenle shook his head stubbornly. “We’ll fix our problems ourselves.”

Taeyong sighed before turning to you and calling your name softly. “Y/N, what do you think?”

You stared at him blankly. You had been actively looking for ways to break the bond but losing all memories of Chenle was so…permanent. You looked at Doyoung, and then at Chenle, who was watching you intently.

“And then what?” you finally asked. “My crew left a while ago and I don’t know anyone here. What becomes of me once I forget the reason I’m here?”

“You could contact someone you trust—a friend or family member, and we can wait until they get here to take care of you before proceeding,” Taeyong said. “If you want to proceed, that is.”

You nodded absentmindedly, under Chenle’s incredulous eyes. 

“If this is something you both want to do, I’ll handle your case myself,” Doyoung assured you. “I know a few people that could speed this up a bit.”

“But,” Taeyong added, “you must understand that once it’s done there’s no way back.”

You nodded again. Chenle remained silent.

“Can I think about it?” you finally asked.

“Of course,” Taeyong said. “This is a very important decision, so please take as much time as you need.”

You thanked him. Chenle didn’t.

Even when they were finally gone, Chenle wouldn’t speak. It was only when you were lying in bed, your eyes closed as you tried to fall asleep that you heard his quiet voice from beside you.

“I can’t believe you’re considering it.”

You turned your head to the side and opened your eyes. He was staring at the ceiling.

“Is it really that surprising? All we do is fight,” you said.

When he didn’t reply for a whole minute you assumed the conversation was over and turned to lie on your side, staring at the wall.

“I don’t hate you,” you heard him murmur after a while.

“I don’t actually hate you either…,” you replied, not daring to look at him. “I just say stuff sometimes.”

“Sometimes I can be…mean, too.”

You smiled bitterly. “Quite the pair we are, huh?”

“Could be worse.”

“Have you seen worse?” you asked, turning around again to look at him. He was already staring you back.

“...No,” he admitted.

You snorted and he laughed softly too.

“We suck,” he said lightheartedly like the situation was so bad all he could do was laugh.

“But at least I’m quite good at sucking,” you teased him.

“Can you not give me a hard-on right now?” he groaned. “We were having a moment.”

“Not my fault you’re not as good at sucking as me,” you shrugged.

His eyes lit up and you could distinguish the hint of a smirk on his face despite the dim light in the room.

“Yeah?” he breathed out.

Sex with Chenle always started with a fight. This was probably the only exception. Both of you playfully pleasuring each other with no aggression driving your actions was just new. But you definitely didn’t hate having your mouth on his cock while he had you sitting on his face. 

You swirled your tongue around the tip, determined to make him come first. He gasped and his hips chased your mouth, but when he heard you giggle he quickly focused back on his task of getting you off first. He licked long stripes up and down your pussy and you moaned around him. Now was his turn to chuckle.

“Having fun?” you breathed out, pulling him out of your mouth momentarily.

He hummed, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue playfully.

You let out a choked moan. Cheeky bastard.

But you weren’t going to lose. You quickly took him back in your mouth and deep-throated him as far as you could, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stretch. He moaned loudly, but soon retaliated, grabbing onto your ass cheeks and pulling you down forcefully towards his face.

Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, bobbing your head up and down. He was equally desperate, moving his head up and down, and then side to side to let his tongue stroke your cunt in all the right places. Soon you both lost control; you rode his face mindlessly, and he fucked into your mouth eagerly; both of you holding onto each other’s thighs and letting out lewd, wet, loud sounds until you saw white and were trembling with pleasure.

“F-fuck…,” he whispered when you both were lying side by side, trying to catch your breath.

“You didn’t have to go that hard,” you mumbled, still unable to stop your legs from twitching.

“You sucked the soul out of me,” he countered.

“I won by the way,” you said.

He quickly turned to look at you, frowning. “You did not. You came first.”

“Ha! You wish, pup. You came first.”

“You fucking liar!” 

…Sometimes, sex with Chenle also ended with a fight. And then your relationship would go back to being as unpleasant as usual.

Until it got worse.

“I talked to Yeosang,” you casually said one day, interrupting the awkward meal you were sharing.

“Who?” he asked, uninterested.

“Yeosang,” you repeated. “One of my crew members. My best friend.”

Chenle hummed. “The one who worked with you at the bar?”

“Yeah. He’ll be here in about three weeks.”

“He’s visiting?”

“Sort of,” you murmured. “Taeyong said it would be better for someone I trust to be near when we…you know…”

Chenle’s entire body tensed. He stared at you in surprise before his expression turned cold.

“We’re not doing that,” he said curtly. 

“Chenle–”

“I said no,” he declared going back to eating.

“I made up my mind,” you said.

“So did I.”

“I already told Taeyong.”

“Wha–” he choked on his own words, looking betrayed. “This is something that concerns both of us! You can’t– Damnit!”

“All we do is fight, hurt each other, and fuck, Chenle,” you sighed. 

“So you decided to forget it all?! Forget you ever met me?”

You blinked your tears away. You didn’t want to forget Chenle, but you also couldn’t continue in a relationship like this.

Chenle mistook your silence for an answer and decided to end the conversation by standing up abruptly and leaving the apartment. 

He came back at about 4 in the morning, trying not to make too much noise so he wouldn’t wake you up. 

He mumbled a dry sorry when you sat up in bed to watch him enter the room. 

“It’s fine,” you said tiredly. You hadn’t been able to sleep because you were worried something had happened to him. “Come to bed.”

He wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore, so he obeyed. He took a quick shower and put on something more comfortable before sliding into bed with you.

“I won’t stop you,” he croaked. His voice sounded like he had been crying.

“Hm?”

“I’ll sign the documents,” he explained. “Jisung told me not to do it…but I’m exhausted,” he sighed defeatedly. “Do whatever you think will make you happier.”

“We’ll both be happier,” you corrected him. “Thank you,” you added softly.

He didn’t reply so you closed your eyes, ready to finally fall asleep when he spoke up again.

“Jaemin’s gonna be a dad,” he blurted out.

“Jaemin? The healer?” 

“Yeah…his mate’s pregnant. Well, she’s also Jeno’s mate, so maybe Jeno’s gonna be a dad. Not sure how that works. I think they’re both the dad…” he trailed off.

“They can’t both be the dad,” you said, frowning.

“Not biologically,” he shrugged, agreeing with you. “But they don’t seem to care about that.”

“Weird, but good for them, I guess,” you conceded.

“Taeyong hyung’s pup will be born soon too,” he rambled, and you swore you heard his voice crack. “I never cared much for kids, but–,” he paused.

You silently stared at him, noticing how he quickly wiped a tear away with his hand.

“I didn’t even know I wanted to be a dad…but when I met you I thought– I d-don’t know, I thought that maybe–” he broke down and sobbed, not being able to hide his sorrow anymore.

“Oh, Lele,” you called him the nickname that you rarely used, pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back tightly, crying into your chest loudly.

“W-why couldn’t we m-make it work?!” he lamented.

You kissed the top of his head, gently patting his back. “I’m sorry. You’ll have your own family one day, just–”

“Not with y-you?” he hiccuped. 

“Yeah,” you whispered sadly and your voice cracked too. “...I’m so sorry.”

You both cried yourselves to sleep holding onto each other like you were afraid one of you would be gone in the morning. Because it was going to happen soon anyway.

There were no more fights after that night. But the reason may be that you weren’t talking to each other much anymore. Now that a decision had been made, you were both feeling…empty. Just waiting for the separation day to come. 

It wasn’t until almost two weeks later that you fought again. 

Chenle entered the room to see you restlessly looking for something. His eyes followed you as you opened each drawer again and again until he finally dared ask what the problem was.

“My necklace,” you replied quickly.

“Which one?”

“My favorite one!”

“The one with seashells? You wore it yesterday,” he reminded you.

“I know, but now I can’t find it,” you said, opening the nightstand drawer.

“You already looked there–”

“It has to be somewhere!” you said, irritated, trying to think of places you hadn’t searched yet when a dark thought crossed your mind. “Chenle. Did you throw it away?”

Chenle, who had opened his nightstand drawer to help you look for the lost item halted. 

“...What?” he asked quietly.

“You said it covered your mark,” you accused him.

“You can’t be serious right now.”

“You hated how I always wore that one instead of the ones you gave me.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll throw your stuff away! What am I, a child?!” he asked, offended.

“Is this your way of getting revenge because I accepted Taeyong and Doyoung’s offer?” you insisted.

“Oh my god–I didn’t touch your ugly ass necklace!” he yelled exasperatedly. 

“THEN WHERE IS IT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW! It’s not my fault you don’t take care of your stuff!”

You took a deep breath in. “Chenle,” you spoke more calmly. “If you have it, just please give it back. I won’t be mad–”

“I said I don’t have it!” he exclaimed. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

“What else am I supposed to think of the person who forced me into a relationship with him?” you spat pettily.

His eyes widened but he looked down before you could catch the sadness in them. In silence, he dragged his feet to get out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.  

You huffed angrily and continued looking for your precious necklace until exhaustion took over you and it became obvious that it wasn’t in the room. The warm water of the shower helped calm you down, and as your thoughts became more coherent you regretted the way you had talked to Chenle. He may be an ass sometimes, but you knew it was unlikely that he would purposely do something that hurt you. So you decided to apologize to him as soon as he came back.

But he didn’t.

You lost count of how many times you practiced the apology in your head, but your mate didn’t show up for you to say them out loud.

It was way past midnight and it was raining heavily outside. You started to worry, so you called him, but the faint vibration coming from the living room guided you to his forgotten phone on the sofa.

Now you were straight out panicking. He was out there in this weather, probably not thinking clearly after your fight, and with no way to contact him. 

After a minute of hesitation, you grabbed a random hoodie and went to find him, but as soon as you opened the door you bumped face-to-face into him. His drenched clothes were sticking to his body and droplets of water slid down his face and neck. You noticed he was shivering slightly, but he took off his shoes and walked past you and into the bedroom without sparing you a glance before you could ask anything.

You only reacted when you heard the sound of the shower running. You walked into the bedroom too, nervously trying to remember the so-practiced apology to recite when he came out.

“Chenle I’m so–”

“The park,” he interrupted you curtly, again walking past you and sitting on the bed.

“What?” you mumbled, confused.

He pointed at your nightstand. “It was at the park.”

You looked at where he was pointed and saw your cherished necklace, completely wet but in perfect condition.

“Y-you…went to find my necklace?” you stuttered incredulously. 

He ignored your question, getting into bed and lying on his side, turning his back to you.

“In this weather?” you continued your interrogation, still getting no answer from him. “Chenle, that park is huge!”

Still no reply. 

You sighed, understanding that he was surely very hurt and needed some space. “Thanks…And sorry,” you whispered, getting into bed and accepting the silent treatment as a very deserved punishment as you tried to fall asleep.

But a couple of hours later you were woken up by a constant rowdy noise coming from Chenle’s side of the bed. As you slowly opened your eyes and got used to the darkness, you noticed that he was shivering. 

“Chenle?” you whispered, reaching for his shoulder and shaking him softly. “Chenle what’s wrong?”

He didn’t reply, nor did he stop trembling, so you sat up and turned the light on, taking a closer look at him. His face was flushed and covered in sweat, his body was also sweaty and trembling and you finally registered that the constant noise was his teeth chattering.

You muttered a curse under your breath and hurried to get a wet cloth, placing it on his forehead and pulling the covers off his body. He whined, annoyed at the sudden coldness hitting him but he remained pliant, letting you take care of him. Thankfully you had some leftover medicine from a nasty cold you had gotten during your first month together. Chenle had nagged at you back then but he made sure to nurse you back into health, and now it was your turn.

When the medicine kicked in and his temperature started going down, you were able to make him sit up so you could get him out of his wet pajamas and put on a pair of clean, dry boxers. He groaned and half-complained the entire time but he let you do as you wanted. 

He was kinda cute, with that faint blush on his cheeks and his lips forming a pout, while he mumbled incoherent words.

Not everything was incoherent though.

“I don’t want to forget…,” he whispered as you changed the wet cloth on his forehead. 

Your movements halted for a second before you continued nursing him until he drifted back into sleep. 

“I don’t want to forget you either,” you admitted. “I’ve questioned my decision many times in the last couple of weeks. I know we fight a lot but it’s not all bad…That night when you said you would sign the papers it felt like we were finally trying to understand each other and it got me thinking that if we opened up more often, maybe we could make it work…but then I ruined it again by accusing you of something you would never do. I’m so fucking sorry, Lele. I love you, I really do, but–” you paused when you noticed a faint smile forming on his lips.

“You’re not asleep,” you deadpanned. 

He chuckled and opened one eye to look at you. “Go on, keep talking.”

“Looks like you’re feeling better,” you rolled your eyes, about to stand up but his warm hand grasped your wrist.

“It’s the first time you've said it,” he said with a weak voice, but somehow sounding relieved. “That you love me.”

You blushed and looked away. “Yeah, well. Hard to find a good time to say it when we’re always yelling at each other.”

“I love you too,” he said, as his thumb caressed your wrist. “I love you so, so much.”

“That doesn’t mean you should spend hours in the rain looking for something I lost,” you reprimanded him, with a sigh. “You hate that necklace anyway.”

“But you like it,” he said like it was so simple.

 “Idiot,” you tried to sound like you were mad, but you didn’t look very intimidating with the tears that inevitably escaped your eyes. “You got sick because of me.”

“But now I got a sexy nurse taking care of me so I think I’m the real winner,” he joked, making you snort.

He sat up slowly, ignoring the cloth that fell off his forehead and his hands cupped your cheeks. “Sorry for worrying you,” he whispered.

“Sorry for blaming you,” you sniffled.

“Sorry for yelling at you.”

“Sorry for…the wedding thing. And all the other things I’ve done to embarrass you…”

“Sorry for forcing you to stay,” he finally said, looking into your eyes sincerely and with sorrow.

“Sorry for using you,” you sobbed, addressing your behavior before you became official.

His lower lip trembled and he pulled you into a hug. “Don’t forget me,” he begged. “Give us one more chance…”

You nodded, clinging to him and wetting his neck with your tears. “We can try.”

He slowly pulled away, holding you by your shoulders to look at your face. “Wait, really?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded again. 

Chenle was about to speak again when he noticed something he hadn’t seen before. His eyes went from your face to your body. “Is that my hoodie?” he asked.

Oh.

You had hastily put on whatever hoodie you found on top of your pajamas when you had tried to go out to find him, and then you had absentmindedly gone to bed without taking it off. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, blushing and trying to take it off.

“NO!”, he quickly said, grabbing your hands to stop you. “No, god–...keep it on…,” he murmured, wondering if he was dreaming. You had said you loved him, agreed to give the relationship another chance and you were wearing his clothes? This had to be the… “Best day of my fucking life.”

You blushed even more and tried to stutter an answer, but his lips were suddenly on yours, and, fuck it, nothing else mattered. His lips were hot and wet as he pressed them on yours for a slow but heated kiss that became nasty too fast. You were both so lost in the feeling that you didn’t have it in you to even feel embarrassed at the string of saliva that connected your mouth to his when he pulled away, looking dazed. 

In the blink of an eye, he was kissing your neck wantonly. That’s when you remembered that he was sick. 

“Lele, we can’t,” you tried to be firm but it came out as a moan. “You need to rest.”

“I’m fine,” he assured you, weakly trying to pull your body closer but whining when his strength failed him.

“Lele,” you insisted. “When you feel better, okay?”

He groaned. “This will make me feel better. Please, you can’t wear my hoodie and not expect me to get super hard.”

You looked down and gulped. He was indeed hard and leaking through the thin material of his boxers. 

He once again tried to bring you closer but he was weak and agitated, but he felt like he could cry because of how badly he needed you. “Please,” he repeated.

You pushed him back so he was lying on his back again and he whined pathetically at what he thought was a rejection, but that whine turned into a shaky moan when you straddled him and sat on his crotch. A shiver ran down his spine and his cock twitched under you. He looked at you with wide expectant eyes, which rolled back in bliss when you rocked back and forth slowly.

“F-fuuuuck,” he sobbed, placing his hands on your thighs. “I love you, I love you–Oh!”

You bit back a whimper. You had never seen Chenle this needy and it was doing things to you.

“I love you too,” you replied and he moaned. Like it was the nastiest dirty talk he had ever heard.

“Wanna…b-be inside you…,” he whispered, looking desperate. “Please.”

You kissed him on the lips sweetly before getting off him to take off his boxers and your clothes. He let out a distressed sound when you tried to take off the hoodie once again and you understood that he wanted to fuck you while you wore his clothes.

You slowly lowered your body and felt him entering you, stretching you delightfully. He trembled and groaned, lying down pliantly, and letting you be in charge. The fever was making his body incredibly responsive to your every touch, everything felt too hot, and the fact that he also felt incredibly happy was making his cock jerk excitedly.

“Stop,” he suddenly gasped and you froze, thinking that this had been a bad idea after all, but he quickly explained what the problem was. “I’m so close I–...I d-don’t know why I’m so sensitive, but I…,” he gulped. “If you d-don’t stop I’ll…uh…inside–”

You bounced on his cock unexpectedly, making him release a broken moan. 

“Then do it,” you said. “Cum inside.”

His mouth dropped open and his stomach spasmed. He quite literally forced himself not to come at your words.

He had only come inside of you months ago when he mated and marked you. You had gone to get the morning-after pill right after and you had had quite a big argument about how it would be a terrible idea to have a child in your toxic relationship. His wolf instinct wasn’t happy about it, but he had agreed not to cum inside of you again and he had kept his promise, always pulling out before you two made the mistake of making an innocent baby miserable.

“Y/N,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you sure?”

You resumed your pace, fucking yourself on his cock slow but sensually, and making him tremble with pleasure.

“I’m sure,” you purred.

“Y-you…Mmh–ah…,” he moaned weakly, watching you fuck yourself on his cock with lidded eyes. “Could get p-pregnant–”

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moaned.

Chenle saw white. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open in a silent scream as he shot a gush of his seed into you…and then another, as the endless pleasure made him shake from head to toe and sob.

If he was sensitive before, now he was in heaven. The implications of your words were very clear: you were staying with him.

He breathed agitatedly as he tried to come down from his high, which seemed to never end. Weirdly so, he felt like the room was getting hotter and hotter, and he was still very hard.

Oh. Oh right. It was that time already.

“Y/N,” he called your name, with his voice still trembling.

“Yeah?” you asked, caressing his chest and looking at him lovingly, satisfied despite not reaching your orgasm.

“Y/N, my rut,” he breathed out.

“Your–,” you gasped when you finally noticed that he was still hard–maybe even harder– inside of you. “Now?!”

You don’t know how he suddenly gained all his strength back, but you didn’t have time to question it when he suddenly had you on your back with him hovering over you.

“Now,” he confirmed, giving you a hard thrust that made you both moan.

He built up a steady pace immediately. He had your permission to breed you so he was going to do just that. As many times as possible.

The sight of you on your back, wearing his clothes and opening your legs so willingly for him to fill you up, looking at him with so much love was driving him crazy. It felt so different this time. It would be different.

“I love you,” he moaned urgently.

“I…uh, lo-ah, ah!” you tried to say between his sharp thrusts. “Love…y-you–ah, ah–Ah!”

“My p-pretty princess,” he murmured, mesmerized. He squeezed your clothed breasts, your waist, your soft thighs. “Want daddy to breed you?”

“Y-yeah,” you moaned, pulling the hoodie up a little, only enough to show him how deep he was hitting. “Daddy, here–”

A choked moan left his lips when he saw the outline of his cock appear and disappear in your belly. 

“Of course, princess. Daddy will fill you up right…” he murmured, pulling out until only the tip was inside and grabbing onto your hips before he rammed into you harder than ever before. “...here.”

You tossed and turned aimlessly under him when he started pounding mercilessly. He fucked you desperately but somehow you felt so adored under his loving eyes.

Feeling your climax approach, you used one of your hands to reach for your clit, but he was faster than you.

“No, no, no, princess,” he cooed gently pushing your hand away to do it himself. “That’s daddy’s toy, okay?” 

You nodded dumbly and whined when he stroked you fast from the get-go. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you ended up groping your chest clumsily, adding to the already unbearable pleasure. 

“Mmm,” he hummed in delight feeling a stronger release about to hit as he watched you being so fucked out because of him. “You love this,” he declared, amusedly. “You love me…”

You suddenly tensed and your back arched, hit by a mind-blowing orgasm that had you squirming helplessly. “Oooh….oh, fuck fuck fuck—daddy…daddy, I love y-you—”

He groaned at the way you tightened around his already sensitive cock. His movements became even more relentless as he fucked you further into madness. “Daddy loves you t-too, princess…,” he spoke hurriedly. “Loves you s-so much–gonna….gonna pump you full–Haa…so full o-of pups,” he continued reciting delirious promises as his knot started forming, catching inside of you. “Shit– Y/N…y-you’re my mate, y-yeah? You’re staying…Mmmh oh, oh yeeess… you’re staying with me, right?”

“I’m–,” you gulped, dazed, still pleasure drunk. “I’m stay…staying w-with you…”

Chenle’s chest filled with pride and adoration. He was going to be the best mate for you. You would be so happy together.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck and he bit you, again, before he could stop himself. But this mark was different. It felt real. 

Because you loved him back.

You whined at the pleasurable pain of his fangs piercing your skin, and his cock pumping you full of his cum at the same time. His body spasmed for each gush of cum that jerked out of him, but even the overwhelming pleasure didn’t stop him from whispering the sweetest promises.

Sex with Chenle usually started with a fight. But sometimes it could start–and end–with a love confession.

[britany1997]

Can you write Paul x fem reader smut?

The Big Bad Wolf

Bestie SAY LESS. I’m in love w him fr. I kinda went off with this so I hope you like it. UPDATE: part 2

Paul x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT minors (and my roommate) DNI, predator x prey, blood drinking, cunnilingus, bondage, dacryphillia, overstimulation, Paul being a hottie w a big nose I think that’s it?

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You ran through the woods as quickly and quietly as you could. Paul had suggested you play a game he had thought of for your date night tonight. You had agreed without letting him explain, thinking he wanted to play strip poker or something, this was not strip poker.

You felt your energy running out so you ducked behind a tree to try and catch your breath. You breathed heavily and bent over, putting you hands on your knees. You had lost Paul awhile back so you figured you were safe. You checked your watch as it read 9:56pm, perfect. You only needed to evade Paul for four more minutes to win his sadistic little game. If you won, you got to pick the activities for the rest of the night, but if Paul won, he’d get to pick. And you had a pretty good idea what he would want to do.

You inhaled one last time before getting ready to sprint off again, when a hand clamped around your mouth and you were pulled against a toned chest. You screamed into the hand in surprise, before Paul nipped at your ear with his fangs, letting you know it was him. You cursed yourself for taking a break four minutes before you could have won, but deep down you knew you hadn’t ever really had a chance.

“Mmm be good for me baby, you know the rules, lie down.” He whispered into the shell of your ear. You pouted before laying out on the cold, forest floor. “Look so pretty for me,” he cooed, “do you taste as sweet as you look sugar?” You whimpered and shivered as he dragged his fingertips along you legs and sides. He laughed softly, “so squirmy baby, but you’re going to be a good little human and lie still for me hmm?” “Yes Paul,” you breathed, “I’ll be good I promise.” Paul grinned and kissed your stomach, “I’m sure you will honey, but why don’t you let me help you.

He tore your shirt and bra off before whipping his own belt off. “Hands,”he demanded. You obeyed holding your hands out to him as you felt yourself grow wetter at his commands. He looped his belt around your wrists and pulled tight. You whimpered a bit at the feeling. Paul pouted at you mockingly, but loosened the belt a bit anyway. He lifted up a rock and slid the tail end of the belt under it, keeping you trapped in place. You looked up at your bound wrists and pulled a bit just to see if you’d be able to get free, but it seemed the rock was too heavy, and the belt was too tight for you to move much. You knew you were completely at Paul’s mercy, and from the look on his face, he knew it too.

He smiled as he began kissing your neck. He nibbled a bit as your pulse point, causing you to let out a little whimper. He chuckled, “mm don’t worry, I won’t have dinner just yet, I want to start with dessert.” He kissed down from your neck to your breasts. He placed teasing, featherlight kisses on your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth without warning. You moaned and arched your back at the sensation, aching to run your hands through his hair, or grip his shoulders, but your hands were not budging from your restraints. Paul moaned as he sucked your nipple before switching to the other.

After awhile he began to kiss down your sternum and stomach, sucking hickeys into your skin all along his path, before slowly making it down to where you wanted him most. Paul unbuttoned your shorts and slipped them off of you. He stuck his fingers under the elastic of your panties and snapped it, causing you to let out a little yelp. “Keep making those sounds for me little bunny, I like it when you squeal,” he said before pressing his lips to your clothed clit. You gasped as he squeezed your clit through your panties.

He chuckled and pulled them off, groaning as he revealed your glistening pussy. You squirmed as he let a finger drag through your soaked folds before bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean. “All that for me bunny?” He asked. “Anyone else get you all wet like that?” “No Paulie,” you replied, “just you.” “Mmm that’s right,” he said while slipping one of your legs over his shoulder. “Now lay real still honey I’m starving,” with that he slipped your other leg over his shoulder and started to kiss and nip all along your thighs.

He started pressing featherlight kisses all around your lips and clit, making you ache for more. You whined and bucked your hips up to try and get more friction, but he gripped them and held them in place. He shook his head and sighed pulling away from your soaked cunt. “Thought you were gonna be good bunny,” He scolded. You whined, he was being mean. “I will Paul but pleaseee stop teasing.” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you pouted. “Be patient sweetheart,” he said, “I always take care of you don’t I?” He began kissing all around your clit again before dragging his tongue up your slit, making you cry out in pleasure.

He lapped at you, his nose pressing against your clit, making you moan and shake with pleasure. He kissed and licked around your clit before finally sucking it into his mouth, making you gasp in pleasure. He sucked lightly, holding your clit in his mouth while drawing little circles on it with his tongue. You arched your back and cried out as Paul expertly ate you out.

Pressure built within your lower belly and you strained to look up at Paul. “Please Paul can I cum please?” You asked. “Sure baby,” he spoke into you, “cum for me.” You came undone on his tongue, writing and moaning. Your orgasm was euphoric, but as you were coming down from your high, you realized Paul was still going.

“Paullll,” you cried, “what are you doing?” You asked as you squirmed. He giggled, “I’m still hungry baby, now stop moving.” You whimpered and whined as you writhed in his grip. He squeezed your thigh, “thought I told you to stay still,” he said in a mocking tone. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he overstimulated you. Before you knew it, you were cumming on his tongue for a second time, tears streaming down your face.

While you were coming down from your second orgasm, Paul kissed your clit one last time before trailing kisses down to the meat of your thighs. Without warning, he bit into your thigh and started to drink from you. You screamed his name and arched your back as he drank your blood.

After he was satisfied, he pulled back and looked down at your exhausted form, laid out with your thighs smeared with blood and cum. He smiled at you and licked your legs as you flinched. “You’re delicious bunny,” he told you, “we’ll have to play this again sometime.” You rolled your eyes, “yeah,” you said, “assuming I can walk again after this.” He laughed, pulling the belt from under the rock but leaving your hands restrained. He tossed you over his shoulder, picking up your clothes from the ground with his other hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked him confused. “Oh,” he said, “did you think I was done with you? I could go all night baby” You whimpered in anticipation at his words, feeling your pussy clench. Morning was a longgg way away.

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Hope you enjoyed this! Writing smut is pretty new to me. Big s/o to @misslavenderlady (a truly phenomenal writer of smut among other things) for pre-reading this and Use Your Words for me!!!

Also yes, the Paul who takes his goldfish on fun adventures is the same guy who would eat you out in the forest. Ah the duality of man.

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[tasteleeknow]

i can’t stop thinking about hyunjin fucking you from the back slowly while massaging you and just treating you like a princess

i was imagining aotm hyunjin as i wrote this. i’m sorry.

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut [18+ only]. content: warnings below cut. word count: 1.2k

afab!reader. possessive behaviour. jealousy. dirty talk. pet names. unprotected intercourse.

He flips a switch as soon as you’re alone. You saw who he was to everyone else, how he treated them. No one would believe you if you tried to explain who he was with you—how gentle he was, both with his words and his touch. You help him loosen his tie as he pulls his jacket and vest off. 

“How was your day?” he asks, quickly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. 

“I missed you.” 

“Mm? I would spend all day with you if I could.” 

“I know.” You push his shirt over his shoulders, exposing the white scars littering his torso. “You’re busy.” 

He backs you up towards the bed, one hand on your lower back, the other holding your head—keeping you looking directly at him. “Wish I could take you with me…pull you onto my lap whenever I’m in a meeting… make them jealous,” he mutters. 

Your legs hit the edge of the mattress. “Jealous?” you question.

“Mm, my pretty baby. You know they wish you were theirs,” he says, lowering you back onto the bed. He hovers over you, pulling your nightgown over your head for you. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?” 

You nod, watching his eyes trail over your bare skin. He stands, unbuckling his belt and stripping himself of the rest of his clothes. “Move up the bed for me,” he instructs. You’re quick to obey, crawling up the bed to settle yourself against the pillows. He watches you from where he stands, hand moving to stroke himself. “Show me,” he says. 

You take a shaky breath and then let your legs fall open, watching as his eyes drop to your cunt. His lips part, eyes darkening as he strokes himself to the sight of you. “Good girl,” he mutters. He was always patient when he visited you, practically torturing himself as he edged for hours. He was so used to it, pain. He’d spent years building a tolerance to all forms of it. 

“Hyunjin?” 

He hums, keeping his eyes fixed between your legs—long fingers still working over himself slowly. “Can I have a kiss?” you ask. He looks up, dropping to the bed and crawling over to you. He stops between your legs, lowering his head until his breath tickles you. 

“Here?” he breathes against your cunt, your hips jolting a little off the bed. 

“N-No.” 

“No?” he asks, lifting his head to look up at you. “I can’t kiss your little pussy?” 

“Want to kiss you first.” 

He’d told you when he’d first fucked you that you’d have to be okay with it; that he wasn’t the type to kiss and make love. It had taken months for him to kiss you the first time, attaching his mouth to yours just before he came—taking you completely off guard. He hadn’t said anything about it, his rule apparently forgotten. He kissed you everytime after that. 

He slips his hand behind your head, lifting you slightly as he presses his soft lips to yours. You hum into his mouth, still grateful he made an exception for you. When he pulls away he looks down at you for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes. It makes you feel a little exposed, the hand at the back of your head keeping you from turning away. He presses one more kiss to your forehead then sits back on his heels. 

“On your stomach,” he says. You roll over, pulling a pillow down to rest your head on—arms tucked under. “Lift your hips,” he instructs, hands smoothing down either side of your waist as you pull yourself up onto your knees—offering yourself up to him. His hands run down over your ass to rest on the inside of your thighs—pushing your legs apart a little further. 

You hold your breath, waiting for him to say something as he spreads your folds with his thumbs. He doesn’t, quiet behind you as one of his fingers gently presses against your entrance. You put all your concentration into staying still for him. He would always praise you when you managed to stay still while he inspected you. 

Your breathing is shaky and stuttered as he massages the wetness leaking from your cunt to your clit and when you jolt, attempting to squeeze your thighs together—it feels completely out of your control. He pushes you down onto the mattress, lowering himself over you—breath tickling the skin behind your ear. “Prettiest fucking cunt,” he mutters, hand guiding your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

When you feel him nudge your entrance with the tip of his cock, an embarrassing moan slips from your mouth. “You want me, princess? Hm?” he murmurs against your lips, then he sits back—hand pressed to your lower back as he sheathes himself inside you. “Yeah?” he prompts, voice a little croaky. 

“Want you. Th-Thank you.” 

He hums, his hand smoothing up your spine—hips still as you savour the stretch of his cock buried deep. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you? Pulsing, little cunt sucks me nice and deep every time…” he mutters, working a knot from your muscles in your upper back. “Would you let me fuck you like this in front of the boys? Let me show you off…” One of his hands trails up to your shoulder, pulling a satisfied groan from you as he works his strong fingers into the muscle. “They’re so jealous of me, baby. I see it in their eyes everytime I leave to come see you. They wish it was their cocks buried inside you, feeling this pretty little pussy wrapped around them.” 

You pull your hand from where you’re gripping the pillow. “Please,” you whine, reaching blindly behind you. He takes your hand, pressing it to the bed as he falls over you again. 

“What is it, princess? What do you need?” 

“Move, please move.” 

He huffs out a breathy laugh, pulling his hips back slightly just to push back into you again. “You want me to move? You sure?”

You nod quickly. “Sure.” 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder then sits back again, his hands on your hips the only warning you get before he pulls out to the tip and fucks back into you. He liked it like this, slow and deep. He would work himself up the edge, then pull out—cooling off as he worked you up to your own high. Then, he’d go again. Sometimes it was four times, sometimes only twice. But he could never help himself from dragging it out. You hear it when he’s reaching his end, a low grown escaping his throat as he pulls himself from you. “Hips,” he pants out, a command you know well. 

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[sseen11]

AkiXreader!! word count: 2k.392 warning: (NSFW)smut 18+

a/n; I- he is so fine I just had to

Aki's fingers gently left the black Jacket, then slaying it after his shoulder and leaving it abandoned on the table near by the door of his room.

"Aki sir!" His shoulders stiffend, blades at guard before recognizing your voice and calming down internally.

Aki smiles. "You don't have to call me that anymore."

You hop in front of him, hands clasped behind your back and skin covered with a light sleep gown. Head leaning upwards, you grin up at his form.

"I like the way it sounds." You say, honestly. It did, it matched him, all office and heavy work on load shoulders. 

He left it at that, eyes dropping a bit in exhaustion as he worked with the belt below his waist, few noises of fidgeting with metal heard in the dark quiet room. Your eyes shifted there, darkening. 

"You look tired." You state, almost bitting your lip.

He nods "It was busy." His hands rise up to hang his belt on one of the hangers against the wall. He also shucks out his cig packet, letting them rest on the table. 

You notice the tension in his body, muscles shifting now and then, seen from the thin white shirt over his chest. You creep towards him, standing right in front. His eyes narrow. Your arms raises, placed softly on his chest and running up to take the head of his tie. You loosen it, wriggling it left and right to smoothly slide it wide enough, circling it out of his head.

Aki's breath shakes, stilling for a moment before inhaling again. You bite your lip. His eyes watch you and this time, he slumps down with a sharp breath, head coming to rest on your shoulder. You freeze a second then hold his arms. 

Aki's eyes drop fully, letting you unbutton the top button on his shirt, going lower and then with heavy trouble hauling it off him. His heart skips. You trial the tip of your fingers around his neck, brushing along his hair. Chuckling, you let out his hair, flinging the hairband somewhere near and immediately tangling your hands in his hair. A little too silky and soft.

"Hey. . .Um" you hesitate. "Can we?" 

Your whisper makes him swallow, though he hums, the sound vibrating over your neck to run a chill down your spine. With your palm around his head, you lean it back up to met his lips with your own. 

As most, it's smoke and ashes that you taste at first, fading away to leave your tongue with his saliva. Not the best, but you have gotten used to it and it wasn't surprising. Very unhealthy but he just wouldn't stop. 

Your mouth moves furiously while aki's lips lazily try to move with yours. The connection slips, lips clumsy and mouth panting on the others face. It grew louder with each skate of your fingers on his chest, running up and down. 

It was finally for sake that he placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to walk backwards towards the bed. You moan. His lips center around yours. Head falling on the mattress, you first fiddle with your own gown, aki hovering over you as you do so. Warmth creeps up your neck. 

"Here." He says, reaching behind your supported form to unzip the zipper and making it easier to let it out. 

You flash him a smile, pecking his lips and going in again for a Kiss, letting your tongue explore his insides and clash with his own. His tongue pushes down own yours, not even trying but somehow able to take control and flip the situation. He moans. You touch him some more, matching the speed of every drag of his tongue.

Aki's own hands wander down your waist, rubbing the bare skin there and eventually going lower to dig his fingers on your hips. You are already hot within, stomach burning with a flamming fire. 

He keeps kissing you, on the mouth, face, neck, down your collabone and as much as that makes you arc, you are desperate for his heat inside you. 

"Can we-" you are breathing heavily. "Can you please just,-" you stop yourself with a Moan. 

"Yeayea." Aki's breathing trembles whilst he leaned forward to kiss you again before kneeling on either side of your thighs. You were already bare. That was easy. All he had to do was unzip his own pants and go inside you. It was troublesome though, muscles tired but cock desperate. With great bothersome, he is leaning over you again, mouth open and layed on the side of your throat. He licks, bites, gently at first to get you worked up. You already are, helping him line up with you but it ends with a fierce grind of his cock on your bare clit. 

It makes you gasp out a whimper, fingers eagerly going around his shoulders. "Aki sir, please." You beg him. You are not sure to what. You want him to shove himself in you but it's impossible with each roll of your hips impulsively rubbing on his length. 

Aki's head spins, fog taking over that your voice is a million distance apart for a hot moment and he is back in your arms throughout each lift of your hips. 

Then suddenly, when he is supporting himself to get ready, your entrance meets the tip of his cock in a aimless rub. 

"Y/n." He groans out your name, right by your near and making a knot tighten in your gut. And you are moving inside him as he twitches, wanting to feel every drag of his cock around your walls.

Aki's bottom lip Is between his teeth, head buried on the crook of your neck. You were letting out random babbles, shifting underneath him to fast for him to catch on. His muscles for surely broke the tight held strain, letting you do the lead. 

Your attention diverts to his mouth on you, legs failing underneath his thighs. Peering at his flushed face once, though it's covered half way due to his medium length hair. The slight light from outside brings the blue highlights in the color, almost majestic along with his eyes when his head raises and eyes opening to kiss you on the forehead. You can't help but smile, feeling warm inside for two clear reasons. 

It's only when he hisses as you start to clench around him when his shaft struggles inside you. It makes you whine low in your throat, chest heaving up and down quite rapidly. 

Aki leaned back to get a hold of your knees, spreading them apart more and having more access to you. The movement makes you grunt, head pressing hard on the sheets underneath you. He pulls out. You whimper. His palm rubs your stomach, soothing the overloaded tightening. You can't help but wrinkle the bed sheets under you more, sometimes gripping and other time scratching, Aki apparently too lean back for you to hold him tight.

This time, he thrusts into you a little rougher, the gentleness a long last fairytale. It makes you lay on the edge of your burning coil though it makes him moan loudly with heavy breaths following behind. You are no different, your hips lift to meet him in a deeper state, back arching with each time you tighten in pain and pleasure. 

With the way you are reacting, Aki is concerned, not surprised but still worried. You are aware of him holding back, not giving you all of him and every time you are trying to wrap him around your cunt, he hitches back the slightest at your desperate attempts. 

You cry out breathlessly, eyes barely open but enough to give him a pleading look. 

"Please." You try, one hand reaching down your stomach to rub at your own clit. It's not enough, doesn't feel as good as when he does. 

"More more, please- just-," you whine out, trying to gather heat inside you but you are annoyed and frustrated, can't help but just beg for a hard shove of his dick inside you. The more you touch yourself, it makes you sexually exhausted, sweat rolling down your forehead and on the sheets under your back.

Aki's cock twitches at your craving but his brows frown but he helps you by reaching a hand under where yours is, replacing your thumb and rubbing it back and forth on your clit. Finally. You moan, a trembling cry jerking out of you. 

"Yes, yes-," you cut yourself with a groan. "Faster. Faster." You urge him on, hands and hips not sure what to do, they are in there control, reacting to every touch on you from him. 

As much as it makes Aki moan quietly, He frowns though accepting your request and applying pressure, going faster and touching just the right way on your clit and folds. 

"I don't want to hurt you." He says, watching you struggle against the over sensation. It makes his hand almost reach to rub on his cock. 

You are barely understanding his words, mind blanked and your heartbeat heard clearly in your ear, replacing the loud breaths from before. But his still too gentle hands is not helping you and your thighs rub together around his hands impulsively. He grips them again, tighter than before and something about him handling you makes you moan, eyes rolling back. 

You respond with a loud whimper. "Can you cum inside me?" You ask instead, letting your mouth run on its own. And just in case, "please, I want you to cum inside me like before. Please please." 

It breaks him, your wants not helping his situation and This time, Aki can't help but rub a palm down his cock, teasing the tip and pumping himself once before leaning down and stop your open mouth. His lips closes over you, moving in a circling motion, your body replying with a pleased moan at each sync.  

You are rubbing on him again, apparently you are very sensitive because it makes you break apart from him and struggle to catch your breath. 

Fucking finally, Aki thrusts in you once more, a start but enough to make you almost scream in over pleasure. You are letting out praises on how you feel, making him blush. He does it again, and once more. You choke on a sob. His hands are spreading your legs as far, the chill air spraying between your legs not helping your delicately desperate state. 

Aki moans, light sweet sound, his head coming down to muffle his sounds in your mouth. That was a mess. Both your teeth clash, tongue barely holding up to brush it against the other. You are panting in his mouth and he is panting in yours. Your movement makes his cock slip now and then, the drag on your wall and drag on more of his prominent veins making you bubble out a half scream and half cry. He cries out your name, barely able to hold down your hips. 

You are getting the best of him and when you wind your arm around his neck to hold something, it breaks his composure, hips snapping in a flash on you, so suddenly you jolt underneath him, the back of your foot dragging on the sheets. Your cunt wraps tightly around his length, taking all of him with pleasured whines. It feels so great, to have him stuff you full and it's so blissful that you are cumming around him, covering his cock in your slick.

Aki groans at the heat, now more warm and slipper inside you, your hips shift. He grunts, whispering your name in your ear over and over. It doesn't make things easier to calm down your desire. 

"Good good. You are so good-" he gasps softly. Your clench at the praise, feeling so good everywhere. You are left sweating with pleading moans. 

You almost scream when he pulls out, leaning back to get a break. Your fingers are clawing on the sheets, eventually slowing down in tiresome. Your legs fail beside him. Though your hands reach down to pleasure your left desire, it meets with with his cock. Doesn't matter, your grip it tight, control slipping out. Your eyes are closed shut as you squeeze his cock. 

Aki's eyes widen, hand coming on his mouth to clasp the loud sounds escaping his mouth. It comes in a deep groan, eyes rolling back. You pump in his achingly hard dick. His shoulders drop in sensation, fingers twitching. 

Your fingers hardly press on his tip. Your palm trace on the odd texture. Before long, Aki is coming in your hand wrapped around him. The substance is blocked from going everywhere because of your hand. You and him moan at once. The hot cool liquid covers yours entire palm, hand deciding to rub his bare cock with it. It feels so good having it in your hands, holding it securely in you. 

Aki's mind is blowing, not sure where to focus but your touch feels so wonderful on his cock that his hair are sticking to his face, feeling so hot all over. When your hands slips from his shaft in tiresome, you leave it at that. The both of you are breathing heavily to catch their breath. Aki recovers first, leaning down to lay on your side, still breathing just a bit unevenly. 

His hot breath fans on your skin. You are left whining at the frustration and sweatiness you feel, face scrunched up in pure annoyance. 

After what definitely seemed a while, Aki leans on his elbow, getting hold of your slicked hand on your stomach. He smiles softly. "Let's get you cleaned up." You look at him, a little lower and the slicked hand comes down to brush against his also slicked cock. "We." You correct him, lazily passing him a grin. 

He inhaled a sharp breath, blue crystals playing at amusement and mouth playing at a sigh. 

You laugh at him, hugging his front in a affectionate touch. Your heart flutters.

Aki is frozen for the shortest second before relaxing in your arms and humming a pleased sound. He can't help but let his heart melt after skipping a beat. It warms him inside, making him happier than the events that took place.

[mothdruid]

ABBY!!! a huge congratulations on 3k and a massive and wonderful happy birthday my love!!!! 💗💖💘

for your celly please!! from the smut prompts, “i want it to hurt.” & “more-” with rhett please!! omg 😵‍💫

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, SEB. BUT HERE IT FINALLY IS! AND YES, THIS DOES MEAN I'M WORKING ON MY REQUESTS FROM MY BIRTHDAY EVENT

pairing.

Rhett Abott x afab!reader

warnings.

this is an 18+ work, so minors buzz off. smut, swearing, spanking with a leather belt, slight sub space, penetrative sex.

Rhett hadn't been too sure about it.

Spanking wasn't out of the question in your relationship, he did it quite often. Anytime he caught you in the kitchen, hands deep in dish water, he would sneak up and give your ass a big smack. A few spanks while you were on top, riding him better than how he rode most bulls. Or better yet when you were face down on the mattress, bright red hand prints on your ass, his cock diving deep into your cunt.

But this? This was different.

His hand clenched around the leather belt in his hand. You were bent over in front of him, hips resting against the arm of the couch. Rhett reached out to grab your ass, grabbing the fabric of your short skirt at the same time. Your flesh and skirt bunched together under his touch. A soft sigh met his ears. He looked up to see you looking back.

"Rhett, it's okay," your soft voice said.

There was still a hesitation inside of him. He had seen this kind of stuff in porn before, never putting it into practice. He normally turned it off when it got to be a bit too much.

"I don't want to hurt you," his voice was sincere and full of concern.

You reached back, grabbing his hand from your ass and into your own. Your fingers laced between his, thumb rubbing softly on his skin.

"I want it to hurt."

His cock throbbed at your words. A groan passed his lips as he nodded. His loosened his fingers from yours, motioning for you to turn back around. The leather became tense against the palm of his hand again. A deep breath filled his lungs, "Color?"

"Green," you said clearly.

A loud crack filled the room, leather connecting to the skin of your ass. Pain rippled through your body, a moan passing your lips from it. Your thighs clenched together, nails digging small crescents into your hands now.

There was a pause for a moment. Rhett was watching your reaction, listening to your soft breaths. A mark had already started to blossom across your ass. Rhett noticed your back arching, pushing your ass back.

"More-"

The pain was blurring along the line of pleasure. Another crack, another moan. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each hit. Silently you kept track, eventually ending with six.

"Fuck," Rhett groaned, his free hand moving to rub the front of his jeans.

"Rhett, please," you practically sobbed the plea.

"I got you, baby, don't worry." One of Rhett's hands soothed over your ass. He was gentle not to grab the pained fleshed to rough.

The sound of the belt hitting the floor filled your ears. You looked back to see Rhett unbuttoning his pants with one hand. Rhett groaned when he finally got himself out of his jeans and boxer, stroking lightly. You wiggled under his touch, silently begging for more. Rhett lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

The stretch was a fantastic, filling you to the brim as he eventually bottomed out. You moaned when his hips met your ass, pushing perfectly against your sore cheeks. He leaned over your body, putting his weight on you. He started thrusting slowly, his hips connecting with your ass every time.

Pleasure rippled through your body with each thrust. The pain in your ass cheeks was only adding to the pleasure. The way his body was covering yours, chest pressed to your back, hips smashing into your ass. It was becoming too much.

Without warning Rhett snaked an arm around your midsection, pulling you up right. Your ass was completely flush against his hips now, cock filling you to the brim. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear.

"God, you love this don't you? Love when I do whatever?" Rhett's voice was low and full of gravel.

Words had grown rather difficult since your escapade had started. Nodding was all you could muster up, but that wasn't good enough for him.

"Gotta use your words, sweet pea." Rhett rasped.

"Ye-yes."

"Good," Rhett rutted up into you, "want me to cover your pretty ass with my cum?"

"Please."

Rhett pushed you back towards the couch, bending you over the arm once more. His thrusts became rougher, hitting your ass with force. Skin on skin filled the sound around you two, grunts and moans coming from you two every now and then.

One especially hard thrust had you clench, the head of his cock nailing that spot inside of you. Rhett noticed this, continuing to deliver hard cunt clenching strokes. When you climax hit you Rhett gave you two more hard thrusts, pulling out to coat your ass.

Rhett groaned as he stroked himself. Seeing his cum cover the marks he made with his belt earlier was provoking him. His hand not stopping until the sensitivity became too much.

The two of you stayed there for a while. Rhett had leaned over you, making sure to keep his weight off of you. His face was resting against a shoulder blade, listening to your breaths. Your mind felt scrambled from it all. It was what you wanted, but you hadn't expected this much of an affect.

"Sweet pea?" Rhett asked.

"Hmm?" You answered.

"How does a bath sound?" He lifted himself off you.

You turned around a little, seeing his fucked out look. His hair was a mess, even though you hadn't even touched it. Your eyelids fluttered, "A bath sounds fantastic."

[finniestoncrane]

Soothed

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 500 commission: eddie getting some wonderful soft love and being told he's a good boy 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mommy!kink

You could feel your stomach turning as Eddie paced in front of you, the motion sickness swelling as you watched his constant movement. It couldn’t have been good for him either. What he needed was to stop. Stop working, stop thinking, stop worrying, stop panicking, stop moving. Just stop. So you spoke again, louder and firmer this time.

“Eddie! Sit. Down.”

Throwing his arms up in the air, in a way so comically you had to suppress a smile, he huffed before stomping over to stand in front of you.

“I’m a grown man. I’m a genius! I don’t need you to tell me what to do or how to fix my problems.”

“And yet, you have come over here.”

“I haven’t sat down though.”

With a vicious grin he stormed off again, stopping at his workbench to look over the technical plans he had scattered about, knuckles in a white grip at the edges of the surface as he leaned his entire weight on it. You watched him closely, waiting for him to have an epiphany, or another outburst, but instead his back slowly hitched, trembling as the soft sniffling sounds reached you over the hum of electricity.

“Oh, Eddie…”

You made your way over to him, thrusting your arms around his front and resting them on his stomach, kissing at his neck as his body twitched with each sob.

“I’m crying because I’m angry… not because I’m sad.”

“I know.”

“It’s difficult to know how to release that emotion that doesn’t involve me killing something.”

“I know.”

“And since you’re so against that method, I - ”

“I know, Eddie. I know.”

He leaned back into you, wiping his nose and cheeks on his forearm. You rested yourself on the stool behind you, taking his weight mostly in your lap as he balanced himself on the floor.

“You’re so good, Eddie. You don’t deserve to feel this way.”

“I really don’t.”

“And I am so proud of you for withholding some of your more… murderous tendencies for me.”

“You should be. It is a valiant effort.”

You removed one arm from the cuddle temporarily to shift the arm of his shirt down past his shoulder. Securing him against you once more, you let soft kisses trail from his neck to his shoulder and back again as you spoke.

“But, you know what always makes you feel better…”

“Hmm…”

You could feel him loosening up, the tension melting away at the mere suggestion of what you knew would get him in a better mood. And he was quick to get to the point, as he began loosening his belts, unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down for you, thankful that he didn’t wear any underwear most of the time.

“Good boy, Eddie. You’re such a good boy.”

Snaking your hand down his abdomen, you gripped his cock firmly at the base, palm resting against the rough hair that covered him. As you began to stroke his length, you felt his body shifting against you, breath hitching in silent pleasure as he softened at your praise and warm touch.

“I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished so far, and you’ll only do more, do better, yeah?”

“Mhm…”

“You’ll get past this little brain block, and you’ll solve your problem, right?”

“Mmm…”

“You’re a clever boy, aren’t you, Eddie?”

“Yes, mommy.”

You stroked faster, keeping up the kisses and praise as he whimpered softly against you. Typically, a tantrum could always be resolved with some physical pleasure and intense, adoring praise. And you were more than happy for the opportunity to stroke his ego while you stroked his cock.

[kuroovore]

backseat

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1 k

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

content warnings: dom!kuroo, sub!reader, car sex, slight degradation

his grip on your thigh hasn't loosened in the slightest since the both of you quickly left the restaurant. you had been enjoying a night out with your friends, when kuroo had suddenly decided to start teasing you under the table and then decided to pull you out of the restaurant, saying barely a word to your friends before dragging you away.

"kuroo slow down, your going way too fast." you beg, your eyes watching as the speedometer crept higher and higher.

"gotta get you home baby. can't wait any longer." he responded.

“kuroo please slow down, we don’t have to wait, just pull over.”

“pull over? as much as i want to, i can’t fuck you properly in the car, baby.” he said giving you a wink.

“well i wanna try it. i’ll do all the work.”

he then pulls the car over on the side of the road and turns off the headlights before climbing into the backseat, his legs spread and arms resting on the top of the backseats. he holds out his hand and you grab it, climbing over the console before making yourself comfortable on his lap, his hands giving your hips a squeeze.

"you'll do all the work, huh? lets see it then."

you stare at him with big eyes, taking in his ever so serious expression and grip the hem of your dress, raising yourself onto your knees, and pulling it over you're head. kuroo stares at you, biting his bottom lip as he stares at your bare chest, the only pice of clothing left covering you being your panties.

you reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, staring his toned abdomen as it becomes more visible. you reach the last button and move your hands down to quickly unbuckle is belt. once you toss his belt behind you somewhere on the floorboard, kuroo reaches down to unbutton his pants, and raises himself off the seat to pull both his pants and boxers down.

he gripped his cock in his hand, giving himself a few slow tugs before you grab it and run your thumb along his tip. you reach one hand down to pull your panties to the side and place his cock at your entrance before slowly sliding down onto him.

you move your hands to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright as you slowly grind your hips into his, eventually moving yourself up and down once you got used to his size. you moan as you find a rhythm that you think feels good and you look at kuroo who is staring at the place where the two of you are connected, licking his lips.

as more time passes, you feel your legs start to burn and you get tired of moving so much. kuroo feels your movements slow and moves his eyes to look at your worn out face, before you rest your head in the crook of his neck, whining as you try to keep moving.

"kuroo, please." you whine into his neck.

"keep going."

"please, kuroo 'm so tired. wanna cum so bad, please help"

kuroo sighed before moving his hands from the backs of the seats, resting one on your hip and putting his other hand on the side of your neck as you sat up.

"baby can't do anything without me, huh?"

you moved your gaze away from his, looking down, starting to feel a little embarrassed. kuroo moved his hand from your neck to grip your jaw and move your face back up so you were looking him in the eyes.

"want me to take over?"

you lazily nodded as kuroo's eyes grew darker, a smirk forming on his face.

"course you do." he growled.

he placed both hands on your waist and slightly pulled you up before bucking his hips upwards into you. your hands quickly move to his shoulders, one of your arms wrapping around his neck so you could hold yourself up.

your moans and whines grew louder and louder as kuroo continuously rammed into you while he groaned into your neck. he reached up to grab one of your shoulders and pull you back so he could see your face.

"look at me. don't look away or i'll stop, got it?" he said

you whined while nodding your head, words unable to leave your mouth as you felt your face get hot. kuroo chuckled while his eyes scanned all over your face.

"look at you, baby. so fucked out, huh? i thought you were gonna do all the work, now look at us. can't do any of this by yourself, can you? god, you must really love me fucking the shit out of you."

you let your head fall, unable to keep looking into kuroo's eyes. he was so right, but you didn't want to admit it right now and you were getting so tired.

"i said look at me. you want me to stop?"

"no" you mumbled.

"hmm? why not, baby? tell me."

"feels so good. please don't stop, please"

"yea, it does, huh?" he chuckled, smiling at you as your eyes threatened to close.

"you gonna cum?"

you nodded at him, a breathy "yea" being the only thing you could get out of your mouth. your grip on his shoulders tightened as you moved to rest your head in his neck, your body giving up on you.

kuroo moved one hand to place it on the back of your head as the two of you got closer and closer to your highs, louder groans and more curses leaving kuroo's mouth.

"kuroo, i-im so close."

"yea? cum for me." he whispered in your ear.

you moaned into his skin and his grip on your waist tightened as he shot his load into you, leaning his head back to rest it on the top of the backseat.

the both of you rested just like this until kuroo helped you back into the front seat before continuing the drive home, undoubtedly thinking about how he was going to get you to go for another round.

[jaesqueso]

Love and Leashes (m)

pairing: sub!mark x dom female!reader

summary: after a hard day at work you work hard on Mark

word count: 2,058

warnings: grinding, hand job, cunnilingus, fingering, light choking, slight altocalciphilia, some degradation, some praise, soft masochism, nipple play, unprotected sex, cream pie

a/n: I told y’all, I cannot get love and leashes out of my head so I had to do something inspired, can you tell I really really really want to dom mark? hope ya’ll enjoy ❤ (also I was supposed to post this next week but after my last fic flopped so hard I need this to boost my ego)

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Upon entering your apartment you don’t even bother removing your shoes as you drag yourself to sit on your comfortable couch, jacket and purse left forgotten on the floor. A sigh leaves your lips as you sink into the cushions tired of another day in the office. Why does your boss have to be such an asshole?

Speaking of terrible days in the office and bad bosses you hear the front door open a few minutes later where your boyfriend arrives in a similar state. You lay your head on the back of the couch watching him as he carefully picks up your jacket to place it on the rack right next to his own, followed by your purse. Even when he’s tired he still looks after your mess.

He then slowly walks to where you’re sitting, head hanging low with a pout.

“Tough day?” You ask and he just nods with a sigh. “Come here, Mark.”

You extend your hand for him to take and when he does you pull him to straddle your lap which he gladly obeys, forehead automatically falling to rest on your shoulder. You start caressing his back and slowly feel his body relax under your touch.

Eventually your hands descend to his legs, gently stroking his thighs that rest at each side of your hips. Turning your face to him he looks at you through half lidded eyes that soon close when you lean forward to kiss him.

Lips move slow, taking your time tasting each other as all the stress of the day fades away. Your hands keep exploring his clothed body from his legs up his torso making sure to run your fingers on his nipples covered only by the tin layer of his dress shirt, making him hiss into your mouth.

With a smirk your lips stay attached to his as you loosen his tie just enough to start unbuttoning his shirt. Mark lets you proceed at your own pace, heart beating faster at every move you make.

Once all open and untucked you push the shirt off his shoulders revealing his silky smooth skin that you waste no time running your hands through. Trailing down his torso you soon reach his belt that you carefully unbuckle and pull off the loops on his pants. Folding it in half you suddenly snap it against the cushion next to you making Mark almost jump in your lap with a surprised moan.

Smiling at his reaction you drop the belt moving your hands back on his body, this time on his behind descending to grope his ass that always looks so good in his dress pants. Again he moans into your lips as you squeeze his butt, not daring to break the kiss as it intensifies.

But when your hands move to the front of his pants he can no longer keep himself together as you cup his bulge. Foreheads rest against each other when you start to unzip his pants, lowering his underwear just enough to free his growing member. Wasting no time you grab his length, stroking it slowly as you watch him whimper while his head slips into your shoulder.

As you pump his member you can’t help but lean forward to kiss his neck. Mark hisses when you run your teeth through the flesh, threatening to leave a mark, that you do once your mouth reaches his shoulder. A pleasant groan escapes his lips at the love bites you’re leaving on him, eager to show them off so everybody knows he belongs to you and you only.

“Have you been a good boy, Markie?” He bites his lip slightly shaking his head. “No? Oh, what should I do with you?”

He mumbles something into your neck but you don’t understand.

“What’s that baby?” You turn your face to him.

“Punish me.” He looks at you deeply, with the most beautiful shiny puppy eyes. “Please.”

Not able to resist him you tug your hand on his hair pulling his face away from him as you halt your movements on his dick. Although he’s disappointed you stopped, his excitement comes back when you force him to his knees between your legs.

Your skirt is rolled up to you waist before your panties come off and you spread your legs in front of him. Mark licks his lips watching your arousal glisten against the lights in the room making you look so tempting.

Grabbing his tie that lingers on his naked torso you pull him closer to your core as a go head to eat you out. And eat you out he does. His lips attach to your lower ones as his tongue vigorously circles your clit like he’s licking his favorite popsicle, his moans sending vibrations through all your body.

With innocent eyes he looks up at you and you almost cum on the spot, but he needs to work harder for it so you lean your head back as your free hand laces through his hair. The other one still holds the tie, pulling on it from time to time making him whimper against your core.

As the pleasure increases and the fire inside you grows, you start to feel the tip of a finger timidly tapping at your needy hole while his eyes beg you to let him in. Biting your lip you give him a small nod and not one but two digits easily slide in all the way up to that sweet spot of yours.

Those fingers pump in and out of you consistently hitting your g spot that he knows so well and you can tell he’s keen on having you cum all over his face soon. And as much as you try to hold it there’s only so much you can endure when his digits stay inside you curling in to press your inner walls just the right way to make you see stars.

Not long after you can’t help close your thighs trapping Mark’s head in between as your orgasm finally hits you long and hard. Your body shakes as you drag a moan through your lips, letting him know what a good job he did. But you coming off your high and slowly releasing the pressure on his head is not enough of a reason to make him stop licking your clit like there was no tomorrow.

The overstimulation was getting too much to handle so you slightly push him away placing your foot, that was still covered by your red vinyl pumps, on his shoulder. His eyes close with a whimper from your heel pressing on his skin inflicting such a pleasing amount of pain.

You keep digging your heel on his shoulder until he slowly lays down on the carpet. Looking down with a smirk you watch his throbbing dick resting against his stomach, begging to be touched.

Painfully slowly you unbutton your blouse revealing a delicate black lace bra that leaves little to the imagination and Mark drools at the sight. You get up and stand above him, feet on each side of his torso, pussy in display with his eyes glued to it watching traces of your arousal roll down your thighs.

Chuckling you lift your heel and with the tip push his chin forward, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“Eyes up here naughty boy.” You smirk. “Didn’t you have enough of this pussy just now?”

His head shakes.

“You want more baby boy?” Mark gulps at the pet name but vigorously nods. “What a desperate needy boy we have here.”

Sliding your shoe to the side of his face you push his head to the floor applying pressure on his cheek as his mouth lets out a muffled moan.

“You’re just a slut for this cunt aren’t you?” Again he nods but this time you want more so you press your foot harder. “Say it.”

“I’m a slut for your cunt!” Heat rises to his cheeks as he closes his eyes almost screaming the sentence.

“That’s my good pup.” You finally remove your shoe from his face placing it back on the floor next to his body.

Slowly you get down on your knees, straddling his waist as his hard dick stays ignored behind you. His muscles tense up as you run your hands through his chest feeling his heart beat fast under your touch. Your fingers then circle his already erect nipples before you brush your nails over them.

The whimpers that leave his lips only encourage you to go further and pinch the nipples giving them a little twist. His fists ball up against the carpet as he tries not to squirm around and be a good boy.

Watching him suffer under you re-ignites your fire so you slide your body back to sit on top of his cock that his hard as a rock. Brushing your folds up and down his length you let out a moan that mixes perfectly with the beautiful sounds coming from his mouth.

Smoothly you readjust your position and his dick easily slides into you. Mark closes his eyes as he jaw drops, finally getting some relief with your wet walls squeezing around him.

Your hips move in circular motions teasing him just a bit more before you start bouncing on his member. Placing your hand on his pecks for support you start slow but quickly pick up just the right pace for him to hit the right spot inside you over and over again.

His grunts get louder as he watches your breasts bounce, still trapped inside the lace bra, nipples almost poking through at the friction. You can see he’s trying hard not to lift up his hands and feel your boobs but he knows he’s not supposed to unless you say so.

And to his surprise you actually take his hands and place them on top of your breasts, incentivising him to play around. The groping and squeezing gets you both riled up as you feel your orgasm approach and Mark starts bucking his hips letting you know his high is close too.

“Don’t you dare come before I do, you hear me pup?” You lean forward to give him the warning straight to his face.

He nods closing his eyes, trying hard to hold himself and follow your instructions. As you pull yourself back up, riding him faster but sloppier, you feel his grip or your mounds get stronger and rougher.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and make me cum again?” Even if you try to sound composed, your voice gives out how close you are.

“Yes, yes!” Mark loudly moans.

A few more thrusts and you feel yourself let go, coating his length inside you with your juices. He bites his lip eagerly waiting his turn as you re-compose yourself to resume your movements that halted when your body started to shake in pleasure on top of him.

Not able to hold it anymore, he starts whining to get your attention and you almost melt at the noises.

“Who’s my little slut desperate to cum?” You grab his tie that still lingers around his neck, lightly choking him as you resume riding him.

“I am!” He cries feeling your walls still clenching around his length. “I am your slut!”

“Then cum for me, baby.” Smirking you say the magic words.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Mark repeats over and over again as you feel your inner walls get coated with his seed.

Your hips continue moving to ride off his high as his arms collapse on the floor and you feel his whole body give into the pleasure, no strength to lift a finger anymore.

“That’s my good boy.” You praise.

After leaving a faint kiss on his lips, you lean back slowly lifting yourself off his dick, watching with delight as both your arousals drip off your whole into his tired cock. Planting another kiss on his lips you finally get up removing the clothes that are still on your body, dropping them lazily on the floor.

“Order some food, I’ll make us a bath.” Are the last words he hears before you disappear into the bathroom.

“Ok…” Mark agrees, still laying on the carpet with an idiot pleased smile lingering on his face.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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[lemonyko0]

Midnight Swimming - jjk

actions speak louder than words, and you both speak best with your bodies.

» genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, romantic <3

» word count: 2.7k

as soon as my feet hit the carpeted interior of our hotel room, the first thing i do is crash onto the nearby bed.

i hear my boyfriend of only five months chuckle behind me, actually taking the time to set his stuff down and loosen his clothes as opposed to my messy entrance of dropping everything.

“you did great y/n, i don't know why you're acting as if you made a fool of yourself.” he speaks gently, and i don't have to see him to know the teasing smile that rests atop his face. “i told you, you may not be exactly what they wanted for me but they're not going to hold you accountable for that, they genuinely liked you.”

i whine and wave him away, “i should have done more though. i feel like i just flew under the radar! painfully, achingly, average. i have never felt that out of place in my entire fucking life.”

the bed dips beside me and he doesn't reply immediately, and instead takes to soothingly playing with my hair. “why does that bother you though? it's the first time you've met them y/n, it'll get easier.”

i sign and flip around onto my back to face him, his sable eyes stare back at me sending a shiver through my body, as they normally do, but recently in more ways than just one.

an outsider may look at us and think five months together is too short of a time to be meeting the family, but jungkook and i have known each other for plenty over two years. when we first spoke, he nervously asked me on a date, to which i laughed and denied, believing it to be a joke.

back then my confidence stood at a whopping 4/10 and there was no way i could fathom a man like jungkook asking me out for any reason other than to laugh at me, but he truly had. he never relented though, he was a senseless flirt and it eventually led me to his bedroom one fateful night, which then led to multiple other sexcapades, then to friends with benefits for a little over a year before i realized i had fallen hopelessly in love with him, and he'd been in love all this time.

the man sitting beside me, looking at me with a wordless grin that simultaneously tells me everything, has become my infatuation for the last year, and i know truly that there's no one else i'd rather waste all my years with.

i grin and sit up, quickly and lazily wrapping my arms around his neck to give him a deep kiss.

i can tell he wasn't expecting it but wastes no time grabbing my waist and kissing me back just as passionately.

and the thought that crept into my touch-deprived brain when we first arrived had slowly wormed itself back to the forefront of my mind.

this luxurious room his parents rented for us, had its own heated pool outside.

i disconnect our lips and grab his hand, dragging him behind me as i make my way towards the closed patio doors.

“where are you taking me love?”

i fumble with the lock on the door before sliding the door open, revealing exactly what i had envisioned.

he widens his eyes, with a gracious grin on his face, “did you know this was here?”

i nodded, adjusting the temperature higher, “i mentioned it to you when we first came in, i had a feeling you didn't really hear me though.”

he nods and bends down to feel the warm water, “it's heated too.” he smirks at me.

and like many times before, i can read his expression to know exactly where his head is at.

i grip at the end of my dress to begin slipping it off but jungkook stops me, replacing my hands with his own.

he then leans into me with both hands against my waist and his lips against my collarbone, lining kisses on my neck up to my ear, “always so pretty love, can never get enough of you.”

i grin and begin to unbutton his dress shirt, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders with ease and he busies himself with marking my neck as i undo his belt, encouraging him to take his pants off to match me in only my undergarments.

he pulls away and kicks his pants off with a grin, “i guess neither of us packed bathing suits.”

i grabbed his hand and led him to the steps, “who would in february?”

the water was the perfect temperature, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as i let myself relax into the warm water, pulling jungkook in with me.

he swam around me, sneakily snaking his arms around me until both were wrapped around my waist and pulling me into his body. i mindlessly wrap my legs around his waist and he grins, placing small kisses against my head and my face, before reaching his final destination, and placing a long, mind numbing kiss on my lips that would leave me aching for more.

and he was more than willing to give me as many as i wanted, because in the end, he was just as hopelessly in love with me as i was with him.

and we both knew it too, despite never having said it aloud. we spent most of our time together talking with our bodies and less with actual words, so it came to neither of our surprise that most of the time, words were never needed to convey the sweet nothings we felt for each other.

our kiss never turned into anything more than romantic, and i ended up pulling away due to the sheer heat radiating off of both us and the pool, making me feel peacefully drowsy.

i gave him a dopey smile and let my head fall against his chest as we both soundlessly soaked in the dreamy atmosphere of it all, and it truly did feel like a dream.

“i'm so glad i fell in love with you.”

he grins and kisses my temple, “i love you too, and i'm glad you're mine.”

i hum against his skin before picking my head up and lining kisses up from his chest to his lips.

i wish i could describe it as sweetly perfect, but due to both of our inability to stop giggling it was more of an eskimo kiss in the end, but i wouldn't have had it any other way.

“you make me feel giddy, like i'm 15 all over again and hopelessly crushing on you.”

he chuckles, “if only you were crushing on me at 15. you would've thought i was a nerd.”

“you're probably right. but i had a thing for nerds.”

he takes to spinning us around slowly in the water, “do you still have a thing for nerds?”

i laugh, “i might, why?”

he shrugs cockily, “oh nothing, just remembering how i never showed you my marvel action figures in my bedroom. i also have all of the original comics.” he ends his sentence with a wink.

i chuckle shyly, leaning my head towards his lips before whispering, “that's hot.” more or less as a joke, but it didn't matter. he could be the biggest nerd or biggest bad boy out there and it wouldn't matter. he was him, and that was enough for me. he knew it too, i was sure.

he closes the small space between us and connects our lips, going in for multiple deep kisses like he couldn't get enough of me.

it wasn't until i felt my back hit the wall of the pool and he wedged himself fully between my legs that he began licking at my lips, hands growing more and more curious.

that was my favorite part of jungkook, he was passionate about so many things. it was his most admirable trait in my eyes. what made me feel best, was how he showed how passionate he was for me, in moments like these.

he began to slowly grind his hips against me, kissing me in a way that would make any woman lose her mind. i was getting lost in it as well, pulling the back of his neck and his hair as if i could possibly have him any closer.

he pulls away abruptly, breathlessly and his lips were cherry red and slightly puffy, and he looked delectable.

he simply grins, “i know you might hit me for even asking,” he speaks cautiously, “but i really wanna do it in here.”

i titter, playing with his hair for a moment before tilting his head back down and kissing him again, with just as much want as he'd given me earlier.

“i can never tell you no, jungkook.”

like a kid on christmas he very excitedly cheered, peppering kisses on my lips and mumbling thank you between them, before settling back at his prior pace.

i hooked my ankles together behind his waist and pulled him close enough to feel his hard on underneath not only the water but his boxers still.

i lean against the pool wall for a moment, eyes locked as he watches me intently, and reach behind myself to undo my top, letting it unravel and putting it on the concrete above me.

he licks his lips and takes to kissing my neck instead, and i let a hand stray from his shoulder down his arm, hips, then his length, feeling just how hard he was for me. he moans appreciatively beside my ear, purposefully, knowing how much it turns me on to hear him, and you can tell by the way he grins so largely afterwards. “how bad do you want me love?”

i glance up to meet his dark eyes, sparkling with love and lust, and decide they're just to tempting to tease tonight.

“i want you so bad jungkook.” i move my hand against his skin and to his hand, leading it right to my core and he quickly gets the message, going under my underwear and humming, nosing my neck as he plays with my clit.

“even submerged in water i can feel how wet you are for me.” i grin and hold onto his wrist, “then what are you waiting for?”

he reaches back and unwraps my legs from around his waist and as soon as hips are free he's peeling his boxers down, and i excitedly follow him.

it takes all of 15 seconds before we’re back in the exact same position as before, only this time i can finally feel his full length rubbing against me, teasing me, poking his head at my clit on purpose but never putting it in.

i squirm in his arms and whine, causing him to chuckle, “what is it love? growing impatient?”

i don't reply with words, just send him a pout i was sure would amuse him just enough to get what i wanted.

his hand comes out of the water and grabs at my chin to lift my head to kiss me again, but not before mumbling something so softly i almost didn't catch it at all, “i love you most.”

while he kissed me he gave me what i wanted and eased himself inside of me, always a gentleman unless i told him otherwise. treating me gently and always considering how i feel.

once he bottomed out entirely he made sure to wait a few seconds before easing out almost completely, the achingly slow pace would have driven me crazy on any other night but tonight i was hypersensitive, feeling the way he stretches me so well and rubs against my spot with every full push.

we’ve done this so many times we could each write a book on what the other likes and dislikes, exactly how their body looks and responds, and most importantly, what drives the other crazy.

he picks up his pace and grinds against me as he begins to lose himself more and more.

i arch my back into him and let a whimper slip past my lips, he's all too excited to hear it, “feel so fucking good jungkook. so hard and big inside of me.”

in my book on jungkook, words of affirmation would be one of the first things i mention. it spurs him on and he groans, thrusting a little rougher and abusing the sensitive spots inside of me, making me feel almost lightheaded.

i'm very vocal about letting him know it too, not holding back any of the moans he's causing and telling him exactly how he makes me feel whenever i can muster enough energy to voice it.

he halts his movements and pants over my shoulder, “as much as i'd love to keep fucking you like this, i think it'd be much easier if we moved.”

i am plenty too fucked out to argue, so close to coming i couldn't possibly care less of what he asked i would have agreed.

my dopey reaction amuses him and he gently leads me over to the steps with a grin. “i was going to ask if you wanted to top, but you don't look like you've got it in you tonight pretty.”

my stomach flips at the nickname, one of many he calls me but a favorite, “i'm too happy to argue that.”

he settles me on the third to last step, half of my body in and out of the water now causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. he makes a foolish attempt to kiss them all as he points them out.

i joking push his head away and encourage him to continue where he left off, and he does, but not without some joke about how desperate i am for him.

he starts slow again and continuously grows faster, and harder, without losing any of the momentum before stopping at a pace that has him deliciously hitting every spot i could think of, and he's aware of it. his smug grin tells me he does this on purpose.

"feels so good doesn't it love? just how you like it huh?” his cockiness falters as he struggles not to moan himself. “wanna watch you cum so bad pretty, can you do that for me?”

i nod quickly, my elbows holding my upper body up against the marble stairs are beginning to ache but i'm blissfully oblivious to it the moment he moves his hand forward to draw circles on my clit.

i grab onto his wrist for support and moan out his name and my approval. he leans forward and kisses me anywhere his lips could reach. “so pretty baby, fuck, wanna watch your pretty eyes when you cum all over me.”

that was all it took before i began unraveling around him, my orgasming hitting much harder than i thought it would and it didn't take long until he followed suit, pulling out and painting my chest instead of completely contaminating the pool water.

he gets out first and finds a towel, dampening it and cleaning me off before offering a hand to help me out and wrapping me in a warm, clean, towel.

he pulls me close and sprinkles kisses on the top of my head. “love you chicky.”

i grin and look up at him, “i love you too.” i sneak a hand around and smack his butt, “you should grab yourself a towel as well, naked boy.”

he smiles and smugly shakes his head, “no, i think i'll stay like this. really shows off my muscles don't you think?”

as soon as he begins flexing i pull him away and towards the door, and he reluctantly follows with a chuckle.

“now that we both smell like chlorine and sex, i think we should take a shower, don't you think?”

he raises his brows at my offer, “god woman, aren't you tired?”

i chuckle and slap his chest, “i'm not asking for round two! i'm genuinely saying we should rinse off then cuddle.”

i ghost my hands down his arm and swing his hands back and forth. he smiles down at me, “well in that case, lead the way.”

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

That recent reblog got me thinking 💭 Nanamin subbing for his chubby darling with that same concept 😵‍💫🥴

BABE!!! YOU GOT ME THINKIN!!

No but lowkey i wanna write a fic for this but my brain is tired and writing a full length fic would be wayyyy too hard SO we shall settle for some good ole headcanons 💕

Ok listen, i was just gonna do a couple thoughts but this got WAYYYY too long so pls don't kill me for accidentally writing a novel sksksk

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, submissive Nanami, praise kink, not beta read bc this shit is way too fucking long and im tired and hungry so you get what you get sksksk

Hnnnnnnggg submissive Nanami make my brain go brrrrrrrrrrr

Let's back up a bit: Nanami does not see himself as a dom or sub. He doesn't see the point in labeling yourself for sex. As long as the two of you enjoy yourselves, there's no need to worry about silly titles for the two of you.

But, if you want to get all technical about it, he's a switch leaning more towards dominant. Nanami is used to being independent, being in charge, taking care of others, so he naturally takes on a more dominant, nurturing role in your relationship. He doesn't do this intentionally: he just loves you and wants to keep you safe and happy, and the best way for him to do that is to be in control of the situation. Of course he would never do anything without your consent, but if he exhibits dominance and you let him, he will continue bc it's what he knows best.

But being in charge all the time takes it's toll on a person, especially when their job entails the same responsibilities as Nanami's. He gets worn out just like everyone else, and he struggles to relax.

That's where you come in.

His pretty chubby baby, with lumps and curves and limitless love resting in that big heart of yours. He'd do anything for you, going to the ends of the Earth to get the most common items, all bc he loves you.

He thinks you're a queen, that you deserve to be endlessly loved and worshipped, so submitting to you is difficult.

Let's be clear: Nanami has no problem letting you take the lead. The problem lies in the fact that he feels inadequate, undeserving. He feels like if he isn't actively giving you pleasure, then he's not fulfilling your needs and he's failing as a partner. It's hard for him to sit back and let someone else do all the work bc he's so used to taking on several burdens at a time. This is new territory for him and he's absolutely terrified.

Your first time dominating Nanami was completely by accident. He had come home late, body aching, eyes heavy as he sat down on the couch. You were so good to him, bringing him a glass of wine and an array of cheeses you had found at the market that day. You offered to give him a massage, and although he hesitated, he still accepted your offer.

That's how he found himself sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch with your legs on either side of him. Your hands your working wonders on his shoulders, loosening up his sore muscles and helping him settle into a sense of ease. You muttered small comments about your day, what you did, what you had planned for the next day. Nanami feels like he could fall asleep against you.

That's when your hands start to wander, rubbing over his biceps and chest, palms pressing down into him. He can feel his body come to life when you unbutton his shirt, slipping your hands underneath, claiming that it would feel better if his shirt wasn't in the way.

He didn't stop you, didn't complain when your lips found his neck and your hands traveled further down to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his zipper and releasing his cock. He tried suggesting taking care of you, fingering you or eating your pussy before you focused on him, but you captured his lips with your own and shut him up. He moaned into your mouth as you stroked his cock, inhaling sharply when you squeezed his balls or rubbed your thumb over his slit. He found himself melting into your touch, letting you do whatever you liked. It all felt so good and he was enjoying himself more than he expected he would, his cock throbbing as he felt hints of his climax approaching—

But you pulled your hand away. He frowned when you leaned back, removing your lips from his. He almost pouted when he tried to follow but you sat up, removing your hands from him.

"Why did you stop?" he asked breathlessly, chest rising and falling rhythmically. He watched as you swing your leg over him and stand, giving him a gentle smile and holding out your hand.

"Let's go to bed, bub."

He followed you eagerly, letting you lead him to bed and help him out of the rest of his clothes. He tried returning the favor, making you feel good too, but you insisted that he lie down and let you take care of him. It was hard giving up control to you—all he wanted to do was make you feel good—but he knew that letting you do this would please you, so he did the best he could and listened to your request.

You had undressed, crawling over to him and hovering above him. You were already aligning his cock to your cunt when he stopped you.

"Darling, let me prepare you first."

"It's okay, Ken," you smiled sweetly, plump cheeks rounded. "I'm wet enough already. Giving you a massage really turned me on." Oh GOD, you make him so WEAK.

So he let's you do what you want, which was a blessing and curse at the same time. You had started so quickly, hands pressed against his chest and pushing him down to the bed. Your cunt was so warm and wet, your thick body bouncing as you rode him. It was so overwhelming that Nanami came within a few minutes.

But you didn't stop. You kept riding him, squeezing his cock with your cunt, leaving him breathless and trembling. He's still fairly composed until he's past his third orgasm: then he's pleading and shaking and crying for relief. You feel so good and he's so overstimulated and despite your legs being tired you're still grinding your hips into his and he's so just helpless.

He's begging softly between pants, mouth agape, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He's so far gone that all he can do is hold onto your hips for dear life and pray that you'll let him rest soon.

He's so cute like this, fucked out expression, unfocused eyes barely open. He buried his face into your chest, moaning into your breasts as he came once more. Tears or sweat are collecting in your cleavage, trailing down your plump stomach and to your cunt. He's letting out the sweetest sounds, all of it muffled by your fat tits pushed into his face.

You finally had mercy after he came five times. He's shaking, holding onto you so hard that bruises are left behind. He's fucked out, weak, sensitive, but he doesn't let you go. He keeps whimpering and hiding himself in your chest, so you coo and tell him how wonderful he was for you and how proud of him you are. The two of you hold onto each other for at LEAST an hour, your hands smoothing over him as you give him dozens of kisses. He's so spent from the entire encounter and he falls asleep below you, cock still soft inside you, arms locked around your squishy torso. You let him rest, hoping that your actions helped him in some way.

He's so apologetic once he wakes up, telling you over and over how sorry he is for not considering your pleasure and for falling asleep without cleaning up and you didn't even have dinner—

"Ken, baby, look at me." Your pudgy hands cupped his chiseled face, forcing him to look at you. "I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to make you feel better." God, he's so lucky to have you 🥺🤧💕

Nanami is more receptive to taking on more submissive roles after that. It's not common, but there are days when he will come home and gently ask if you can take care of him tonight like that first night. He tries to reserve these requests for Friday and Saturday night so he can rest soundly the next day.

He's such a pleaser. Even when you're sucking the soul out of his cock, he's begging to eat you out so you can feel good too. He tries to make you cum every time he does, but he gets so lost in the pleasure that he can't even think let alone rub your clit.

OH MY GOD, HE LOVES PRAISE. Every time you tell him how good he is, how proud you are of him, he trembles and falls further in love with you. He could cum from your praise alone, he's that turned on by it.

He's naturally quiet during sex, but after you've made him cum a few times he gets louder and whinier and needier. He'll hiccup and struggle to breathe properly and he can't tell you what he wants, all he can do is paw at your ample flesh and pray you give him the relief he desires.

He HATES teasing. It's okay occasionally, but if you edge him or deny his pleasure for too long he will feel inadequate. One time he was so deep in sub space and you had edged him for too long and he started sobbing bc he didn't think he was good enough for you 🥺 needless to say yall stopped there and went through aftercare for the next hour.

He doesn't submit often, but he'll gladly fall to his knees if you asked to dominate him. He's so eager to please and will do anything you ask as long as it makes you happy.

[mxngldmxdnsss]

deception - henry emily

this isn’t all that long tbh it kinda cuts straight to the smut ☠️

pairing - henry x reader

cw! henry is a switch in this lmfao | praising, humiliation, filming/taking pictures, slight gagging, slight overstim, creampie and unprotected sex

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

Henry had always been hesitant when it came to sex, always apologizing profusely afterwards when he would cum too early, barely able to make it twenty minutes in. But today, after sitting down and agreeing upon your idea, you would be taking the lead. Getting lost in thought as you washed your body, you sighed excitedly. Admittedly you’d bought something special for this occasion, and you were eager to show it to Henry. Getting out of the shower, you dried off before slipping on the robe Henry had bought you a couple of months ago.

You stepped out of the bathroom, staring up at the clock, it’d be another hour before Henry got back from his job. Flopping down onto your bed, you closed your eyes, hoping time would tick faster. You rolled onto your side grabbing at the bag at the end of the bed, which held a camera, brand new. Figuring you’d fill it with film, you tested the camera, snapping a picture of of the clock on the wall. It worked perfectly, you squealed, sitting back down on the bed, even more elated to be able to test this out with Henry.

That’s when you heard the front door open, quickly you put the camera back on the bed and got up to pull panties on. Quickly you made your way to the living room, watching as your husband set his bag down. “Henry!” You wrapped your arms around Henry’s waist and stood on your tip toes, meeting Henry’s lips in a kiss. Pulling away you watched as a blush erupted across your lover’s face. Grinning as you pulled at Henry’s arm, sitting him down and pushing a plate of food in front of him, urging him to hurry and eat so you could take up the rest of his time for the night.

You stood behind Henry, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pressed kisses against his neck, occasionally licking and sucking. Shivering, Henry grabbed your hand. “Y/N…please, just wait a little bit, I promise I’ll give you all of my time.” Pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, you ran your hands up and down against Henry’s arms, before making your way upstairs. “I’ll be in the bedroom Henry, whenever you’re ready.”

What had Henry gotten himself into? His pants strained as he scarfed his food down, quickly wiping at his mouth before making his way upstairs. You were sprawled out against the bed, looking over and smiling when you saw Henry. Sitting up you watched as Henry loosened his tie and kicked his shoes off before making his way towards the bed. Tearing his tie off, Henry crawled onto the bed towards you.

Giggling, you pressed yourself against the headboard, finding yourself trapped by Henry. Exchanging a grin, Henry grabbed your leg and yanked you down beneath him. Trapping you on either side. You stared into Henry’s eyes, watching intently as he leaned down to kiss you, only for you to press a finger against his lips. “Uh-uh you said I got to choose what we did.” Henry looked at you before sitting back on his knees. “And just what do you want to do?”

Grinning, you motioned for Henry to lay down, before getting up off the bed, quickly straddling him as soon as he got in a comfortable position. You got to work on unbuttoning Henry’s shirt, while grinding your hips against his. Gasping as the cold metal of Henry’s belt pressed against your thinly covered clit. Turning your attention to Henry, you smirked before untying your robe, letting it slide down your shoulders and onto the bed. Exposing your breasts, Henry’s eyes widened. You ground your cunt harder against Henry’s boner, before raising your hips and unbuckling his belt and zipping down his slacks. You palmed Henry’s cock through his boxers, watching Henry’s eyes flutter as you did so. Finally, you yanked the elastic band down, exposing Henry’s cock. Slipping down your own panties, you lined yourself up with Henry, before pushing down. A soft moan left your lips as Henry’s dick twitched.

As soon as you took Henry as far as it could fit, you began swirling your hips, watching as Henry gasped. You grinned before grabbing at Henry’s face, digging your fingers into his jaw, obediently, Henry opened his mouth, letting you slip your the rope to your robe into his mouth, somewhat gagging him. You leaned back, disappointed you couldn’t buy a proper ball gag but it worked. Picking your hips up, you sank back down onto Henry, watching as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Quickly you began to bounce on top of Henry, his cock quickly coated in your juices. Moaning, you leaned over and grabbed the camera, but before you could snap a photo of Henry, he snapped his hips up. Gasping, you set the camera down against Henry’s belly.

Grabbing at his hands, you pressed them against your stomach, sliding them up and down your body, from your thighs up to your breasts, jiggling with every bounce. “Touch me Henry, pretty please? I know you want to.” Henry obeyed, taking your breasts into his hand and kneading it. You leaned forward, grabbing at Henry’s shoulders. “Ah- you’re doing so good Henry. Just like that.” Moaning, you pushed Henry’s cock deeper inside of you, shuddering when you felt Henry’s dick twitch, cum uncontrollably spurting inside of you, but you didn’t slow or stop, fucking Henry right through his high.

“Already? I thought you’d last a little longer than that.” You cursed under your breath, grabbing at the camera below you, before leaning back and snapping a picture of Henry’s face, then one of you riding him, and at last, one close up of where you and Henry met. Cum drooled all over Henry’s cock and dribbled onto the bed, you groaned before bouncing even harder. “Oh Henry- we should do this more often- fuck-”

You whimpered feeling Henry’s tip kiss the spongy part hidden deep within your pussy. Loud squelching filled your ears and you reached down, flicking your clit. Squeezing your eyes shut, you leaned forward, grabbing fistfuls of Henry’s hair and yanking the makeshift gag out of his mouth, you caught his lips in a heavy kiss. Feeling the way Henry’s cock twitched again, you bounced a bit faster, taking the camera into hand once again and snapping pictures of the both of you, film laying across the bed as you fucked yourself on top of Henry, photos showing your cum covered cunt stuffed full with Henry’s cock.

Quickly placing the camera down, you pulled Henry into your arms, wanting him to take the lead. Understanding right away, Henry placed you down against the mattress, picking right up at the speed you set, your eyes rolled into the back of your had. Load moaning echoing in Henry’s ears. Sitting up, Henry grabbed the camera and took pictures of your pussy, pictures of your breasts bouncing and even one of your face, jaw slacked and eyes half lidded, somehow Henry even managed a picture of your entire body. But the fun didn’t last long, Henry groaned, realizing he couldn’t take anymore of your warm, wet walls that were milking him dry.

Henry leaned forward panting into your ear, feeling your legs tighten around his waist. “I can’t Y/N- I-”

You whimpered feeling Henry slam into you, pressing his tip against your cervix before unloading into you, cock weeping his heavy cum. While you shuddered, letting you own orgasm rip through you. Soft panting filled the air between you two, before Henry pressed a kiss against your lips. Pulling out, Henry watched as his cum dribbled out, before pushing it back in and fixing your position, laying at the head of the bed.

Henry tucked his cock back into his boxers, watching your eyes flutter closed, falling asleep rather quickly. Cleaning up whatever pictures had been taken, Henry placed them into your drawer, not before snagging they picture of your entire body and placing it in his wallet.

You should really do that more often.

[amysteryspot]

Wash it away - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Gif by: @only-obi (original post)

Summary: Tommy gets home too stressed and you have the perfect remedy for that.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: mentions of nakedness; very brief mention of sex (it’s not graphic); very brief mention of reader being shorter than Tommy, if it bothers you in any way; and fluff, lots of it. English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread.

Word Count: 868

A/N: Dedicated to @sighonahurricane​ who is responsible for putting this idea in my head and making me go wild with it.

Also, I really hope that @retromafia​ forgives me, ‘cause I promised her I was going to write something for our Lenny first. Sorry sis, have some soft!Tommy instead.

You were careful and slow in taking off his clothes, piece by piece, with calculated movements. First helping him out of his coat, then the suit jacket, both draped and put to rest on the chair. The waistcoat was next, then you unpinned the cufflinks and the pocket watch, placing both on the dish by the sink. Loosening tie, you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

Tommy sighed, you looked him in the eye to find him observing you already. Giving him a reassuring smile, you continued your task, slipping the braces down his arms and getting him out of the shirt.

You got down on your knees, undying the ties of his shoes and making him step out of them, taking off the socks as well. Unbuckling his belt, you undid the button and unzipped his trousers, letting it fall into a pool around his feet. Getting up, you lifted the hem of his undershirt, hands gently caressing his torso as Tommy slowly raised his arms so you could take it out of him. The undershorts were the only thing last, and then you made him step out of it.

“Common, love, get in the tub, while the water is warm.”

He didn’t question your gentle coaching, just silently obeying it and easing himself into the water. Another sigh left his lips as he let his head rest at the tub, eyes closed.

You could see how tired and stressed he was. It was worse than you first thought when he entered through the front door.

“Do you want to talk?”

Tommy just shook his head, turning his head to the side, eyes opening slowly to stare back at you.

It should be illegal for a man to have those long eyelashes, but you couldn’t deny that the almost black lashes complemented his winter eyes beautifully.

“Let me take care of you, then,” you whispered against his lips, giving him a light peck and almost giving into him when he moved in search of your lips when you backed away.

Later, you thought to yourself, maybe later.

Since the beginning of your relationship, and long before, since you knew him, Tommy always used sex as a release for everything: stress, anger, lust, problems of all sorts, love… it wasn’t an easy task making him understand that some times, he needed to let go of control, let himself be taken care off, not exclusively through sex.

Nowadays it was a lot easier than it was in the beginning. He didn’t put up much of a fight, knowing that it was likely that later he could convince you to get him what he wanted, so he usually just let you do your thing.

You got the soap and a stool, sitting down beside the tub. There was already a little bowl at the side, so you got it, filling it with water.

“Tilt your head back for me, sweetheart.”

He did as you told, so you slowly poured the water into his chair, putting soup in your hands to make a foam and starting to massage his scalp. Tommy groaned, eyes closing in relief as you gently traced around his skull, treading your fingers through the longer strands of his hair.

Washing the foam away, you let your hands wander down his body, scrubbing and massaging the tension away.

Tommy visibly relaxed into the water, sinking until only his head was out of the water. He observed you through heavy eyelids, making you smile.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?”

He only hummed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Good, that was your goal, making him forget the problems and feel better.

“Do you want to stay some more?”

“No, I’m good,” he answered, hands holding both edges of the tub to get up.

You rushed to get him a towel, waiting for him to step out and shrugging it around his shoulders, struggling a little to dry his hair. Tommy chuckled and she gave him a playful smack on the arm, not able to hide her own smile.

The process of drying him and dressing him was a lot faster than undressing him, so they were both laying on their bed quickly.

You laid partially on your side as Tommy snuggled closer to you, one of his arms encircling your waist to bring you even closer, his head resting in the crook of your elbow, leaning onto your chest, as you played with his hair. The only sound heard in the room was the light crackling of the fireplace and the light rain that was falling outside.

“Thank you,” he murmured after a while, looking up at you.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, kissing him softly.

Tomorrow he would have to deal with whatever it was that had him in such a state of disarray, but you knew that tonight your job of making him feel better was done when you saw him trying to fight back the sleep and losing it, closing his eyes and snuggling into you.

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[lokiskitten]

Uwu can I pls have sebby stepdaddy au pls ☺️

Happy? Bruh 😭

Sebastian Stan | late night stalking

Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

plot : Sebastian has been your step father for a couple of months now, and unfortunately isn’t the most respectful lad out there. One night, you decide to sneak out, but unfortunately come home to Sebastian waiting for you in the kitchen.

warnings : poor environment, smoking, mention of drinking, cursing, abuse, age gap, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, unprotected sex, non/con, clothed sex, choking.

Disclaimer : I do not know nor claim to know Sebastian Stan personally.

**THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS NON/CON, please block or simply ignore if it’s not your cup of tea. All hate will be deleted/blocked.**

The door of your house opened without you needing to use the key, which didn’t particularly alarm you as alcohol still managed to soak up your entire system. Sloppily, your feet led you towards the stairs which would allow you to regain your bedroom, where you planned on having long hours of rest. However, right as you passed before the entrance of the kitchen, a familiar voice held you back from going any further. “Where the fuck’ you’ve been?” Sebastian asked as he hid in the shadows of the nearly dark kitchen. Only the light coming from the nearby street lamp allowed you to get a peek of his impressive features.

His voice was raspy, deep, which could only indicate that he had been waiting for you since a couple of hours now- probably passing time by drinking and smoking those bloody cigarettes he always carried on himself. Of course, he wasn’t going to be extremely gentle after you made him wait hours into the dark and silence. Your step father was an asshole, really, and you still had a hard time figuring out why your mom had decided to allow him to move in here with what was left of your broken family. In fact, you had a hard time trying to figure out how your mother manages to fall for him in the first place.

“I was just at Grace’s.” you lied, knowing damn well that you’ve in fact been attending another one of your friend’s party. Sebastian nodded in an unimpressed manner, bringing the half smoked cigarette to his lips before taking a rather large puff which he expelled by his nostrils. “Not bad, not bad... come here.” He answered, getting up from where he had been sitting after taking care of letting the rest of his cigarette down in the ashtray. Scared that you would have to face the consequences if you didn’t obey, your feet slowly started to lead you inside of the kitchen. Though, you stopped a couple of feet away from him for safety.

As Sebastian’s body continued to near you, his hands traveled up to the back of your neck which he held in a rough manner. You winced, though tried your best not to show weakness as your only defensive mechanism was to avoid eye contact. “Don’t you dare to fuckin’ lie to me you little brat.” He breathed against your face, the scent of alcohol coming from his mouth making you cringe. Though, for once, you couldn’t help but feel the need to stand up for yourself. Unexpectedly, your hands pushed against his chest, causing his body to back away from yours.

“You’re not my father! Give me a god damn break.” The words escaped your mouth in a stern and dry manner, body turning around as you were meant to divert towards the exit. Unfortunately Sebastian, who hadn’t particularly appreciate your little feisty move, was soon to harshly take ahold of your wrist. Within seconds, your stepfather had you pinned against the counter, bum pressed against his crotch as he kept control of both your wrists. His face neared your neck, nostrils breathing in the natural perfume that your hair created and which drove his ripe senses absolutely crazy.

“You look so much like your mother.. but better. I like your youth, your energy.” Sebastian purred in your ear as his hands now started to unbuckle his leather belt which he obviously couldn’t wait to remove. However, his hands were trembling lightly- probably a side effect caused by the great amount of alcohol he had ingested during the evening. “I bet your tight cunt will feel just right wrapped around my cock.” The older man breathed out against your ear as you barely managed to hold your saddened and shameful tears back. You knew exactly what was to come, and it made you feel terrified.

It wasn’t the first time that your step father would dare to lay his hands on you, wether it was physically or sexually. But as always, you went with it, being aware that you didn’t have the required strength to fight back. But mostly, you did not feel like disappointing your mother- even tho a part of you was convinced that she knew about what her boyfriend would make you go through, and you hated her for not doing anything about it. The thing is, she was probably as terrified as you were face to the abusive man.

Once Sebastian was finally done sliding his pants and underwear down to his mid thighs, it was now your turn to be deprived of your protective layer of clothes. Harshly, his shaky yet dominant hands travelled to the front of your crotch where he started to unbutton your pants. Once he had gotten over this first step, Sebastian managed to pull your pants and panties down in one go, his feet spreading your legs apart as one of his hands generously began to pump his girth up and down in an attempt to harden it and prepare it for this none consensual intercourse.

As the tip of his member penetrated inside of your clenching cunt, a fainted whimper escaped your lips as Seb’s hands both took ahold of the counter. He didn’t hesitate to immediately slide in balls deep, his warm scrotum pressing against your slit as one of his arms securely wrapped around your stomach. Through time, you had grew used to those interactions and managed to naturally stretch to the point where the older man’s cock thankfully wouldn’t cause you too much pain anymore. Taking in a couple of breaths, Sebastian waited for barely a few seconds before starting to sloppily thrust against your bum, groans escaping his lips as his eyelids closed shut.

Tiredness reflected through his lazy movements, though the man remained pleased to feel himself inside of your squirming self. Unfortunately, you had to go along with it, remaining as silent as you could as your step father continued to move back and forth against your fragile body. Eventually, your walls began to naturally moisten in order to ease the process- something you had no control on but yet pleased your step father. “Getting all wet for me now, aren’t you?” He spoke, enhancing his own ego, both of his arms now wrapping around your body as one of his hands even started to squeeze your neck.

His tip bumped against your sensitive cervix, regular movements creating friction for his girth to enjoy. And right as you believed that you couldn’t handle it any longer, your stepfather’s nutsack twitched, member following the lead as warm and sticky liquid sprayed out of his urethra to land into your womb, staining your pulsating cervix. The grip he held onto your body tightened, shaky movements coming from his hips as he made sure to remain deep inside of you until he had completely emptied his balls.

Breathing against your ear, cum flowed out of your entrance after Sebastian had finally agreed to pull out of you. “Fuck..” he cursed before laying a kiss against your neck, moist lips leaving a wet spot onto your skin. Lazily, the grown man moved back, hands pulling his pants back up before stacking his loosening member inside of his underwear. Remember about the cigarette he had left behind, his arm reached out for the ashtray from where he picked up the leftovers of cancer stick.

Being aware that he was now done with you, you managed to shamefully pull your jeans back to your hips before tiredly exiting the kitchen in order to regain your bedroom for a well deserved night of rest.

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Head Over Feet - Chapter 3

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Spencer Reid/Female Reader (Unrequited) Word Count: 4,597 Chapters: 3/? WIP (I think 4 but you know me!) Tags: 18+, NSFW, Unrequited love, Protected sex, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Rough sex, Friends with benefits, Praise kink, Daddy kink Summary: Falling in love with one of your two closest friends was never something you planned; it only makes sense that falling in love with the other would also come as a complete surprise. *Inspired by/in collaboration with @ssamorganhotchner. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Link to AO3 or read chapter 3 below! You make it to Aaron’s just a couple minutes after he does; he’s removed his jacket, shoes, and gun, and his collar is unbuttoned, tie loosened but not untied. You wrap your fingers in it the moment you see him, work open the knot, and he leans in to kiss you, guides you fully inside so he can close the door behind you.

You pull his tie off, unbutton his shirt, unclasp his belt, kissing all the while—deep, eager, breathless kisses; when you have no choice but to pull back for air, you’re both panting, fingers still working to get you out of your clothes.

“How was your day? Good?” he asks, chest heaving as he pulls your sweater over your head, and you nod, wet your lips.

“Good, yeah. Yours?” He nods too.

“Good.”

“That’s good.” You surge up for a kiss, unbutton his pants and untuck his shirt, pull it off and drop it onto the floor. His hands find your waist and he maneuvers you through the living room, toward the sofa; you pause, press a hand against it, lift your leg to unzip one boot, then the other, and kick them off and under the coffee table.

He guides you to his bedroom—you’re walking backward, and it’s almost as if he drags you, his hands holding you tightly, long legs leading the way. You trip, tip-toe your way there, know he’d never let you stumble or fall, and when you stop at the foot of the bed you reach down, pull down his zipper, push his pants to the floor. He takes your face in his hands, meets you for a hot, messy kiss, and then you pull his undershirt over his head, quickly wiggle out of your jeans.

“You are so gorgeous,” he breathes, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling you in for another deep, wet kiss. He tilts his head the other way, nose against your cheek, tongue in your mouth, gripping you hard, and you moan into the kiss; you’re a little surprised at how that simple gesture, the hand on the nape of your neck, makes you feel wild and out of control. “Hmm. Do you like that?” he asks softly in your ear, squeezing his fingers, and you lick your lips, nod.

“Yeah. You can be a little rough; I like rough.” He pulls back to make eye contact, holds your gaze for a moment, and then unhooks your bra with the hand not on your neck, guides it off. Still looking into your eyes—your breath comes quick from arousal, not exertion—he slides your panties down, and then he moves both hands to your ass, lifts you up, and deposits you on the bed; you’re sitting up, but he pushes your arms so you’ll lay flat, holds you there a moment, and you moan again. Jesus.

“Can I eat your pussy?” he asks, low, leaning in to mouth at your throat, and you grip his shoulders, gasping softly when he nips at your neck.

“Fuck. Yes.” He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, kneels on the ground, and opens your thighs with strong hands, licks over you slowly with a flat tongue. “Mmm. Oh my god.”

Broad swipes turn to targeted slips of tongue between your lips, quick flicks over your clit, and when he presses closer you run your hand fondly over his head, grip his hair roughly at the roots. He groans against your skin, sucks hard at your clit, and brings his hands up to squeeze your breasts, and you can’t help rocking up against his face, whining and moaning and begging for release.

“Please, Aaron. I want to come for you.” He looks up at you, gliding his mouth over your soaked folds, and takes back a hand, slides one finger inside you and then curls his tongue around it. “Oh, yes, please. Yes.” Another thick finger pushes in, presses up, pumps quickly, and you tense, arch off the bed, a string of whimpers falling from your lips as you come.

“So good, sweetheart,” he breathes, and he lifts you and guides you up the bed, so your head rests against the pillows. Your chest is heaving, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and he lays on top of you, moves his mouth to yours, gets you to open it for a soft, wet kiss. “Suck my fingers, baby.” He presses them into your mouth, and you hold his hand, suck them hard and messy until he pulls them out, kisses you again. “I’m going to get a condom, I’ll be right back. Just a second.” You nod, let your head fall lazily back against the pillows, and he comes back, pushes his boxers down, and climbs over you.

“Let me?” He hands you the packet, watches you carefully tear it open, slip it over him, and you run your hands along his body, lean up for kisses until he guides you back and opens your legs wider with his knees.

The second he’s inside you, you both grab at each other, your hands on his back and one of his on your face while the other presses against the bed for support. He fucks harder, faster than the first time, and you eagerly match his pace, slide your hands down to dig your fingertips into his ass.

“Oh, fuck. Aaron,” you pant, and he brushes his fingers over your lips, then moves that hand to the bed as well, so he can press deeper. You hitch your legs up high, squeeze them against his hips, hold on to his ass as he fills you so completely it’s almost too much. “Yeah, fuck me. Oh, god.”

“Yeah, just like that. There’s my good girl.” You whimper, and he pounds his hips against yours, lowers himself down to his elbows and slips an arm behind your shoulders, holds you close like an embrace, kisses you breathless.

It doesn’t take long for you to come, not with his body pressed to yours, his mouth on yours, his cock so thick and so deep inside you; you mumble his name, Aaron and Hotch like your brain can’t keep up, and then he comes too, brings a hand to your cheek and just stares into your eyes while he frantically thrusts, then slows, then stops.

You sigh, bring your hands up, one on his wrist where he cradles your face, the other brushing through his hair; he shifts off of you, to the side, but you just hold each other for a moment, catching your breath, kissing softly.

Eventually he leaves to dispose of the condom, comes back and pulls you against his chest; you slip your legs between his, run your hand up and down his arm.

“So what did he do?” he asks after a couple of minutes, his voice a little rough, and you tilt your head to look up at him.

“What?” He doesn’t make eye contact.

“What did Reid do? To get you so worked up?” You feel a hot rush of shame, press your cheek against his chest because you can’t bear to look at him.

“He said he loves her. That he’s waiting for the right moment to tell her.” He hums, just a thoughtful sound, no judgement, and you shift up, rest a hand on his cheek so he’ll look at you. Your own idiocy aside, he needs to see you say this. “But I thought about you all day. I couldn’t get you out of my mind, and that had nothing to do with him—nothing.” He looks you over like he can’t decide if you’re just saying it, or if it’s true, and you brush your lips softly over his, put as much feeling as you can into the gentle touch.

He closes his eyes, exhales, brings you close for another series of tender kisses, then punctuates them with a press of lips to your forehead.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asks, and then he smiles softly, and you kiss him again and dangle over the edge of the bed, grab your phone out of your pocket, and cuddle close to look over some menus.

You opt for Lebanese, eat way too much baba ganoush, and lay your head on his lap and read while he watches the news. About a month later, you wake up at Aaron’s after yet another night spent in his bed—your twelfth consecutive night together at one of your apartments. You leave early, head home to shower and change, only grumbling a little about how you won’t have time to stop for coffee; when you get to the office, there’s a coffee cup with a stopper in it sitting on your desk, and you smile, pluck the stopper out and take a sip. It’s a perfect latte, still piping hot, and it makes your chest warm in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature.

“Secret admirer?” JJ asks, walking down from her office. “I saw it there when I came in but didn’t see who left it.”

“It was just Hotch,” you say, but just Hotch doesn’t really mean what it used to. He’s been your friend for a while, that’s not a secret, even though your friends with benefits thing kind of is—you don’t actively hide anything from anyone, but neither of you have felt the need to clue anyone in—but you can feel yourself becoming a little more… possessive, of him. It’s ridiculous: just because you’re sleeping with him doesn’t mean he’s yours, or that he owes you anything, you know that, but you’re more aware than ever of when someone pays a little too much attention to him.

It’s painfully obvious when you are in Charlotte later that week, working out of the FBI field office there; it’s your second day on the case, and one of the agents assisting you flirts with him in the breakroom. Openly.

“The coffee here is horrible,” she begins, standing next to him at the coffee maker as he waits for a fresh pot. You came in for a refill too, but he beat you to it, and then she showed up and squirmed her way in between you as if you weren’t literally in the middle of a conversation. “If you want, I can take you to my favorite cafe across the street. They grind the beans every half hour, so it’s always very fresh.” She’s turned toward Aaron, can’t see you, so you roll your eyes; he catches it, tries to hide a smile, but the agent thinks it’s for her. “Is that a yes, Agent Hotchner?” She lays a hand on his arm, but he clears his throat and he takes a half step back, politely and effectively removing it.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m spoken for.” The woman turns to look at you—she’s clearly unhappy about being turned down, more so since you’re standing just inches away—and you smile your polite, fake, public servant smile until she takes the hint and leaves the break room. You move closer to Aaron like you were before she arrived, your arms crossed in irritation, and he pours you a cup of coffee, hands it to you, leans in to whisper in your ear. “Play nice, kitty.”

His words send heat throughout your body, and when he pulls back you just stare at him for a second. If you weren’t so exposed, you’d put down the coffee, grab him by his tie, and kiss him until you’re both stupid, but there are agents walking back and forth past the windows, the open door, so all you can do is look at him. You make it count, make sure to tell him with your eyes that you cannot wait to get him to get him naked; it must be effective, because he wets his lips, flicks his gaze over your body. It’s only when someone clears their throat in the doorway that you look away from each other, and even then it takes a moment.

“Hey you two,” Emily says, hands on the doorframe. “We’ve got a witness that just came forward, Morgan’s going to take him into interrogation now. You probably want to come see this.” Naturally, the witness only further complicates your investigation; you’re all glad your killer takes his time choosing a new victim, because it buys you a little more time, and you have a solid profile by the next morning. You split up to canvass the neighborhoods, to go door to door asking if anyone knows a man who fits your profile—you’re partnered with Spencer, who seems more anxious than usual, and that’s kind of saying something.

“Are you doing alright?” you ask him as you walk up to a red brick house, knock on the front door. He presses his lips together, nods, hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you?” You look over at him, raise an eyebrow, and he rocks a little on his heels. “You’ve cancelled the last couple of movie nights; we haven’t spoken much.” You knock on the door again, but there’s still no answer.

“I’ve been busy; you’ve been busy too, you know how it is.” You gesture to the next house, pull out your phone to jot down this house number so you don’t forget it and head down the sidewalk. “How are things with Chelsea?” He hums noncommittally, and you shove him lightly with your shoulder. “Come on, it’s okay. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.” It hasn’t been exactly easy, the last month—hearing how close the two of them have grown, how he told her he loves her and she said it back, how he has a drawer at her apartment—but it’s been easier. (Aaron doesn’t have a drawer at yours, you think absently, hasn’t asked for one, but you figure that’s by design; it’s a good reminder of what your relationship is, and isn’t.)

“They’re good. She gets a little frustrated when I’m gone for a while, when I have to cancel plans.”

“Most people are like that; they don’t live the life, so they don’t really get it. That’s normal,” you assure him. You’re a little surprised that it comes so easily, just like it would have before your big confession. He takes the lead this time, opens the screen door of a light blue bungalow and knocks three times.

“Is that how your… boyfriend is?” You bring your hand up to your face like a visor, peer in through the small windows on either side of the door, avoid eye contact.

“He understands,” is all you say. It’s too complicated to try to explain your relationship with Aaron, and you’re both comfortable with how it is now, not exactly secret but not exactly public; you don’t want to jeopardize it any way. “And she might, too, eventually. Just give it time.” You pull back, smile softly. “Looks like no one’s home. Why did we decide to canvass at one o’clock on a Wednesday?” Spencer shrugs.

“Because Hotch said.”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m going to text that dummy; you drive.” You hand him the keys, slide into your seat and buckle up, then tug your phone out of your pocket.

Canvassing was a bust—no one’s home. Whose bright idea was that again?

Excuse me? You grin, look out the window so Spencer won’t see it.

I think you may be getting past your prime. Time for a younger man to take your place?

You better watch your mouth, baby.

Or what, daddy?

You send it before you even realize what you said; it just sort of came out. The next several minutes pass by agonizingly slowly, and you’re about to send a panicked text, either backtracking or trying to play it off as a joke, when he replies.

You’ll just have to wait and see. Come back to the office. I’ll give you new instructions.

On the way.

Good girl. You almost whimper. He knows how those words affect you—torrential downpour in your panties—and he knows you’re in the car with Spencer. He’s playing a very naughty game, one you desperately want to participate in. You start to type...

“What did he say?” ...and then you drop your phone on your foot, turn to Spencer with a questioning frown.

“Hmm?”

“What did Hotch say? When you told him we didn’t have any luck.” You reach down to pick up your phone, and your seat belt tightens, restricting your movement. You huff, sit back in your seat.

“Uh. He said to head back to the office and he’d figure out something for us to do.” Spencer nods, and you blow out a breath, lean your head against the headrest and close your eyes.

Thankfully, the ride back to the office is short, and the two of you head for the room the team is set up in. Aaron stands when you enter, gives you a brief once over, and then rattles off new details the other groups have learned, gives you new assignments. Spencer leaves to meet up with JJ and Derek, but you hang back when Aaron softly says your name.

“Your text,” he begins carefully, and you take a deep breath. “What you called me. Is it okay if we continue that?”

“Yeah, it’s okay with me; more than. Is it okay with you?” He nods, moves a little closer; he glances up, like he’s looking toward the door behind you, then slides his hand to cover the back of your neck, squeezes it.

“It’s okay with me; more than. Be careful,” he murmurs, and then he releases you and you swallow hard, get back to your assignments.

The unsub is tracked, cornered, captured by nightfall, and you fly home despite the late hour. Everyone grumbles on the flight, about wanting to sleep in their own beds, or take a hot shower with better water pressure, but all you can think of is taking off Aaron’s clothes, maybe getting on your knees for him.

When you get back to the parking garage, you head for your car, but Aaron stops you with a hand on your arm. “Just come with me,” he says—he’s not asking, and you’re not about to argue. If anyone finds it strange that you leave with him, they don’t mention it, don’t even throw you a second glance.

You try to behave on the drive back to your place, but it’s so difficult. You squeeze his thighs when he comes to a stop at traffic lights, loosen his tie, run your fingers through his hair; he is just as turned on as you are, which is saying something, considering you’ve been nearly constantly horny since he called you kitty yesterday. He parks in your designated spot, turns off the car, and you release your seat belt, all but pounce on him. You push your hand past the open collar of his shirt, kiss his throat, curl your tongue around his ear, and he puts his hands on your face, kisses your mouth hard, then pulls you back.

“Inside; I need to fuck you.”

Yeah, you’re not going to argue with that either.

You get out of the car, try to help him with your bags, though he won’t let you; you fumble with the keys in the locks, you’re that turned on, but once you get upstairs, get the door to your apartment open, you’re both desperate again, pulling each other’s clothing off, kissing rough and deep. Shoes, socks, pants, and underwear are the first things to go, quickly removed, leaving you in a t-shirt and bra; you take Aaron’s dress shirt off, get him down to just the undershirt, but when you work your hands up his body he kisses you breathless, takes a step back.

“Stay there, right there; just like that,” he rasps, and you don’t move, just wait for him to walk to your bedroom, grab a condom, stand in front of you again. He says nothing, just looks you over, your heaving chest, wide eyes, spit slicked lips, and he rolls the condom on, walks you back against the wall; you gasp when you’re pressed against it, and he leans in, kisses your neck, nips at your jaw.

You moan softly, tip your head so he can reach more of your throat; one of his big hands comes down to rest on your pussy, rubbing easily, and then he pushes two fingers inside like it’s nothing. You’re already ready, so ready, and you wrap a hand around the back of his head, scratch over his scalp, whimper while he pumps his fingers a few more times before withdrawing them.

He wipes his fingers on his shirt, gets his hands under your thighs, and boosts you up, back against the wall, legs on either side of his waist. “Aaron, fuck,” you gasp, pushing up his shirt and wrapping your arms around his back, and he presses inside you, leans in for a messy, eager kiss and groans against your mouth.

“Hold on tight, kitten; I’m going to be rough,” he pants, lips hovering over yours, and you grip him, digging in with your nails. They aren’t long, or very sharp, but he loves when they scrape down his back as he fucks you into the mattress; you can’t imagine this will be any different. “That’s it; just let me use you, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you breathe, and he starts thrusting, pinning you up against the wall. You can feel his muscles flex beneath your hands, and he kisses and bites at your throat as his hips pump against yours; it’s almost overwhelming, and you’d close your eyes if he didn’t look so incredibly sexy, determined, slamming his cock into you, banging your body against the wall. “Oh, fuck.”

“Take it all like a good girl, like daddy’s good girl,” he says, eyes on yours, and he lifts one of your legs, swings it over his forearm so you’re spread further, so he can pound deeper inside you. All you can do is clutch him, try your best to bounce into his thrusts, and moan, and when he comes you move a hand to his hair, grab it roughly, grind down against him. “Oh, that’s it. God.” He tips his head back, exhales long and slow, and you lick your lips, keep moving until he tells you to stop.

He sets you on your feet, pulls out carefully and throws the condom in the trash, then crowds you up against the wall, wraps his hand around the back of your neck, kisses you deep and dirty and messy, lots of tongue and the occasional rough press of his teeth against your bottom lip. He pulls back, looks down at you, squeezes your neck, and you whimper.

“Daddy?”

“What is it?” You squirm a little; there’s no way he forgot, didn’t realize you didn’t get off. He’s always been very attentive, very good at making sure you’re satisfied. You wet your lips.

“I want to come.” He hums, takes his other hand and rubs it over your pussy, and you buck forward, whimper again.

“Can you think of a better way to ask for that, baby?” You move your hands over his back again, beneath his shirt, look up at him with soft, sensitive eyes.

“Can I please come, please?” It takes a moment, but he nods, moves his fingers to your clit and rubs them quickly, so quickly it’s dizzying. You moan, cling to him, and he leans close, presses his forehead to yours, looks down at you while he takes you apart with just his fingertips. “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck.”

“You like that, kitten? Then come for me.” You want to, so badly, you murmur it into the space between your mouths; when you finally climax, you whine, hold on to him, nearly go weak in the knees, and he lifts you up again and carries you to the bedroom, lays you gently back on the bed.

He moves toward you, and you curl yourself around him, hold him close; you wind up on your sides, one of your legs between his and the other slung over his waist, and he murmurs praise into your ear, pretty and perfect and so sweet and good. You pull his shirt over his head, and he removes yours, your bra, and you just lay there and hold each other, kiss, content.

Kissing turns to nibbling your throat again, and you wrap an arm around his shoulders, press a hand against his chest, moan softly while he mouths at your sensitive skin. Your hips move, you can’t help it, and then he’s hard against you, and you all but beg him to push inside.

“We’re good, I’m good,” you breathe, because you didn’t think to grab a condom and you don’t want to separate now, not when the moment is so thick and heavy and sultry, when you are well and truly wrapped up in each other. “I’m haven’t had sex with anyone else; have you?”

“No, it's just you. It’s just you.” He weaves a hand into your hair, pulls you closer for deep, slow kisses, and presses into you; his free hand resets on your hip, splays across it, broad and warm, and you rock together, kissing and panting, your hands moving over skin, clinging desperately to each other in a way that is so different but just as passionate as before.

“Aaron.” He pulls back, looks at you, squeezes your thigh, and says your name; he repeats it while you come, and you repeat his as he kisses your throat, hugs you close, and eventually spills inside you.

“You’re so incredible,” he says with a soft kiss, and you pull him closer, hug him tightly with your whole body, kiss his hair.

“You’re perfect. Addicting,” you say with a soft laugh, and he smiles, catches your mouth in a kiss.

You don’t want to separate any more than you did before, but you have to use the bathroom, and you could both use some water, so you get cleaned up together and then you stay in the bathroom while he heads for the kitchen. You throw on your robe, meet him out there, drink the better part of his glass of water; a knock on the door startles you both, and he walks over to where his clothes lay on the floor, pulls on his boxers.

“Who could that be this late?” he asks, and you shrug; you certainly weren’t expecting anyone at this hour, and definitely not with Aaron here. You walk toward the door, look out the peephole, take a deep breath and turn back to face him.

“It’s Spencer.”

“I’ll go in the bedroom,” he says, and you frown, but nod, give him one more kiss before he goes. You unlock the door and swing it open slightly, take in Spencer’s disheveled appearance, his teary eyes.

“Hey, what’s going on? It’s late.” He sighs, runs a hand through his hair.

“Chelsea broke up with me. We were supposed to go to a gallery opening for her friend tonight, and I missed it because we got back so late. She was upset, and we both said things, and she broke it off.” He moves forward, and you take a step back, which brings you both inside the apartment. He swallows, leans in and wraps his arms around you. “I didn’t know where else to go.” Taglist 🤍: @thaddeusly @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner @heliotropehotch @angelhotchner @qtip-blog @gspenc @wishuhadstayed @averyhotchner @hotforhotchner11 @itsmytimetoodream @unicornprancing