#watching his finger bump his mouth is mildly mesmerizing

[bluemusickid]

Ok so I have been this fantasy about Chris Evans lately... the reader and he are friends and Chris has a girlfriend but she’s not satisfying him in the bedroom and you guys get a little tipsy one night and you end up making all his naughty dreams a reality... and there will be lots of dirty talk like, “she can’t make you feel like this... or does her mouth feel as good as my mouth does, etc”... I need you to work your smutty magic on this one! Could be for any of his characters too! Whatever you’d prefer! ❤️

As much as I abhor cheating........this is a sexy one. Thanks for this one, nonnie!!

Pairing:  Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUUT, NSFW, minors DNI, drunk sex, dubcon (if you squint).

A/N: wHEW, this one was a toughie. I wanted to draw the line somewhere lol, but oh well. Hope you like it! MINORS PLS DNI. Not beta’ed, all mistakes are my own. You are responsible for your media consumption. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is my entry to my own challenge (lol). The colour I have chosen is red, which symbolises passion, danger, excitement. <3

You took a swig from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste, the sight in front of you even more bitter than the drink itself. It would have to be your worst luck that Andy Barber was here at the party, but his girlfriend as well? Killed you.

It was especially worse since you had a humongous crush on him, which didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard you tried. It was even worse that you had to act normal around him at work, for fear of being mocked or ridiculed by your coworkers.

Andy Barber had completely encompassed your world and was a part of every waking moment. You watched him get tipsier as time passed, dancing around with his friends, his girl not leaving his side even once. If looks could kill, she’d be dead by now.

Deciding that you needed some air, you stepped out, only faltering a bit as the alcohol was steadily making itself known. Trying to light a cigarette, you heard a few voices from the garage. Your good manners were screaming at you not to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it. The liquid courage was winning over.

“So she doesn’t go down on you?” a voice asked. You raised your eyebrows at the question.

“Uh..” you heard the answering voice sigh, followed by a nervous chuckle. Oh my gosh it was Andy. You waited with bated breath for his answer, not knowing what to expect.

"I mean we're happy with each other, she's a great girl, very kind and she's great with Jacob. But there's just no spark." He trailed off, slurring a bit at the end.

You didn't know what to feel about this little tidbit you heard; your brain was telling you that it was wrong to feel good but your senses, your mind was in jubilation. You scuttled off inside before you were caught, this new piece of information even more intoxicating than the alcohol.

You stumbled your way into a bedroom, trying desperately to find a washroom. Why was this place so goddamn big? You mused, relieving yourself, the earlier conversation playing in your head on loop. Shaking yourself mentally, you realised there was nothing you could do about it.

Stepping out, you nearly fell as you bumped into something, your foot getting caught in the doorframe. Strong arms grab onto your biceps, steadying you as you managed to straighten yourself. You looked up to thank the stranger, instead finding yourself looking into the eyes of your dream man.

"Are you ok?" He muttered, his voice soft against your ears. You inhaled sharply, your core tightening in response.

"I am now that you're here." You rasped, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. Did you just say that? You had no game, generally.

He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent coworker?"

Mesmerized, you gaze at him in wonder. "Who said anything about me being innocent? I'm not a goody two shoes, I'm different." He looked at you, mildly amused. "Oh yeah? What makes you different?"

"Well, for starters, I know how to go down on my man." You whispered in his ear, moving past him, your hip brushing against his.

You had no time to register when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, his chest colliding against your back. You gasped, turning around to face him, annoyance etched on his face. “What did you say?” he growled, his breath fanning your face.

Smirking, you ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the crinkle between his eyebrows. “The walls have ears too, you know.” you murmured, stepping closer to him. The rough material of his pants was grazing your thigh, your core throbbing with need now.

Running a finger down his torso, you stopped at the button of his jeans, looking into his eyes, wanting some reaction. Silently, you softly palmed him through his jeans, revelling in the sharp intake of his breath. You looked up at him, for permission to continue, acceptance slowly seeping into his eyes.

Undoing his zipper, you graze your fingers over his boxers, the tent in his underwear causing your core to clench. 

“Can she get you this hard with just one touch?" You softly whispered, running your nose along his. He closed his eyes, his palms closing into a fist. You could feel him mentally warring with his emotions, his body betraying him.

You entangled your lips with his, tugging on his lower lip, as you pulled down his underwear. "I bet she can't do this."

You ran your tongue in one single strip along his length, the tip of your tongue circling around the tip of his member. He moaned softly, his hands undulating, as he tried to stop himself from burying them into your hair. Grinning salaciously, you said, "Answer me, Andy. Can she?"

He gulped, his mouth thinning into a line. "No." He muttered, through gritted teeth. That's just what you wanted to hear. And so you began your amorous assault, taking him in your mouth till he was buried to the hilt. You swirled your tongue, letting your underside work his length. He groaned, his hands finally making their way into your hair, his resolve now fully broken. Bobbing your head around his length, you could feel him slowly thrusting deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Stunned, you were about to retort, but were cut off by his insistent lips. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he tried to tug off your panties, his impatience winning over as he tore them off, the material dangling limply from one of your legs. He circled your nub, his need to be within you ebbing steadily.

Bracing himself on his arms, his fingers locking with yours, he thrust into you in one move, leaving you breathless. His eyes trained onto you, seeing every emotion on your face, spurred him on, as he pounded into you. There was no other way to describe it except frantic coupling. Crossing your ankles, you pushed him deeper, the new angle hitting your front wall, your thighs quivering from the sensory overload. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked thoroughly, like a whore?". You gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts, the depth and intensity in his eyes scaring you a bit. "Drop the act, sweetheart. I've seen you in office, swaying those fuckin' hips, batting your eyelashes. Don't act like you didn't want my cock in your pretty pussy, fucking you till you wept."

His words made you feel ashamed but in the deepest, darkest part of your heart, they turned you on like nothing else. They fed your libido, which was already wound tightly around his manhood. This man had you wound around his pinky, but you didn't mind. If that was the cost you had to pay to make him yours, you would pay it.

Pushing your legs up, he let go of your hands to caress your swollen bud. You screamed as the new position left you seeing stars, your legs nearly losing sensation, a warmth seeping through your body. Your silky walls grasped him tightly, to the point where you became one, as he shouted his release. Pulling out, he panted as he glanced at the sight in front of him; your overstimulated lips swollen and wet, messy from your intermingling fluids. He cleaned you up with a wet washcloth as you dozed, leaving as quietly as he could.

You woke up after some time, your limbs and pussy sore, you relishing the ache. You didn't see Andy anywhere, but you did see your clothes neatly kept in a pile at the foot of the bed. You were just about to reach for them when your phone dinged with a message alert. Bemused, you checked and saw it was from Andy.

"See you in office, sweetheart. P.S. Wear a skirt. Don't be late."

Part 2

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[whaleofatjme1920]

Could you write a scenario with the red string soul mate au, with Masky taking the reader as a new proxy for his group. ♡

[Masky X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: none]

[AN: probably not as fluffy as you'd like but,,,,, I kinda like it this way??? Anyways, just let me know if this fails to meet your expectations and I'll whip something else up <3]

Red strings of fate are amongst the most common kind of soul mate identifiers, and almost every human has one. They range from clocks on wrists, counters on the backs of hands, marks that grow with the first touch, glowing, but none are more prevalent than the red strings.

Tim was one such man that had a red string of fate, and most of the time, he forgot it was even present.

Normally, red strings aren’t visible all the time to the person they’re attached to (with the person they’re attached to being the only ones who can see it) unless the two are in close proximity to each other. What counts as close proximity varies on the soul mates.

Tim has only seen his red string of fate once before his proxy life. Just once. Back when he was a college student. Walking on campus to class and all of a sudden, a red thread on his right hand beamed like rubies in sunlight and dashed out on its path to somewhere far off campus. He was mesmerized by the image before it faded out of his sight. He took that as a sign that someone, somewhere, out in the world, was capable of loving him.

He didn’t see that string again until he was summoned back to the mansion in Rosswood on the orders of his boss.

“A-Are we t-there yet?” Toby asks with a groan, forearm still flopped over his eyes as he leaned pathetically against Kate in the backseat as she fanned herself with a magazine.

“You guys really had to choose the car with no working AC, didn’t you?” She hisses as she fans Toby as well.

“Shut up,” Brian laughs, finally pulling into the parking lot of a forest they were all too familiar with.

Tim rolls his window up and then unbuckles his seat belt, mentally giving the green light for his teammates to do the same as car doors get thrown open to the hot summer air. Tim can hear crickets chirping and grass rustling slightly in the breeze. At least there is a breeze to begin with.

After he and Brian get backpacks from the car full of things they might need, especially water, the four take into the woods.

“So, what are we here for?” Kate asks, pulling her shoulder length black hair into a tight bun. It’s anything to keep the heat and sweat off her as her free hand swats away the gnats.

“Getting a new teammate,” Tim answers, his eyes dark and tired. He hears groans from both Toby and Kate. “I know, I know, I was against it at first too,” he continues, his hands moving past the thick summer foliage.

Toby rolls his eyes as he thwacks aside the branches and brambles. “W-Why do we n-need another one? T-That’d bump u-us up to f-f-five,” he mutters clearly not pleased with the fact a new member is coming in. Granted, he was a little pleased this group would be getting a runt, but at the same time, the bigger the group, the more problems.

Brian, sensing Tim’s exhaustion, takes over instead. “No arguing with the Operator’s words, Tobes,” the blond haired man sighs as he picks a leaf off a low hanging branch and offers it to Toby like an impatient child. “We’ll just have to make do.”

“Reassuring,” Toby deadpans as he takes the leaf, mildly amused with it as he keeps pace with his group.

Tim continues to lead, his right hand pinky feeling more and more uncomfortable as they draw deeper and deeper in the woods. He knows they’re going to be reaching the veil soon, and he knows he needs to ask for permission… Then why can’t he pay attention? He’s so focused on how his finger burns that he doesn’t even realize he’s surrounded in fog.

Brian’s hand is on his shoulder. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He inquires, head cocking gently to the side as the thick fog spreads like cold, welcoming dew on his and his teammates’s clothes and skin. It’s a much more pleasant feeling than sweat beading from the hot summer sun.

Tim blinks a few times. ‘How did we get in here?’ He’s of course, referring to the in-between, the most dangerous part of Rosswood. It’s the veil between the world as you know it, and the Operator’s realm.

‘You kinda zoned out so I asked permission instead,’ Brian shrugs before moving quietly and slowly through the fog, taking point as Tim gathers himself. ‘No big deal, but a penny for your thoughts?’

Tim dips down and walks softly alongside his group, praying they don’t capture the attention of something ghastly like the not-deer or those poor humans who couldn’t find their way back out. ‘My finger feels weird,’ he begins, earning quiet snorts from all of his teammates. Tim mentally hisses at both Kate and Toby, who, like children who had just been caught doing something bad, put their hands over their mouths and stifle their giggles.

‘Y’think it has to do with..?’ Brian trails off slightly.

Tim shakes the thought off but keeps it in the back of his head as the fog finally begins to dissipate and the smells of sweet garden begin to fill his nose. His finger burns brighter. ‘I think you’re right,’ he suddenly states, chocolate colored eyes wide at the sight of that red string looping through the open gates of the Operator’s mansion and leading to the inside. It looks strong and grows brightly - is the string thicker than he remembers?

There’s an old wives’ tale that says the thicker the string, the thicker the bond.

Tim takes in a sharp breath and brushes off the confused looks of his companions, instead remembering that he is a group leader and has a new teammate to pick up. He walks proudly and confidently through the garden, signifying he is well respected in proxy society, and that his business is with the tall man himself.

The doors to the grand mansion open for him, and Tim’s eyes attempt to focus on the beautiful changes to the foyer but find that his attention remains on his thread.

“Where is it leading?” Kate asks, a small smirk on her lips.

Tim’s eyes glance upwards to the office, and Kate giggles.

Every step up to the doors of the Operator’s office brings him closer and closer to the end of his string. His heart is pounding in his chest.

“Come in, there’s someone I want you to meet,” the Operator’s smooth, velvety voice beckons, the doors opening and revealing a beautiful dark room. It smells heavenly, and light pours through the windows revealing the afternoon sun and the blue sky.

There’s someone standing with their back to you

“Say hello, Reader,” the Operator says, his hand resting on the person’s shoulder.

His eyes widen once more like a deer in headlights as you turn, your eyes are beautiful. He watches as your left hand raises, waving, and in response, he raises his right, bound together by that red string.

No one else matters in this moment. Not the budding smiles and sounds of happiness from his teammates, not the Operator's knowing hum, just you.

You are all that he sees.

“Do you accept-”

“I do,” Tim answers, cutting his boss off in accepting you to his group.

The Operator chuckles.

Tim steps closer to you, and you meet him halfway.

[daisidoll]

His Love, Kurapika

I posted this on the archive, and decided to add it here! My user on the archive is dollfaced_damsel. This is just an angsty Kurapika smut that I wrote late at night instead of sleeping, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+

Your house is often lonely. With your lover occupied with his career and self destructive vengeance, it left you many nights at home with only the echoes of your mind to keep you company. As the television lit up the dark corners of your room, it failed to light up the dying spark in your eyes. After being let go from your office position at the Hunter’s Association Headquarters, you relied heavily on your boyfriend to keep you company.

It had been a tasking career, one which deprived you of much of your social life. After leaving your friends in your home country to live with Kurapika, he became your only form of interaction apart from the occasional small talk from your coworkers. It was nice at first, with the intertwining job schedules and the increased motivation to make it work. After a year of waiting, the reality of your decision became clear.

It was a double edged sword.

The feeling of being a new couple outweighed common sense. The sweet dates where your darling Kurapika gave you the most restless butterflies in your tummy. The tingling heat in the apple of your cheeks when he slipped his hand in yours. The tightness of your chest when his fingertips ghosted along the expanse of your stomach with the utter focus of nothing but his love.

He brought you euphoria. Pleasure.

My god it was wonderful.

But paradise can only last for so long. You realized this as you stared at the clock blankly for the umpteenth time that night. 1:19 AM. Kurapika hadn’t come home in days. You tried to empathize with Kurapika and his goals in life, following him blindly and being his biggest supporter no matter what. As long as you had his love, you would do anything for him.

His love.

You jumped up in surprise as the front door clicked open in a silent squeak. You stirred anxiously as you awaited to see a figure in your peripheral. Soft pads of footsteps sounded from the hall. A head of blonde hair stepped from the shadows. Gazing at his face, the dark circles and sluggish movements didn’t go unnoticed. It wasn’t like it was an unusual sight.

He looked up at you, looking mildly surprised to see you sitting on the couch.

“..I’m home.” He stated simply.

“Welcome home, my love.”

You smiled weakly at him, drained. The silence rang throughout the air for a few moments before anyone spoke.

“You’re up late. Were you waiting for me?”

You stood up slowly, placing the soft blanket laying across your lap to the side. Walking over to him with calculated steps, you whispered.

“I always wait for you.”

He let you lead him by the hand towards the bedroom. You wondered how he kept his hands so elegant as a bodyguard for an underground figure.

You’d ask him later.

Opening the door, you stepped into the familiar feeling of comfort given by your room. The moonlight streamed through the tall windows, the curtains pulled back to the side. Muted sounds of the streets below resounded in your ears, along with the gentle tick of the clock on your wall. Too mesmerized by the atmosphere, you failed to notice the noise of the closed door or the approach of the scarlet-eyed hunter. He gently placed his hands on your waist, and placed his body along the curves of your back.

You let out a relaxed exhale as your boyfriend left gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck, fingertips slipping underneath your shirt with practiced movements.

The short sleeved pyjama top fell to the floor soon after. Piece after piece of clothing was lifted off your bodies like clockwork, forgotten among the caresses of exhausted lovers. He lifted you from the ground, laying you on your back in the large bed placed in the middle of the room.

Time did not resume like normal in this rare dance between you. Making eye contact with the moon in the sky outside of your window, you briefly wondered what his somber eyes have seen in his long years of stationary watching. If he gazes upon your being with unbridled pity.

You couldn’t decide whether your next sigh was from the depressing thoughts or the sudden touch against your fluttering vagina.

He lifted your legs over his shoulder as he teased his finger along your labia, gathering as much slick as he could before smoothly dipping his finger inside. Quiet noises of pleasure left your lips as he worked his finger along your velvety inner walls. Staring at you lazily, he arched the pad of his thumb against your waiting clit.

The pressure from your lower body was sending low waves of pleasure from your lower belly to the perk tips of your erect nipples. The pleasant feeling made you lay your head back on the bed, eyelids closed. The sweet sounds of your slick were beginning to sound, and Kurapika acknowledged this as an adequate time to press his middle finger in your greedy hole.

He sped up his fingers with an open mouth kiss to the soft inner skin of your thigh. Your moans echoed throughout the room like an icebreaker as the underlying tension between you was evaporating. Upon angling his fingers, he hit that special bump along your walls that made your toes curl. While calling out his name, he added a third finger, and he exhaled shakily as you sucked his finger in with ease.

The squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your vagina made you want to cover your ears, suddenly enveloped with an inexplicable emotion similar to grief. A hard press against your g-spot instantly dissolved any of those emotions, however, and you cried out in protest as he removed his fingers.

He crawled up from his lying position in between your quivering thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder once more before pressing the head of his cock against your impatient folds. Upon his gaze at your face, you turned away in embarrassment. He smiled drowsily before tilting your chin up towards him. Forced to look at him, your mouth dropped open as he finally pressed his cock inside you.

After taking an adjusting second to process the intense pleasure, he let out a muted groan and began thrusting inside your waiting pussy. You moaned his name and latched your nails into his back. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, you offhandedly glanced at the clock on your wall. 1:31 AM.

Your breasts bounced as he rocked back and forth, and the bed frame creaked at the motion it rarely experiences. Kurapika’s head dropped in the crook of your shoulder, allowing you to hear his breathy pants against the shell of your ear.

With the changed angle, he pressed into a spot that sent violent shivers along your spine. Just as the stretch against your tight walls began to feel increasingly pleasurable, he let out a loud moan, and stilled.

Your pants were the only noise in the nostalgic atmosphere of your shared bedroom, and the realization of what just happened was beginning to come to you slowly. You stared at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry.. I had a long day.” He whispered in the crevice of your neck.

“It’s fine.” You croaked out, and looked at the clock.

1:32 AM.

His now flaccid cock pulled out from the warm, sticky, wetness of your vagina. He rolled over, and let out a soft sigh as he put an arm over his eyes and the other over his torso. You could still hear the muted sounds of cars and the bustling city as your eyes closed in gentle thought.

When was the last time the two of you had genuine, loving sex? When was the last time the two of you had both confided in each other for pleasure, and talked about whatever the hell you wanted as the moonlight casted a kind light across tangled limbs in the sheets? The clock ticked almost mockingly as you turned your head.

“Kurapika?”

Silence. He was already asleep.

Almost not surprised, you gently moved to go clean yourself up in the bathroom. Stepping into the room with nothing but an illuminating night light, you closed the door carefully behind you.

With a muffled sob, your back hit the tiled wall and you fell to the ground.

The dam had finally broken as you silently dry heaved with fat tears running down your face. You only cried harder when the evidence of your previous act began to slowly trickle out from inside of you.

You felt utterly empty. The unobtained orgasm, albeit small, was the final push of negative emotions to cause the breakdown on the cold bathroom floor. As you curled into yourself, violently sobbing into your hands as to not wake your lover in the next room, you wondered.

When was the last time you felt his love?

[strwberrytae]

Piano Man [M]

✦ characters: seokjin x reader ✦ summary: the piano man was everything you wanted and more. he was classically handsome, extraordinarily talented, and oozed sex appeal - the silent type. little did you know just how perfect he was for you and does he have a long, miserably arousing night planned ahead for you. ✦ genre/words: daddy kink. spanking. public s*x. |  5k ✦ a/n: gif made by me and not gonna lie, not into the whole daddy kink anymore but it doesn’t mean dominance doesn’t make me weak in the knees. so why not? xx

It wasn’t everyday that you felt like you could easily be hypnotized by music; or anything for that matter. Although, it also wasn’t everyday that you felt like you could be so mesmerized by another human being. They called him the Piano Man; no other name except for what he was known for.

Every Friday night was the same. He would show up, nine o’clock on the dot, sit on the black stool and begin to play. A word would never come from his mouth, just that look. It sends chills down your spine. You were the waitress he chose to bring him his hourly cocktail; gin and tonic, three rocks and a cucumber. No one knew why he chose you but no one ever questioned him.

As his tune began, you sauntered over in your knee-length black dress that hugged your every curve. Balancing the tray through the crowd of tables and merlot buzzed customers. As crowded as the room was, you felt as if he was the only one in the room. His alluring melody drew you to him like a charmer conjuring a snake from its basket. It was haunting yet so arousing.

When you reached his side, you set the glass on top of the piano with a coaster. Sneaking a good look at him because, honestly, he was absolutely stunning. His tall frame displayed handsomely through his black pants, white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone to tease you with the sight of his chest. His bleach blonde hair parted perfectly in the most seductive fashion and his perfectly almond shaped coffee brown eyes that told a story with every glance. Without looking at you, with those sinful eyes, he smiled at the corner of his mouth; a silent thank you. This was new.

He never acknowledged your presence. It made you skip a beat in your stride as you made your way back to the bar. As you walked away, you could have sworn you heard subtle laughter under his breath; turning your cheeks crimson red and your heat twitch in response. How is that you could be so wet by a man that has never even touched you?

The next hour came by much slower than you wanted. The Piano Man was in a different mood tonight. Before it was as if you didn’t exist - not tonight. Each time you walked past him, his eyes bore into you. No smile. No wink or twitch in his mouth for a smirk. No acknowledgment of any kind to let you know the intent of his stare. It was just…dark.

As the bartender made his drink, you found yourself subtly shifting your legs; discomforted by the aura of the room. The entire atmosphere was different. If people weren’t flagging you down to make an order, you would have completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room. There in a dimly lit corner of of the bar is where he played; away from the rest of the crowd - in his own world. To say the least, it was enticing.

The ache between your legs was so frustrating. Hard to say if you could make the entire night without having to excuse yourself to the ladies room - sweet release. Knocking you out of your thoughts, the bartender handed you the liquid that was made with perfection. Balancing it on your tray, you escorted the drink to him. When you reached the piano, he continued playing as if you weren’t there. Setting down the drink slowly, anticipating another glance, you got nothing. Without thinking, you let out a slight scoff under your breath as you walked away. Underneath the melody, once again, a soft, low chuckle escaped his lips. You turned your head quickly to find him grinning to the keys under his fingers.

What game is he playing? Not paying attention, you bumped into another waitress, almost causing her to spill her tray.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N,” she said in a mildly frustrated tone. “What’s with you tonight?” Embarrassed, you apologized and hoped he didn’t see. Based on the wider grin on his lips, he did.

The next hour was hell times three. The Piano Man seemed to show many sides of himself tonight and it was confusing as hell. If he wasn’t dancing his fingers across the white and black keys, he was running them through his hair. If he wasn’t pressing his lips to the cold glass you provided him, he was licking and biting those perfect lips. The perfectly plump lips that you desperately wanted on your core; bringing you blissfully to an orgasmic nirvana.

Hunched over the bar with your head hung low, the bartender laughed.

“You alright, Y/N,” he asked. You let out a deep, cheek filled breath and stood, smacking the counter lightly.

“No but I will be… I’m gonna take a quick five after this, okay?” The bartender furrowed his brow with confusion hinted in them and nodded his head as he handed you the drink. In a rushed but graceful stride, you brought the Piano Man his drink. Taking him in one more time before you released your tension; who could blame you? Setting the drink down with confidence, you turned on your heel.

“Take off your underwear and bring them to me,” you heard a low voice say, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Turning around, the Piano Man was still playing in the corner but there was no one else around that would have said anything. Slowly, you walked back to him, looking slightly insulted.

“E-excuse me.” you asked in almost a whisper. He let out a frustrated sigh and raised his darker colored eyebrows.

“I’m only going to ask once, Y/N. Now be a good girl and do as you’re told.” With a mix of being annoyed and shocked, you were also incredibly aroused. A dominant man was one of your weaknesses and he was certainly a bold one. You swallowed hard, trying to get your wits about you.

“And what makes you think I would do something like that,” you asked with a voice that was both confident and shaky. The Piano Man looked up from his keys with a coy smirk and scoffed.

“Because you wouldn’t be questioning it if you weren’t considering it. Now. Go.” He returned his gaze back down to the piano, leaving you standing in shock. Of course you were considering it. Who asks such a thing if they weren’t into you? Unless this is another one of his games. Why was this so triggering, you asked yourself. Before long, you were walking away to the bathroom; like a robot that was just given a demand.

Stepping into the private, single bathroom, you shut the door and locked it. You pressed your back against the cold wood and let out a sigh. The music was faint inside the walls and he was finally out of your sight. Now that you were out of sight and out of mind, your senses were slowly heightening behind these walls. It was as if you could hear your own heartbeat as it pounded against your chest; the adrenaline quickening it from the action you were about to pursue. The coldness from the door was tingling your skin in all the right ways. Your breaths were hushed and staggered.

That man had a way into your head that no man had ever had before. It was as if he compelled you to do what he wanted. Mechanically, your hand travelled south to the hem of your tightly fitted black dress. The fabric slid up your soft legs. Finding the hem of your lace panties, you hooked your fingers inside and contemplated taking them off. But the feel of your fingers on your hot skin ignited something; a thought entering your mind. Just for a minute, you convinced yourself.

Your fingertips grazed your skin and followed the v-lining to your core. The anticipation made you twitch beneath your fingers; your wetness became more evident. A soft moan expired from your lips as you slid into your folds. The velvety skin becoming wet as your fingers dipped inside of yourself for lubrication. You swirled your fingers over your clit as your free hand made it’s way up to your breast to assist your self-induced bliss. The knuckles on your hand rubbing against the lace as you pleasured yourself, rubbing them numb. Your chest rising and falling beneath it as you massaged your breath. The orgasm that you’ve been craving since you saw him tonight was rising, so you quickened your circles. Your legs were becoming weak below you as you chased your release. Building and building, your clit becoming hot from the friction. Your heart racing and your breaths becoming desperate for more air.

“Y/N,” a man called as he knocked on the door. You shot your eyes open and ceased all movement. You’ve got to be kidding me. He knocked again.

“Y/N? Look, I’m sorry to bother you but he requested another drink and he asked specifically for you to bring it. He seemed kind of irritated and wanted it right now.” Shit…

“Uhhh…yeah. I’ll be right there,” you said nervously as you hurried to slide your underwear down your legs. Your arousal was visible on the lining; both exciting you and terrifying you. You knew why he demanded a second drink within the hour. Taking a deep breath, you folded the underwear and closed your hand so no one would see it as you exited the bathroom. It seemed as if everyone was looking at you, but really they weren’t. How the hell were you going to explain why you were holding your underwear if someone asked.

When you reached the bar, the drink was already waiting for you; with no coaster. The bartender must have caught the confused look on your face.

“He said he didn’t need our coasters, that you already had one. I thought you might know what he meant. He’s being really weird tonight.” You looked down at your hand and the light bulb went off.

“Yeah…tell me about it,” you mumbled under your breath. As soon as the bartender turned away to assist another thirsty customer, you took the fabric and placed it on the tray. You set the drink on top and made your way to him. The arousal between your legs felt more noticeable than ever as you had nothing to catch it as you walked. Embarrassment rose on your cheeks as you thought everyone around you would know that you weren’t wearing anything but carrying it on the black tray like a platter.

When you approached the Piano Man in his corner, you stood there shyly waiting for him to say something; but he kept playing. You slowly set the drink down and held the tray in front of you against your legs as if to shield your exposed sex. He let out a sigh.

“You were gone a long time,” he said in a low voice. You swallowed hard before answering.

“I’m sorry. I had to…use the bathroom.” Internally, you were hating yourself for saying that. The Piano Man smirked and looked at your hands as your fingers were fidgety.

“You’re lying,” he said smugly. Playing effortlessly with his one hand, he reached over with another and grabbed your wrist. You gripped tightly on the tray to keep it from falling as you gasped, scooting over closer to him as he pulled you near.

“What are you-” Before you could finish your sentence, he put two of your fingers in his mouth. His tongue rolled over your fingers to taste them. Heat ferociously rising to your cheeks and looking to see if anyone was looking; thankfully no one was. He slid your fingers out of his mouth with a hum and released your hand.

“That’s what I thought.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head as he continued to play with both hands. Looking you in the eyes, you could see his scolding disappointment; his brows furrowed.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N,” he asked with a soft twitch on his lips as they eased into a smirk. You nodded your head slowly.

“I’ll take care of you soon, princess. Don’t worry. But until then, if you touch yourself again, I won’t go easy on you. Bad girls get punished for not listening and you’ll want to listen to me, Y/N. Do you understand?” His voice was so smooth, so fluid like it was rehearsed. Your body and mind was so obedient to him and you didn’t understand it but you weren’t questioning it anymore.

“Y-yes sir…” At that, you turned on your heels and walked away. The bartender chimed a small bell at the bar - a call that you heard every night but held a much darker meaning tonight.

“Last call!”

Another night was coming to an end but this night was unlike any other. The sweet smell of vanilla still hung in the air from the cigars that lingered in the room throughout the night. The pungent smell of alcohol still burned through your nose. The lights had dimmed even further as the last customer stumbled out the door. The music had ceased and only the sounds of the bartender putting up the last remaining glasses filled the air.

The Piano Man stood off to the side with your manager, discussing something. You watched him nervously as he stood there calm with his hands in his black dress pant pockets. The bartender laughed lightly under his breath.

“You really don’t know how to make it less obvious, do you?” His comment pulled you out of your daze and you looked at him with a tint in your cheeks.

“Does this make me pathetic? I mean how the hell does he do that? No one has ever affected me this much.” Without intending to, you vented to your friend and you fiddled with an empty glass. You had already downed your shift drink that you were granted each day you worked; always savouring it for last. Your friend grabbed a bottle of whiskey and filled your glass again, two fingers this time.

“I won’t tell if you don’t. It looks like you could really use it,” he said with a soft laugh. He took the towel from his shoulder and wiped his hands before tossing it behind him on the long bar.

“Clean that when you’re done. I’ll uh…let you close up tonight.” The bartender looked at the Piano Man, who was stealing a glance at you before returning his vision back to your manager. He shook his head and whistled away.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Abandoning you, he walked away and said his goodbyes to the two men. The manager realized the time and shook hands with the Piano Man; praising him yet again for playing beautifully and presenting him with his healthy amount of tips from the night. The manager turned on his heels and walked away, giving you a quick wave.

The Piano Man put the thick white envelope on the far end of the bar and smirked to himself. His movements were slow and seemingly well thought out. Feeling your nerves rapidly taking over you, you took a swig of your elixir in hopes of it providing you with courage. The second you heard the front door close, you knew that you two were completely alone; as did he.

He made his stride over to you as you sat in your barstool; legs pressed together tightly as you recalled how bare your core was. Easing his hand into his pant pocket, he pulled out your black lace underwear; rubbing the fabric with his thumb. When he reached you, his dark chocolate eyes bore into you like he was casting a spell on you. He set the fabric down on the bar and reached for your drink; his eyes never leaving yours. He brought the glass up to his perfectly plump, pink lips and smelled the liquid.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking, Y/N. I need your head clear for what I’m going to do to you.” His voice came out velvety and low; certainty in his voice. You swallowed the lump in your throat and let out a shaky breath. His tongue extended and he licked the rim of the glass, just where your lips had been before.

“W-what are you going to do to me…” Your eyes watched his tongue, taking in the sinful action. With a smirk on his lips, he finished your drink and set the glass down. Grabbing the sides of your face, he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry and passionate way that took your breath away. Your whiskey stained lips merged together and the spiced taste lingered on your tongues as they danced together. A moan vibrated against his lips as it left you. He pulled away and licked his lips before biting the plumpest lip of his.

“Come with me,” he beckoned as he eased his fingers between yours as he took your hand into his. He led you off the barstool and led you away from the bar. Your steps were not as graceful as his long legs walked perfectly to his destination.

“Wait. I don’t even know your real name,” you said shyly. The Piano Man stopped and turned to you; always so coy and cocky.

“Seokjin. My friends call me Jin. But tonight, princess, call me Daddy.” Your breath hitched and whatever responses your body felt compelled to endure, this was entirely different. Your body fell to complete submission and your core ached even more. Jin closed the gap between you and put his hand softly against your neck as he looked you in the eyes.

“Is that okay, princess?” Princess. There was that word again - that word that was your secret weakness that no one knew. Yet here was this man that you have only known through three second interactions every weekend for the past two months, and he was everything that you always wanted.

“Yes Daddy….” Jin let out a low growl, releasing his hold on you and continued in his stride. His thumb grazed the back of your hand as he held it. Out of your haze, you realized he was taking you to his corner; his tool, his sanctuary. Jin guided you over to his precious instrument, leaving you to stand beside it as he grazed the keys with his fingers. Watching him admire it was incredibly attractive. It was similar to the glances he had given you tonight; a longing and yearning for something.

“Come here,” he instructed softly without breaking eye contact. You took two steps closer and stood beside him. A sigh purred from his lips.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Y/N?” Being caught off guard, you looked at him wide eyed as your cheeks became flushed. Your words were more like stuttered noises, not knowing what to say.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. This amused Jin. He chuckled lightly under his breath and stepped closer to you after closing the lid to the piano keys.

“Such a timid one now,” he reached up and grazed your jawline with his finger, making you close your eyes at his touch. “So submissive…” Your eyes opened at the word. His finger went down your neck, his hand forming to your arm as he slid down the skin. In a swift motion, Jin grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the top of the piano. A surprised gasp chirped from your lips. Without breaking eye contact with you, he slid his hands down your soft legs and took off each heel; letting them fall to the floor.

“I want to show you just how beautiful you are, Y/N.” Jin grabbed a hold of the inside of your knee and bent back your legs to prop them against the piano lid. He reached up and shifted your dress to expose your core to him; dripping wet and throbbing with desire. So vulnerable and shy as you presented yourself before him. His firm but silky smooth hands skimmed down the inside of your thighs, spreading them as he inched further to where you wanted him most. He could hear your breaths skip like a pebble skipping across water.

A smirk stretched across his lips as he lowered himself down to sit on the piano stool. His face level with your heat and you couldn’t help but to watch him. Jin applied his finger to your folds and stroked the center; your breath hitching from the contact as you bit your lip.

“So beautiful,” he praised. Using his long fingers to spread you, his head disappeared between your legs. His tongue lapped up your folds and flicked your clit. You threw your head back and had to catch yourself on your elbows to keep from falling back. The sensation was so intense because your body craved it so much. His warm breath against your core was pure ecstasy and his tongue was the igniter. He wrapped his plump lips around you and sucked on the swollen bud.

It was too much and your body was quickly growing weaker. You laid down completely and gripped your fingers on the edge of the piano. Your chest heaving up and down as his tongue devoured you.

“Don’t stop, Daddy, I’m so close,” you moaned as you started to grind gently against his tongue to get there faster. Suddenly, you felt cold and abandoned. You let out a small whine and leaned up to look at him. His lips glistening with your arousal, licking away the juices.

“You don’t cum unless I say so. Do you understand?” His words took you by surprise. He didn’t honestly expect you to hold back an orgasm that has been built up for so many hours. It’s impossible.

“I…I can’t- Ahh!” Jin smacked the inside of your thigh; the sharp sting tingly so close to your core.

“I said ‘do you understand’. Y/N, if you cum, I’m going to make your punishment far less enjoyable for touching yourself earlier. You’re just lucky I’ve been dying to taste you so badly. But since I have- ” Jin stood and took your wrist. You leaned up and he lifted you off the piano, leading you away from the instrument to a leather couch resting in a private corner.

“ -now you’re going to know what happens to bad girls when they don’t listen.” Seokjin stood before the couch. Running his fingers through his blonde strands before unbuckling his black belt. He folded it once and set it down the coffee table in front of the furniture. Your heart quickened with the anticipation of what was to come; internally thinking that you really shouldn’t be this excited to feel pain, but you were. A pleasure induced pain that would send you to nirvana. Jin sat down, unbuttoned a couple more of his buttons on his shirt and looked up at you.

“Bend over my lap, ass in the air and look down with your hands bound together.” His instructions were precise and you obeyed. You climbed onto the couch and got into your position as he asked. Before mentally preparing yourself, you felt a sharp smack on your cheek. You yelped and bucked your ass a little. Jin placed his hand on the cheek to warm the sting, prolonging the sensation as your skin didn’t have room to breathe.

“Why did you touch yourself, Y/N?” His voice was low and textured with testosterone. The blood was rushing out of your head as it hung low. Jin only waited three seconds before releasing another blow to your cheek.

“Answer the question,” he demanded in a soft but stern voice. You turned your head to look at him but he smacked you again.

“Head down, Y/N.” You blushed and you tried to hide your smile. It was fun making his dominance come out and you wondered how far you could push him. Dangerous, uncharted territory but that was the thrill in it.

“I’m sorry,” you said innocently. “I touched myself because I needed it…” Jin hummed and smoothed his hand over your slightly sore cheek.

“You needed to be touched, princess? Did I drive you that crazy?” His voice was like warm butter; silky and smooth. You sighed and shifted your legs together slightly as you were becoming wet again.

“Y-yes Daddy…” A smile fell on his lips as he caressed your reddened cheeks, spreading them as he inserted his two middle fingers inside of you.

“Good…” Without warning, Jin drove his fingers in and out of you rapidly. You dropped your head onto the couch, digging your fingers into the back of your hands as they were still locked together. Moans vibrating against the leather cushion as your walls clenched around his fingers. A subtle tear came out of your eye as the pleasure from his long fingers were so intense.

“Do you want to cum, princess? You feel so close for Daddy.” The teeth against your bottom lip squeezed so tight as you tried not to scream; gasping for air and as he showed no mercy after inserted a third finger.

“N-no. Not l-like this,” you moaned. Jin ceased his fingers immediately.

“No? How do you want it, princess,” he asked in a low voice as he gently stroked your folds.

“I want your cock. I need you inside of me and I want to cum on your cock. Please…” A low growl erupted in his throat as the words made his length twitch. It was already straining against his pants but your need for him heightened his arousal. Jin pulled you up and you sat back on your heels as he stood. He locked eyes with you as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pulling it over his bare, broad shoulders. His torso was toned in the most perfect way; not too much and not too little. You took in the sight of him and your body wanted more from him.

Crawling over in front of him, you looked up at him as you unbuttoned his pants. He felt the urge to stop you but he loved watching your lust over him. His pants and boxers dropped and hung around his ankles. Your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him. He was certainly well-endowed and springing to life. A deep chuckle came from and he picked you up to make you stand before him. He turned you around so you faced the wall.

“Don’t move,” he demanded. You heard him shift and could hear the foil packet being ripped open with his teeth, followed by him spitting the loose contents onto the floor. Jin slipped the protectant on and in a rushed attempt, bent you over in front of him. You caught yourself with your hand on the back of the couch; pulling your knees up onto the leather cushions for better support. Jin positioned himself behind you, stroking the tip of his erection against your entrance to lubricate it with your juices. You gripped the cushion tighter, desperate to feel him. He could hear your little whines under your breath and slammed his hips against you. Jagged and harsh breaths hissed from your lips along with a string of curses and moans as he started ferociously thrusting into you.

“F-fuck…yes…just like that…harder.” Your demands rolled off your tongue and you didn’t care if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. By the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips and the animalistic grunts and pants from behind you, he didn’t mind.

“Fuck Y/N…I hope you’re close. I’m not going to last much longer.” A scorching desire bubbling in your stomach; knowing that he was struggling for his release just as much as you were. Jin reached below you and swirled his fingers over your swollen clit. You dug your head into the cushion in front of you to soften the hits your head were taking forward as he pounded wildly against you. He quickened his pace and rolled his head back.

“Now Y/N. Cum right now,” he hissed. Like a bolt of electricity, you orgasm seared through your veins; igniting your skin. It felt like multiple orgasms that have been built over hours were exploding inside of you. As your walls quivered and tightened around his length, Jin reached his high as yours slowly came to an end. He chased it as he pounded into you at a speed he didn’t know he was capable of; filling you entirely. His release erupted as he let out a moan that almost sounded pained.

Slowing his thrusts, his breaths slowed as well as his heart continued to race. He laid his sweaty head against your back and you couldn’t help but to laugh. He pulled out and wrapped his arm around your waist; pulling you down onto the couch with him. He held you close and kissed your damp shoulder; feathering kisses across the skin.

“Oh so you do have a sweet side,” you teased. He playfully bit your shoulder and made you giggle.

“And you have a bossy side,” he purred the words into your ear before kissing below it. Thinking for a moment, you shifted to look into his sated eyes.

“I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” Jin laughed lightly.

“Starving. Come on. Let’s get you something to eat.” He helped you up off the couch along with him and playfully smacked your ass as you stood.

“Then after we eat, maybe you’ll feel well enough for round two.” Jin pulled you close by you waist against him. You chuckled lightly, the lust and darkness back in your eyes; unable to get enough of him. The Piano Man was certainly going to be the death of you.

“Sounds perfect to me.”