#yes the smut tag some of you were waiting for but don't get too excited

[sincerelyneo]

juno | l.hc

“one of me is cute, but two though…?”

💿now playing: juno by sabrina carpenter

❯ summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, established relationship

❯ words: 2.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)

an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally don’t care. sue me x

You didn’t want kids. Well, that’s not true. You were indifferent to kids. 

That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didn’t think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe it’s just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.

And being forced to attend his niece’s first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, you’d never given much thought to the idea of kids—cute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no. 

But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile. 

From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball team—and don’t even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party. 

It was like he was in his element—soft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, they’d always say Uncle Hyuck was their favourite—even if they weren’t supposed to.

You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad he’s “too young to be having the adult conversations,” which was really code for ‘let me play with the kids.’ 

Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning and—were your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.

Wait. 

“He’s good with them, huh?”

You jolt, turning to see Hyuck’s sister standing behind you.

“Uh... yeah, I guess so,” you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.

She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuck’s sister again. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Just... you’re looking at him like you’re ready to add to the Lee family name.”

You gasp. “I am not!”

She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, he’s handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.

“Okay... I suppose he is good with them.”

Hyuck’s sister nods, humming in agreement. “He always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousin—even when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.”

He’s sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. He’s being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.

“He’d make a great dad, Y/N.”

The statement is completely sobering.

“Uh,” you stammer, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it.”

That’s not entirely true. You had spoken about it—once. You’d told him it wasn’t something you had planned for but weren’t necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.

Hyuck’s sister blinks at you, clearly confused. “That’s crazy. Hyuck’s always said he wants to be a dad.”

Clearly. 

There’s no denying that. It’s so obvious—every second he’s cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.

This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... you’re starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.

“Y/N! Y/N!” one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. “Can you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie can’t do it on his own.”

And just like that, you’re being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining them—not that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. You’d never seriously thought about kids—until now.

Because you’d never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.

“I can’t believe she’s one already,” Hyuck beams from where he’s stretched out on your bed. He’s been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. “Did you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.”

You glance at him through the vanity mirror where you’re sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. There’s a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?” 

You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yess…?” he replies, but there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice.

“Your family’s really nice.”

“Oh, are they now?” He squints playfully. “I saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasn’t embarrassing me—she loves doing that.”

You shake your head with a giggle. “She wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he draws out. “Then what was she saying?” 

“That you’d be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.” 

Hyuck’s eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechless—still countable on one hand.

He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. “S-She said that?”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“And…what did you say back?”

You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. He’s so cute like this—adorable, even—clearly dying to hear what you thought.

“I didn’t respond,” you admit honestly.

You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laugh—though it’s not genuine. You can tell he’s trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that he’d be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.

“She shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles, embarrassed. “I used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I don’t really think like that now. I can’t, you know… because of my job.”

“So you don’t want kids because of your job?” You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now you’re the one sounding hurt. 

“Baby... is this a trick question?” He laughs nervously.

You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. “No Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.” 

He shrugs, looking unsure. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I don’t know what you want me to say—”

“The truth,” you insist. 

He pauses, his gaze softening. “I love you, Y/N. You said kids weren’t really part of your plan, and that’s okay,” he begins, his voice steady but sincere. “And yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.”

You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again. 

“I know we’ve never talked about it since. But I’m fine with anything—as long as it’s with you.”

You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way. 

“Those kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,” you say and he gives a half smile. 

“Well, I am their favourite Uncle.” 

You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again. 

“Y/N what’s going on with you? You’re confusing me—”

“You know—” you cut him off. “I think you’d be a great dad.” 

He stares at you, properly taking you in. He’s never seen this side of you before, and you’ve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad… well, he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe it’s the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, it’s not.

“Today made me realise something,” you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. “You look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.”

Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him. 

“Please don’t joke like that, Y/N,” he whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Because I’ve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.”

You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.

“Well, why don’t you do something about it then,” you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.

Hyuck’s mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.

The groan you both share is synchronised, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing. 

His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.

He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fucked—fucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth. 

Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. You—his girl—naked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby fever—your baby fever. It’s the hottest shit he’s ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decides—so willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And he’ll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.

The image floods his mind—your stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.

The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by him—like always—but this time it’s different. It’s possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.

His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever. 

“Hyuck—” you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. “Taking me so well, always so good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You moan as his cock hits every spot inside you—so deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.

“Can’t wait until you’re mine, so full of me,” he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. “Do you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—fuck yes—please.”

“Say it for me,” he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. “Please tell me.”

“I want to be yours; make me yours,” you breathe out.

Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.

You’re practically sobbing with how fast he’s driving into you, so close to seeing stars.

“You’re so good at taking me,” he praises, his breath ragged. “Gonna make me fill you.”

You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” You pant. 

“Want you so full of me that it’s dripping down your leg. And then I’ll push it back in when I fuck you again.”

Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.

“Hyuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“So fucking good, baby,” he moans in awe. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seed—fuck!” He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.

Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock. 

He doesn’t stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. You’re exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like that—so close, so intimate.

But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.

“Fuck—” he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. There’s a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. “Y/N, I’m really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the store—”

“No.” You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. “I don’t want you to. If that’s okay…”

His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Y-yeah… that’s more than okay with me,” he says, nodding eagerly.

“Who knows?” You shrug with a teasing grin. “I might not even get pregnant this time.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “This time?”

You nod confidently. “Yeah, this time. Because we’re going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.”

His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,” he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. “What can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.”

[arina24]

Winters with Winter

Aespa Winter x M Reader

3.6k words

Tags: SMUT, some fluff, blowjob, missionary, virgin

There was a nip in the air. Winter's arrival was faster than expected. You realized this was going to be yet another winter you were going to spend being a little more lonely than you wished. It wasn't all too bad. Winters weren't completely horrible. The opportunity to snuggle with a hot cup of coffee or chocolate was comforting. You just wished you were snuggling with someone, that's all.

It was yet another chilly morning as you made your way to work. That particular morning, winter had carried with her some generous showers, and fortunately you didn't forget your umbrella that day. In fact, you had two. You forgot an umbrella the previous day and bought an extra one from the store, and now you just travel with 2 umbrellas, because why not.

As you got off from the metro train, you fidgeted with the tight button, trying to open it, before a young woman catches your eye. She was maybe a couple years younger than you, it was hard to tell her age with how strikingly cute she was. She was in a simple blue tee, with a hoodie for protection from the cold. Blonde hair flowing down her neck, and bouncing off the shoulders of her petite body.

She was extremely beautiful and all, but the reason she caught your eye was because she seemed to be extremely nervous, biting her nails as she kept looking outside at the pouring rain, as if she could wish it away to go from 100 to 0 in 2 seconds. You didn't know what it was for, but she clearly needed to be out there. Something made you walk up to her. "Hey, need an umbrella?" You asked. She looked up to you, freeing her nails from her mouth.

"Umm, Yeah! Yes I do! OMG I've got an interview and I was so stupid to forget my umbrella." She paused for a moment, seeming to get over the initial excitement of getting hope. "Wait, if you give me yours, what will you do?" She looked even cuter close up, her hair almost magical and making her look like some sort of angel.

"It's alright, I've got another one. Yesterday I forgot mine and bought an extra." You replied, for some reason wanting her to take it and almost pushing the umbrella in her hands.

"Thank you, I wish I could thank you more but it's already really late for the interview. How do I return this to you?" She put her hands in her handbag. "Maybe I can pay you something..."

"No no, just go do well in your interview. Don't worry about all this."

"Thank you again, I hope you get all the good things in life." She replied before rushing away into the rain with your umbrella in the air.

The small interaction made you feel better. You lost an umbrella. You might never see her again. But it made you feel good. In fact as fate would have it, you would see her again. But not the umbrella.

A few nights later, as you were going home in the metro, couple of fingers tap your shoulder. You look back to see the same girl, in a pretty pink dress this time, surrounded by a thick hoodie. The dress only came down to her thighs, and you were wondering how she went out in this chilling winter with exposed legs.

"Hello, umbrella man. Do you remember me?"

"Wha- Umbrella ma-? Miss I've got a name."

"I bet you do, but you haven't told me it."

"Y/N" You offer your hand, covered in gloves. Unsurprisingly, her legs weren't the only unexposed skin, and her bare palm meets your gloves.

"Winter."

"Yeah, it's cold. That's why I've got them on."

"No, my name's Winter." She replied, giggling, making the cutest noise.

"Huh? Cute name. No wonder you seem to be handling it so well."

"Yes I was born with the powers to handle winter, which my parents sensed so excellently." She joked, giggling again. "Oh wait your umbrella, let me return it." She shoved her hands in her hand bag, searching for a solid 2 minutes before she looks up at you with a dejected face. "Sorry... I forgot it again."

"That's alright, I didn't hope to retrieve it anyway. How did your interview go though?"

"It went great, I was offered the job. The least I can do is return it for you. Which station do you get off on?"

"Antarse Street"

"Oh that's my stop too. My house is a 3 minute walk from there. If you come with me, I can return your umbrella." She replied, excited at the possibility.

You weren't sure if you wanted to go. It was late in the evening and you didn't really want your umbrella back, it was an old one which you would have thrown away in a while anyway. You hesitate to reply.

"I'll even make you some coffee. Though I can't attest to how good it is. No one else has had my coffee." She continues, hoping to win you over with coffee.

The thought of being the first other person to have Winter's coffee was enough to convince you. You continue talking with her till the stop comes. She yaps a lot. You listen. She likes that. She talks about how she’s been so desperate for a job, until she finally found one at the interview after your chance meeting. She had just graduated college and was more or less alone in the city, which made you a bit sad, but also made you feel she was in a way, like you.

She's clumsy, but endearing. Her hair was tied up today. The hoodie covering up most of her dress. You wonder how she'd look in just her pink dress and her hair flowing free again. She would look like spring flowers, you thought. Winter.... an ironic name for her. You step off the station with her, and start walking with her. She begins blowing into her hands as the chill gets a bit more intense, late in the night.

"You alright?" You ask, a bit concerned. She was clearly not a very forward thinking girl.

"Yeah... maybe I shouldn't have forgotten my gloves as well." She replies meekly.

"You can have mine if you want. I'm not very cold."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah your hands seem to be freezing."

"Alright.. maybe you deserve a bit more than just coffee." She said with a smirk.

You weren't sure what that meant, but you removed your gloves, tapped it off a couple of times to get rid of any dirt and offered it to her. She put it on and smiled. It felt intimate. It was your gloves around her hands and not your hands. But it felt just as intimate as holding her hands. The look in her eyes said she felt the same.

Her apartment was more than a few blocks away, more than the 3 minute walk she promised. But it felt nice to be walking in this weather with her. It’s been a while since you’ve walked alone with a girl like this, even though the cold made her less talkative. Soon, the two of you reach her building. The apartment building wasn't anything to speak of, and her house less so. Things were a mess, even the living room.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah, it's a 1 bedroom, recently moved here for the job. Sorry for the mess... I just forget things." That much was clear to you already. She continued sheepishly, "You see, I wasn't expecting visitors."

"Yeah? Bet it would have been spic and span if you did." You reply, mocking her.

She stares at you, pretending to be offended, and hits your shoulder. "Meanie. Now wait here as I go make your coffee." She says, shoving some clothes off a seat in the couch to create space for you. You sit there awkwardly and look around the rest of the room.

There’s a table and few chairs, but not where they’re supposed to be. Table in one corner, and chairs in the opposite corner, also filled with clothes. The table has a strewn collection of random items, among them a picture of what looks like a younger Winter with her parents. She’s posing cutely for the camera near a Mickey Mouse cutout, with her parents standing behind the cutout.

“Do I look cute in that pic?” Her voice calls out, catching you surprised.

“What- I mean yeah, yeah, baby you is a cutie. These are your parents?”

“Yeah.. they passed away in an accident last year. I’ve had this photo on my table ever since.” She replies in a silent tone. “Oh I’m so sorry Winter..”, you reply. It made you wonder how she really was doing, she mentioned she didn’t really have any friends in the city, and with her parents not being here either.... must have been rough. She really didn’t show it if she did, always having a cheerful and playful tone, except for this one instance. You wondered how well you were hiding yours.

“Enough being sad, you came here for coffee so let’s have it.” She breaks the silence, and presents two cups with generous amounts of coffee. Actually, you came here for your umbrella, but you decide not to remind her of that fact and just accept her coffee. “So moment of truth, let’s find out if my coffee is actually good or I’ve just been gaslighting myself for the past 2 years.” Both of you take a sip of her coffee.

“Well... it’s certainly coffee.” You reply, then immediately wondering if you should have just lied. “Huh? I didn’t expect that.” She says, a bit dejected, but continues, “Well, you’re gonna have to make do with it.” The two of you finish drinking down the rest of your cups.

“Let me remove my hoodie, it’s already hot enough in here.” She says and takes off her hoodie in front of you, and frees up her hair, now in just her pink dress and flowing hair like you were imagining earlier. She looks more angelic than you were expecting somehow, even with minimal makeup after what seemed like a long day at her work. You couldn’t help but stare a bit too long.

“What are you looking at? Want me to get you one of these dresses? I think you would look good in this too.” She teases you, as you break away from staring and reply to her. “Why not just give me this one? I gave you my gloves and umbrella after all.” She moves closer to you. “How about I give you something else in return?” She says, in a low whispering, almost erotic tone.

“Hmm, like what?”

She leans in even closer, and her lips catch yours in an expected kiss. You are taken aback, as she pulls away. “Wait... was it not okay? I’m so sorry...” she stumbles, before you reply to her by kissing her back, erasing all suspicions from her mind. The kiss is innocent initially, but quickly turns lewder. Your tongue entering her mouth as her lips part, your tongue playing with hers in a lewd dance, as you taste all of her.

She tastes like sweet honey, and makes you let out a soft moan as you throw an arm around her neck and pull her in even closer to you. Her hand begins at your chin, and travels down your chest, slowly caressing you, before finally resting on your bulge, which was quickly growing harder and harder for her. Your other arm travels down her back, then catching her cute ass, which you squeeze softly, making her moan.

Pulling away from the kiss, you ask her, “You like that baby?”

“Yes I do.” She replies in a very soft, submissive tone, which turns you on even more.

“If you’re gonna give me the dress, we’re gonna have to take you out of it."

“That seems logical.” She replies and begins to fidget with her zipper, before you help her and get it all off her and throw it on the chair, adding to the already big pile of clothes. She’s in a soft pink bra, matching her dress, and black panties. You bring one hand down to her panties, and can see that it’s already dripping in her wetness.

With your other hand you tease her boobs over her bra, before unhooking her bra and throwing it off into the unknown. You circle your fingers around her nipple, and then bring your mouth near it. You start softly sucking on her nipples, as the slightest touch seems to stimulate her a lot, making her moan loudly and suppress various curses.

“Let’s head for your bedroom~ Look like we’ll defenitely be needing one tonight, and not just for sleeping.” That makes her giggle, and she grabs your hand and pulls you towards her bedroom. Entering, you lock the door, and the room is somehow even more of a mess than her living room.

You just push away the clothes, then softly push her on the bed. She tugs at your shirt, indicating she wants you out of clothes too. With her help, soon you’re out of your shirt and pants, with your cock almost wanting to burst out of your boxers already with how hard it is. She rubs her hand over your boxers, teasing your cock.

“My my~ You’re so hard already.”

“All because of you, baby.”

“Yeah baby? Why don’t you show me exactly how turned on I’ve gotten you.” Even the way she said baby in a sing-song voice made you feel like it was laced with honey, or maybe it was poison, but it seemed to make you addicted to it either way.

She continued rubbing your cock over your boxers, almost wishing it would come out like magic if she did. You fulfill her wishes and pull down your boxers swiftly, as your cock pops for her.

“It looks very pretty.” She says.

“Since when do cocks look pretty?” You laugh.

“Since today.” She says and wraps her fingers around your cock slenderly, and begins softly stroking you up and down. It was clear she didn’t have much experience with this, as she seemed to be doubting herself while doing so. “You’re doing well baby, you can hold it tighter if you want~” You encourage her. That instantly makes her more confident and her face brightens up.

She responds so cutely to praise, you think. She starts stroking faster and holding you tighter. She spits on her hands, and gently rubs it all over your cock, making sure not to miss a single spot. Her hands just glide over your cock now, making you feel even better as you begin moaning for her softly.

She brings her mouth closer to your cock and starts licking you with her tongue, going up all the way from your balls to your tip, spreading her saliva all over your cock. You place a hand on her head, caressing her hair, which makes her release another cute moan, and she places her lips around your cock. Firstly sucking on your tip, before taking the entirety of your length inside her mouth.

It hits the back of her throat, making her gag a little, although she quickly recovers. She bobs her head up and down on your cock, her tongue swirling around it as you moan louder and louder. Every moan you release and every time you caress your head it makes her more confident, as she sucks on you faster and faster.

After sucking for a while, she releases her mouth from your cock and stops for a pause, catching her breath. “You’re tired already baby? The night is just starting.” You tease her. “Not a chance.” She replies before taking your cock back in her mouth, for another round of sucking.

Her spit now drips out from her mouth, dripping down to her chest, making a mess. Her face and your crotch are both wet with the same thing now. She takes a break for the second time, more out of breath now as she takes heavy breaths with saliva still stretching out from your cock to her mouth.

“That’s enough babe~ Let me return the favour now.” You say and push her down with her head on the pillow. Your fingers reach her panties, and now they have no semblance of ever being anything but a wet dripping mess of her juices. You slide those panties down, exposing her pussy which looks just as cute as her, glistening with wetness.

You slide one finger in, as her juices coat your fingers. You shove the finger in your mouth and taste her juices. “It tastes like sweet nectar.” You tell her. “Don’t you want more of that where that came from, baby” She teases you.

You do, so your mouth goes down to her panties, and you spread your tongue across her pussy. Licking all across, getting a taste of her juices directly, as it makes her moan. “Fuck.” You slide a finger in her pussy at the same time, and start fingering her pussy, your fingers slick with her juices.

You reach her clit with your tongue, and every lick on it stimulates her to the point that she’s screaming. “Fuck! You’re doing so good! Don’t stop... Please don’t stop...” You can feel the neediness in her voice. Her neediness to cum for your mouth. You insert one more finger, and you’re alternating between sucking and licking on her clit, with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

You could tell she was getting close with how she was twitching and basically grinding her pussy on your tongue faster than you could lick her. You don’t stop, listening to her desperate moans begging you to keep going.

You insert a third finger when you sense she’s about to cum. She begins squirting as she finishes, her liquids bursting out from her pussy and making a mess on your face, and wetting the sheets of her bed and the clothes around with her liquids. She holds on to your hair indicating you to keep going, and you do it till she’s made the entire bed wet with her juices.

“Fuck... you are so good at that...” She remarks, breathless. “Seems like you wanted to make an even bigger mess on my face than my cock did on yours.” You tease her. She just giggles before replying. “I hope we’re not done yet though.... I still need to feel your cock somewhere else.”

“Yeah? Where do you need to feel it?”

“You know where.. dont act silly” She says, blushing and looking down.

“Winter miss I think you’re well beyond the point of acting shy. Say it or you’re not getting it.”

“I need it in my pussy. I need it deep in my pussy. I wanna feel every inch of your cock in me.”

Hearing her say the thing you wanted to do most to her made you gather all your energy for perhaps the last round of the night. You get on top of her again. Lining up your cock with the pussy you just made squirt all over. She looks in your eye with lustful desire. Her eyes conveying all her deepest wants with nothing hiding it. Yet she somehow managed to look like the cutest girl in the universe. You weren’t sure how. You move your hips forward. She was so wet that your cock slipped right in.

Her pussy was tight, and she wraps her legs around you, not willing to let you go till you give her what she needs so badly. You comply, beginning to move your hips with a rhythm. She places one hand on your chest and pulls your body closer to her. She wants your body close to her. She wants your body ON her.

You catch her lips with yours as you continue thrusting. By this time both your faces and mouths are messes, but neither of you could care less, and the kiss is more intense than last time as you continue fucking her pussy.

She moans through the kiss, her moans escaping into your mouth and she gets loud for your cock in her. As you pull away from the kiss you can hear just how much moans she’s been suppressing. The sounds of your thighs clapping against hers was loud, but her moans easily blow over all of them.

“Fuck baby, your cock feels so fucking good.” All the honey in her baby is now gone. This one is driven by pure unadulterated lust.

You could listen to her moans for years. But you couldn’t keep going for years. All good things come to an end, and you could feel you were close to cumming. “I’m close Winter.” You let her know. “I want it IN ME. Please. Please.” She begs and wraps her legs tighter around you. Not willing to let go either way. You wanted to cum in her anyway.

She intertwines her fingers with yours and holds on to your palm tightly. “Cum in me baby. I want you.” She clenches her pussy around your cock tightly, which makes you release. Your load flows into her pussy filling her up, cumming more than you thought you could cum. As you move your hips back you can watch how much you came in her, with it now dripping out of her.

The two of you try to clean up (as much as you could after that tiring session) and cuddle into each other’s arms trying to fall asleep. You remember what she told you at the end of your first meeting. “I hope you get all the good things in life.” You think you already did.

[bbsmuts]

Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

A/N: I'm writing this to fill in the gap between Mistaken Identity and the upcoming Field Trip finale, which will likely be a couple of months. It was a suggestion by @xiaoondc in light of Somi's appearance at the Tottenham Hotspurs meet & greet. I personally am in favor of the team because my man Son Heung-min plays for them. So consider this a filler smut for the long waiting period. I was originally meaning for this to be a quickie, like 2-2.5k, but I got a little carried away.

Unfortunately all my readers will have to suspend reality a little bit for two reasons. A, because Premiere League games happen in England, and Somi lives in Korea. B, because she'd likely get arrested for what she does in this one. So let's ignore that little snag and those pesky laws and read on. In addition to that, some parts of this were written without a whole ton of thought behind them, since this was never intended to be a long and drawn-out process.

This one will be a little more detailed and a little more accurate than After-match Entertainment, since I actually know how football works (soccer for all you dirty Americans), so I can actually write more of the game into it. Cheers.

And yes, there will more than likely be a part 2 with the Somi x NBA thing.

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, degradation

Tags: Flashing warning (but literally), gangbang, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, spitroasting, DP, degradation

BRRRRRT

Somi's alarm jolted her out of her sleep instantly, the loud tone sending her heart rate through the roof as it always did when she was awoken from sleep suddenly.

"Whatsit..." She mumbled, picking up her phone and looking at it disdainfully. "Come on, it's too early to get up..."

The alarm note read "Don't forget the game, dumbass" and she immediately flew out of bed, suddenly more energized. There was a Tottenham Hotspurs vs. Aston Villa game happening that she had tickets to, and she didn't want to be late.

After speedily getting dressed and doing the quick essentials of her makeup, she went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat before she left. After bolting down her halfassed breakfast she hopped in her car and left, excited to see the Spurs playing in person.

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She arrived at the stadium a few miles dow the road later and had to stop and take in the size of the place; it had to be at least 150 feet tall and probably 400 feet long, a truly massive building.

She had her ticket scanned and headed up to her seat, which was located in a private box in the grandstands. She didn't like being in the crowd because she had sensitive ears and all the screaming made her head spin. So she preferred to be by herself. There was still a good fifteen minutes before the game started, and in about ten the players would be lining up on the pitch.

She talked a little to her best friend Eunbin, who unfortunately hadn't been able to make it, before the players were lined up on the pitch and she had to leave the call to see the action. Five minutes before the game, the team captains were to come to the sidelines for the coin flip to decide who got the kick off. As Son Heung-min, who she'd had a crush on for all of her teenage years and still thought was extremely hot, came jogging over to where the referee was, she couldn't help but mentally note the sculpted facial features, the lean and fit body beneath the tight jersey.

"Damn, he's so fine," she murmured to herself, imagination already jumping to filthy thoughts of what she'd let him do to her. Hell, for that guy? She'd do anything. Her mind showed her images of him choking her until she couldn't breathe, spanking her ass until it's red, pulling her hair, fucking her so nice and deep, ohh god yes...

The coin flip was completed and Tottenham got the kick off, so Son and Richarlison were the two who ran to the center of the field, waiting for the ref's whistle to start. The rest of the players took their positions around the pitch and waited as well; after a moment, in which the fans kept up their deafening roar, the whistle was blown and the game began.

Richarlison passed it to Son, who made a move forward past Barkley of Aston Villa, who'd tried to block him. Swiftly and expertly, he weaved and dodged his way between all the Aston Villa defenders and made an appreciable shot at the goal, but it was caught by Martinez, the goalkeeper. The Spurs fans let out a terrible groan, but it did nothing to dissuade the vigor of the team's players. Ignoring the missed goal, they waited for Martinez to throw it back into play.

—————————————————————————————————— A/N: Now, there's a reason I'm not a sports journalist, trying to write out what's usually a mostly uneventful 90 minutes isn't something I want to do here. Xiaoondc and I have planned to make that 90 minutes far more interesting, but for time's sake I'm going to skip around in the game so we're not all here reading a play-by-play of an imaginary game. So for the moment, let's say that it's the 77th minute, and Tottenham are tied with Aston Villa at 2-2. ——————————————————————————————————

It was beginning to look, to Somi, as if the Hotspurs might not win this one. Son, Johnson, and Solanke had been making some spectacular attempts, Son having scored twice, but Martinez's keeping was superb today. Likewise, Aston Villa's forwards had been putting forth a valiant effort against Vicario, but he had held strong and only conceded two goals.

There were only thirteen minutes left in the game, which meant someone needed to score for Tottenham. The trouble was, they were starting to lose focus and Aston Villa was taking advantage of that. If only there were something she could do about it, Somi thought.

And then, it clicked.

There was something she could do. It was risky, risky as hell, but in her mind entirely worth it. After all, she was in a private booth which would, logically, only be visible to people on the field, and...the entire other half of the stadium. The thought, depraved as it was, send shivers running through her and made her pussy wet. But amidst her thought, she saw Son get the ball and make a run down the outer left corner, and the Aston Villa defenders were closing on him...

The want to do it overtook her and with a deep breath, she mustered up her courage and pulled her shirt up, exposing the naked breasts of Jeon Somi to about 20,000 people.

Her mind, having been silent, was not screaming at her to cover herself up, sending the humiliation chemicals to her amygdala. But in the humiliation and risk, she found a thrill that suddenly had her practically panting with lust. With bated breath she waited, her own shirt covering her eyes, and she heard the Aston Villa fans across the pitch groan and then cheer. Confused, she lowered her shirt to watch the replay of whatever happened on the big screen on the other side. The eyes of Nedeljković, an Aston Villa defender who'd been about to steal the ball from Son, slid up to what was obviously her box and he slowed hugely, letting Son through with the ball with an expression of rapturous lust. Son made a great shot, but it was again blocked by Martinez, hence the cheers. Somi looked down at Nedeljković, whose teammates were throwing their hands up in real time, not knowing what he'd seen.

Confidence in her tactic increasing in light of her small victory, she retreated from the window and waited. She'd distracted Nedeljković for the second Son needed to get through, and if he could put the ball into the goal past Martinez, that would almost certainly guarantee the Spurs' win. Approaching the 82nd minute, both teams seemed to be getting more desperate. They started to get rougher, more agitated, and Villa came close to scoring twice. But then Somi's moment arrived, and Richarlison got the ball and sent it down the outside right. Taking another, deeper breath, she slid her pants and panties down her legs and propped herself up on the handrail guarding the window, sticking her ass out towards the crowd. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the defenders were too focused on keeping him out to look up at her (for all intents and purposes let's say she's in a private box near their end of the field), but she saw Richarlison give a split-second glance at her, and whether it was due to her or not, he suddenly ran faster, and making it past the defenders, slammed his foot into the ball and sent it speeding towards the goal's unprotected left side.

But Martinez was too quick. He sprang to the side and swung his right foot into the ball to counter. It soared across the pitch to the waiting feet of a Tottenham midfielder, who was immediately swarmed by opponents and teammates.

Somi quickly stripped, tossing her clothes aside. Approaching the window again, she was acutely aware of phones being turned to her, fingers pointing, eyes drinking in her naked body through the glass, making her blush even harder.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought, heart pounding as she stood naked before the eyes of thousands. What if I get caught? What if they put me on the news?

But she couldn't lie to herself. If she was to be honest, she knew that she wanted to be caught, she wanted to have everyone know Somi as the slut who flashed tens of thousands of people just to help her team win. And most of all, she wanted Son to see her and know it was her.

The 89th minute. Richarlison came into possession again and took it down the same way as last time, but something was different. Son was running parallel to him up the middle-left side, and Somi knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch-effort, she swung her legs over the rail, propped herself up on it, and spread her legs wide, pushing her feet against the walls on either side for balance.

Somewhere amidst the immediate shame and embarrassment she felt, she registered the sound of the entire opposite side of the pitch collectively gasping and saying "woah". Looking down, she saw the Villa defenders get distracted by the sound and throw questioning glances around, until they spotted her. Mouths dropping open in shock, the lost their concentration and let Richarlison through. It worked! she thought, but instead of shooting for the goal, he sent it to the center, chipping it up over the heads of the starstruck Villa defenders. Son, perfectly positioned, jumped into the air, leaned back, and kicked the ball directly into the top-right corner of the goal, and landed the flip on his feet.

The stadium exploded, the yells of the players entirely drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and the ref's whistle blew three times to signify the end of the match. Son, yelling "YES!" with the rest of his teammates, was borne onto their shoulders. Jumping up and down with elation while the Villa players shook their heads and beat the air with their fists, they made their way over to the sideline, where they all hugged each other and beat Son on the back.

His eyes traveled up the grandstands to her box. She blushed furiously and nearly fell off her perch as she saw his gaze linger on her body before he smiled and nodded a silent thanks to her. Ready to swoon, she got off the rail and got dressed again, silently jubilant that her tactic had worked and, more importantly, Son had noticed her. And looked at her. While she was naked.

The mere thought was enough to make her exultation die down and replace it with pure lust. Undoubtedly there would be a lot of posts about what she'd just done, and a lot of speculation about whether or not it was her. A hot media debate that wouldn't die down for a long time.

Leaving the stadium, she was almost immediately spotted and pointed out by reporters. She realized she'd forgotten to put her mask back on, but she wasn't opposed to an interview.

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

"Miss Jeon, would you be so kind as to spare us a moment of your time?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Somi nodded. "Sure. And please, just call me Somi."

"Alright Miss Somi, who are you here to support today?" The mic was held up to her mouth once more.

"Tottenham."

"How do you feel about the game's results?"

"I'm quite happy with how the game ended, and I'm proud of my team for their incredible win."

"Miss Somi, there have been speculations that you were involved in something that has now gone viral, recognize this?"

Somi's cheeks blazed red as the reporter held up her phone, showing a blurred-out video of Somi's own body being flashed to the crowd.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Some attenders of the game have been saying online that it was you who was in the video, are they correct?" The reporter's eyes bored into hers.

"I'm a very avid supporter of the Spurs, but suggesting I was involved in any public indecency is quite ludicrous."

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

"I was simply passionately supporting my team, any rumors of my involvement in public nudity are pure conjecture."

Her avoidance of a definitive answer definitely did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose eyes narrowed before she concluded the short interview.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

Grinning to herself, Somi fished her mask out of her pocket and slipped it on before heading back to her car, feeling immense satisfaction in today's events.

...

Late that afternoon, her phone started ringing and she picked it up to see an unknown number calling. The Caller ID was someone named Ange Postecoglou.

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

"Good evening, this is Ange Postecoglou, team manager of the Tottenham Hotspurs. To whom am I speaking?"

"Jeon Somi," Somi said, ear-to-ear grin returning to her face. "How can I help you?"

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

He lowered his voice. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Somi didn't even need to ask what he was talking about.

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

"Well, I'd like to offer you my sincerest thanks for your...erm...assistance today. If not for you, I fear we would have lost."

"Ah, well," Somi said, sitting down on her bed and dangling her feet over the edge, "I just did what I could for my team."

"We'd like to offer you an exclusive opportunity to meet the team."

Somi paused the swinging of her feet, surprised and immediately overtaken with excitement.

"Really?!" She half-shouted, then blushed at her own reaction. "I mean, really?"

"Really." She could hear the amusement in his tone. "They'd like to, uh...thank you personally."

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

"A black limousine will be outside the Lotte World Mall at 6:30 pm sharp."

"Thanks, I'll be there."

After hanging up, she reverse checked the number and everything checked out, so, nerves jingling with anticipation, she waited the remaining hour and then got ready.

Having more time to prep herself for an outing this time, she selected her favorite and most revealing lacy black bra with matching panties. A short, ruffled black miniskirt and a skimpy red long sleeve crop top were her choices for outerwear.

(Yes, I know the outfit's not the same.)

Adding something a little hotter to her already done makeup from earlier and adding a subtle hint of her sexiest perfume, she gave herself the final touches to make herself as alluring as possible. And so, having prepared, she set out for the mall, which wasn't a far drive. She arrived at 6:27, parked her car near the mall, and waited outside it.

Only a minute later, a black limo with tinted windows and silver lining on them pulled up next to the curb, driver's side facing the sidewalk.

"Miss Somi?" The driver rolled down the window.

"That's me."

"Hop in."

She opened the back door of the limo and got in, immediately surprised by the quality of the interior. Beige leather seats, soft carpet padding, a massive moonroof spanning the entire ceiling of the car, several drink dispensers opposite the seats, a wine rack in the same place, and LED strip lights lining the entire thing. It was one of the nicest limos she'd ever been in, and after sitting down and giving the window separating her and the driver two taps to get him going, she quickly made use of the large bottle of whiskey sitting opposite her. Couldn't hurt to be a little tipsy meeting them.

A few minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a massive building that she could only assume was the Spur's training facility. The driver disembarked and opened her door for her, then led her in through the front doors of the facility, then through a few hallways and a set of double doors. The doors led her back outside to a football pitch, where six of the eleven players who'd participated in the game were lined up on the opposite side. Son, Richarlison, Solanke, Johnson, Moore, and Lankshear, Son in the lead.

The driver left them and Somi, heart pounding with excitement and lust, approached the eleven.

"Mannaseo bangapseumnida, Somi-ssi." Son said, bowing respectfully.

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

Inwardly, as she greeted all the others, she found it a little ironic to be addressing each other so politely when they were most likely going to be fucking her senseless momentarily. Their eyes roved over her body, which was barely concealed by her outfit and left almost nothing to the imagination. They seemed hesitant, unsure of her allowance. She reached up to the hem of her crop top and stripped it off, revealing the scanty, lacy bra underneath. Immediately they seemed to become more confident, now that she'd shown them that she had no reservations. They closed in on her, hands feeling up her torso and sliding under her skirt. She bit her lip as their hands explored her body, feeling her arousal increase. She was quickly surrounded, various hands tugging at her skirt until it slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

The only response she got was a powerful slap to her ass, which made her moan. Her slick was practically spilling down her thighs, a situation that did not go unnoticed by the team. Various filthy utterances filled her ears, the hands now roughly fingering her pussy making her gasp, pant and moan like she was in heat.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." She bucked her hips into the hands, feeling her bra being unclasped and her breasts being freed. Hands slid over them as well, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She sank to her knees, grasping and feeling up the rock-hard cocks in their shorts. They wasted no time in ridding themselves of the shorts, revealing 6 throbbing shafts waiting to be sucked dry.

Somi eagerly jammed the first one into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth passionately. She raised her hands to jerk off two more as more spanks rained down on her ass from behind her. Each slap send a thrill of pleasure-pain through her, and she relished in the sensation as much as she could while going down Solanke. He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled her head into his crotch. Pumping his hips into her face, driving his cock deeper into her throat, he made her gag and choke on the saliva she inhaled.

"Yes!" She cried as he let her take a breath, pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck my mouth harder daddy!"

He thrust back into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her throat was bulged. She moaned the fingers getting more daring with each passing second. Her breath hitched at the sensation of three fingers being pushed into her tunnel, her g-spot being ferociously fingered. Pleasure flooded her nerve endings, and her moans increased in volume, in desperation. The thrusts to her face got harder, faster, and she knew he was about to cum.

When a thumb pressed against her clit and circled roughly, she lost it.

Her orgasmic scream was muffled by the thick meat in her throat and Solanke's groan as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. She struggled to draw in oxygen past both blockages, and he pulled out to allow her to breathe.

She gasped in a breath and panted, letting herself fall back to the support of her arms. A large wet spot on the grass made it muddy where she sat, and before long they pulled her onto her knees.

"Please," she murmured as more fingers delved into her hypersensitive slit, the brutal thrusts putting her on edge again. "Please, I want your cocks so bad...please, daddy..."

A pair of powerful arms lifted her into the air, and from a glance over her shoulder she gathered that those powerful arms belonged to none other than Son Heung-min, who'd shed his shirt and shorts. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, making her eyes and mouth widen in pure shock and pleasure at the sheer size.

"Please, daddy," she moaned, feeling her hands being cuffed behind her back, "please fuck me! Fuck me so hard I scream and cum on your fucking monster, make me squirt for you, please!"

At this point Somi was shut up by the tip of Lankshear's pressing against her lips, which she opened obediently. Simultaneously, both of them pushed their hips forward, a lot of inches being pushed into both sides of her. She cried out into it, pussy being blissfully stretched out. She felt every inch, every centimeter, every throbbing vein and ridge.

And then they started moving from either side, the sound of skin slapping into skin echoing around the pitch. Her muffled moans, their groans, and the lewd schlicks of both his cock pumping in and out of her slick hole and the other four stroking themselves to the sight.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, trying to distract herself from or stave off the impending orgasm, but it was pointless. The way the veins on Son's shaft grated against her g-spot felt too good. Her moans turned to cries, which turned quickly to shrieks as the waves of pleasure tore through her, obliterating her mind momentarily. Lankshear pulled out momentarily to allow her to release the wail of pleasure that had built up in her lungs. Eyes rolling back, the sensation wracked her body and she squirted hard, drenching the group and Son's thighs with cum. She couldn't signal to Lankshear that she wanted his cock back in her mouth, so she rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to entice him. He took advantage of her tongue being out to achieve deeper penetration in her throat, meanwhile Son kept determinedly pumping away at her pussy. She could tell both of them were nearing orgasm; the telltale moans and "fuck yeah"s didn't do much to hide it.

Lankshear gave out with a groan and buried himself in her throat, choking her and spewing his cum deep down her gullet, delivering a hard slap to her face that only got her going more.

Free from the member bulging her throat, Somi could now fully vocalize the pure bliss she was feeling. Son pulled her upright so they were facing each other, and she felt the steel-solid cords of muscle flexing to hold her up.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes right there daddy!" She cried. "Oh my god, yes, right there, you're so big, I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking me so deep, I love it, yes!"

What took her by surprise was Bissouma coming up behind her and taking advantage of her ass cheeks being spread.

"God, that's so deep!" She groaned, three quarters of the big dick in her ass in one stroke.

Son took one hand off her ass and slapped it, earning a yelp from her and more natural lubricant down below. Both fucked her harder and faster, spanking her more, pushing her closer to her third orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, please!" He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth, and she threw her head back, humping into his thrusts desperately. "Ohh fuck yes daddy, please pound me harder, it feels so fucking good, yes! I'm cumming!"

"Jenjang, nado keuraeyo!" Son groaned, keeping up his pace. (Fuck, me too!)

He slammed her down onto his cock while jerking his hips up into her, reaching new depths inside her and firmly pushing into her cervix and causing her third orgasm.

"FUCK!" She saw stars as the pure sensation making fireworks explode in her brain. The orgasm ripped through her body like a gunshot, her nerves on fire with pleasure as she rode it out. She then registered their hot cum spurting into her womb and bowels, the surges of warmth triggering a fourth, mind-shattering orgasm. An overstimulated, moaning sob left her, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Son gave her supple cheeks one more spank before putting her down none too gently.

She lay still on the ground, chest heaving, covered in sweat. The mud she'd created smudged on her ass and back, having turned cool in the absence of her body heat. Her brain had checked out; there was no comprehensible thought running through it at all.

They allowed her a couple of minutes of recovery time, and when she noticed them approaching she sat up, biting her lip with half lidded eyes. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass, smirking up at them.

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

She left the compound with her holes fucked wide open, cum leaking out of every single one, and a fair amount still on her face. She'd decided to keep it there a little while for some selfies.

"I trust you had fun?" Her driver asked once she got back in the limo.

"I did. Back to the mall, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the quick drive back to the mall and the selfies she had wanted to take, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped inside the mall to wash off her face. Deciding to go for a little walk over the Jamsil Bridge in the cool night air, she started the entirely deserted footpath.

She was about two third of the way through the bridge when a group of men - very muscular men, Somi noted - entered the footpath from the opposite side. As they drew nearer, she recognized one of them. Then two, then three. Then all five of them.

"No way..." she muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized five of the Aston Villa players, Nedeljković in the lead. And none of them looked happy to see her.

"Well, well, well..." Nedeljković said, tone low and menacing. "Look what we have here."

"If it isn't Jeon Somi," said Torres, voice laced with anger, gesturing for the other three to surround her from the back. "The passionate Tottenham supporter."

"And dressed like she's heading to her night shift at the local whorehouse." One of the voices behind her said.

She took a step back from Nedeljković, a feeling of fear rearing its head inside her. Surely they wouldn't beat her up? A five on one? With cars watching?

But the cars weren't watching. The cars were on the uppermost section of the bridge, and the six of them were directly beneath, completely out of sight. The fear intensified.

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

She sensed the three behind her closing in as the two in front did the same; panicking, she turned around and tried to push through them, but their arms shot out and held her back. Nedeljković took her by the hair, bicep flexing with the force with which he was holding on, and pulled her head back to look at him.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did, Somi."

"Please," Somi whispered, not even attempting to escape for fear of further abuse. "Don't hurt me...

"Hurt you?" The entire group laughed, and he took her arms and pinned them to the fence wall she was backed against. "God, she's so naive. We're not gonna hurt you, you dumb bitch. Pretty little thing like you, we're gonna pay you back for what you did another way..."

Her eyes widened at the implication and her cheeks flushed red.

"No, please don't!" She struggled a little bit, to which he put a hand around her neck and pushed lightly. "Please...have mercy..."

Despite how scared she was of them, she couldn't deny that the position he had her in was making her very aroused. Being helpless like this, it turned her on to the point where she was literally trembling, cheeks flushed red and pussy wet again.

"Look at this, lads!" He said, grip tightening on her neck. "We haven't even done anything and this slut is already panting like a bitch in heat!"

His hand left her neck and trailed its way down her body, caressing her breasts, down her abs, and up her skirt, pushing a couple of fingers into her past the panties.

"Mmm~" She purred, biting her lip at the sensation and the fact that she was completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you like that, you little whore?"

"Yes~" She bucked her hips into his fingers, gasping, her eyebrows arching upwards as he roughly palmed her clit and rubbed her g-spot. "Oh fuck - oh my god yes - just like that~"

He slapped her face hard, making her gasp again, and kept fingering her.

"When I ask you a question, you address me properly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolled her hips into his hand desperately, already on edge from his skilled touch. "Oh, please, sir, keep going, make me cum!"

She moaned desperately, needily, begging for release, but his fingers disappeared at the last second.

"No, please!" She squeezed around pure air, whimpering at the absence of the fingers.

"Shut up." Another slap landed on her face. "I said we're giving you some payback, not rewarding you."

He turned her around, and she felt leather cuffs being secured into place on her wrists behind her back. The next second, three fingers had been shoved into her pussy again, making her cry out.

"Fuck, that's it...ooh yess sir please keep going, just like that..."

"Shut the fuck up and take it." He smacked her ass.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, wiggling it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, I'm cumming, fuck!"

But he pulled the fingers out at the last second, denying her the orgasm again.

"Fuck you!" She cried in frustration, an involuntary whine leaving her mouth again.

Quick as lightning, he darted around to where her face was and roughly grabbed her by the jaw, making her look at him.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Nothing!" She immediately became small and submissive again, made nervous by his aggression. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

He sat down on the ledge and pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt up over the swell of her hips.

"Now, you're going to learn what happens to bad little whores when they misbehave and talk back their owners.

He bent her over his knee and put his right leg over the backs of her knees, effectively trapping her, and started viciously spanking her over her panties, which did nothing to protect her ass from the relentless assault.

"Ow! Fuck! Sir, please, it hurts!"

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

Tears sprang to her eyes at the continued abuse of her pinkened cheeks, and she struggled a bit, which only earned her harder smacks.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"You better be fucking sorry!" He continued, heedless of her words.

And yet, in the pain of his powerful spanks, she felt her arousal spike. She arched her back into it, suddenly craving more punishment, more humiliation. She was totally, hopelessly turned on by the position she found herself in.

"Harder!" She begged. "Please, sir, punish me harder!"

"You hearing this slut?" He muttered to the rest of the team. "Begging for more punishment. Just a masochistic little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Her own submission driving her crazy with lust, she kept arching her back, wiggling her hips. He increased the force of the spanks, making her moan louder, and when he added the fingers back, she fell apart.

She barely recognized the voice that screamed out of her throat; it sounded most unlike her: high-pitched, desperate, needy. And in her body, among the orgasmic eruption inside, she recognized another feeling: Hunger. She wanted them, she wanted them a lot.

"P-please," she whimpered, her entire body hot and shaking, "please give me your dick, s-sir..."

"You hear that, lads? She wants our dicks."

"Please, sir," she almost whispered, eyes half-lidded, "I want it so bad..."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her, groaning at the tightness. He ripped off her panties, reached forward, and pushed them into her mouth; she could taste her own arousal and it only made her hornier.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, sir, I need it..."

Fast, hard, brutal strokes were what she got in return. The sheer force of each thrust pushed her forward and made her ass and breasts jiggle. Though muffled by her panty gag, her cries could easily be heard by all.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that sir! Ohh god it's so good, so deep inside me!"

He stopped momentarily, laid down under her so she was on top, and then resumed. A second cock pressed against her asshole and entered, making her double over, not expecting the sudden penetration. One of Nedeljković's hands reached up and grasped her throat and she bit her lip in arousal.

"Now, tell me Somi, are you ever going to do something like that to fuck up our game again?"

She shook her head, earning her a slap, which intensified her lust.

"Say it properly."

"No, sir," she moaned, "I won't, sir..."

"Good girl." She shivered. "You kept us from winning by doing that."

"Well, maybe if you'd – ohh fuck~...played better, you wouldn't have lost." She was playing with fire and she knew it, but it was worth seeing the surprised and angry look on his face. His hand closed on her face, pulling it close to his.

"You better watch what you say to me, slut."

"Get better at football."

He slapped her, grabbed her hips and started slamming his into them. Her moans turned to screams, her entire lower region being overridden by the sharp increase in pleasure.

"F-fuck, that's t-too much!" She cried, involuntarily bucking her hips, her body betraying her words. "S-so good!"

He ignored her and , keeping the impacts in time with his thrusts.

"Care to take that back?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!" She was going to cum again and she knew it, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. She reveled in the harsh treatment, in the submission they required from her, that she so willingly gave. The throbbing in her asshole intensified, and another torrent of warmth shortly followed a groan, leaving Nedeljković as the last one in the game.

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, make me squirt for you!"

"If that's the best you can do then I don't think you want to cum. You'll have to beg me."

He slid himself out from under her and stood, his cock resting on her face as she knelt and looked up at him.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, I want to cum so bad! I want to squirt on your big dick, I need you to fuck me and make me cum again, please~"

"Oh, you need me to? Well, if you insist..."

He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before entering her again in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

"Oh god yes," she groaned, feeling him push down on her head, ensuring she was under his control. "So fucking big..."

"Keep your pretty head down, Somi," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver with arousal.

"Yes, sir," she moaned breathlessly, trying to buck up into him to impale herself deeper. Her shouts and his grunts reverberated around the footpath, and she did nothing to stop them. Dimly, she recognized the feeling of the cuffs being taken off her, and she pushed herself up with trembling arms.

"Oh yes, fuck my little pussy harder!" He reached around, pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit, and rubbed hard, sharply spiking her pleasure. "Ngghh fuck yes! So deep, yes, yes, please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

His fist closed on her hair again, the vicelike grip unyielding. It took only a few moments before she herself closed like a vice on his cock, and she gave a wild yell as a stream of cum sprayed out of her. He grunted, breathing out heavily in an almost-groan as his own cum spurted deep into her.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She breathed like she'd been running for miles, and her arms folded under the weight of her own upper body.

"God damn..." Nedeljković commented, getting dressed again, "Much as I hate this bitch's guts, she is a good fuck. Cuff her to the fence."

Wait, what?! She was woken from her stupor by the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up and dragging her to the fence, directly into the view of traffic. The leather cuffs clicked into place, leaving her sitting on the concrete with her arms above her head, and she was too weak to resist.

The three who hadn't fucked her stepped forward, finally unleashing their loads on her. Thick shots of cum streaked her thighs, abs, breasts, and face, the last few landing in her obediently open mouth. The three quickly got dressed and her brain was immediately awake as hell when they started walking away.

"Wait! I'm still here!"

"Yeah, we know." Nedeljković called over his shoulder. "I wonder how long it'll be before someone finds you?"

"Let me go! Please!"

They ignored her pleas and she settled back down, resigning herself to it. A flash of white caught her eyes, and she looked up just in time to see a phone being stowed back away before the car drove past.

"Great," she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot. "Guess it's gonna be a long night."

...

A/N: Yeah, I did just leave her there for all the traffic and walkers to see. Thanks for reading!

[slytherinslut0]

Fred & George Weasley- Ours

Word count: 5k

Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"

George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.

Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.

"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."

"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.

You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.

Pissing them off more only added to the fun.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."

"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"

George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."

Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."

Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."

Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."

"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."

Your breath hitched. "Oh..."

"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."

Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.

As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.

Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."

Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."

"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.

Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.

George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.

"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."

You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.

"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.

You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.

"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."

Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"

Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.

"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."

With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.

"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."

You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.

Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."

George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.

"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."

Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.

Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"

Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."

"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.

"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"

"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."

Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.

George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"

You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."

George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"

Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."

George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.

"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.

You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"

Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.

"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up  and off your trembling body.

Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.

"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"

The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.

"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."

George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."

Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.

George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.

After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"

As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.

"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."

"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."

George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.

Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"

You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"

"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."

Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."

"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"

His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.

"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.

You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.

Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.

"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."

As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.

"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.

"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."

As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.

George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."

Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"

As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.

With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."

"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."

He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.

"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."

Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.

George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"

Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."

Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"

Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.

"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."

Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.

"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."

"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"

Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.

"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."

Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"

Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.

"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."

Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.

"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.

George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.

"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."

Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."

The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.

"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."

When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.

"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."

Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."

George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"

You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.

"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"

Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"

"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."

With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.

Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"

Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."

Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"

The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."

"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."

When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.

"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.

"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."

Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.

"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.

George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."

Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.

"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"

Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.

For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.

"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."

As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.

"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"

You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."

[hitomisuzuya]

NSFW Yandere! Venti headcanons. Fem!reader. Smut. Obsessive behavior. Breeding kink. Aphrodisiac.

These were supposed to be with the Yandere!Xiao Headcanons I wrote for @xxventiswindblumexx but my dumb ass got too excited and posted without adding Venti's headcanons. Also tagging @kichikichiko and @that-one-gay-writer1227

All it took was one mention of you wanting to draw Dvalin because you thought the dragon was beautiful.

"I want to draw Dvalin," you told your friend, "He deserves to appreciated for all he has been through."

After that, Venti was fixated on you.

He needed to know everything and anything about you.

He did a bit asking around. He found out some of your art had been published into a few light novels as illustrations.

Venti went and found every novel that had your art in it at Yae Publishing House. We went under a different name as an artist, but it had been easy to figure out it was you.

Just ask the right person with a few drinks and he found out what he wanted to know.

In fact, all that information had come from your friend. Three glasses of a fruity flavored wine and she told him everything he asked.

She didn't say where you lived or worked though, even when he reworded the question to indirectly get the answers he wanted. Your friend must be smarter than he gave her credit for. Venti had to admit he was frustrated.

So Venti constantly hung around Mondstadt, watching from his Statue in front of the Cathedral for a good vantage point until he caught sight of you.

He released dandelion seeds into the air that would tell him where you were at all times, relaying that information to him via the wind.

How lucky for him one day when he saw some men harassing you in the street.

"I'll have you know that it's rude to talk a lady in this manner. Now be gone," Venti looked totally sweet and innocent, even easy going, but on the insider, there was a storm of anger inside of him.

You shouldn't have to hear such lewd comments even though he thought the same things they'd said to you outloud.

Not in a crude way. But a romantic way.

Cause see, he finally noticed how perfect your hips were for carrying children. His children.

Getting you pregnant became his newest obsession. It was all he thought about. He even read every book about pregnancy he could get his hands on. And he hadn't even taken you out on a single date yet.

Your first date turned into a second date and then a third.

As the months passed, Venti couldn't take it anymore.

He gave a certain alchemist a recipe to make. It was just a harmless wine sweetener. At least that's what Albedo thought.

You didn't even taste anything when he slipped it into your wine.

"So, tell me, do you want children?"

It was an innocent question, one brought up disguised in idle conversation. He waited until he saw the aphrodisiac start to take effect.

Even if you said you didn't want kids right now, you surely would say yes because of how you were feeling.

To his delight, not only had you said yes, but you also asked him to take you home because you were feeling warm and needy.

Venti waited until you were on your knees, moaning with your lips around his cock to tell you, "How would like to carry the children of the Ameno Archon? It would be a high honor, don't you think?"

You struggled to nod as Venti pushed his cock to rest into your throat.

The aphrodisiac made you so sensitive. Even after he cummed inside of you, you still begged for more. Like you needed it. Like you craved it.

Like he craved you.

You even begged him to cum down your throat more than once.

It seemed you were absolutely insatiable that night.

And that was fine with him.

He fucked his cum back inside of you as many times as you asked. Provided you begged for it and worshipped him like a god blessing you with a privilege.

[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x f!reader.

abby comes home with a surprise. (or, abby fucking you with a double strap-on.)

warnings: smut, double strap-on, fingering (r!receiving), praise (r! receiving), reader has one (1) orgasm.

a/n: this was requested but i can't find the request in my inbox anymore. ugh. also, i love this concept sm !! never knew double strap-ons were a thing before this request. so thank u anon !! 💌 i made a taglist form! if you want to be tagged in next fics, all you have to do is fill out the form. thank u to the anon who suggested it! 🫧🫧

abby comes home later than usual. "baby?" she calls for you, walking to your shared bedroom. she finds you laying down on the bed, reading. you turn around and smile at your girlfriend. "abby!" she comes closer and kisses you softly. "you're late. was there traffic?" she shakes her head and grins. "got us a little somethin', pretty." you raise your eyebrow, what could she have possibly gotten, for the both of you?

only then do you notice the bag she has in her hands, it has the logo of your local sexshop. you look at her and smile. "what did you get?" you say, all excited to see what she bought. she sits down next to you and gives you the bag. "open."

you look through the bag; cleaning wipes for toys, some lube. and a box. "what's that? double strap-on?" you ask, opening it up. "a strap with two ends? like a double dildo?" abby nods. "mhm. except i can wear it, can thrust into you with it." she kissed your forehead. "you okay if we try it?" you nod. "words, sweet girl."

"yes, abby." and with that, abby pulls the strap out of the box. "hand me a wipe, baby." she cleans the strap.

"on the bed. gotta see if my girl's wet enough for me." you lay back down, looking at her as she takes off her shirt and unbutton her jeans. she looks up at you as she takes your pants and underwear off. "oh, look at that. haven't even touched you and you're already gettin' wet, baby." she says, putting her index between your lips. she fingers you for a few minutes, making sure you're wet enough for her strap. you buck your hips as she pulls her fingers out. "that's it. we don't want her to cum too soon, now, do we?" you whine.

abby takes her pants off, then her boxers. you almost whimper at the sight – her perky breasts, her hairy pussy, all for you to admire. abby rubs her clit in front of you, biting her plush bottom lip. "fuck, can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl."

she takes the strap in her hand. you get on all four, facing her. she taps your cheek, a signal for you to open your mouth. "gonna make you suck it a little, is that okay?" you nod. "good girl. now, open."

she slides the tip in your mouth. "that's it, wet it f'me. so i can fuck myself with it." you start to suck the silicone cock.

once she's sure the strap is wet enough, she puts it on. you help her tighten the harness around her hips and guide the tip to her folds. abby holds the other side of the strap, pushing it. "fuck..." she moans as it disappears between her lips. you can't help but stare at it. the way she's wrapped around the cock. "baby, need you to get on your stomach." you obey.

abby lets out some moans as she feels the silicone cock moving inside of her with each movements she makes. she makes sure to put some lubricant on your side of the strap, just in case. "ready, baby?" she asks, starting to push in. you nod and moan as she pushes the strap in. "that's it. good girl." abby moans once she's deep inside of you. "fuck, baby..." she pulls out and thrusts back in, her side of the strap fucking her just right, the silicone part that connects the two cocks rubbing against her clit just right. she grabs your hips and starts fucking into you. "abby!" you yell out. obscene wet sounds fill the room as abby fucks you. she lets out groans and presses her nails into the skin of your hips. "take it, pretty girl. take this fuckin' cock. oh, that's it." she moans as her side of the strap hits her sensitive spot. she's now mindlessly fucking into you, selfishly reaching for her orgasm. "fuck, pretty pussy gonna make me come, baby!" she lets out a few whines.

she quickly realizes – she can't let herself cum before you. it's something she established at the beginning of your relationship. you always get to finish before her. no matter what. she slows down her movements, slowly thrusting in and out of you, her hand on the small on your back. "why'd you slow down?" you look back at abby, pushing your hips back. "need to make you cum first, baby." she pulls out. "on your back, sweetheart." you lay down on your back. abby smiles at you, her face all red. "look at you... s'pretty." she kisses you, putting her tongue into your mouth as she pushes the strap inside you once more. you moan against her tongue, starting to suck on it. she starts to thrust back into you, and gropes your tits. "look at them, wonder how you'd react if i just..." she lowers her head and starts to suck on one of your nipples as she moves inside you. she moans against your nipple once the tip of her strap finds the right spot again. her tongue swirls around your hard nipple. you wrap your arms and legs around abby, pushing her deeper inside of you. "mhm, gonna cum, abs." you say, as she thrusts faster. "yeah? gonna cum on my fuckin' cock?" she groans as she feels the silicone deep inside her. she's so close, she just needs you to cum first. "cum for me, sweet girl. come on." she nibbles on your neck. "cum, baby. come on. or else i won't get to – finish." her hips stutter against yours.

you can feel it. it's coming.

another deep thrust and you're gushing around the silicone cock, moaning abby's name over and over. she fucks you through it, her head in your neck. "that's it. good girl, made a fuckin' mess, such a good girl. now, gonna let me use you until i cum?" you nod. she looks up at you. "baby, use your – words." she struggles. she doesn't wait until you speak, she can't help it.

she stands up, resting one of her hands on your lower stomach and the other on your hips. "you look so beautiful, sweet girl. i love you, love this pussy so much." she whimpers. "fuck, fuck. baby, 'm gonna cum." you moan as she uses your sensitive cunt. "please, abby, cum for me." you encourage her. she tilts her head back and thrusts faster into you, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. "fuck, feels s'good." she says as the silicone dildo reaches her sensitive spot once more. a few thrusts into you, the silicone pushed deep inside, and she's gone. she lets herself fall on you. "fuck, baby..." she's out of breath, baby hair sticking to her forehead, braid all messed up. your sweaty chests touch and she hisses when your nipples make contact. "you took it so well, pretty girl." she kisses you. you smile and and nudges her nose with yours. "feels good being full too, doesn't it?" she blushes and kisses your neck. "maybe next time i'll let you fuck me with the strap, baby, yes." she says, knowing you've been wanting to for a while now. "i'll make sure you come first." you answer.

taglist: @abbysprettygiiirl @bambishaven @bunniehrtz

[alexsoenomel]

Camping Shenanigans

Summary: You like both brothers and you decide to go camping for Sam's birthday.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI , implied smut, kissing, fluff

Word count: 4.9k

Note: Not beta read. It has been sitting in my drafts for months. Enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

"Camping? Are you serious?" 

"Yes, Dean, it's my birthday," Sam answered. 

"It was my idea," you chimed in as Dean shot you a death stare. "Kinda," You added.

***

It wasn't actually your idea. You just asked Sam a simple question:

“What’s something you always wanted to do but never had a chance to do it?”

He said camping. 

"Why do you ask?"

"Your birthday is coming soon!" You told him and stuffed your face with some scrambled eggs you decided to have that morning.

"So?" Sam was a bit confused. He never really cared much about his birthday. 

"Let's do something fun for your birthday. Every year is the same; Dean celebrates his birthdays hammered and dodging STDs like bullets, my birthdays are depressing because I'm always broke or sad or both, and yours…it's like you don't have birthdays." 

"So,do you wanna go camping for my birthday?" 

"Yes! And we can celebrate in nature with lots of alcohol." 

"I mean sure, but Dean's gonna –"

"Oh fuck what Dean says he's coming too."

***

"Kinda?!"

"It will be fun Dean, besides spending time in nature will be good for you," Sam said.

"Actually, concerning amount of booze and chicks with daddy issues are the only two things that are good for me, not this!" He still kept protesting.

"You're going, Dean!" Sam told him. 

"Fine, but if a snake bites me, I'm shaving your head!" 

"Yeah, yeah! Pack a bag, we're going tomorrow morning!"

"TOMORROW MORNING?!" Dean’s voice went an octave higher.

"Yeah, and I'm driving!" Sam smirked. 

"Not a chance," Dean simply said before taking a sip of beer. 

You and Sam found a wonderful campsite in Greenheart National Park in Wyoming and decided to book it, long before telling Dean. Two nights under the stars in the middle of nowhere sounded wonderful, but Dean still wasn't impressed. Even after telling him, it wasn't a traditional campsite – it had toilets, outdoor showers and all-inclusive breakfast, lunch and dinner – he still wasn't impressed. Dean being Dean - he was protesting and whining, right until you actually sat in his car and he started the engine. He didn't like the idea, but it was Sam's birthday tomorrow and he would go to the ends of the Earth for his little brother. 

The drive was long and seemed endless. Between trying to get comfortable, taking a nap, listening to music and eating snacks because of boredom, you couldn’t wait to spend time in nature and watch the stars. Sam was visibly excited, asking Dean every two hours where you were, explaining how to set up a tent, telling fun statistics about bear attacks which made Dean a bit uneasy. Sam’s inner child was slowly healing and yours was just happy to tag along. Dean's on the other hand…his inner child just wanted to get back to bed.

“This is going to be fun!” You laughed. “Dean, get ready to fight bears!” 

“Shut your mouth!” 

*****

After approximately 13 hours you finally arrived, far away from civilization. Everything was green, the sky was blue and the air was fresh. It was almost 9pm and even though it was May, it was a bit chilly.

"You will all get your tents, feel free to set up anywhere you like, but please don't go far away from the station," The bold man was speaking, aka the owner. He was a middle-aged man, very athletic and taller than Sam. Nice obnoxious smile too. "Dinner is in an hour and if anyone has to shower, showers and toilets are behind the gazebo. We will start the bonfire at 11pm if you wanna join. I'm making some good ol' homemade chips. Hope you enjoy your stay and please if you have any questions, concerns, I'm here."

"He seems nice," You whispered.

"Yeah, and bold," Dean added, clearly trying to sound funny. He tried and failed.

“He might be bold, but next to him you’re just a scrawny little bitch,” you clapped back, hoping it would sting him. 

“Ouch!” It did. 

Sam laughed.

*****

“So, do you want to share a tent?” You asked the brothers as they shared a look of concern. 

“Well…” Sam started, but was unable to finish his thought.

“Mmm..” Dean too.

They didn’t like the idea, so naturally you decided to go with it and ask the owner to give you the biggest tent he could find. “For the three of you?” The guy asked, pointing a finger at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. You were the last one to get your tent. Some people already found their spot and set up theirs.  

“Yes, the biggest one please. I don’t wanna be suffocated by these two.” 

The guy chuckled. “Roger that!” He then went into the storage room and started rummaging through his things. After a minute he came back holding a large black bag. “Here you go!” He said and tossed it to Sam. “That will do!” He also gave you three sleeping bags and you were off.

“Thank you so much!” You said. 

****

You found your spot far away from people next to a pine tree that was sticking out from the rest of the forest that was behind you. The hill was beautiful, grass perfectly cut, the sky covered in stars like freckles scattered all over, while the air felt colder than an hour ago.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Dean said, trying to see which part of the tent goes where, while you used the flashlight on your phone to guide him. 

“Let me!” Sam said and gathered all the poles in one pile. He read a thing or two about different types of tents and recognized you got the one with a porch aka ‘the fancy one’. 

“Well happy birthday Sammy!” You told him. “Congratulations on being one year closer to death!”

“Wow (Y/N), you sure know how to make a man feel like crap!” Dean scoffed. 

“What’re you talking about Dean? I praise him all the time. Both of you!”

“Yeah, praise my ass!”

“You do have a great ass!” You winked at him. Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms looking offended. 

Sam laughed at your joke. “Thank you, but it’s not midnight yet!”  ***

An hour later, Sam finally set up the tent and Dean was already on his second beer. This campsite was known for having unlimited amounts of booze and Dean was one happy camper when he found that out. Meanwhile Sam was really proud of himself for setting up his first tent. It was spacious and brand new. When you put the sleeping bags in, you realized you were going to get squished by the brothers. The tent was big, but not big enough.

You liked that idea, considering your long history of liking both of them and not being able to decide. It had been over ten years and you still couldn’t decide. They both had qualities you desired in a man and were special in their own way. Sam’s height and intelligence made you want to climb him like a tree and never get down, while Dean’s perfect smile and snarky humor made you want to make him whimper under you. They were childhood friends and lived across the street, and since your parents liked to hang out you would see them almost every weekend.

Once they moved across the country you still stayed in touch - texted and called every once in a while, but your heart was aching for them. You missed them dearly. It all fell into place once you saw Sam one random Monday morning on campus at Stanford and your shenanigans started again. Dean decided more education was too much for his brain, so he opened a small music store in San Diego and was doing surprisingly well. You started hanging out again, going to pubs, having movie nights, game nights…

You and Sam would also visit Dean and everything seemed to make sense once again. You were like three peas in a pod – same but slightly different.

Over the years you learned how to ignore your feelings and push those thoughts away, and yet sometimes you'd catch your stomach flipping every time they would bring up past relationships or flings. They both didn't want to settle down, and while you liked the idea of it, you were picky and hadn’t found someone who was worthy of you to settle down with.

"Shower and alcohol?" You asked Sam, since Dean had already showered and was now on his third beer.

"Yes please."

Showering in nature was a first for you. You thought you were going to freeze but surprisingly even though you did, it felt amazing on your skin. You enjoyed the wind making you shiver. 

“How was it, Sam?” You said, stepping out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Sam actually took the time and got dressed in the wooden shower cabin.

“Cold.” He answered, his voice shivering. His wet hair was slick back, a blue shirt accentuating his muscles, while the gray sweatpants he wore particularly outlined his cock, making it hard to focus.

The things I’d do to that man are ungodly and borderline illegal.

SNAP OUT OF IT!

“And refreshing,” You added. 

“You should get dressed before you get sick.” 

“Okay, mother!” You rolled your eyes and went back to the tent.

Anything for you, handsome!

***

Dinner was delicious – Dutch oven mac and cheese. Everybody got one big full plate and it was better than you could imagine; very salty and cheesy.

It was nice to sit and look at the bonfire while eating your favorite childhood meal but soon you just wanted to get away from the people and loud noise. You stuck around for a few minutes, watching the fire and chatting with a few nice girls you met while waiting for dinner before your social battery completely died. You excused yourself and left. You weren’t in the mood for small talk anymore – Sam and Dean were a lot better at it than you and they were a lot more social too. You decided to watch from afar and sit on the porch swing that was looking directly at the bonfire surrounded by people having a great time. You were sipping your beer watching the fire go wild as the bold guy threw a few branches, making it stable enough to actually start making his homemade chips in the skillet. You felt like a kid again. The beer was just enough to relax you even though the taste wasn't the best. The stars decided to shine that night, while the crescent moon was too shy to show its whole face.

“Having fun over there?” You heard a familiar voice and saw a shadow of a person approaching you. It was Dean. 

“Yeah, just don’t feel like talking to people,” you told him. 

He sat down next to you and put his beer bottle next to yours. You exchanged looks in semi- complete darkness and made a toast. 

“Cheers!”

“Happy birthday to Sam!” You said, looking at Sam who was talking to a guy much shorter than him.

“I swear it was yesterday he was learning how to walk,” Dean told you. 

“You sound like my mother,” You chuckled.

Your mind was getting tired and since the swing was made out of wood, you were struggling to get comfortable. Your head decided to rest on his shoulder as you took a sip of your beer, eyes still on Sam. Your hands wrapped around his arm as you lifted your legs on the swing. His arm was firm and he smelled too good for your own good – something between leather and pines surrounding you. He seemed to be tense though, or at least that was what you thought.

“Dean, I don’t bite, unless you want me to! Relax!”

You couldn’t see but he just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m relaxed!” 

“Well damn, you have been working out then!” You decided to compliment him. As much as you loved roasting him, making him feel good was also important to you. 

“Not so bad for a scrawny little bitch, huh?” 

“Shut up!”

***

The night was growing cold and you were getting tired. You didn't know the time, since your phone was back in the tent, but one thing you knew – it was time to go to sleep. The Winchesters were having a great time lingering in the crowd so you decided to leave them to have their fun and go to sleep. 

"Guys, I'm gonna go hit the sack!" You shouted from afar, since you saw, they were talking to someone – a man you didn't know and didn't want to know.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I'm tired! Good night, guys!" 

"Good night!" They said in sync.

You snuggled up in your sleeping bag, shivering from the cold and realized; since you were sleeping on the ground you won't be able to get one hundred percent comfortable so the only logical thing was to take melatonin for sleep. That magic pill could make any surface feel like clouds and on top of that made you actually have nice dreams, since you didn't dream as much.

You took one pill and chugged a good amount of water. You were out in about 45 minutes.

***

Sam's lips were on your neck, kissing, biting, making you shiver; while Dean's lips went lower and lower. You didn't know which name to moan first, hell, you didn't know where you were, but it was blissful and a whole lot of sinful.

Dean's lips reached your panties and before he moved them to the side, he placed a kiss making you squirm. Sam's large hands were playing with your breasts while he couldn't separate his lips from your neck.

As soon as Dean's tongue touched your throbbing clit, you arched your back in pleasure. He was slow, and with the combination of Sam's rough kisses, your body was overwhelmed and feeling nothing but intense pleasure.

"Dean!" You whispered. “Dean!”

"(Y/N)?" Dean mumbled, his eyes half open, even though he couldn't see shit. 

"Sam! Fuck!" This time, a whisper, sounding more like a light moan of his brother's name.

"You kiddin'?" He was now fully awake and fully aware you were in fact not trying to wake him up.

"So good!" 

"I'll be damned!" He whispered, not really sure what to do. Sam wasn't saying a word so he figured he was in a coma since he had too many beers a few hours ago. You were squished between them but somehow ended up being closer to Dean so he decided to snap you back to reality.

"(Y/N)!" He whispered, this time a little bit louder. "Wake the hell up!" He said, trying to shake you to wake you up.

"Huh, what?" You finally mumbled as he violently pulled you back to reality. It took you a couple of seconds to realize it was, all in fact, just a dream.

"You snore like a buzzsaw!" He lied.

"Oh sorry!" 

And without saying anything else, you both went to sleep. It took Dean a couple of minutes though, since he couldn't stop thinking about what he heard.

Dirty girl. 

Was the last thing he thought before passing out.

****

The next morning you woke up well rested but in pain. Your body felt stiff until you stretched and actually got out of the tent. It was cold during the night, the air was fresh, but with the first rays of the sun came the heat, and you weren’t awoken by the sound of your alarm, it was the heat and stuffy air. When you looked at your phone, it was almost eight in the morning and time for breakfast. You were alone in the tent, Sam and Dean were already up. You got your toothbrush and toothpaste and went to do your business. You couldn't stop thinking about the damn dream. It was too vivid for your own good. The way Dean kissed you with his perfect full lips, Sam’s hands on your hot skin, their moans, groans and big girthy co-

“Good morning, princess,” you heard Dean say as you waited in line to get your breakfast sandwich, still sleepy. He wasn’t a morning person whatsoever so hearing him sound this jolly was strange. 

“Morning,” you didn’t even bother to look at him as you turned around and went to find a place to sit. People were already chatting, having their morning coffees and enjoying the fresh air, while you struggled to exist. It was too early to think, too early to speak and too early to be a human. 

Dean followed you after he poured himself another cup of freshly made black coffee. 

You lazily opened your sandwich from the wrapper and took a first bite; ham, cheese, ketchup, lettuce…usual stuff. It was a little dry for your taste buds, but it wasn’t bad. 

“How did you sleep?” Dean asked, sitting next to you. 

“Like a baby,” You mumbled, chewing. You could feel his eyes on you, as you turned to look at him, he was indeed staring back at you with a little smirk on his face. “What?” 

“Oh I bet you slept real good,” he teased. His deep and raspy voice was too close to your left ear, sending shivers down your spine, all over your body. You ignored it.

“What are you implying, Winchester?” You asked, genuinely confused, not really thinking about…oh. OH! You remembered. The dream. Maybe he heard you mumbling in your sleep. Do I sleep talk? You still played dumb.

“Dream a little dream of me and Sammy, eh?” His smirk was still there, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You replied. “Where’s Sam?” 

“He went Dora the explorer around the park.” 

Sam was both night and day. He enjoyed both darkness and light. The darkness was for reading and the light was for hiking and jogging.

After you finished breakfast, you poured yourself a cup of coffee that was now lukewarm. It still tasted like coffee when it touched your lips and still gave you that kick you needed. 

Dean was still keeping you company for some reason, he was close, too close and kind of getting on your nerves. You had a feeling he wanted to ask you something but swallowed all the words in the English language. You assumed what he was curious about, you just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. We are our egos after all, and in time we learn how to tame that part of ourselves and not let it control us. You weren’t going to blush and get flustered in front of Dean Winchester.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked. 

“Did you dream about sleeping with me and Sam?” Dean evidently didn’t register your question. And he finally found the words. You choked on your coffee not expecting to be hit with a question. You didn’t expect that kind of question.

“You did!” He said as his face lit up in a second. 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” 

He was a child. A man-child. He wasn’t going to let it go, not until you confessed. Sighing in frustration, you calmly put down your coffee-stained mug and looked him in the eyes. They were beautiful, greener than the forest around you.

“I did,” you confessed. 

“Yeah, I know I heard you,” he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. He was beautiful but you still wanted to punch him in the face. 

“Can I drink my coffee in peace now, please?” 

“Yes, you may, sinner.”

The embarrassment you felt disappeared as soon as you saw Sam coming back from his little, to quote Dean, ‘Dora the Explorer’ adventure, all sweaty and ready for a shower. You weren’t embarrassed, you were horny. 

“Morning!” 

“Morning Sam!” You spoke. 

“Sleep well?” 

“Oh yeah, you bet she did!” Dean told him. You rolled your eyes.

Sam gave him a confused look not getting the joke. He doesn’t know.

“Awful, your brother kept making happy noises all night,” you lied. Figured you would get back at him for being a dick. Dean’s mouth slightly opened. 

“Dude, gross!” Sam’s reaction was more than welcome considering Dean hadn’t stopped annoying you ever since you had a bite of that dry sandwich. Once he left to shower, you turned to his older brother. 

“Don’t fuck with me!”

***

The day was cloudy and cold. Some people were playing board games and listening to music, some were reading their favorite books, while others went to explore the national park. You immersed yourself in the book you were currently reading, while Sam and Dean played Monopoly under the kitchen gazebo that wasn’t just a kitchen, it had a space for everything; space where you could sit and relax, a table, and two couches placed right across each other. A multipurpose gazebo: kitchen, dining room and a living room. Well, Sam was teaching Dean how to play and Dean was losing and cursing every few minutes.

“You were never good with money, Dean!” You chuckled, eyes still on the page you were reading.

“And you’re loud!” He sassed. You lifted your head to look at him and he just gave you a wink. You knew damn well why.

You elected to ignore it. 

Soon enough, it was lunch time: delicious goulash and for dessert, a slice of apple pie. 

“Warrior food!” Dean said, stuffing his mouth. 

He wasn’t wrong. The food was fresh and absolutely delicious. 

“Do you guys want to play volleyball after we eat?” Sam asked. 

“You’re joking?” Dean lifted his eyebrow. “I don’t do sports and I especially don’t do sports after lunch.”

“Grandpa!” You said and told Sam to count you in. 

 A few minutes later, the bald, good-looking dude came to say there was going to be another party, from 7pm to when everybody goes to sleep. He also said there was going to be lots and lots of alcohol considering it was a goodbye party. Dean was excited, you were too busy reading your book and Sam finally bankrupted his older brother. 

You ended up playing volleyball with Sam for almost two hours. He asked the bald guy if they had any volleyballs after lunch and the guy was more than happy to be of service. There was a small chunk of land which they turned into a volleyball court, far away from people who were hanging out around the gazebo and far away from Dean who decided to take a nap after eating too many slices of pie.

“Are you enjoying your birthday so far, Sammy?” You asked as you served him the ball which, he slammed a little too hard and it flew across your head. 

“Oops!” He said with an awkward smile. “Best one so far!” 

“Told you!” You raised your voice going a few steps away from the court to get the ball.

As you were playing and growing tired, you couldn't help but notice how tight his black t-shirt was, perfectly hugging his body as he started to sweat. His hair still a little damp, slick back and tucked behind his ears, his lower lip between his teeth trying to concentrate on the ball in the sky – the man was simply gorgeous. It was hard to concentrate on the damn game when your mind wandered.

How does his lips taste? Does he have a big dick? Probably. The man is huge. FOCUS! 

So many questions and no wins.

After losing 3:0, you decided to take a shower and get ready for the party. You were in the mood to drink and not get nervous around both brothers.

It was getting cold, so after a quick cold shower, you decided to wear your favorite pair of gray sweats and a very old Led Zeppelin hoodie your dad gave you a long time ago.

People already started drinking by the time you finished getting ready. 

"Hey, nice hoodie you got there!" Dean commented as soon as he saw you. One of the things you absolutely adored about Dean was his awesome music taste. You were both old schools. 

"You've seen me in this at least a hundred times Dean!" You chuckled. 

"And every time I'm going to tell you how awesome it is," he said proudly. "Where's Sam?" 

"Showering." 

"Again?" 

"Yeah, you know Dean, after physical activity you get all sweaty and gross," you told him and took a paper cup filled with red wine from the table under the gazebo. Suddenly, the familiar melody of Toxic by Britney Spears blasted through the speakers.

"It was sweaty and gross alright," Dean joked and like always, you rolled your eyes, and took a sip of the wine. It wasn't too sweet and definitely was cheap considering how watered down it was.

***

After three cups, you grabbed your fourth one as your vision started to blur. Your thoughts were scrambled, between being nervous because of Dean's annoying teasing, and not giving a flying fuck about anything and just wanting to let loose, but there was a sense of tranquility in them. You loved the idea of him knowing your dirty thoughts, and you loved even more watching Sam being simultaneously confused and stunning while listening to you two bicker. The alcohol wasn't helping you. The undying need to be in a delicious Winchester sandwich only grew stronger with each sip…

You saw Sam coming from the toilet after the shower and something in you snapped. You swallowed nervously before chugging the rest of the wine and decided to toss all the fucks you had out the window. 

“Hey, handsome!” You said, seeing his face change from content to a little nervous. You'd never called him that. 

“Hey!” Was all he could muster.

“In the mood for a drink?” 

“Sure,” he said. “But only one, and I'm out. I’m tired.” 

“Okie dokie.”

Sam's drink of choice was beer. Dean was somewhere in the crowd, nowhere in your sight. Perfect.

“Cheers!” He said. No matter how big or small his smile was, his dimples would always show on his cheeks and you found it adorable. He was adorable and his lips were much more kissable after almost four cups of wine. 

“Cheers,” you smiled back. “To you Sammy!” 

“I didn't tell you but you're a solid volleyball player.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “A solid player? Really? You won 3:0.” 

“Well, yeah because you're short, and for some reason your focus was nonexistent but your serve was excellent.” 

“I'm short?” You weren't offended by any means, he was in fact much taller than you, but still surprised he said it so bluntly. 

“Short and sweet?” He corrected himself with an awkward smile before taking another sip of his beer. 

“Sweeter than sugar, sugar,” you didn't know where that came from. It sounded kind of lame, you thought, so you quickly changed the subject. “And my focus was nonexistent because of your sorry ass.” You said before playfully tapping him on his shoulder.

“Me?” 

Something about the innocence of that man made you absolutely feral. You had a feeling he wasn't so innocent behind closed doors. The idea of his lips on yours didn't want to leave your mind as your eyes couldn't stop staring at him with pure, drunken adoration. 

“(Y/N)?” 

You wanted to speak but something told you to not use a single word of the English language. Instead, you pulled him by his black hoodie and crashed your lips on his. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away, his body was stiff for a few seconds before letting go and deepening the kiss, making you balance yourself on your tiptoes. You felt him cup your left cheek with his free hand as you bit his lower lip, earning a moan from him. His nose crashed against yours, tasting alcohol mainly from your lips, Sam felt his cock getting hard. It hit him that he was wearing gray sweatpants so naturally that was a sign to pull away. People around you were too busy singing ABBA songs to give a fuck. 

“Well…” Sam said, not knowing where his thoughts were as he instinctively looked down and saw the outline of his cock. “Crap.” 

Your gaze followed and you were happy it did. He was big, bigger than you'd imagined.

"Sammy, is that a gun or you're just happy to see me?” You winked. That was horrible. 

“Shut up,” he sassed back, giving you a bitch face he would always give to Dean.

He covered his groin with his hands, looking around awkwardly to see if anyone was looking. Of course they weren't. Everybody was either drunk or high or both. 

Suddenly Sam's gaze was fixed behind you as he visibly clenched his jaw. You turned around and of course it was Dean.

“Oh there you are!” You said with enthusiasm and kissed him, pulling him closer by his jacket. 

Sam was stunned, while you could feel Dean smiling before kissing you back and letting you put your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the softness of his puffy lips on yours. He was a lot gentler than Sam – more innocence but still the same amount of passion. 

When you finally broke away, your drunk self just mumbled, “You two are irresistible.” 

Sam was still visibly confused while Dean couldn't stop smiling. 

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I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply. 

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?” 

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh. 

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious. 

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought. 

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off. 

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned. 

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head. 

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried. 

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants. 

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding. 

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off. 

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

-

Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right. 

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls. 

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already. 

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again. 

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.” 

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already. 

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered. 

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity. 

“No, please,” he whimpered. 

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate. 

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest. 

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips. 

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name. 

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead. 

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready. 

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat. 

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving. 

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response. 

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh. 

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun. 

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Fluff, smut MDNI!

Pairing: idol!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: penetration, unprotected sex, petnames, praising, cussing

Word count: 2.0K+

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you've been a good friend to all the stray kids boys for a long time, but especially Jeongin. he's the reason you got to meet the members and that's why their fans are aware of the good friendship you have with each other. as you spent more time with the whole group you grew closer to Hyunjin and one thing led to another. you are now dating for a little over 7 months and you've never been happier.

the only hard part about dating Hyunjin was his schedule and the fact that Stays don't know about your relationship just yet. the company wanted to keep it a secret, because they just announced their world tour and they were afraid Stays would be disappointed.

yesterday was the last day of their tour and they got some time off. everyone agreed on going on a trip to Jeju after having worked so hard these past couple of months. you really missed having Hyunjin by your side, so when he asked you if you wanted to tag along you almost flew in his arms from excitement.

as you were packing your suitcase you notice Hyunjin walking into the room and kneeling beside you. "hi baby, are you almost done?" he asked as he rubs your back. "yes, I'm just finishing up, I'll come downstairs in a bit" you say.

after a couple more minutes you walk down the stairs all dressed up and with your suitcase in your hand. "y/n give me it, don't carry such heavy things on your own, just ask me okay?", he says as he grabs the suitcase from you and walks down the stairs. you couldn't help but look at his muscular arms as he was holding the suitcase. you got a familiar warm feeling in your stomach. "damn.. I guess I really missed him", you mumble to yourself.

it was a short trip to the airport and an even shorter trip to Jeju. by the time you arrived it was around 11 am. you all decided to go to the beach house first and unpack your stuff before doing anything else.

Chan's sister Hannah was invited as well, because they didn't want you to feel lonely being the only girl. you really enjoy spending time with Hannah, so you were excited to hear she was coming as well. you and Hannah ran to the house together to pick the best rooms. Hannah will be sharing a room with Chan, Felix with Seungmin, Jeongin with Jisung, Minho with Changbin and of course Hyunjin and you will be sharing a room together.

you and Hannah immediately claimed the two rooms with the sea view. as you were enjoying the view Hyunjin crept up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "so beautiful..." he said as he rested his head on your shoulder. you hum "yes I feel like we all needed this to get away from reality for a moment"

you turn around in his arms so you're now facing him as you speak "I've missed you, you know? I'm happy we finally get to spend some time together". he feels his heart swell with love as he looks at you. he smiles warmly and places a sweet kiss on your lips. "yes, me too baby, me too"

"ehm? are you guys done with being all touchy we want to get some food" Seungmin says as he looks at you with a disgusted face. you giggle as you grab Hyunjin's hand and drag him out of the room with you. "I'm pretty hungry, can't wait to eat some good Jeju food.." Hyunjin says. he leans closer to your ear and whispers "..and you" he moves his head away from you and winks at you. you feel your cheeks getting red as you playfully slap him on the chest.

after a nice walk you finally arrive at the restaurant. you all take a seat and you decide to sit next to Hannah since you haven't seen each other for a very long time. "sooo I heard there's a cocktail bar nearby, wanna grab a drink tonight? we got to have at least one girl night right?" you say as you nudge her with your elbow. "yes! of course, I'll have to borrow one of your dresses though, I didn't plan on going out" she says. you nod in approval as you discuss your plans for the rest of the day.

after eating lunch you get back to the house and change into your bathing suits. the weather is nice so you all decide to go to the beach to relax on your first day there. as you were walking together, Hyunjin comes up to you and intertwines his hand with yours. he gives you a sweet smile as you look up at him.

you arrive at the beach and you immediately go for the water. Felix, Hyunjin and Hannah were right behind you. before you can even dive in the water you feel Hyunjin wrap his arms around you and turning you around so you're facing him. he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. you take his face in between your hands and give him a quick peck on his nose. "I haven't been able to really kiss you for so long and I only get one on my nose? I won't accept that", he says as starts attacking your face with kisses.

you giggle as you try to grab his face again. you finally manage to stop him and you look him in the eyes. you feel like no one else is there but the two of you. looking into his eyes, you see comfort, love, adoration. you never thought you would feel the kind of love you get from him.

"hmm.. pretty girl, what are you thinking about?" his eyes soften again as you move your hands to the back of his neck and kiss him once more. "I just love you" you hum against his lips.

"I love you more y/n"

"no you don't"

"want me to show you?"

"show me..? how?"

without saying anything he carries you out of the water. as he drops you to your feet he starts grabbing your stuff. "you're done swimming already? wanna play ball with us?", Jisung asks. "no she's not feeling well, so we'll see you later okay?", Hyunjin says as he finishes up grabbing your stuff. Jeongin looked at you guys confused before saying "she looked fine when she got here? do you need something? I can also bring her to the beach house so you-". Hyunjin cuts him off "no I'll bring her, have fun"

he grabs your hand and leads you back to the house. you already know what Hyunjin has in mind and you're glad he's initiating it, because you were too shy to say you've been craving him for these past few weeks. when you arrive at the house, he drops your stuff in the living room and takes you straight to the bedroom.

he immediately starts kissing you. he backs you up against the nearest wall and taps your thigh telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as he lets his lips travel down your jaw and to your neck. you gasp as he finds your sweet spot just below your ear.

"I've wanted this for so long and seeing you in that bikini made it so hard, you made me so hard" he says as he bucks his hips into yours. the contact of his hard member on your clothed cunt makes you whimper. you try to pull him even closer to you to get some pressure on your aching cunt.

"always so needy for me, hmm? pretty girl needs her boyfriend, hmm?" he says as he leaves more open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone. his kisses make you dizzy as you've been craving his lips since the moment you stepped into that car this morning. "can't talk baby? already too fucked out? I haven't even started" he chuckles. he carries you to the bed and lays you down. he hovers over you, lips inches away from yours. you try to catch his lips with yours, but he backs away. "I wanted to make love to you but, since you can't even speak to me, I guess I'll have to fuck your words out of you".

before you can even realize what he said, he kisses you harshly and you kiss him back immediately. his hands travel to your thighs as he gives them a squeeze. he parts his lips from you and removes your dress. "you have no idea how badly I wanted to rip this little bikini off of you" he groans. "well what keeps you from doing that?" you manage to say with a smirk.

as soon as those words left your mouth he discards your bikini and flips you so you're now laying on your stomach. he taps your ass "ass up pretty girl, you're in for a ride". you hear him taking off his swimwear painfully slow. "Hyunjin please, I need you". he rubs the head of his cock through your wet folds and before you can speak he sinks his cock into you without a warning.

"ahhh fuck y/n, you're so wet, always so ready for my cock huh?" he groans. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you struggle to keep your ass in the air. he notices and grabs your hips with his large hands so he's now supporting you. "please move baby". you feel his cock twitch inside your walls as you beg him to move.

he picks up a slow but steady pace, dragging the head of his cock deliciously between your walls. as much as you want to be quiet, you can't control your moans anymore. at the same time, you love to let him know how good he's making you feel. you reach for his hand behind your back to hold onto him as he fucks into you. he notices and slides his cock out of your cunt making you whimper at the loss of contact.

"don't worry baby girl, I'm not going anywhere. lay on your back for me will you?" he says as he guides you onto your back. he hovers over you and you notice his eyes are filled with lust and desire. you grab his face and bring him closer so you can capture his lips with yours. while kissing you, he guides his cock back into you. you gasp as he picks up the speed and he takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your brain can't even comprehend what's going on. everything just feels too good.

"shit Hyun... cum.. please" you plead as you look into his eyes. "I know baby, me too" he reaches between your bodies as his hand finds your clit. he starts rubbing circles on your clit to help you reach your high. his every move makes you see stars and soon enough you feel your orgasm wash over you.

"you're clenching so hard, ahh, I'm cumming" he groans. "yes, inside please, give me everything" you beg as you tug on the hairs in his neck. that sends him over the edge and before you know it a loud moan escapes his lips as he paints your walls white.

he rolls onto his back as he catches his breath. "now that.. that was amazing" he looks to his side and he sees you looking up at the ceiling. you roll on your side and look at him "we should swim more often, don't you think?" you giggle as you stroke his arm. "yeah? you would like that wouldn't you?" he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your body closer to him.

after laying together for a couple minutes he finally gets up from the bed to grab a washcloth for you two. as he closes the door behind him he's greeted by Jeongin. "is she feeling better?"

"yeah, she is feeling much better now" he grins as he walks past the younger one.

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[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Maison Talo Punishing his Fem!S/O for ignoring him (SMUT)

Warnings: nsfw (duh), smut (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), AFAB!reader, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, Maison becomes pussy drunk (yes, I am making that a tag), masturbation, voyeurism, any other warnings that come with fucking a man eating house creature lol, lots of inaccuracies about Maison's anatomy, established relationship, probably some grammatical errors

A/N: Wow, this took me way too long to write, but it's finally done. First things first, I would like to thank @oliviathatgirl for giving me the idea for this as I was starved of ideas for a Maison Talo x reader thingy (pun not intended btw). Secondly, I get it. I took the easy way out when making this. But let's be real here, I don't think anyone knows what trying to have sex with Maison would be like. So yeah, I don't wanna hear it, I know. Let's all just have a little bit of fun and enjoy fiction, got it? Also this is long too, sorry about that. I could've shortened it, but I had already had everything almost written out so I just said "fuck it" lol. I blame the fact that I'm in a fic writing mood. Still, I hope someone out there enjoys this. Cheers!

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🏠-Let's be very clear, you weren't trying to ignore Maison, things just happened

🏠-You were busy. VERY busy

🏠-Be it work, college, or a combination of the two, on top of maintaining your social life, you just would be too tired for any of his romantic gestures

🏠-You felt bad about it, really you did, but Maison would always tell you that it was alright and you believed him. After all, he had his own busy days himself trying to keep himself fed and it wasn't like he was a clingy or needy lover

🏠-This would've been an accurate statement had it been made before you managed to work your way into his life. And that is all because you had managed to introduce him to a new need that wasn't hunger

🏠-And that was love. A sweet, gentle affection that was so foreign to him. Something that he doesn't know if he has experienced it before or even at all, but he does know one thing:

🏠-He revels in it. Both getting and giving it from you and you alone (after getting used to it of course). He just can't get enough of your love and loving you

🏠-It gave him a new purpose that wasn't just keeping himself fed and maintaining his reputation as number 1 realtor in the Uncanny Valley

🏠-As such, the lack of affection was starting to make Maison a bit antsy. A bit on edge, though he didn't blame you about it

🏠-And then one day *poof* you finally had time to yourself. You were so excited you went to tell him the good news...and of course it had to be on a day when he left to scout for a meal

🏠-No matter, you would make yourself comfortable while you waited for him to come back to his house body or a little text telling you to get out as he was coming by with a "potential buyer"

🏠-Meanwhile at a bus station on the edge of the Uncanny Valley, Maison was waiting just out of view to spot an unfamiliar face

🏠-He could sense everything you were doing within him. If he closed his eyes, he could see you putzing around as if you were just in a normal home. If he strained his ears, he could hear you talking to yourself, or singing along to your favorite song, or laughing at a joke said in your favorite TV show

🏠-It never failed to calm him and put him in a good mood. He always worried about your well being due to the many dangers within the Uncanny Valley, so it was nice to know where you were and that you were safe and sound

🏠-It was cute too, watching you. It showed just how much you trusted him. He could just eat you so easily right then and there, not that he ever would. He'd truly rather starve than have it come to that

🏠-You on the other hand, were completely unaware of this ability of his. A fact that was evident by you heading up to the master bedroom for a different way to destress after the long week

🏠-'What harm could it do?' you thought, while shucking off your shorts and panties. Sure, it could be seen as a little odd to touch yourself in a home that was a living thing, therefore you technically couldn't call it yours despite staying. This house would always be Maison's because it was him. Still, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him

🏠-While you lay on the bed, stroking your clit, your mind drifted to your beloved realtor. You wondered what it would be like to be so intimate with him. Yes, "would be like". You were too embarrassed to initiate it or even bring it up. Hell, from how he ate, you wondered if it was even possible. Of course that never stopped you from fantasizing about it.

🏠-If it was possible, what would having sex with Maison be like? What would he look like under that fancy blazer of his? What would he be like in bed? What would he be into?

🏠-Soft moans fill the room while you continue to imagine the most filthiest scenarios with him

🏠-All the while, Maison was going through his normal routine of reeling in some food for himself. The poor soul, though just as suspicious as they always are with his "offer," he could just see it in this person's eyes that they wouldn't be a difficult meal

🏠-After giving them his card, it would just be another boring waiting game once more. At least that's what he thought until he suddenly tasted something sweet

🏠-It startled him a bit, tasting something out of nowhere. Perhaps you had accidentally dropped a snack for yourself. Yes, that was probably it, poor you. Might as well check on you, he figured

����-And that's just what he did, getting quite the surprise when he got a view of you. Pretty, little you moaning so sweetly while your hand played with your soaked pussy, slick dripping onto the bed underneath. So that's what that sweet taste was

🏠-Similarly with love, lust was also foreign to Maison, and yet he was quickly receptive to it. After all, what was lust, if not a different form of hunger?

🏠-Oh how his mind was almost instantly filled with thoughts of what he could do to you. What he wanted to do to you

🏠-The moment his name left your lips while lost in your pleasure, the thoughts of his new meal vanished. He needed to relieve this new hunger he felt

🏠-He needed you

🏠-To say that he hurried back to his house form, would be an understatement. With the mess you were making, each of his strides grew faster. He would've loudly slammed the front door behind him, had he not have a sliver of self control tell him it would be better to catch you off guard

🏠-After all, didn't you deserve a little bit of a startle for what you've done to him? You had gotten him so unbelievably worked up, and after being denied giving and getting your affection too

🏠-While Maison quietly made his way up to the master bedroom, you were slowly reaching your peak. Your moans grew in volume as rubbed away at your clit. Just a few more strokes would tip you over the edge. Just a few more-

🏠-"My my, what's this?"

🏠-Your eyes shoot open and you rip your hand away from your dripping cunt. You scramble into a sitting position with your legs crossed, but there was no hiding what you were doing. The longer Maison stares at you, waiting for you to explain yourself, the hotter your face gets

🏠-"M-Maison! W-what I was-! I-I mean I was...just um...," you let out an ashamed, defeated sigh and cover your face with your hands. "I'm sorry."

🏠-Your eyes glance around at everything but the tall realtor in the room. This allows him to prowl his way closer to the bed, gently dragging his fingertips up your leg when he gets close enough. His eyes trail down your body, trying to get a better look at that sweet, little treat in between your legs

🏠-You let out a confused squeak and will up the courage to look back up at Maison, only to have all thoughts freeze as he slowly brings his face closer to yours. So close in fact, that the tip of his nose touches yours

🏠-"This is quite the interesting surprise to...return to," his voice comes out as a low purr. Maybe one day he'd tell you about his ability to spy on you, but if he could have more moments to see you playing with yourself and completely unaware of him watching you, he'll be keeping that to himself for a while

🏠-"I-I'm sorry...I d-didn't mean for you...," you whimper, which causes him to darkly chuckle. Perhaps it was the fact that you were so close to cumming that made you do this, but the sound does cause you to clench around nothing

🏠-"Ah yes, you wanted this to be a little secret. Do it while I was away searching for a little bite to eat, hm," suddenly, his hand grabs your face and holds it firmly, forcing you to look up at him. "I never realized how cruel you could be, my little tenant. How long has it been since I was able to cherish you, hm? Or that you were able to extend me that same grace?"

🏠-You really don't know how to feel. You're still mortified, sure, and yet this whole situation wasn't helping the slick leaking out of your pussy. After realizing that Maison was waiting for you to respond, you breathe out the answer

🏠-"That's right. And this is what you do while I'm still missing you? You cry out about how much you need me while I'm gone? You make such a delicious little mess that you know I can taste?"

🏠-Your eyes widen at that. God, how did that slip your mind? If he can taste the food you drop and the drinks you spill...then of course he could taste...

🏠-"Would you like to know just what I think about all of this, my dear?" he asks, reveling in the cute, little expressions you were making

🏠-You hesitantly nod your head. With that, Maison leans his head towards your ear and takes one of your hands into his own, slowly dragging it down his torso. Once your hand crosses below his waist, you gasp, a noise that causes him to chuckle once more. Not even your fantasies could've predicted that he was that well endowed

🏠-"I think I liked the little show you put on," he purred while rubbing your hand against himself. "But I think I'd like it more if I could indulge in it as well."

🏠-With that, you are pushed back down onto the bed with your hands pinned by your head. Maison moves to hover over you, smirking at your wide eyed expression. Despite the suddenness of it all, you've never been more turned on in your life

🏠-Slowly, he dragged his hands down from your wrists, to your arms, to the curves of your body, until they landed on your thighs. Moving underneath them, he lifts them up, almost pushing your knees against your chest. There was no hiding your sex from him now

🏠-He takes in the sight of it, the sensation of his stare making you squirm in his hold. He then moves one of your legs up onto his shoulder so he can free one of his hands. He wasted no time swiping his fingers through your wet folds

🏠-You gasp and continue to writhe underneath Maison while he toyed with your cunt, settling on having his thumb stroke your clit and his index and middle finger slipping in and out of you. He found that to be most efficient with coaxing your sweet slick out of you

🏠-It was like a drug with how that little puddle underneath you had him addicted. With every passing moment that it grew, the more insatiable he got. It made his pants even tighter too

🏠-You were completely blissed out with his ministrations to your body, and as soon as you knew it, you were right at the cusp of your peak again. You mewl and whine about your impending release, throwing your arms above your head to grip the pillow. With just a few more strokes to that sensitive, little bundle of nerves in between your legs, your vision goes white and you cry out Maison's name

🏠-While you get lost in your orgasm, Maison finally pulls away a bit to take you in. Oh how he revels in your pleasure just as much as you are. Not just because of how good it tasted, but because it was his darling, little tenant getting lost in an ecstasy he administrated

🏠-And he wanted more of it

🏠-Not understanding that your poor body was hypersensitive now, he decides to try something new. If his lure form could experience senses like touch, sight, and sound, then why not try tasting your juices at the source?

🏠-He wasted no time leaning down and hoisting your hips upwards. He then slowly drags his tongue through your puffy lips in an experimental lick, letting out a pleasant hum once he picks up your taste

🏠-A wail leaves your lips as he begins lapping at your pussy, each drag of his tongue making your body jerk in his grasp. You try to wiggle out of it, but your squirming just causes his grip to tighten

🏠-"A-ah-! Too much! P-please, Maison, too much!" you sob, tugging at his rough, gray hair to push him away. At the same time though, you felt the conflicting feeling of wanting him to keep going

🏠-"Aww, you poor thing," he coos once he pulls away from you. "I thought this was what you wanted. That's certainly what it sounded like."

🏠-He moves up your body so that his face is hovering above yours. He then raises a hand to caress your cheek and gently swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. The feeling causes you to nuzzle your face into his palm. Oh how you missed it

🏠-"You can handle a little bit more, can't you my dear?" his voice is as soft as his gesture, coaxing you to agree. And of course you do, from how gentle he was being and the bit of pleading in his eyes

🏠-"Y-yeah, I think I can," you breathe, causing Maison's smile to widen. He then leans down and places a kiss to your lips. You eagerly return it, realizing just how long it really has been since you got to enjoy his affection. You also moan slightly as you also get a taste of yourself. He then pulls away and leaves a final kiss to your forehead

🏠-"Good girl," he purrs, before returning himself back to the position he had in between your legs. There you were once again treated to that conflicting feeling of wanting him to continue and stop all at once

🏠-You continue to whine and keen once you feel his tongue back on you. Despite agreeing that you could handle it, you still writhe in his grasp. Your fingers find his hair again, which you both tug on as a brace and to pull his head closer. You even start grinding yourself against his face as you feel your second orgasm churn within you, your voice spiking in pitch each time his nose brushes your clit

🏠-Maison lets out an amused hum at your action, both from your taste and your desperation to cum again. In fact, in anticipation of feeling your release on his tongue, he begins to grind himself against the bed. The small rushes of pleasure cause him to let out low groans, the floorboards creaking with each one that escapes him

🏠-Of course the vibrations from that cause you to tip over the edge and cum all over his face. Due to it being your second release of the day, the pleasure was intense. Tears seep from the corners of your eyes, an overwhelming bliss flows through your veins, and your body feels like it's floating

🏠-Unfortunately for Maison, he was unable to see you in such a state, too busy indulging himself on your juices once more. He only pulls away from you once he realizes just how worked up he got from simply grinding against the bed. If he continued, he would've spilt himself in his pants, and what a waste that would've been

🏠-While you slowly come down from your high, he finally undoes his pants, allowing his length to spring free. He lets out a sigh from the relieved tension, before taking a moment to actually get a good look at it

🏠-'How interesting,' he thinks, while investigating his cock. It was the same tannish color as his lure form's skin tone, yet the tip was a bit darker. What has him the most curious however, is the whiteish clear fluid beaded from it. He carefully swipes his thumb across it, causing him to hiss and for the house to shift a bit

🏠-He then moves his hand to wrap it around the shaft, feeling how oddly heavy it was against his palm. After getting a feel for the weight, he decides to slowly move his hand up and down, letting out another low groan and another creak. What an interesting kind of pleasure this was

🏠-Your soft gasp pulls him away from his investigation. As his dark eyes lock with yours, he instantly remembers all the things he can do with the length in his hand. Your brain on the other hand was still fuzzy from your intense release, as well as actually seeing Maison's dick. While he wasn't too girthy, he definitely was long, and it was making you actually consider going another round

🏠-Smirking at your wide-eyed expression, he lets himself go and moves back on top of you, hand gently stroking your cheek once more

🏠-"Oh my poor, little tenant. I know it's cruel of me to ask this of you, again," his voice drips in sweetness, yet you can still hear that bit of sleaze that makes your brain tilt in favor of overstimulating yourself again. "May I take you? Indulge in you in a way unlike ever before? Bathe you in ecstasy one more time? Please, my dear?"

🏠-It's a repeat of the same charade he did when his tongue was against your pussy, and you fall for it again. You didn't know how long he could perform it over and over until you finally denied him, but it certainly wasn't now. Carefully, you move to sit up, Maison shifting off of you to give you a bit of space. His face holds the same, soft expression, yet there's a hint of curiosity there as he wonders what you are doing, as well as your answer

🏠-And you give it to him in the form of you removing your shirt and bra, leaving you completely bare in front of him. If you were going to let him take you, why not let him have all of you. Besides, you were getting all sweaty and hot anyways

🏠-Amusement takes over his eyes and smile, hand returning to your cheek. You melt into it and back into your position underneath him. Of course, you should've known he wasn't going to do anything until he heard your response

🏠-"Yes," you decide, despite knowing your body was more hypersensitive than ever before. "Please...take me."

🏠-And that's just what he does. After shifting into position and wrapping your legs around his waist, Maison slips himself inside of you. With every inch pushed into your tight, weeping core, you softly whimper and throw your arms around him to hold him close. The moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warm, velvety walls, your mind goes numb from how deep inside you he was

🏠-To be perfectly honest, he wasn't faring that much better. Just the feeling of you wrapped around him alone was enough for his eyes to close with bliss. It causes him to take a moment to both get used to and savor the sensation. It truly made him wish you both would've tried this out sooner

🏠-After his little break, he finally starts to move in small, shallow thrusts. All the while, he enjoys the cute, little look on your face. Your eyebrows knitted together and eyes closed from overstimulation. Your soft lips parted, with the only sound dripping from them being whines and whimpers

🏠-"Such a pretty, little thing," he muses, fondly, adoration in his eyes. He raises his hand to hold your face, before leaning down to kiss you. It doesn't take long for his tongue to find itself in your mouth and eagerly greet your own

🏠-Suddenly, as if his hips had gotten a mind of their own, he harshly bucks himself inside of you. You moan in surprise from the tip of his cock slamming right into your g-spot, and tighten your grip around him in more ways than one

🏠-Liking the new, rougher pace, in tandem with your pussy constricting his dick, Maison grasps your hips and begins to rut away into your cunt. That poor little, sweet spot inside of you wouldn't be able to the escape the abuse he had in store for it

🏠-To say that your brain is now mush at this point would be an understatement. You can hardly form a coherent thought, and all you can say when he finally broke that delicious kiss is sobs of pleasure. Even as you feel your body building up your third orgasm of the day, you can't get out anymore than stuttered words broken by cries

🏠-Fortunately, Maison can decipher your pleasant sounds and responds to them by quickening the pace. He is going to make sure you cum right on his length at least once today. He needed to feel it

🏠-"That's it," he breathes, another loud creak following. "Just one more, my dear. Just one more for me."

🏠-It only takes a few harsh thrusts for you to become completely spent. Your velvety walls clench around him like a vice and your body jolts in his grasp as your release crashes over you

🏠-From the intense sensation, Maison follows closely behind. With a loud groan, he fills your core with ropes of his cum and the house shakes as if a small earthquake had sprouted

🏠-Eventually, the shaking goes from violent, to a vibration, to a complete still. By that time, you had both come down from your highs and decide to revel in the afterglow. That was truly better than either of you could've imagined it would be

🏠-"Well...that was certainly...something," Maison muses, smiling down at you. You tiredly laugh at his remark. Honestly you couldn't think of any other way to describe what the two of you did

🏠-"Yeah...just...wow," you return his fond smile, before realizing how sticky with sweat your skin was. "Augh, I think I need a bath."

🏠-"Of course. Please, allow me, my dear," he purrs, before puling out of you and fixing himself back in his pants. "You deserve a little rest after being so good for me."

🏠-With a gentle kiss to your forehead, Maison leaves to head to the bathroom. On his way there however, a soft buzzing catches his attention. Ah yes, his phone. That must be the "potential buyer" he was talking with earlier. He answers, but tells them that they would have to check out the house tomorrow

🏠-He had much more important matters to take care of right now

[whoslai]

Off The Menu - Lee Heeseung (Chapter 3)

genre: angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, eventual smut!! (you’re responsible for what you consume, read at your own risk)

warnings: everything is consensual!! frequent talk of anxiety/self doubt, extremely suggestive phone calls, douchey/iffy male behavior, slight sadism??, purposeful gagging?, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, food play, don't wanna spoil too much though ;)

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Chapter 3: “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

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As promised, you texted Heeseung once you reached your dorm. You were fully aware that it had only been 2 hours since you’d seen him, but you couldn’t help how excited you felt. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you thought about the special moment you had just shared with him. He’d forever hold the title of being your first time. You knew you would never forget how he felt against you, how impactful his words were, and how delicate each of his ministrations were. 

As you waited for Heeseung's response, you couldn't help but replay the events of the night in your head. You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance knowing that Heeseung felt the same way you did, and that the two of you were on the same page.

You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone and watching some TV, but your mind kept wandering back to the incredible night you had just experienced with him. Your roommate occasionally glanced at you from her phone, raising her eyebrow but not questioning you.  You couldn't believe how perfect he had been, and how much he had made you feel loved and desired.

You replayed the events of the night in your head, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at how perfect everything had been. You had never felt more alive and connected to someone than you did with Heeseung.

You knew that the two of you weren't close geographically, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special between you. You texted him once again, letting him know how much you had enjoyed spending time with him and how much you were looking forward to seeing him as soon as you finished your finals.

But to your surprise, you still had no response. In no way were you trying to make it seem as though you were waiting on him to respond, you only had hoped that he was still by his phone. Though, it was really late at night and he probably had work in the morning. 

You waited for Heeseung's response, you started to feel a bit anxious. You hoped that he was okay and that he wasn't ignoring you. You tried not to let your mind wander too far, reminding yourself that he might be busy or asleep. However, despite your efforts to distract yourself, you found yourself checking your phone every few minutes, hoping to see a message from him. But as time passed, you still hadn't received a response. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach, wondering if maybe you had said or done something wrong. You tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that it was late and he might just be asleep. 

Eventually, you decided to put your phone down and try to get some sleep. You knew that you had finals coming up and that you needed to focus on studying. But as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in your chest.

Did he genuinely mean it when you’d see him again? How soon was he talking? Yes, it was late, but surely he wasn’t asleep already. Plus, it was a Saturday night, how early does a 22 year old man sleep? Surely not that early. You’d think he’d be waiting around for a text from you.

You started to second-guess yourself, wondering if you had said or done something wrong. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he wasn't as interested in you as you had thought. In the back of your mind, doubt plagued your consciousness as you began to think about if he had only seen you as a quick hook up. You admit, you didn’t think you’d give it up so quickly. But, you felt drawn to him. In no way had you ever had the intention of being apart of the hook up culture as you knew you didn’t have the emotional stability for it…so you hoped that he took your guyses night together as an act of trust and intimacy, not just sex.

Despite your doubts and insecurities, you tried to stay positive and give Heeseung the benefit of the doubt. You reminded yourself that you had a strong connection with him and that he had shown genuine interest in getting to know you.

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As you woke up the next day and checked your phone, you were disappointed to see that you still had no message from Heeseung. You couldn't understand why he hadn't responded, and your anxiety started to build.

You tried to push aside the thoughts that he might not be interested in you, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he hadn't responded for so long. You started to wonder if maybe he had just been looking for a quick hook-up and had lost interest once he got what he wanted.

Your Sunday was spent in your room, trying to distract yourself from him. You had one more week, which meant 3 more exams before winter break would come. Ningning came to your room later on in the day and brought you lunch. She situated herself on your empty roommate's bed and dug into her sushi, “Finals are literally killing me, girl.”

You nodded, closing your laptop and opening the container of sushi. 

“I have a final in organic chemistry and I’m mentally preparing myself to get an F. I can’t remember any of the curriculum, there’s no more space in my brain. I’m done.” You sighed, eating a mouthful of your food. 

“Y/N, you’re smart. You’ll do fine. You and I both know that everytime you feel like you’re going to fail, you always get an A.” She said.

Just before you responded to her, your phone vibrated. You glanced down at it as your stomach dropped, praying that it was Heeseung but also not wanting to appear desperate.

You ate another bite of your food, attempting to ignore the presence of the notification on your phone, but you couldn’t help yourself…so you picked up your phone to open the text. It was Heeseung indeed. 

His text was so dry compared to how he usually talked…or maybe you were just overthinking it. You got up to walk into the shared living room and saw your roommates all on the couch. You walked out of the dorms and found yourself walking around campus as you dialed his number. 

Please pick up…please. You thought to yourself, pacing. Finally, it stopped ringing.

“Y/N, hey.” You heard his voice. You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifted from your shoulders at the soft sound of his voice.

“Heeseung, hi, how are you? I feel like it’s been so long since we talked.” You told him, anxiously laughing.

“I’m good, how about you? How’s school?” He asked.

“School is…stressful. I have finals for this next week but then I’ll be on winter break! I won’t complain about it.” You told him, “Did you have work last night?”

“No, I didn’t.” You could hear a smile in his voice, “Were you waiting on me to text you back?”

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Maybe...I was just wondering how you were doing," you admitted. 

"I'm doing well, thank you for showing concern, Y/N,” Heeseung replied, his voice taking on a slightly flirtatious tone. "And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you."

“That’s nice to hear…” You huffed, feeling the tension in your chest loosen up, “Maybe we can hang out again? I’m free this weekend. Are you?” 

Heeseung's voice sounded even more flirtatious as he replied, "I'm always free for you, Y/N. What do you have in mind?"

“I'm not sure. There’s this bakery I’ve been wanting to try that opened in LA. Do you think you could meet me there?” You asked him.

“Most definitely. What day would you like to do that?” He asked.

“Friday night works for me.” You said, “Fresh out of my last final. I’m sure I’ll be thankful to end the day by seeing you.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle on the other end of the line, and you could picture him smiling to himself. "I'll be there, Y/N. And I'll make sure to have a sweet surprise for you when we meet." 

You couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation at Heeseung's promise of a sweet surprise. It made you wonder what he had up his sleeve. "Ooh, now you've got me curious," you replied, a smile forming on your lips.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" He teased, “It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

“Can’t you give me a hint? I hate surprises.” You whined, taking a seat on a nearby bench. 

Heeseung paused for a moment, as if contemplating your request. "Hmm, okay, I'll give you a little hint. It involves something sweet, but it's not just any ordinary dessert."

Your curiosity piqued at his words. "What do you mean by 'not just any ordinary dessert'?"

Heeseung laughed softly. "Let's just say that it's something that's not commonly found in your everyday bakery. And it's something that I think you'll really enjoy."

You groaned, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Is it some type of food?"

Sensing your impatience, he replied, "No, Y/N. It's not food."

You felt a sense of relief and curiosity at his words. "Then what is it?"

Heeseung's voice took on a more sensual tone as he replied, "Let's just say it's something that will appeal to all of your senses. Something that will make you feel good, look good, and even smell good.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It seemed like Heeseung was really putting effort into making your date special, and it made you feel desired and wanted.

"Okay, now you've really got me intrigued," you said, feeling a sense of excitement.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re such a nosey little baby. Can’t you wait a few days? It’ll be worth it.” He said.

You couldn't help but laugh at Heeseung's teasing tone. It seemed like he was enjoying keeping you in suspense. 

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As the conversation came to an end, you both made plans to meet at the bakery on Friday night. You hung up the phone feeling giddy with excitement, wondering what Heeseung had in store for you. The next day, you completed your organic chem final. It was a major pain in the ass trying to figure out the simple things such as balancing equations as it had been so long since you’d done such. Other than that, it was pretty straight forward and you ended the day off by eating in the dining hall with your roommate Yunjin.

She wiped her mouth as she ate a mouthful of rice, “I meant to ask you the other night what you were pacing around the room for.”

You raised your eyebrow, “When was I pacing? Was it when I was studying?”

“Dunno. You tell me.” She shrugged.

“I was stressed the hell out over my chem final. I hate chemistry.” You whined, “I absolutely hate it.”

“Totally wasn’t chemistry because you kept looking at your phone.” She laughed, “I’m calling bullshit.”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your temples, “Girl…”

“What?” She coaxed, “Don’t tell me a guy is stressing you out.”

“Well I mean, I’m not stressed anymore! He and I are good…I’m pretty sure.” You told her.

She rolled her eyes, “Guys are such a waste of time. None of them are going to take you seriously in college; Literal waste of energy.”

“Okay, but he’s different. He’s already graduated.” You told her.

Yunjin raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Graduated? So, he's older than you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, he's a few years older. But that's not a big deal, right?" Your mind reminiscenced on your time spent with him, causing you to smile"His name is Heeseung, and he's amazing. We're even going on a date Friday."

She placed her chopsticks down, “Where’d you meet him?”

“You know how I was gone over the weekend? Ningning and I went to Malibu for a small little vacation and I met him at a restaurant…he was our waiter.” You told her.

“So what? You just started texting him through instagram or something?” She asked.

“No,” You began, “I gave him my number and he texted me later on that night…and then we went out to breakfast together. He’s honestly so sweet, I’m glad I shot my shot…”

“So you think that just because you guys went to breakfast together…that he’s going to take you seriously?” She asked, squinting her eyes ahead at you.

“Well, why wouldn’t he? He’s older…more mature than I am. I don’t think he’s going to be playing games at 22…” You trailed off, pondering whether or not you’d admit the full story to her.

She shrugged, “A man is still a man no matter what age.”

“Okay well…I slept with him…before I left.” You told her.

Her eyes widened, “But I thought you were a virgin?”

“I was…until Saturday night.” You told her. “It was fully consensual, I wanted it. He was so sweet during it too. I’ve heard horror stories about other people’s first times but it honestly felt good. I keep thinking about it. That’s how memorable it was.”

Yunjin's expression was one of shock and surprise as you finished telling her about your weekend with Heeseung. She sat there for a moment, not saying anything, as if she was processing the information. 

Finally, she spoke. "I mean, congratulations for cumming on your first time and everything, but...sleeping with a guy you just met? On your first time, at that?"

You felt a sense of defensiveness rising up in you at Yunjin's words. "It's not just about that, Yunjin. Heeseung and I have a connection. And it was my choice to sleep with him. I don't regret it."

Yunjin nodded, looking a bit more understanding. "I get that, Y/N. And I'm not judging you for it. I just want to make sure that you're being safe and making the right choices for yourself."

You smiled, feeling grateful for your friend's concern. "I am being safe, Yunjin. And I appreciate your support."

“Did you guys use protection?” She asked, folding up her trash.

“No…he pulled out. That’s fine, right?” You asked her.

She licked her lips, “Hm, I suppose it’s okay but it’s not a foolproof method. I recommend getting on some birth control if you plan on seeing him continuously.”

You nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that you hadn't thought of that beforehand. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably look into that."

Yunjin smiled, looking relieved. "Good. And also, don't forget to get tested regularly for STIs. It's important to take care of your sexual health."

You felt a sense of gratitude towards Yunjin for looking out for you. "Thanks.. I appreciate your advice and concern. I’ll look into it." 

You both walked back to the dorms together and you consciously reminded yourself to meet with your doctor soon. 

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The next day, you got up and took your second to last final in sociology 1. It was pretty easy, actually. You sped through it with ease and turned it in, finding your way back to your seat to text Heeseung.

“almost done with finals…wyd? missing you~” - You

Again, no immediate response. You knew that he was bound to not respond right away but you couldn’t help but hope he would. Class ended, you made your way back to your dorm. Another day, another boring night spent in your dorm.

As you waited for a response from Heeseung, you tried to distract yourself by browsing through social media and catching up on some TV shows. But your mind kept drifting back to him and the weekend you had spent together.

“Earth to Y/N.” A voice called. You looked up from your phone and saw Yunjin staring at you with her hands out, “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, what’d you say?” You asked, placing your phone down.

“I asked if you want to go out with me and some friends. I have an extra ticket to a concert tonight.” She said, jumping up from her bed.

“Um, no thank you. Have fun though.” You said.

“You should get out of the dorm. You’re going to rot away in here waiting on that grown ass man to contact you.” She said.

You felt a bit embarrassed by Yunjin's comment, but you knew that she was just looking out for you. "I know, you're right. But I just can't stop thinking about him."

She took a deep breath, “Look, love you to the moon and back, so I’m just gong to be honest with you. Okay?”

You nodded, “Alright.”

“He’s 22, living in MALIBU of all places, and he, correct me if I’m wrong, takes a long time to respond to you. Doesn’t that seem weird to you? I’m an avid believer of if he wanted to, he would.” She said.

Discomfort and defensiveness rose up in you at Yunjin's words. "I mean, he's just busy with work and stuff. And he's not always on his phone.” You told her, “I’m just anxious for no reason.”

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Cute, but you deserve someone who is willing to put in the effort and time for you. And if he's not doing that, maybe you should ground yourself and think about if he’s worth the stress."

"I appreciate your concern, Yunjin. But he's worth the stress to me. We have a real connection." On one hand, you knew that Yunjin was right and that you deserve someone who would make you a priority. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel attached to Heeseung. “I’ll go with you to the concert. I need some fresh air anyway.”

“Yasss,” She cheered, “That’s the Y/N I know.”

As you got ready to go out with Yunjin and her friends, you couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe she was right, and maybe it was time to start considering what you really wanted in a relationship. But for now, you just wanted to have some fun and take your mind off things.

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The concert you attended was nice. It was a band you were unfamiliar with but it was worth the time spent going to see it. In the end, you all decided to match with black dresses and red lipstick. It was fun, energetic, just what you needed. The part that sucked was that you found yourself needing to physically escape from stressful situations and you didn’t want to make a habit out of that.

You all settled down at a nearby restaurant; Finney’s Crafthouse. You’d heard good things about it, therefore you were excited to try it.

You, Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina all ordered multiple entrees and talked about random stuff. You couldn't help but feel grateful for their company. The concert had been just what you needed to take your mind off things, and now the conversation and relaxed atmosphere at the restaurant was a welcome distraction.

The food arrived, and you all dug in, enjoying the delicious flavors and the pleasant ambiance of the place. As you chatted and laughed with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness.

But at the same time, you were aware of the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, the feeling that you were trying to escape from something. You didn't want to make a habit out of needing to physically escape from stressful situations, and you knew that you had to face your problems head on.

“So,” Yunjin began, clearing her throat, “I was hoping you could tell all of us about this mystery guy from Malibu. Multiple opinions are sometimes better than just one biased opinion, yeah?”

You slowly nodded. Alexa placed her arm around your shoulder as you began to explain how you met Heeseung. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous about sharing your personal life with your friends. But you knew that Yunjin, Alexa, and Karina were all close to you and had your best interests at heart.

“I met Heeseung in Malibu a few days ago. He was the waiter for Ningning and I…and I could tell he was flirting with me in the very beginning . I gained the confidence to give him my number, he texted me, we met up the next morning for breakfast; Went for a walk on the beach later on but I had to leave because Ningning and I only planned on staying for a day so…yeah. I WAS going to go straight to the hotel but…I didn’t…and I slept with him…gave him my vcard and stuff. Now, I’ve been talking to him a bit since then but he takes a really long time to respond but when he does respond, it’s always flirty and…it makes my stomach get butterflies so it’s hard to stay mad at him.”

When you finished explaining your situation with Heeseung to your friends, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was good to get it all out in the open, and to have the support and perspective of your friends.

Alexa looked thoughtful. "Okay, so he's a bit flaky with responding to your messages. But when he does respond, it makes you feel good. Do you think he's worth the stress and uncertainty?"

You took a moment to think about it. "I don't know. Part of me thinks that maybe it's just his personality to be a bit nonchalant and not always on his phone. But another part of me wonders if he's not as interested in me as I am in him."

Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look. "Like I said, you deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort. Maybe it's time to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going before you lead yourself on."

Karina nodded, “Yeah, yeah. What does he look like? Is he cute?”

You couldn't help but chuckle at Karina's question, feeling grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the serious conversation. "Yes, he's very cute," you replied, “I don’t have any photos though.”

Alexa took her phone out, “His name is Heeseung, you say? Malibu?”

You nodded, “Yes, and yes.”

She tapped her phone a few times, then showed you all an instagram account. “Found him.”

You felt a bit surprised and embarrassed that Alexa had managed to find Heeseung's Instagram account so easily, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. You leaned over to get a better look at the pictures on her phone, taking in Heeseung's handsome features and the stunning views of Malibu in the background.

"He's even cuter than I remember," you commented, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you.

“Yeah, he’s super cute…” Karina agreed. “I’m jealous, lowkey.”

Yunjin gave you a knowing look. "Okay, enough about his looks. Let's focus on what really matters: whether or not he's willing to make you a priority."

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards your friends for keeping you grounded and focused on what really mattered. "You're right, Yunjin. I need to have a serious conversation with him about where things are going."

Alexa gave you a reassuring smile. "And we're here to support you every step of the way, Y/N. You deserve someone who is willing to make you a priority and put in the effort." 

You felt a sense of comfort and reassurance at her words, knowing that you had the support of your friends as you navigate your way through this complicated situation with Heeseung. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what you really wanted in a relationship, and what you were willing to accept. But for now, you were content to just enjoy the company of your friends and the restaurant around you.

The night prolonged on further and you found yourself in a car with all of them on the way back to campus.

Your phone vibrated; FINALLY! He texted you back!

You felt a sense of excitement and nervousness as you saw Heeseung's name appear on your phone screen. You quickly opened the message, eager to see what he had to say.

“Just got off work.” - heeseung <3

That’s all he had to say? It’d been an entirety of 10 hours since you texted him, and he didn’t even have the nerve to give you the same energy that you’d given him?

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he was just tired or busy, and didn't have the energy to send a more thoughtful message. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in. Your friend's words stuck to you like a thread, and you were unable to shake the feeling of frustration. 

As you sat in the car with your friends, your mind raced with thoughts about your situation with Heeseung. You couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from him, especially after sleeping with him and giving him your virginity.

Alexa noticed the look on your face and placed a hand on your arm. "Hey, you okay?"

You nodded your head, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “I’m okay!”

You stared down at his text, deciding not to respond in the end. It was late at night. You were aware that he got off work late, but surely he had breaks throughout his job. He couldn’t even be bothered with responding to you throughout the day. Was this some joke to him?

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You and Yunjin made your way back to your shared room. She decided to sleep in her dress as she was exhausted but you chose to shower and rinse your face off.

You placed your phone on the charger and finished up some last minute studying for your last final. 

Once again, your phone vibrated. You knew it was him, it couldn’t have been anyone but him. How come he could text you almost a day later, but once you waited a few hours, he double texted? You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and rational. Maybe he had a good reason for not responding earlier, or maybe he was just busy. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel like you deserved more effort and attention from someone you were interested in. 

You picked up your phone and opened his text.

“I heard this song on the radio while I drove home; Reminded me of you. Check it out :)” - heeseung <3 

You clicked on the link he sent you and it took you to youtube; “Wet Dreamz” by J.Cole played from your phone. You listened to it, reading the lyrics. 

As you listened to the song and read the lyrics, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were touched that Heeseung had thought of you and wanted to share something that reminded him of you. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused about where things were going between you two. 

The song seemed to be about a guy's sexual fantasies and desires, and while you could appreciate the artistry of the music, you couldn't help but wonder if Heeseung was trying to send you a message about what he was looking for in a relationship.

You decided to respond, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“nice. why’d u think ab me when you heard it?” - You

As you waited for his response, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and apprehension; Maybe he was just sharing the song with you because he liked it, or maybe he was trying to send you a subtle message about only viewing you for sex.

He read your text, sending a laughing emoji back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? So curious, always asking questions. So cute.” - heeseung <3

You smiled at his text.  It was nice to see that he still found ways to make you laugh, even in the midst of your concerns and uncertainties about where things were going between you two.

“heeseunggg tell me what u mean pls…” - You

He read your text, then sent, “Call me and I’ll tell you over the phone.”

As quickly as you had read his text, you called him and walked out of the room.

He answered, “Well well well. Here we are again.”

“Heeseung, I’ve literally been counting down the days for Friday. I’m so excited.” You cheesed, making your way to the dorm commons.

Heeseung replied with a small laugh, “Mmm, I had a feeling. It’ll be nice to see that beautiful smile of yours in person again.”

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush at his words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards him. Maybe there was a chance for something more meaningful between you two, and maybe this weekend would be the start of something special.

“You’re such a little sap.” You told him, “So obsessed with me!”

Heeseung laughed at your words, his voice still carrying that flirty tone.

“Only for you.” You couldn't help but smile at Heeseung's response, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment. It was nice to hear him express his feelings so openly and honestly. You heard him sigh on the other end , “I’ve got to tell you something, Y/N.”

“What is it?” You asked him.

“I’ve been thinking about you lately. Been thinking about your smile, your laugh, everything.” He said, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen you but it feels like a century.”

“Aw, Heeseung, wow…” You whined, feeling vulnerable, “That means a lot…can I admit something to you?”

“Of course you can.” He said.

You slowly nodded, “I’ve been overthinking a lot…about you. I understand that you work a lot, and I truly don’t know what it’s like to have a job so I apologize if this comes off as needy…but I was just wondering why it takes you all day to respond? Like, I don’t want to bother you throughout your day so is there a specific time I should text you?”

As you finished voicing your concerns to Heeseung, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. You could hear him taking a deep breath, as if considering his response.

“Ah, I see. Well, Y/N, you’re welcome to text me at any time of the day. I love seeing your texts in my notifications.” He said. 

“Really? You don’t mind?” You asked, “So if I call you tomorrow at a random time, you’ll pick up?”

“I wouldn't mind at all," Heeseung replied, his voice carrying a warm and reassuring tone. "And if you call me at a random time, I'll pick up. Just for you, I’ll make sure my ringer is always on. Just for my special girl.”

You couldn't help but feel relieved and grateful at Heeseung's response. It was reassuring to know that he was open to communicating with you and that he valued your messages and calls. You smiled, feeling a sense of closeness and connection with him.

As you asked Heeseung what he meant by calling you his "special girl," he responded with a low chuckle. "What do you think I meant, Y/N? You’re the main girl that's been on my mind lately."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. "Is that so?" you replied with a coy smile. "What do you think about when you think about me?"

Heeseung's voice lowered to a husky whisper. "Oh, I think about a lot of things, Y/N. I think about the way your lips feel against mine, the way your body feels pressed against mine..." he trailed off, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the feeling of desire that was building inside you. "Heeseung, you're making me blush," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung chuckled again. "I like making you blush, Y/N. It's one of my favorite things to do. Maybe I'll have to do it more often."

You felt a surge of heat between your thighs at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of being with him. "Maybe you should," you replied, your voice low and sultry.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could hear Heeseung's breathing becoming more ragged. "Y/N, you're killing me," he said, his voice husky. "Missing you so bad right now..."

You felt a surge of desire wash over you at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. "Well, maybe you'll get your chance soon," you said, your voice dripping with innuendo.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "God, Y/N. You're driving me crazy. I can't wait to see you this weekend. I'm going to make sure we have plenty of time alone."

Your stomach turned in arousal at his words, and you felt sweat beading on the surface of your skin.

“Heeseung, are you alone right now?” You asked him.

Heeseung's breathing became even more ragged at your question. "Yes, I'm alone," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "Why do you ask?"

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you replied, “Well, are you at home?”

"Yes, I am," Heeseung replied, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of boldness wash over you. "Because I want to say something bad…" you said, your voice low and sultry. "Something really, really bad."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then you heard Heeseung let out a low chuckle. "Well, now you've got me curious, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "What do you want to say?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement and desire. “It’s pointless to say. You’re too far away to do anything about it.”

Heeseung let out a disappointed sigh. "Oh, Y/N. You can't just leave me hanging like that," he said, his voice filled with longing. "What did you want to say?"

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of playfulness. "I'll save it for when you're here with me," you replied, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside you.

Heeseung let out a low groan. "Y/N, you're driving me crazy," he said, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll be counting down the hours till Friday.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "I'm looking forward to it too, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with excitement. "We're going to have so much fun."

Heeseung hummed softly.

You began, “I’ll let you go to sleep,” you told him. “It’s late, I know you’ve been at work all day. Call me whenever you get a chance, I’ll be here.”

Heeseung let out a grateful sigh. "Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion. "I'll definitely call you as soon as I can. Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Heeseung," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "Sleep well and take care of yourself."

As you hung up the phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in your relationship with Heeseung, and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you. With a smile on your face, you got ready for bed, feeling a sense of happiness and anticipation for what was to come.

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The next day was pretty bland. No exams throughout the day so it was pretty chill. You left class early to grab lunch with your study group in social psych to prepare for a final exam on Friday. You spent the afternoon discussing key concepts and theories with your group, finding that studying with others helped you understand the material better. By the time the evening rolled around, you felt a sense of accomplishment and confidence, knowing that you were better prepared for the upcoming exam.

Though you were waiting on Heeseung’s call, you felt a sense of calmness. The intimate call you two shared the night before left you feeling more drawn to him. You knew that he worked throughout the day. You passed the time by catching up on some reading, watching your favorite show, and chatting with friends. As the evening wore on, you couldn't help but check your phone every few minutes, hoping for a call or a text from Heeseung.

Unfortunately, the night continued to carry on and you found yourself dozing off as the clock showed 2 am. You had classes in less than 5 hours, and you needed all the sleep you could get as you had a practice test in social psych, so you allowed yourself to fall asleep in the empty room.

But your phone rang in the middle of you attempting to sleep, so you groggily reached for it, feeling pure exhaustion. It was Heeseung on the other end, and you answered it.

"Hey Heeseung, how are you?" you asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and excitement. "Hey Y/N, sorry to call so late. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed," he said, his voice filled with affection.

You felt a surge of happiness wash over you at his words. "No need to apologize, Heeseung. I'm glad you called," you replied. “How was work?”

“Same old, same old.” He yawned.

“Do you live alone? I meant to ask you a long time ago.” You said.

Heeseung let out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, I do live alone. But now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind some company. How about you come over and keep me company?" he said in a flirtatious tone.

You laughed, “Please, I wish. You know we live too far away from each other.” you told him. “Only one more day till we see each other. You can wait.”

Heeseung let out a playful sigh. "You're right, Y/N. But a guy can dream, can't he?" he said, his voice still laced with flirtatiousness.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "Of course he can. And who knows, maybe one day we won't live so far away from each other," you replied, feeling a little flirty yourself.

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I like the sound of that, Y/N. You always know how to make me smile," he said, his voice filled with fondness.

“Well, do you stay near your job? I’m curious; Wanna know where you live.” You asked him, sleepily smiling.

Heeseung chuckled. "I don't live too far from my job, actually. It's a nice little apartment not too far away from the city center," he replied. “You’ll have to come see it for yourself.”

"I'd love to come and see it, Heeseung. Maybe you can give me a tour," you said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he yawned again.

“What does your room look like?” You asked him, sitting up in your bed and rubbing your eyes.

Heeseung let out a tired laugh. "Well, it's not the most exciting room in the world, but it's cozy and comfortable. I've got my bed, a desk, and a few posters on the wall," he replied.

You couldn't help but smile at his description. "That sounds nice, Heeseung. I'm sure it's a reflection of your personality.”

“I’d hope not,” He said, “It’s so boring. I haven’t gotten around to decorating. Just black and gray, nothing special.”

“I like black and gray, my favorite colors.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Well, in that case, maybe you'll like my room. It's definitely got a lot of black and gray going on," he replied, his tone playful.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. "I'm sure I will, Heeseung. Especially if you're in it," you said.

“Oh, Y/N…you better stop with these suggestive jokes.” He laughed, “Tryna get me going at 2 in the morning?”

“Maybe, yeah. I just miss you.” You whined.

“I know, I know. I miss you too, my love. Only one more day.” He said, “I’ll make sure that our time spent together is worthwhile.”

“Can you give me a sneak peak on what you plan on doing with me on Friday? Kinda curious.” You asked him.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, I could give you a hint, but I think it might be more fun to keep you guessing.”

You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at his words. "Oh, is that so? You enjoy keeping me on my toes, don't you?"

Heeseung's voice was filled with warmth and affection. "I enjoy a lot about you, Y/N; Your smile, your laugh, your playfulness. And yes, even your desire to know what I have planned for us on Friday," he said, his tone turning more sensual.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words. "Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see," you replied, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice turned even more seductive. "Or maybe I could give you a little sneak peek, just to whet your appetite," he said, his voice filled with desire.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh really? And how would you do that, Heeseung?" you asked, feeling a little daring.

Heeseung's voice was filled with a husky tone. "I could describe in detail all the things I want to do to you on Friday," he said, his breathy voice sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you as you heard the seductive tone in Heeseung's voice. "Oh, Heeseung…”

"Let's just say that Friday is going to be a night to remember, Y/N. Don’t fret.” He said.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you listened to his words. "I don’t want to wait, Heeseung. Please…if I have to drive to Malibu myself, I’ll do it. I don’t care if you’re an hour away. I need you.” you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness and affection. "Don't worry baby. I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need and more," he said.

“Okay, okay…” You sighed, “Can you please promise to call me as early as you can tomorrow? I feel like a horn-dog whenever you call me at night.”

Heeseung chuckled. "Of course, Y/N. I'll make sure to call you early tomorrow. I don't want to make you feel like a horn-dog," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.

You let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Heeseung. I appreciate it," you said, feeling a little more at ease.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "Anything for you, Y/N.”

Thursday was such a DRAG! Your entire day was full of on and off studying and texting with Heeseung. He had work tonight but wanted to make more time for you. 

You’d never felt so happy before, so noticed, so…important.

As the evening approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited at the thought of talking to Heeseung again. You couldn't wait to hear his voice and feel his love and affection. 

Your phone rang as you began to get into the shower. Of course, answering your phone was more important than showering, duh.

You answered, “Heeseung, hi~”

"Heeyy, Y/N," Heeseung's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth. "How's my favorite girl feeling?"

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "I'm doing good now that I'm hearing your voice," you replied.

Heeseung chuckled. "That's sweet of you to say. How was your day today?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

You sighed. "It was a drag, to be honest. Just a lot of studying and work. But talking to you always makes it better," you said, feeling a little more relaxed.

Heeseung's voice was filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, baby. But don't worry, tomorrow is going to be amazing. I have so many surprises planned for us," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at his words. "So you’ve said. Are you sure you can’t give me a small hint?" you asked, feeling a little playful.

Heeseung's tone turned more seductive. "Well, let's just say that I plan on making you feel very, very good," he replied, his voice filled with desire.

You felt a wave of heat wash over you at his words. "Oh, Heeseung. You know just what to say to make me weak in the knees," you said, feeling a little breathless.

Heeseung's voice was filled with tenderness. "I love making you feel good, Y/N. And tomorrow, I'm going to make sure that you feel like the most important girl in the world," he said, his tone filled with thick, hot lust.

You rubbed your thighs together, the mere thought of him viewing you as most important, the hotter you felt.

“Are you tired?” You asked.

“Not exactly, why?” He asked.

“I’m just…kind of…” You trailed off, “Nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging like that. Just say it.” He said.

“Nooo, I'll just tell you tomorrow. Sounds good?” You asked him.

“Wow, so now you’re punishing me?” He asked, “I like it, kinky.”

You couldn't help but giggle at Heeseung's playful response. "I'm not punishing you, Heeseung. I just want it to be a surprise," you said, feeling a little mischievous.

Heeseung hummed. "I like surprises, especially when they come from you, Y/N. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he replied, his tone filled with playful curiosity.

You felt a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh, don't worry. It's going to be good," 

Heeseung's voice turned more seductive. "I’ll hold you to it.”

The call came to an end and you couldn't help but feel a sense of desire and anticipation for the upcoming day. You knew that it was going to be special, and you couldn't wait to see what kind of memories you and Heeseung would create together.

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Finally, finally, FINALLY! Friday had made its way into the week. While you still had that big exam, you couldn’t help but feel happy. You’d be able to see Heeseung today. These past few days had been pure torture. You were ready to see him (amongst the long list of other things you were excited to get from him).

You made your way to the other side of campus and joined other students waiting to test. Now, you will admit, you zoned out halfway through the test and had to snap back into reality. You couldn’t help how much you craved Heeseung, you just wanted it all to be over with.

Once the exam was done, you minear tan to your dorm and showered, shaving every inch of your body and exfoliating afterwards.

You texted Heeseung a location and a time and he sent a thumbs up back. God, you were so excited. You shimmied your way into a black body on dress and some black shoes, fluffing your hair as best you could get it and adding a tinch of makeup. You didn’t want to over do it as you had the expectations of him ruining it all before the night was over.

Keys in hand, perfume and other essentials in your bag, you made your way to your car and began your hour long journey to LA.

The roads were not as terrible as you’d thought they would be considering it was rush hour, but you got to the bakery within due time. You parked, got out, and took a deep breath as you made your way in.

You glanced around a bit and saw Heeseung leaning on the wall on his phone. 

“Heeseung,” You called, “Hey.”

He looked up at you, a grin forming on his face as he put his phone away and walked over to you. “Aw, Y/N, you look so beautiful.”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back, “Thank you thank you, I put the dress on for you. I was hoping you liked it.”

“I love it.” He said, caressing your waist as you showed him to the front and looked ahead at the long line that led to the front register.

You and Heeseung waited in line, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness wash over you. Being with him made you feel alive and special, and you cherished every moment that you spent together.

As you approached the front of the line, you and Heeseung picked out a few pastries and drinks to share. You took a seat at a small table in the corner, feeling a little shy but also excited to be spending time with him.

You and Heeseung enjoyed your treats, you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy between the two of you. He fed you every now and then, making you smile at his small displays of service.

“So,” You said, finishing your drink, “What’s the surprise?”

“Ah, that’s right.” He said, “Your surprise. Do you mind leaving your car here overnight?”

“Like…in the parking lot?” You asked, surprised.

“The parking garage, in the back. I’ll park beside you.” He said, “Just wanna make sure we ride in the same car.”

“Sure,” You told him, not seeing any reason to say no, “I’ll do it for you, park in the back. Might as well.”

“Good, let’s do that then. Don’t wanna keep my girl waiting.” He said.

As you and Heeseung made your way to the parking garage, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous about leaving your car overnight. But at the same time, you trusted Heeseung and felt that he wouldn't do anything to harm you.

Heparked his car beside yours, he turned to you with a smile. 

"Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure that we could spend as much time together as possible," he said, his tone filled with affection.

You couldn't help but feel a little touched by his words. "Of course, Heeseung. Anything for you," you replied, feeling a little shy.

As you got into Heeseung's car, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over you. You knew that he had something special planned for the two of you, and you couldn't wait to see what it was.

He turned in low music and glanced at you before driving off into the distance, “Did you pack any clothes?”

“Mm, no? I didn’t plan on staying overnight…unless you want me to.” You told him.

“I think you should stay overnight. If I get a room at a hotel, will you stay with me?” He asked, “I only have today off of work…”

You felt a little taken aback by Heeseung's request, but at the same time, you couldn't help but say yes to him. You had feelings for him, and the thought of spending the night with him was thrilling.

You took a deep breath before responding. "Yes, Heeseung. I'll stay with you," you said, your voice filled with anticipation.

Heeseung's eyes lit up with happiness. "That's great, Y/N. I'm really looking forward to it," he said, his tone filled with enticement.

As the two of you made your way to the hotel, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You had never spent the night with Heeseung before, and you didn't know what to expect.

He opened the hotel door for you and you walked in. you placed your shoes to the side and glanced around the spacious room.

He hummed, tracing his hand over your back, “The bakery was nice.”

You turned to him, “I’m glad you liked it! The strawberry shortcake I got was pretty good as well.”

“Mhm.” He hummed again, not replying to what you said. He pulled you closer to him and you let his hands run down your waist.

His eyes were low, pupils blown with pure lust.

“So…about that surprise?” You reminded him.

He didn’t smile, like how he usually did. Instead, he tucked hair behind your ears, pulling your face closer to his. Only, he turned your head to the side and you felt his plump lips resting atop of your ears. 

He huskily whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” 

“Oh…” You hummed, “I’ve been thinking too…”

“Yeah?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Thinking about what, baby?”

“You…!” Your voice came out in a squeak as one of his hands had found your butt.

He smiled a little, “What else?”

“About what you said..how I’m the most important girl to you. It made me feel good.” You told him, looking up at him. 

Your eyes locked with his own and you felt as though you’d been put in a trance.

“Cute.” He said, “You are important to me. You know that?”

You nodded, “Yes, I know.”

“And you know what important girls get?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No.”

He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "They get whatever they want," he whispered seductively. "So tell me, baby, what do you want?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bold. "I want you," you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath.

His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss you, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. You melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. Everything felt right when you felt him. Every doubt in the depths of your mind had been cast away as he held you against himself. 

He nudged your head back as he prodded his tongue between your lips and made his way in. 

From a light delicate kiss to a sloppy make out session with saliva spilling over both of your mouths, he suddenly pushed you backwards onto the bed and licked his lips.

You sat up on your hands, feeling yourself begin to smallen underneath his intense gaze.

“What?” You asked him, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He swiftly grabbed your legs, pulling them apart and to his waist as he rested himself in between. 

“Mm.” He hummed, pulling the straps to your dress down your arms, “I can’t look at you?”

“You can…” you told him. “You always can.”

He nodded, lowering his head down to your neck, “What lotion is this?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know. I think it’s called strawberry something, I got it from a shop back home.” You told him. “Why?”

He attached his lips to the side of your neck, not bothering to respond to you as he began to kiss what his mouth could reach.

You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to silence the sounds that wanted to escape. But, his hand slid up to your jaw and his finger prodded against your lips, “Suck it.”

Your heart dropped at his words, but you did what he said. You let him rest his finger on your tongue as you closed your lips around it, sucking on it like he had instructed you to. 

He lifted his head up and looked down at you, “The whole thing.” Pushing it all the way into your mouth, your nose flared a bit as the urge to gag began to creep upon you. “Come on, I know you can do better than that. Suck on it the right way.”

Literal question marks raised above your head. How else were you supposed to suck on a finger? Bite it or something? What did he want you to do?

He pulled his fingers out, taking his other hand around your jaw to open your mouth. He held up his middle and ring finger, “Stick your tongue out.”

You did as he said and he rested his fingers on the tip of your tongue, tracing the tips of both fingers around the surface of your wet muscle.

“Do this with your tongue.” He said, continuing the swirling motions.

His hand came to a halt and you did as he said, circling your tongue around his fingers. He nodded, “Good girl. Just like that.”

You kept at it until he slid his fingers further into your mouth. His fingers reached the back of your tongue, and you felt your throat beginning to convulse at his actions.

“You can gag. It’s okay.” He reassured, continuing to push his fingers further into your mouth. Once he brushed the back of your throat, you gagged, tears flooding into your eyes. You gagged again from him adding another finger.

He finally took his fingers out and wiped them on his shirt. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and focused back on pulling your dress off, “You’re so good for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?”

You shook your head, “No…”

“Good girls get to do something for me.” He said, “You know what that special thing is?”

“I don’t.” You told him, lifting your arms up as he pulled your dress off, placing it beside you both.

He held your hands, pulling you up with him off the bed. You stepped off with him and he took your place, sitting on the bed. His hands brought you down to the ground to sit on your knees between his thighs.

You had an idea where this was going as you weren’t completely obvious, however, you’d never given a guy oral. 

“Have you done this before?” He asked.

“No..” You told him, placing your hands on his thighs. “It’s my first time.”

“Again?” He smiled. “You’re so cute, you know that, Y/N? So innocent…” He reached down to unbuckle his pants and urged you to pull his belt out of the loops, to which you did.

He grabbed his belt from your hands and tossed it on the ground, caressing your chin as he titled your head up towards him.

“You already know what I want, right?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Good.” He said, “Do a good job and you’ll get your surprise, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, unzipping his pants and with his help, pulling his pants down midway.

You looked down at the very obvious bulge in his briefs. You weren’t quite sure where you’d go with this. You’d heard a multitude of stories about giving for the first time along with seeing it on various apps. 

You always felt as thought you’d be too nervous to do it for a guy as it was a very uncomfortable view for you; He was above, you were below. Your face from above was never your favorite, knowing how stupid you’d look dont it always deterred you from engaging in it. But with Heeseung, it was different; you WANTED to give him head. You wanted to do any and everything for him, all he has to do was ask.

You caressed your hand over him, slowly sliding your hand on the waistband to slowly pull it down. He deadass sprung out, it was…a sight to see, that’s for sure.

“You’re really turned on, huh?” You asked in a breathless laugh.

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, running his fingers through your hair. "You have no idea," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "But let's not waste any more time talking."

With that, he leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs wider and urging you closer with a hand on the back of your head. You took a deep breath, feeling your nerves flutter in your stomach, but you were determined to make this good for him.

You tentatively wrapped your hand around him, feeling his hardness pulse beneath your fingers. You glanced up at him for guidance, but he just gave you a small nod, leaving you to figure it out on your own.

You slowly lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch until he was fully inside. You felt him twitch against your tongue, and you knew you must be doing something right. You started to experiment with different movements, licking and sucking him in different ways until you found what made him moan the loudest.

He pushed your head down further, causing you to gag around him.

“Fuckkk…” He sighed, shifting his ups up closer to your mouth. 

Heeseung's fingers tightened in your hair, urging you on as you took him deeper and deeper, letting your own pleasure build as you felt him react to your touch. Finally, with a low growl, he came in your mouth.

His cum filled your mouth to the brim and he quickly reached down to cover your mouth, “Swallow it.”

You did as he said, swallowing as much as you could as some dropped down the crease of your lip, but he wiped it up and shoved it back into your mouth.

As you swallowed his release, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over you. You had given him pleasure and he seemed to be thoroughly pleased with your efforts.

Heeseung leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily as he looked at you with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You sure that was your first time?" he asked.

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at his words. "Yes, it was," you replied, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Heeseung chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Well, you certainly have a natural talent for it," he said, pulling you up for a deep kiss. "I can't wait to see what else my girl is capable of…"

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, knowing that you were willing to do anything to please him. You were eager to explore more with him and see where this newfound chemistry would take you.

Heeseung pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a serious expression. "But remember, Y/N, this is just between us," he said, his tone firm. "No one else can know about what we do together."

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Why can’t anyone know?”

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you. "It's just… complicated," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It could cause problems for both of us."

“It won’t cause problems for me..” You told him, the once happy feeling you felt within your chest being replaced with slight sadness.

Heeseung's eyes softened as he looked at you, sensing the sadness in your tone. "I know it won't cause problems for you, Y/N," he said, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "But it’ll cause problems for me.”

You nodded, understanding his concerns. You didn't want to cause any trouble for him, even if it meant keeping your situationship a secret. But it still hurts to think that what you had with Heeseung couldn't be fully acknowledged and celebrated.

"It's okay," you said, forcing a smile. "I understand. Our secret is safe with me."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft against yours. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered against your mouth. "I promise to make it up to you in other ways."

You sadly nodded at his words, “Alright..”

He looked at you for a while, resting you in his lap as he wiped your lips, “Are you sad?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering honestly. "A little bit," you admitted. "I just wish we could be open about this, you know? It feels like we have to hide this part of ourselves and that kind of hurts."

Heeseung's expression softened as he looked at you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N," he said, his voice gentle. "But that doesn’t change anything. How about we just take it day by day and see where it goes, yeah? You know, I’d do anything for you, Y/N. Even if that means calling you at night just to hear your voice; Anything.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, feeling a rush of affection for this man who was willing to do anything for you. "Okay, that makes me happy." you said, looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you for saying that."

Heeseung leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "Anything for you." he murmured against your mouth.

His hands found your bra, pulling it over your head and pulling you closer against his chest.

“What surprise did you have for me?” You asked him.

“Ah, that’s right.” He smiled, getting up from underneath you and fixing his pants. He glanced around the room for a bit, and then found his way to the small fridge underneath the tv. When he opened it, you saw a variety of foods and drinks. He grabbed out a whipped bottle of something, you were unable to read the label.

“What’s that?”

He looked down at it, before looking up at you, “Whipped cream.”

“Huh?” You asked, confused at why he’d be surprising you with whip cream.

“Just wait, you’ll see.” He said, pushing you down on the bed. You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung pushed you down on the bed, wondering what he had in store for you with the whipped cream.

He climbed on top of you, holding the can of whipped cream in one hand as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as his tongue traced over your bottom lip.

He pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eye as he sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on your neck. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the cold cream against your skin.

Heeseung leaned down to lick it off, his tongue tracing over your neck and collarbone, making you moan with pleasure. He sprayed more whipped cream on your chest, his tongue lapping at it eagerly as he explored every inch of your skin.

You felt a sense of surprise wash over you as Heeseung continued to explore your body with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement. 

Eventually, he licked his way down to your panties, pulling them off with his teeth.

“So pretty.” He remarked, shaking the bottle of whip cream. 

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you as Heeseung shook the bottle of whipped cream, wondering what he had in store for you next. Your body felt alive with desire and excitement, eager to see where this newfound chemistry with Heeseung would take you.

He sprayed the whipped cream over your bare mound, making you gasp at the cold sensation. Heeseung leaned in, his tongue lapping eagerly at the cream as he explored every inch of your sex.

You moaned with pleasure as he continued to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue tracing over every fold and crevice of your sex. The combination of the cold cream and his warm, wet mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and cry out in ecstasy.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with the whipped cream, pushing you to new heights of pleasure and excitement. You didn't know where this would lead you, but you were happy just to be in his arms and explore the depths of your desires together.

As he brought you to the brink of orgasm, he pulled away with a devilish grin. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "There's still so much more I want to do with you."

You felt a sense of anticipation wash over you at his words, wondering what other pleasures he had in store for you. You were ready and willing to explore every inch of your desires with Heeseung, eager to see where this forbidden romance would take you.

Heeseung's gaze was intense as he looked at you, his hand trailing up your thigh. "I want to explore every inch of your body, Y/N," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to taste every part of you and make you scream my name."

You felt a rush of desire at his words, knowing that he was completely in control of your pleasure. You were eager to see what other pleasures he had in store for you.

He leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hand trailed up to your breast. He teased your nipple, making you moan with pleasure as he continued to kiss you deeply.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to make you mine, Y/N," he said, his voice full of passion. "I want to claim you in every way possible and make you mine forever."

He leaned in to kiss you again, his hand trailing down to your sex as he began to pleasure you once more. You closed your eyes and gave yourself over to the sensations, knowing that Heeseung would take you to new heights of pleasure and excitement.

Heeseung continued to pleasure you with his skilled hands, exploring every inch of your body with passion and desire. You felt completely consumed by the intensity of his touch, as he took you to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

As you moaned and writhed beneath him, Heeseung whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he desired you and how he wanted to make you his forever. You felt a sense of belonging wash over you, knowing that you were completely in his grasp and that he would take care of you.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, kissing and nibbling at the back of your neck as his hands roamed over your body. His hands gripped the curvature of your ass, spreading you apart. You felt him position himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you as you let out a moan of pleasure.

He began to move in a steady rhythm, his strokes deep and powerful as he took you to new heights of pleasure. You cried out as he brought you to an intense orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure as you surrendered to him completely.

As you came down from your high, Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes slow and deliberate as he took his time pleasuring you. You felt a sense of intimacy and connection with him as he held you close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You knew that what you had with Heeseung was a secret, but at that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure you shared with him, and the promise of more to come.

Heeseung continued to move inside of you, his strokes becoming faster and more intense as he neared his own release. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you as he let out a low groan, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside of you.

He laid onto the bed beside you, ease washed over you, knowing that you had shared something special and intimate with him. You snuggled up to him, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

He pulled the blankets over you both as he pulled your leg to rest over his own. “You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you breathed in his natural scent.

Time passed as you laid there beside him, until you felt the urge to pee. You tapped him to let go of you and you got up. 

Stupidly, you got up too quickly and felt something drip down your leg. 

“What the fuck…” You gasped, watching white liquid come from out of you.

You glanced back at him from behind you and he looked down at your legs.

“Heeseung, what is this?” You asked him, panic arising in your chest.

He got up, pulling his pants on and walking over to you. “It’s…” He trailed off, walking into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel.

He got down and wiped the liquid away, throwing the towel in the trash when he finished. 

You felt a sense of panic and confusion wash over you as Heeseung wiped the white liquid away from your legs. You didn't know what was happening or why you were leaking this strange substance.

"What is this, Heeseung?" you asked again, your voice trembling with fear.

Heeseung looked up at you, his expression serious. "It's just something that comes out when you’re being pleasured. Nothing to worry about.” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at his words, knowing that it was nothing serious or harmful. You were still embarrassed, however, and wished that it hadn't happened in front of Heeseung.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice soft. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Heeseung shook his head, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Y/N," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

After you had taken care of your business in the bathroom, you returned to the bed and snuggled up to Heeseung once again. You felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you as you lay there with him, his arms wrapped around you as you both relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.

As the night wore on, you talked about your hopes and dreams, sharing your deepest desires and fears with him. You felt a sense of intimacy with him, feeling as though he truly heard you and saw you for who you were. 

As the hours ticked by, you both drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined as you slept peacefully in each other's arms. You didn't know what the future held for your relationship, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

In the morning, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. You opened your eyes and smiled as you saw Heeseung lying next to you, his eyes closed.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling happiness and contentment wash over you. You didn't know what the day would bring, but for now, you were happy just to be with him and explore the depths of your desires together.

As you got up and spruced up the room, you glanced over at Heeseung and saw his phone beside his hand. You noticed that his phone had multiple missed calls. You felt a sense of curiosity wash over you, wondering who could be trying to reach him so urgently.

You picked up his phone and dialed the most recent number, feeling a sense of unease wash over you as the phone rang. After a few rings, a girl answered the phone.

As you dialed the number back, a girl answered adamantly, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Y/N. May I know who's speaking?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm Hana, who are you?" the girl replied, her voice direct.

"I'm calling about the missed calls on Heeseung's phone," you said, your voice growing more insistent. “Just out of curiosity.”

Hana hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number," she said, her voice still confident.

You felt a sense of confusion and unease wash over you as you hung up the phone. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but Hana's confident response made you wonder if it was just a simple misunderstanding.

Heeseung began to stir beside you, you quickly put his phone back on the bed and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to give away that you had been snooping through his phone.

As Heeseung woke up and stretched, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over you. You didn't want to start the day with a lie, but you also didn't want to confront him about the missed calls and risk causing a fight.

You snuggled up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek, trying to push your worries to the back of your mind. 

“Hey,” He said, “Goodmorning.”

“Morning.” You said back, faking a smile.

Heeseung sat up and placed his phone face down on the nightstand, you felt a sense of relief that he wasn't immediately checking his messages. You didn’t know what to title what you both were, but you still couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and unease about the missed calls and Hana.

He turned to you and smiled, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Is everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm not sure," you said, your voice soft. "I noticed that you had some missed calls earlier. Is everything okay?"

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, his voice reassuring. "It was just a friend from work trying to reach me. Nothing serious."

“Isn’t it kind of weird for a friend from work to blow your phone up? It might be something serious. Why don’t you call them back?” You asked him, trying to see if he reacted indifferently to what you said.

Heeseung looked at you, his expression turning slightly. "It's not that weird," he said, his voice unwavering. "Sometimes work stuff comes up and people need to get in touch with me urgently. But I'll call them back later and check in to make sure everything's okay."

You sensed Heeseung's confidence in his explanation. Yeah, sure. You listened to Heeseung's explanation about the missed calls, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. You knew that he often received calls and messages from work, but the number of missed calls seemed excessive.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" you asked, your voice hesitant. "It just seems a bit strange for someone to call you so many times in a row."

Heeseung sighed. "Look, Y/N, it's really not a big deal," he said. "I'll call them back later and figure out what's going on. It's probably just something that needs my attention."

You felt a sense of disappointment wash over you at his. 

"I just want to make sure that everything's okay," you said, your voice softening. "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Heeseung looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice softening as well. "I appreciate your concern. I'll call them back when you leave and see what's going on."

You nodded, “Right. When I leave..”

“Is that a problem?” He asked.

“No, it’s not. It’s fine.” You told him, getting up from the bed and huffing as you grabbed your dress. “It’s totally fine.”

He watched you walk back and forth throughout the room before getting up and walking over to you.

“Well, you know what? I called the ‘friend from work’ back. It’s a girl. Hana. Why’d she say I had the wrong number? Why would she lie about that?” You admitted, unable to contain your built up frustrations.

Heeseung's expression turned serious as he listened to your question. You were sure he knew that you were feeling jealous and insecure, and you hoped he didn't want to make things worse by being evasive or dismissive.

"I get that you’re upset, but there’s nothing to be upset about. You’re overthinking it.”

You took a deep breath, maybe he was right. Maybe there was nothing to worry about.

“Do you promise that I’m overthinking it?” You asked him.

“Promise.” He said.

You nodded, deciding to let it go as you slipped your dress back on. You brushed your teeth in the bathroom beside him as he did the same, watching him occasionally glance at his phone that he kept beside him at all times.

When you were in the car with him on your way back to the bakery, you asked to check the time in his phone but he excused your request, explaining that he was trying to save his battery.

You kissed him goodbye, asking him to call you as soon as he got home, to which he agreed. You watched him drive off as you sat in your car, pondering to yourself.

You’d find out who this ‘Hana’ was even if it was the last thing you’d do. Heeseung was yours.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom !!

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 19

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 29,507

3. What fandoms do you write for? 911 Lone Star, 911, The Old Guard, Shadowhunters, RWRB

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

victories, defined | a 911 Season 7 coda to the medal ceremony. Tommy confronts Gerrard (i dont really like this one tbh)

hitchcokian | a 911 season 7 coda. buck calls Tommy right after he runs into Kim. (this one is okay, but i fear i wasted the title "hitchcockian" on this when it would be cool do a genre-bending thing. idk)

echoes | 911 Lone Star Season 1. Carlos waits in the hospital after TK is shot and really talks to the 126 for the first time.

why | 911 Lone Star. the silliest thing i've ever written, and it's all @lemonlyman-dotcom's fault. Carlos buys Lou II pajamas and then realizes he has to put the pajamas ... on Lou II and regrets every decision that led him there.

halted beginnings | 911 Lone Star. post-engagement. Carlos is in love. But he's forgotten about something.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do, although I think im kinda behind on doing so? I do forget to sometimes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i think it's a tie between halted beginnings (linked above) and fundamental. they are essentially sister stories, with fundamental being the meta-verison of halted beginnings. they both tackle Carlos forgetting about Iris when he says yes to TK's proposal. halted beginnings is more of a character introspection into how, in the moment, Carlos might have forgotten about Iris. fundamental takes the meta-approach that Carlos/Iris were never planned from the beginning and is written as if Carlos, the character from season 1-3, knows someone else is rewriting his history (the writer, or "Tim," as I called him in the annotations lol). Both fics end on a heavy note, with Carlos either putting off telling TK (halted beginnings) or a rewritten version of Carlos taking over Seasons 1-3 Carlos (fundamental).

7. What is the fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably "why" (linked above). TK and Lou II in matching pajamas ... couldn't be better!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't, and I hope it stays that way.

9. Do you write smut? not really

10. Do you write crossovers? No, but I would like to

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no. but open to that if anyone wanted to translate

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nooooooo, but I would love to collaborate on something!!!! Idk how to find a person to collaborate with though lol

16. What are your writing strengths? i really don't know ... someone else tell me. i feel like i always want to make people feel like they are in the room with the character, and i thiiiiiink i do that. or at least im getting better at it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? plotting, finishing wips lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't do it, but I definitely could be better at adding in there.

19. First fandom you wrote for? for this question I'll take into account my past fan fic writing life, which was a long time ago. Angel

20. Favorite fics you've written?

In no particular order:

large popcorn with a bag of m&ms | an Old Guard fic I wrote in 2021 that I really want to turn into a longer series. It's Nile-centric and about how she misses her real family while adjusting to her new immortal life.

peace | a 911 Lone Star fic that is actually pretty angsty too, haha. it's very short, but I was stretching some more poetic writing muscles I hadnt used in a long time. This is Carlos, after the breakup

Staring at ghosts | my newest one, 911, bucktommy. It's a wip, but I really love the first chapter, and I'm really excited about the rest of it I have outlined and partly written. Buck and Tommy are still in the fairly early stages of their relationship, and Buck doesn't really know how to open up when he starts having dreams about the lightning strike.

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Fade to Green Part II

Part I

Series Summary: Vaena Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, becomes the lover of Queen Alicent, who intends to keep her by any means necessary.

Pairings: Alicent Hightower/OFC, Aemond Targaryen/OFC

Warnings/Tags: dead dove do not eat, smut, incest, yandere, porn with a pinch of plot, grooming maybe?, ofc is of age tho, drunk sex, spanking, power dynamics, body worship, oral, betrayal, ofc is morally questionable because this is game of thrones goddamnit, angst, Velaryons are black, ofc is either white or white passing, dubious if ofc is Laenor's or Daemond's child, breeding kink, hand feeding, period typical sexism, period typical homophobia, threats of violence.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: This chapter is pretty Aemond-centric

"Eyes closed, both by blade, falling into the seven hells blind, his widow will not mourn him, but will join soon after."

Those were the new cryptic words Helaena kept repeating. Vaena was no different than anyone else in the family when it came to listening to her, if she did, she might have clued in that Helaena's words were prophetic. She was too consumed by thoughts of her engagement and her affair.

"We are to be sisters soon." Helaena spoke, more lucid now. Vaena smiled.

"Yes, I am excited. You feel like a sister to me already. I cannot wait for our children to play together."

Helaena said nothing, looking away, seeming distressed, for whatever reason, it made Vaena's heart drop down to her stomach. It wasn't like a rejection, it was like she knew a terrible truth.

"Are you alright?" Vaena asked. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but she knew Helaena didn't like to be touched by many people, one of the exceptions being Aemond. She reflected on Aemond's gentleness with his sister when he was severe in every other part of life, hoping that she might receive some of the same affection when she became his wife.

Helaena started back up repeating those cryptic words from earlier.

When Vaena was getting measured for her gown, Alicent was in the room, making all the decisions and saying exactly how she felt about the fabrics and the structure of the gown. She feigned frustration, dismissing the seamstresses from the room temporarily so it was just her and Vaena, and Vaena was in nothing but a corset and some small clothes.

"Is everything alright, my queen?"

"Yes, they're doing a fine job, but I wanted a moment with you." Alicent approached her future daughter in law, her lover, tucking a silver curl behind her ear. Vaena stood on a pedestal, her chest at Alicent's eye level, making it hard for her queen to maintain a sense of propriety.

"If these get any larger, I'll have to insist you retire all those enticing dresses and wear something more modest." Alicent told her. She knew Vaena's already soft and womanly body would fill out even more. Between her and Aemond, Vaena wouldn't want for admiration and pleasure, even as the eyes of men at court would start to turn in the direction of a willowy young maiden who had just flowered.

"I don't think a high neckline will do much to hide their shape, my queen." Vaena played into her queen's flirtation, inhaling deeply so her chest would expand and encroach Alicent's line of sight even more. "And wouldn't you like to look at them at your convenience, make a terribly boring day at court more pleasing?"

"If I got everything I wanted, you wouldn't be wearing clothes and you'd be confined to my chambers."

Vaena blushed, disappointed that Alicent had the restraint to not lift her breasts from her corset and suck on them. She was unable to stop herself from stealing glances even after the seamstresses returned. Even when Alicent approved of a concept for a wedding gown, Vaena was more attentive to Alicent than she was to the gown.

If she had cared to pay more attention, she might have noticed the message that green embroidery overtaking a white, Valyrian style wedding gown would send to the realm.

Even on her wedding day, she was more focused on the loss she felt with her family not being present, having abandoned her with a lack of letters. Vaena maintained composure, even though her mind had plenty of time to stew on the topic as her hair was braided and adorned with emerald jewels, today was not the day to cry.

When Aemond saw his bride enter the sept, he was in awe of her beauty. Green suited her silver hair and violet eyes. Her womanly body, silhouetted by the daylight outside the sept, suited the quiet opulence and loud message of her gown and emerald jewels that glimmered as she walked down the aisle, she would be given away by Aegon, seeing as her father was dead. She was not only surrendering herself to him as his wife today, she, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was declaring her surrender to King Aegon II. The Blacks would hear about this betrayal, they would have lost the precious blood of a Valyrian woman. With Helaena by Aegon's side and soon Vaena by his, Aemond knew it would further legitimize The Greens in the eyes of the realm, Rhaenyra and her Strong boys hadn't a chance in the court of public opinion.

When they exchanged vows, Vaena kept unflinching eye contact, looking at him as if he had two eyes and was unscarred. Aemond was overcome with desire for his bride, she was perfect and eager in a way Aemond believed was above someone like him, a second son, a man with one eye.

And there would be no one to gawk and grope during the bedding ceremony, he remembered being powerless to stop what happened to Helaena on her wedding night, the late King Viserys had a kingsguard restrain him when he tried to attack a man who grabbed his sister. He wasn't untouched by women or an especially pious man, but the vile nature of men of a lower station treating a princess, especially one as fair and pure as his sister, like a common whore made him see red. He'd ban the barbaric ceremony if he were King, but Aegon had no interest in getting rid of the tradition.

During the wedding feast, Vaena noticed that Aemond was vigilant of their surroundings. He did not drink more than a cup of wine, declining servants' offers for it to be refilled. He put no such restrictions on Vaena, new brides benefitted from being mellowed with wine. She maintained a warm demeanor throughout their wedding feast, Aemond would whisper observations about the guests in her ear that would make her laugh, they leaned towards each other in their seats, and Vaena's warm smiles proved contagious to her husband.

Alicent watched the newlyweds. She had hoped and prayed to see Aemond this happy on his wedding day with a beautiful bride who reacted to him the way Vaena did. She supposed she got her wish, but at the price of seeing her lover look at another affectionately and at the price of knowing she pawned off a woman she had in her bed to her own son. If the marriage was successful, Alicent hoped it would assuage her guilt.

When she congratulated them, Vaena embraced her, almost as if a daughter would her mother if she hadn't just slightly pressed her chest against hers, a hidden message of sensuality no one but them could detect.

As the night drew on, the imminence of the bedding drew closer. Vaena looked at her husband expectantly through heavy lidded eyes.

"You won't let Larys Strong touch me, will you?" Vaena spoke with dulled inhibitions, thinking how awful it would be for such a rat to get to touch her before her husband.

"I'd be willing to gut every man here, but I've devised a plan that would spare you the indignity of having to see such violence." Aemond reassured her. "Ser Criston will be creating a diversion so that we might make it out of this wedding feast with our clothes intact." Aemond whispered in her ear.

"Thank you." Vaena said, her eyes now on his lips, thin and sharp, not at all like his mother's. There wasn't really anything about him that was like his mother, his features severe and wholly those of a Valyrian man.

Vaena watched Ser Criston carefully, wondering what his plan was. She noticed that he was basically shepherding the high lords, moving the crowd around with social graces until a most explosive confrontation between the young Lords Horus Tyrell and Edmond Frey was orchestrated. The two lords were frought enemies, Edmond had taken Horus' cousin, Wynona Tyrell, as his wife and she was found dead after a year of being unable to produce an heir, Horus swore to the Gods he knew his cousin was murdered. There had been significant effort to keep House Tyrell and House Frey separate, an effort Ser Criston intentionally sabotaged.

Horus drew his sword and chaos ensued, all eyes were on the spectacle. Noble ladies screamed in terror, Aegon reveled in the spectacle, making no orders to stop it.

"That would be our cue, wife." Aemond whispered in her ear before taking her hand and leading her opposite of where the crowd was gawking and through a door utilized by the cooks and cupbearers that supplied the festivities.

They ran through the kitchens and out the door that'd take them to the direction of his chamber. Aemond wrapped his arm around her skirts, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way.

"Your plan is going to get one of those men killed!" Vaena scolded. Aemond smirked.

"Did I not tell you earlier that I would kill every man there to keep you untouched?" Aemond sealed the rhetorical question with a kiss on his wife's soft lips reddened with wine and sensuous blood that tinged her cheeks as well.

Upon arriving to their chambers, Aemond set her down and sprung into action.

"Lock the door." Aemond ordered. Vaena did so, watching her husband drag a heavy bookcase in front of the door for extra reassurance.

"Excellent idea." Vaena said. "I told the queen that I wouldn't let you leave these chambers until I was with child." Vaena rubbed her hands around the planes of Aemond's chest and shoulders. "She wants a little army of grandchildren."

"That, I think, we can arrange." Aemond having no qualms with the idea, sealed the agreement with a kiss. If Vaena were as fertile and wanton as her mother, the realm would be so overrun with little Targaryens that Westerosi houses would start to turn Valyrian, House Tyrell looked particularly appealing for such a plot and as of tonight there'd potentially be one less Tyrell in line for the lordship.

Vaena slipped her tongue into her husband's mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, Aemond made sure to keep her balanced, seeing as she was clumsy with wine, her body had a satisfying weight in his arms, whether he was carrying her or holding her upright.

Aemond turned her around and undid her wedding gown, thankful the garment was fairly simple. When stripped to her smallclothes, he removed the emerald ornaments in her hair, which proved harder than the gown, Vaena eventually joined in to speed up the process of letting her curls free. Aemond made short work of her smallclothes, unlacing her corset and peeling off her chemise to reveal her nude form, one as exquisite as Aemond imagined it would be.

Vaena set to work on her husband's clothes, he had not dressed much more formal for his wedding save for some extra embroidery and more green. She struggled to undress her husband as he smoothed his hands up and down her nude flesh, getting her warm and pliant for her marriage bed. What she revealed was a slender, sinewy body with a crop of coarse white-blond hair on his chest and surrounding his cock, which sprung eagerly from the confines of his smallclothes. Vaena kneeled down at the sight of it, she had never seen an adult man's cock, but her husband's had a meatiness to it that didn't match the rest of him and was practically begging to have a mouth wrapped around it.

"No." Aemond stopped her. "You can suck my cock as much as you please when you're with child, but I have no intentions of letting my seed go to waste while you still have an empty womb."

Her husband was right, as disappointed as she was, all the more reason for her to get with child as soon as possible.

Aemond, however, made sure she was on her back, her thighs pushed back until her knees were on either side of her shoulders so he could devour her pussy. He wasn't as good as his mother, but he still brought her to climax multiple times, telling her it would make her womb more receptive to his seed.

"Wait, you're not fully naked yet, husband."

Before Aemond realized what she meant, Vaena reached up to remove his eyepatch, revealing the sparkling sapphire it concealed. She gasped, Aemond thought out of horror until she told him otherwise.

"You're striking." She pet his hair to reassure him.

It was enough to make Aemond snake his way up her body, kissing and nipping her belly and breasts, until his cock stood ready against her cunt and kept intense eye contact with his bride, as though to test to see if she really thought the sapphire in his eye socket was truly bearable to look at.

Just as he was about to penetrate her, there was excited chattering outside their bedchamber. Aemond paused, the crowd made him feel anxiety about his performance.

"Fuck, of course they're going to crowd around outside the door." Aemond hissed quietly, more to himself than to Vaena.

"Well, let's give them a little show." Vaena's eyes lit up and a sultry grin curled her lips. "Oh gods, Aemond, I don't know if it'll fit inside of me!"

Aemond's pupils dilated, he was both aroused and blindsided at his new wife's boldness, a string of precum dripped onto her swollen pussy lips.

"Don't worry, it should only hurt for a moment, you're so wet for me." Aemond said, looking deeply into her eyes before filling her completely.

"Seven hells!" Vaena cried out. "It hurts but it feels so good."

Aemond groaned at the sight of her virginal blood being diluted by her arousal. "You're even lovelier than I expected." Aemond groaned. "You're so tight."

When Vaena hoped Aemond would burn brightly in their marriage bed, she hadn't expected it to be quite like this. It was wildly different from when she pleasured her queen, there was something more primal about the way her body responded to Aemond, an instantaneous heat and need that made Vaena understand why incest was the norm of their families.

With every needy, desperate thrust of Aemond's, equally desperate sounds poured from Vaena's soft lips. The intrusive crowd outside wanted a show, they were getting one, but not the one they expected of a fair maiden being horrified by a man with one eye.

"I hope your seed takes right now, the very first time having me, taking my maidenhead." Vaena made no effort to hold back her desire.

"If we're fortunate, we might have twins like my brother and sister did." Aemond played along, feeling her cunt grip even tighter around him at the suggestion of twins.

"I would want nothing more, except maybe triplets, should the gods be so generous to provide them."

When Aemond filled her with his seed, the pair of them cried out, Vaena's thighs squeezed by instinct, unrelenting for several minutes as their cries softened into panting, Aemond's softening cock was sensitive to his wife's cunt fluttering around it, trying to milk every last drop of seed, her powerful thighs, thighs of a dragonrider, kept him locked in place, his seed having time to settle into her, less would be wasted on their sheets.

"I didn't think my little brother had it in him." Aegon could be heard from behind the door. Aemond eye rolled at the comment, much to Vaena's amusement.

When the crowd eventually left, Vaena settled into Aemond's arms, spent and sated as he was.

"You still had your maidenhead." Aemond said very matter of factly.

"Of course I still had my maidenhead, I hadn't been with a man before you."

"They can be destroyed with fingers, some maesters even claim they can break while a woman's on horseback or dragonback, but that's heavily debated."

"Your mother refused to do anything with me that would break my maidenhead." Vaena told Aemond truthfully. "Not even a finger."

"My mother is a wise woman. Which is why I was surprised to find you two in bed together. She looked happy in a way I never saw her happy with Viserys, so I kept it to myself until I was told I would be marrying you."

"I hope you would not deprive her now that we are married."

"As long as you do not take another lover and make yourself available to me, I see no reason why you shouldn't entertain my mother." He set clear boundaries and Vaena did not object to them.

A couple hours before dawn, a sleepless Alicent, curiosity overriding her better judgement, decided to make use of the servant's corridors to check on Vaena and Aemond, peaking through a slight crack in the door.

The newlyweds were spent, sleeping, Vaena was possessively wrapped in Aemond's arms as his superior height formed something of a cradle for his wife to settle into, their bodies flush against each other as they slept on their sides, and Aemond was without his eyepatch, his sapphire eye catching the moonlight. She smiled to herself before returning back to her own chambers where she would sleep restlessly alone while the newlyweds still acquainted themselves in their marriage bed.

Aemond was woken up by a loud sound. He rose from his warm bed, prying himself from his sweet wife before throwing on a silk green robe to conceal his nude body. The sound came from the window, where he went to investigate and saw an unexpected sight.

"I don't think I have ever seen you up this early, brother." Aemond called down. He had not fastened his robe with enough care, his chest was exposed and his voice was still thick with sleep.

"The maesters need to confirm the purity of the bride. They won't shut up about it and decided it was my problem." Aegon informed his brother with the understanding that he was a nuisance and not in the way he generally made himself to be a nuisance.

Aemond collected the bloodstained bedsheet, trying not to stir his wife awake, and hung it out the window using two heavy objects to pin the corners down to the window sill.

"Proof enough, brother?" Aemond hissed, turning away from the window as the king laughed from below.

"Now put a babe in her cunt before her whore mother thinks to take her back. Your king commands it!"

As crude as the king put it, Aemond knew that Rhaenyra would have no qualms wedding her despoiled daughter to some traitorous house, House Stark immediately coming to mind. Aegon was right, it was imperative to get Vaena with child.

"Who's shouting so loudly at such an early hour?" Vaena asked groggily, approaching the window in a nightgown and robe she had just thrown on for modesty's sake, her mess of curls showing off just how well she had been fucked the night before.

"Sweet sister, marriage agrees with you." Aegon flattered her.

"Thank you, your grace. What brings you to our window?" Vaena rubbed her eyes, sleepily leaning on Aemond.

"Your king requires a host of nieces and nephews."

"Then I shall tear your brother away from this window and return him to our marriage bed." Vaena laughed, grabbing Aemond and dragging him back to bed... where they proceeded to sleep for a few hours more before getting back to work on making new princes and princesses.

Vaena made a risky decision and decided to lick up his scar and just before her tongue touched his sapphire, her tongue rounded around his eye socket. Aemond hadn't expected to like that as much as he did, he couldn't hold back a moan, his cock grew painfully hard and he felt a richness at the back of his throat. His eye still hurt him physically sometimes, but it seemed the area was just as sensitive to pleasure as it was to pain.

When he took her that morning, he took her from the back like a dragon would, showing little restraint and receiving no pushback as he fucked her with the ferocity of a dragon.

"You'll be the most beautiful woman in all the seven kingdoms when you're heavy with child. The realm will know you're mine." Rhaenyra was known for having chubby, healthy babies, most of them boys, Aemond hoped Vaena took after her mother in this regard.

He was steadily coming to the conclusion that Rhaenyra's scandalous behavior probably had little to do with her and more to do with the fact her father and her late husband were unwilling to tame her, and now she was in the arms of Daemon fucking Targaryen.

It would be a difficult task, but he could right the sins of his father using his beautifully wanton granddaughter.

After topping her cunt up with more of his seed, Vaena's stomach let out a loud growl. Aemond promptly had breakfast sent up, removing the book case blocking the door and putting his eyepatch back on while they waited. To their surprise, breakfast came with a tiered tray of sweets and pastries, all of Vaena's favorites, and a handwritten note of congratulations from Alicent. Vaena quickly ate the more substantive parts of her breakfast and had no trouble sampling the desserts.

"No wonder you're so soft, you have quite the sweet tooth."

"Am I too plump?" Vaena asked, a little self conscious.

"Not at all." Aemond answered, surprised by the question. She had more weight to her than other maidens at court, but such a fine shape that it added to her beauty. "Before we were wed, after a long day of training and assisting my brother and the hand with running the realm, there was not an idea in my mind so alluring as a soft bed with a soft wife."

He thought of a whore Aegon had forced upon him when they were younger who had heavy tits leaking milk, sealing a specific preference in women he had yet to develop. He thought of Helaena as she filled out after having her three children and how he wished he could have been the one to father them. He thought of how he wrapped his hand around his shaft the night before his wedding, thinking of how beautiful Vaena would look riding him, her tits so full and round and she was just a maiden.

As if she read his mind, she mounted him like a dragon, telling him that if he didn't want her figure reduced from her exertion in their wedding bed, he had best feed her the rest of her sweets as she rode him.

Over the days the pair had to each other, Vaena had proved herself hypnotically wanton and Aemond proved himself capable of keeping up. Aemond took great pain in prying himself from his marriage bed to return to his princely duties, only having the willpower to attend to them when Vaena promised she would cater to his whims when night fell.

[slut4corbin]

Motorcycles And Date Nights (Chapter 7)

Note : *This is most likely the last chapter of this fanfiction, but I don't know yet!*

Summary : The reader and Baron Corbin both have a crush on each other but what happens when Baron asks the reader if she wants to go on a date with him

Warning (s) : Smut and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 905

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

*From previous chapter*

Once we made it to the door. Baron opened the door, letting me step outside the building first with him quickly following me. After a few minutes of walking me and Baron finally made it to the motorcycle. Baron quickly grabbed his helmet and put it on his head before getting on the motorcycle and turning on the motorcycle once again. I quickly put on my helmet and climbed over the motorcycle. Once I got comfortable, I wrapped my arms around Baron, and with that, he backed up the motorcycle and took off out of the parking lot.

After a few minutes of riding, we finally made it to his house. Baron got off the motorcycle and took off his helmet once again. "Grab my hand." He said, holding out his hand. "Okay." I replied back as I grabbed his hand as he helped me off the motorcycle like he did the day before. Once I was off the motorcycle, he gently pulled the helmet off my head, causing me to giggle. "There's your beautiful face." Baron said, smiling as he slowly leaned down to kiss me. I quickly accepted the kiss by opening my mouth and letting him put his tongue in my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing Baron, he finally pulled away from the kiss. "Let's go inside."

Baron said, basically dragging me to the front door of the house. Once we made it to the front door, Baron quickly opened the door, letting me walk in first, quickly following behind me. Once we were inside, he shut and locked the door before shoving me up against it. "Y/N, you want to join me in the shower?" Baron asked, nipping at my neck, causing me to moan a little bit. "Yes." I replied, and with that, he carried me upstairs to his room. Once we got to his bedroom door, he put me down on the ground, causing me to pout. "Y/N, it's going to be ok. Once we get in the shower, you will completely forget about that." He said, causing me to smile. Baron finally opened the door, letting me walk in first like he always does.

"Head to the bathroom Y/N." Baron said, locking the door. As I walked to the bathroom, I felt a jolt of excitement course through my body. Once, I made it to the bathroom door. I quickly opened the door and walked inside, taking off my clothes. After I was done, I sat down on the toilet as I waited for Baron. After a few seconds of waiting, he finally walked into the bathroom with two towels in his hands. "I'm sorry Y/N I had to grab some clean towels." He said, smiling."That's fine, but I think you should take your clothes off too." I replied, smirking, causing him to take his shirt off slowly. "Let me help you." I said, getting up and helping him take off his shirt.

Once his shirt was off, I quickly grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down. Baron ended up stopping me before I could get his pants all the way down his legs. "Go turn on the shower, Y/N." He said, taking off his pants and boxers. As we waited for the water to get nice and warm. I stood on my tip toes and placed a kiss on his lips. "Let's get in the shower." Baron said against my lips, and with that, we got in the shower. While I was washing my hair, I felt Baron's hands run down my sides.

"Baron." I said. "Yes." He replied. "Let me get the shampoo out of my hair, then you can touch me." I replied, running my fingers through my hair, trying to get all the shampoo out. After a few minutes, I finally got all the shampoo out. I slowly rubbed my eyes, making sure I could see. Once I could see, I turned around and faced Baron. "I'm done." I said, causing him to shove me up against the shower wall, shoving his dick inside. I tensed up at the suprise. "You ok?" Baron asked, pulling out of me. "No, I'm fine." I replied. "You sure?" He asked once again, making eye contact with me. I sighed as I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I'm fine, but I want you inside me again." I said, and with that, he shoved himself back inside me, causing me to moan. "F- Fuck that feels good."

I strutted through the moans. After a few minutes of waiting until I got comfortable with his size, he started to slowly thrust in and out of me, making me a moaning mess. "You like that?" He asked, nipping at my neck. "Holy fuck yes." I moaned out loud making him go faster. After a few minutes, Baron came inside me. "Holy fuck that was fun." He said as he pulled out of me. Eventually me and Baron got out of the shower and dried off, and put our clothes back on. "Let's go to sleep." Baron said, smiling. I nodded my head in approval, and with that, we headed to the bed and quickly fell asleep, all cuddled up next to each other.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Big Bad x AFAB!Princess!Reader || Smutshot

Plot:

You're holding a hand tight over your mouth to keep from screaming, the pleasure of having your cunt stretched and pummeled all too much for you. // "Next time you come ta the cottage... you'll be able to scream as loud as you want. I don't care what anyone thinks, listenin' in. They're gonna think I'm fucken eating you whole with how loud I'll train ya to be for me. I wanna hear those squeals~"

Basically, Big Bad pulls through on his promise from last time (in Part 1).

Warnings: Smut with feelings- but when the smut comes it is DIRTY. B takes you like bitch in heat, pretty much literally. Dirty talk, doggy style (But not anal, I'm not into it sorry), rough, on the floor, nuts in you, a few moments of edging, begging, knotting, etc.

Tagging: @marinerainbow. Yes, more! XD

The next time you are 'kidnapped' (Though the word had lost its true meaning at this point. You've been very happy to be taken by your wolves for some time now, and this time was definitely not exempt- even if you were nervous for this one considering what happened the last time you and Big Bad were... in the visinity... ), you were curious as to how Big Bad would feel about you now. Is it possible that he lost interest, now? Now that he had had you? Isn't that a thing, with villains?...

But- no. He was more then your villain wasn't he?? You were good friends! Despite your rolls, at least, you thought you were friends.

Maybe more, now. Hopefully-

But... there is still a nagging worry that's been dancing around in the corner of your mind since he left you that night. You thought, because he didn't turn around to glance at you one more time as he disappeared back into the woods when he left (Going back to his home. Leaving you to yours. It felt wrong that they werent the same), that it meant... maybe, you didn't mean much to him afterall. Not after-...

You also thought that was silly, but- Edward always looked back whenever he left you. Perhaps it was a prince thing, but goddamnit it fucked with you.

When you noticed that it was just him - Big Bad, - , no Granny and no Kiddy around to kidnap you with him like they always are- you become even more confused. What? But- Where were they? The moment Big Bad sets you down on the uneven cobblestone ground outside the dark old cottage that the wolves live in deep in these woods, you start fiddling with the tips of your fingers; picking at the skin and peering around awkwardly, as he reaches a thick arm past you and chucks the door open. For you. "Um- "

"Yeah?"

"Where are, uh, um- where are the guys?"

Big Bad's shiny canine-eyes, inhuman eyes, flicker down to your smaller form with a dark and primal grin that all of a sudden sets your insides on fire. Your lips fall open. "Got rid of 'em. Figured this time we might wanna be alone... " For a second the dirty, needful way he was looking at you softens the tiniest bit, and you watch his ears flatten half-way against his head sweetly- if Big Bad could be sweet. Your head tilts to the side, confused again, but his next word - as gruff and growly as it still sounded, - cleared it up for you. Your eyes widen. "right?" ... He was checking.

"... mhm- " Yes. Words fail you, so you just nod; eager and pleased and aching to reach for him. Feel him under your hands again, his fur and his fat. Already theirs a throbbing heat starting to blossom in your lower belly, excited to have him touch you the same way as he did the last time. Use you again, like you remember. Inside your chamber at the palace, during the awful time you have to spend just waiting around for your story to start up all over again, when you're supposed to 'enjoy your happy ending', you couldn't get it out of your head.

Since you and Edward don't share a room with eachother, not even on that first night after the your story finishes, you would lay there flat on your back in that beautiful canopied bed wondering where Big Bad was right then. You could see that dank cottage and you actually wished you were there, not in the palace though it's beautiful and comfortable. Was he still thinking about you? you would think, too, cheeks getting hot. And when you would let your eyes fall shut, you would picture it again; the way Big Bad's cock felt stretching you and making you feel full-up, and your heartbeat would speed up inside your chest and your toes would curl.

You tried to feel it again by yourself, stroking your sensitive folds to thoughts of him, memories, and dipping your own fingers in while picturing those deep burnt acorn coloured eyes smirking at you like always does, but it wasn't the same.

When Big Bad's clawed paw wraps slowly around your arm now like he's just reminding himself you're really really truly back, and he leans into your face and you feel his breath, you're afraid your heart just might take off with how hard it's beating becwuse of him. His eyes wonder up and down your body and he swallows, growls, and then returns to your eyes with a sharp smirk. "... I thought so."

That makes you grin; a bright, toothy one. "You did??"

"Mhm... c'mon."

You don't need to be told twice, feeling Big Bad's paw move to the small of your back feather-light, you fly into the house like his touch gave you wings. Before you turn around, the door closes and the two of you are plunged into darkness, except for the little streams of daylight coming in through the cracks in the closed window curtains- well, what daylight manages to first get in through the trees overhead at least. So, despite daylights efforts, it is still quite dark in here.

You can still at least see his broad shape in the dark though, and he can definitely see you (And if he couldn't then he could sniff you out. Or he could hear you breathing) as he finds you effortlessly, body colliding finally back with yours. God you missed him. God you missed him! You have missed Big Bad every time you've been taken away for years now, but all of a sudden its really hitting you. You hate being away.

A surprised gasp escapes you as his arms wrap around you in the dark, your own gliding up his wide, warm chest until your finger tips glide along his furry shoulders. Your palms find the hill of his neck and you get up on your tippy toes- aiming a kiss blindly towards his sensitive snout. Now that its dark, you feel more confident.

More needy. More willing to show it.

A chuckle escapes him as your lips touch his nose all-soft, and you feel it through his belly and against your chest which makes you smile again. "You're an eager little princess this time, huh?... sweet,.. "

"I missed you." You whisper matter o' factly, just telling him because its true. You don't want to keep it to yourself.

"Hmm? And what'd ya miss? Huh? My... " You can feel a clawed finger entangle itself in a thick strand of your hair. "Wit?"

"Yes... "

"My... " He gives it a gentle tug, and it is the oddest thing; The feeling blooms into something tingly that rushes straight down to your core. You let out a quipped sigh and he breathes out a growl. "Roguish looks?... my sense of humour?... c'mon sweetheart, you're gonna haveta' give it to me straight."

Your eyes are round and shiny in the dark, your hands on his shoulders again as you tilt your head to the side. You know he's after something specific, he's devious and he wants to make you admit how much you've wanted his knot again these past few weeks and make you beg for him- and you have wanted that and you will beg- but mostly you just missed your friend. You always miss him when you're over there; he's your best friend. And you just wwnt him to know. "I just... missed you."

For a moment Big Bad doesn't respond, just stares at you. It makes you nervous that you cant see his expression but when you feel his paws clench tighter around your waist- and worse, the hot appendage straining against loose-fitting pants and the inside of your thigh, you figure you must have said the right thing. When he talks, his deep-growly-voice is so impossibly huskier and lost to lust that you know his eyes must match. You'd love to see them. The next time, you think with a little elevated smirk, you'll have him fuck you somewhere light- so that you can see clearly how he looks at you with his thick cock sunk inside you. "... fucking hell pup you're gonna kill me."

Spurred on by the dark and the way his voice is full of lust, you graze your fingers down over his chest until your touch reaches the rope keeping the old fabric around his hips under his belly, and slip your fingertips just beneath the waistband. You could just keep going, and feel it again... the idea is enticing, his heavy cock in your hand. "... how would I do that?" You ask, eyes downcast and head full of fuzz and hot thoughts.

Before you can get any further, Big Bad's large clawed paws are digging into your hips and dragging you against his still-clothed cock, making you gasp and let go of him; biting your lip at the vague outline of that thickness you've been dreaming about against your puffy pussy again. Finally. "... you're fucken perfect, doll. I'm gonna mate you tonight."

"You're gonna- "

"Make you mine, little princess." He cuts you off and clarifies, a sharp claw touching into the delicate skin beneath your chin and nudging your face up to look at him leering over your form. You can just see the light reflecting off of his eyes. "Officially. How d'ya feel about that? I'm thinkin' that's what you want... Ta have a monster split ya so good you're never good fa anyone else again. Have me keep ya here and not let the fucken prince take ya away from me again- break the rules for ya. Keep ya with me, keep ya safe, keep you happy and keep ya filled like a needy little bitch... hm? Y/N? Whadaya think?"

"... please." You can't think of a thing else to say.

"That's what I thought."

~

You come to find that when Big Bad says he'll do something, he does it. He didn't even move you to the bedroom you know there is in this cottage; he just whipped you around like a doll and shoved you down to the ground, on your stomach. It makes you feel like a helpless victim as he pulled up your skirts and took out his leaking cock- rubbing the precum-covered tip all over your sloppy wet entrance from behind. The feeling has you emitting choked sighs.

When he slips in ball-deep, filling you up completely in one go unlike the last time when he took things slow for you (this time he didnt bother, and you want to thank him for it. You were more then ready and you were already clenching around nothing), your fingernails dig into the wooden floor. "Ah- " It feels so good, your pussy is already squeezing him tight and very sensitive to the feeling of his heavy balls grazing your skin.

"Little pup, I toldya last time- the next time I fucked ya you'd get ta be as loud as ya want. So- " Like you're his to use, his to pose and spread out just how he wants to see you, he uses two sharp-clawed paws to pick up your hips and set your knees against the wood nice and far away from each other, your lips stretched open wide around his thick, fat cock the further he stretches your thighs from eachother. Sighing, again, you lean down to the floor and rest your forehead against your forearm; arching your back like a cat in the sun equally as much for him and for yourself. You neeeed him... "Lemme know what I'm doin' right, yeah?~ Heheh."

Then, having mounted you like a dog, a bitch, Big Bad starts to pound you like one. And you do as you're told, sticking your fingernails so deeply into the wood that you make indentations that you'll look for again later, chewing your bottom lip like a toy, and huffing and pleading (Please- please- please- please- oh, please- ) along with his every hard thrust up into your leaking hole. Just like the last time, he loses himself to the feeling of your hot little cunt wrapped around his fat cock.

When he bends over your back, his heavy body weighing you down and making it harder to breath (which just hieghtens your pleasure, like its hump or die), the heel of his paw lands heavily next to your hand in the wood and he starts humping against you even faster, even rougher, his nose finding its way to your neck purely by feel alone; sniffing hard at your scent and your sweat. Memorising you this way. Sure, he already knew you from before, from all the times he had to hunt you down when you were lost in the woods and he kidnapped you away from your prince, but not this way. Not full of his cock, covered in his scent. This you was his, actually his. He had imagined it before, filling you -special you, - with his pups but this was real. This was you really being his. Willingly, enthusiastically, desperately his.

He never wanted to be without your sweet cunt wrapped around him again. He was finally maling you his and he wanted you to always be on his fat cock now. He did not want to let you go, again.

He knew that was an impossibility, but he could make this one last. Until you came crawlin' back to him for more like a good, loyal bitch, at least.

"Louder," He growls into your ear, sharp teeth then scraping against the soft soft skin of your neck. A little princesses neck. He cannot wait to mark this skin up so bad you cannot be considered anything but his, by anyone. Especially your dumb little prince. - He'll get to that, though. "I want 'em ta hear your pretty screamin' at the palace. I want 'em ta think I'm rippin' you apart."

He's furiously ramming into your hole now when suddenly he stops- just grinding his groin tediously into your slick, drippy, sensitive heat and making you whine. Needy. Desperate. "Please... please, B- I- I need y- "

"Whadaya need?"

"You... please... pleasepleaseplease... " God, he's just torturing you. You're crying, tears actually creeping out the corners of your eyes and sliding down your hot cheeks. You can taste the salt in your mouth. The pleasure is so slow, so drawn out between your thighs, you're full but he's only rubbing himself against you now- edging you. Teasing you. Training you. How he can even keep himself together like he is right now with the way you're wringing him out with your cunt, you have no clue because you're about to explode, pressing your forehead into your forearm. Your forehead massaging your forearm as Big Bad's movements roll your body.

"Who am I? What am I?"

"... Wolf... my- my... mate... g- please!"

That's the breaking point. Yes he is your fucking mate. And you are his. "Scream." He tells you then, raising up into his knees again and starting to suddenly slam between your folds harder then ever. Every thrust has him pulling out almost all the way, almost leaving you empty each time before his groin presses against the back of your puffy cunt and your ass again when he goes back in. Fucking you braindead like a pathetic little pup.

His cock pummels into you, stretching your inexperienced little hole as far as it can go it seems, and making your legs tremble with pleasure as you arch your ass back into him more. You didn't know he could get like this, almost feral- your intimidating, yet surprisingly well-mannered Big Bad who was destroying your drooling cunt because he can not control himself inside you. A scream rips out of you, your fingers ball into a fist and your eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure comes to an overwhelming head. "Big Baad!!"

Suddenly he nuts, blowing that hot feeling inside you once again just like last time, which sends you over the edge- making you a sloppy, creamy, destroyed mess on the floor with his knot still stuck in you. His cum oozes out of you around his knot, drooling down your thighs and to the wood while your tears dry up on your cheeks.

After a few moments of heavy breathing on both your ends, Big Bad comes back to reality first and leans over you once again to nose up your spine until he reaches your neck. While you're coming down from that great high, he gently rubs your little cunt around his knot to calm you down while breathing in your sweet scent from your neck.

"... that's was good, Y/N... princess... real good... you're all mine now, yeah?... I promise I wont let 'em take ya away again this time... "

[fenharel-enaste]

Smiles among Scrolls || Elendil x fem!Reader

Rating: +18

Summary: You're an apprentice in the Hall of Lore and and new visitor catches your eye... and you his.

Content: Mutual pining, idiots in love, lots of feelings, unprotected sex (don't do this pls), p in v sex, fingering, smutty smut.

Word count: 5.2k

Requested by: @thetempleofthemasaigoddess (I'm so sorry for the long delay omg)

Tagging: @starlady66 , @grinkitty, @wint3r-h3art

It's also on AO3!

You had only been an apprentice at the Hall of Lore for a few months. On a daily basis, you took care of simple tasks, such as organising texts and helping visitors to find what they needed. But what you enjoyed most was studying and learning about the new (and not so new) writings that came in. The day you were accepted to study with the masters and begin a career full of learning was undoubtedly one of the most exciting days of your life. 

But you hadn't expected to find much else there besides knowledge. 

You would never forget the day you first saw him. Elendil was his name. And you could swear you had never seen a more attractive man in your life.  

You were organising the books and scrolls of the library when you heard a deep, soft voice behind you. 

“Excuse me, my lady.” A voice that almost gave you goose bumps from the very first moment. You turned to see the face of the person who was speaking to you. And you were met with such a breathtaking visage and gaze that you felt your heart had stopped beating for a moment. He was unbelievably tall and handsome. 

“I...” His gaze roamed over your face for a few seconds before he looked away and cleared his throat to speak. “I’m sorry to disturb you, my lady. My name is Elendil, I’m a captain of the sea guard. I was wondering you had any charts of the former maritime trade routes south of Númenor. I could use some from thirty or forty years ago. Would it be possible?” 

He spoke that last question looking back at you again, this time with a polite, sweet smile on his face. You felt so nervous you almost dropped the scrolls you held in your arms, but you pulled yourself together when you realised the unknown visitor was waiting for an answer. 

“Uhh yes! Yes, I think so. Please wait here, my lord, while I search for it.” 

You turned away from him more abruptly than you normally would. What was wrong with you? He was just a person. He was just a person. You hurried to the shelves where you knew all the maritime charts from the Second Age were kept, neatly arranged by geographic area and date. 

You returned to Elendil as soon as you found what you were looking for and offered it to him with a slight bow of your head, as you had been taught to do. "Thank you, my lady, you are most kind,” he said returning the gesture as he received the documents with a grateful smile. 

Elendil. That's what he said his name was. And you couldn't get it out of your mind for the days that followed, wondering if you'd ever see him again. 

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A week had passed when it seemed the Valar had finally answered your prayers. You were assisting a visitor when you saw the captain who had just entered the library. 

His eyes wandered around the room until they met yours, he nodded his head as a greeting as he gave you that same smile you hadn’t been able to get out of your head all week. You returned it shyly, for longer than you thought it seemed, because you realised too late that you had stopped listening to the woman in front of you. 

After apologising and handing her the documents she had requested, you approached Elendil, who was intently admiring one of the ancient canvases on the wall. You found him even more attractive than the last time, if that was possible. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting sir, how could I help you?” You tried to sound as professional as you could, but you felt a slight quiver in your voice betraying you. 

“It gladdens me greatly to see you again, my lady.” You felt the warmth rise to your cheeks at his words. “Do you remember those charts I requested from you last time? I'm afraid I need to have another look at them, I seem to have made a mistake in my notes...” 

“Of course, my lord, at once.” You had to force yourself to look away from his ocean blue eyes and turn around to look for the maps once more. 

When you handed them to him this time, your fingers touched briefly and you couldn't help but look away. You started to turn away so he wouldn't notice your blush, pretending to be in a hurry to get back to work, but you were interrupted by his velvety voice. "Wait." For a second, you thought you saw pleading in his eyes. “Would it be inappropriate of me to ask your name?” 

Why...? No other visitor had ever asked you that. The only questions they had were about where to find the documents they needed or if you could help them translate something. It caught you by surprise. “My name?” 

“Yes, I... you do not have to respond. I would simply like to know since I’ll have to come here quite often for a while. Matters of the sea guard. And...” He hesitated and smiled shyly before speaking further. “And I would very much like to know the name of the so kind lady who might be so helpful to me in the coming days.” 

You were speechless at his request. He was simply asking your name, but the way he did it felt... like the best compliment you had ever received. Your reply emerged from your lips timidly. 

“That’s a lovely name, my lady. It will for sure be one hard to forget,” he said before slowly walking away from you to the same table he used last time. And you returned to your work, or tried to, as you found it impossible to take your eyes off that dashing man as he closely studied his maps. At times, you had the impression that he was looking at you as well, but you were aware that these were just no more than naive delusions. 

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Days, weeks went by, and Elendil was coming more and more regularly, since his research was taking longer than he expected. Not that you were complaining, for that was what kept him coming back so often. 

You were surprised when one day he invited you to join him to keep him company while he studied his elaborate charts, but you were happy to oblige. And the same happened the next day and the next, until it became a routine for both of you. You would sit across the table from him and talk for hours. 

The captain would ask you questions about your days at the Hall of Lore with genuine curiosity on his face; what you found most interesting about that place, anecdotes about the rarest books you'd ever been requested. And also about your life; where you grew up, what had led you to become an apprentice there, what you did in your leisure time... 

You learned a lot about him too. He told you he grew in western Númenor, things were very different from the capital there. He had three wonderful children, and he shared with you what he loved most about each of them, and also what got on his nerves. 

One day, he even told you about his investigation. The sea guard had been hunting for some time now a band of pirates who were becoming a problem for trade in the city. They were supposed, or so the rumours said, to be using old trade routes for their smuggling operations, but these routes had changed significantly over the years. There were too many possible options. And these were also said to change every few days, so that one week's research work might be of no use for the next. 

Every day you woke up hoping to see him there, sometimes you would even learn about those sea routes he mentioned in order to help him. Or maybe you did it just to have a conversation with him. You loved listening to him talk about the stories he had experienced at sea, you could see passion in his eyes when you would ask him about them and you couldn't stop smiling the whole time. 

You got to know each other better as the weeks went by. Although there were days when the number of visitors made it difficult to spend too much time with Elendil. But, as always, you were unable to take your eyes off him. This time, you were fully aware that he stared back at you sometimes, and you smiled at each other knowingly. 

The attraction you felt the first few days was still there and you couldn't help but blushing every moment and getting flustered every time he was around. But you knew that attraction was evolving into something else too, and you couldn't stop thinking about it. He was charming, kind, attentive, handsome... perfect. On days when he wasn't there, you spent hours daydreaming about him and the different scenarios that could happen. 

There were times when you even wondered if he might feel the same way, but you convinced yourself that these were nothing more than fantasies. One day he would complete his work there and he'd have no reason to see you again. You had to remind yourself of that to avoid the suffering later on. 

But to hear his voice, his bad jokes and the sound of his laughter... at least you could have that for the moment. 

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It was an autumn afternoon when it began to rain heavily outside the Hall of Lore. You loved the view of the dark sea and sky from the safety of the ancient library as the torrential rain poured down. It was clear it would be a fairly quiet day, as no one in their right mind would go to that place so far from civilisation in such conditions; and it was to be assumed that Elendil wouldn’t show up that day either. 

You and the other few lore keepers who lived there finished your chores early and were allowed to take the rest of the day off. You decided to spend it at the same desk where you had grown so used to your conversations with Elendil several days a week. You read about the fascinating stories that inspired you to become an apprentice almost a year ago now. 

The sound and smell of the rain and the howling wind always helped you to relax during your reading time, and today you felt your eyelids getting heavy. You were about to fall asleep when you heard a soft, familiar voice call your name. 

You were dreaming about him again. You smiled at the thought. 

But, after a few seconds, you noticed the sound came from outside your mind. You jolted at the realisation and looked up towards where the voice was coming from. 

There he was. 

“Oh forgive me, I wasn’t aware you all were resting. Should I come back another time?” He looked genuinely concerned about having disturbing you somehow. 

“No! No, it’s no bother at all, of course. What do you need to-...?” Your words vanished into thin air when you realised that he was drenched. The rain was still falling heavily outside. “Wait, did you really ride all the way here from Armenelos with this storm?” 

He chuckled at your surprised tone. “It’d be definitely worse if I was sailing out there, believe me, I know.”  

“I see...” You then noticed the water drops falling to the ground from the hooded cloak that covered him, he must be soaked to the bone. “May I take your cloak at least?” 

He nodded and reached for his clasp to take it off. Normally you wait for visitors to hand it to you once they've removed it, but you walked over to him and placed your hands on his shoulders to help him. It was a completely impulsive act. You felt his body tense slightly at the contact. You feared you might have crossed the line with him. “I’m sorry,” you muttered with a trembling voice. 

“There’s no need to apologize, my lady. You are so kind. As always.” He was staring at you intensely but so sweetly from above. You sometimes forgot how tall and imposing he truly was. And you were very, much closer than ever before. You could feel his breath on your cheek. And he made no attempt to pull away, he just kept looking at you in that way that made your legs weak. 

You wanted, needed to kiss him right at that moment, it was the only thing on your mind. You needed all your willpower to come to your senses and break away from him. You couldn't bear the thought of crossing a boundary of his twice in the same day. But the thought of him rejecting you was even more unbearable. 

You folded the cloak in your arms and began to turn towards a nearby hanger... and you felt a grip in your arm, impeding your movement. You turned your head to see Elendil staring at you even more intensely than before. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but only a sigh escaped his lips along with a soft 'thank you' before he slowly let go of your arm. 

What on Arda was that? 

After a few seconds of bewilderment and placing the cloak on the hanger, you managed to ask him what he needed today. 

“Yes, we... we received a new rumour this time. It may be the reason why we haven’t found the smugglers yet.” He paused, sorting out the ideas in his head. “We know for sure they only use old maritime routes, which we’ve been relentlessly investigating. But we’ve only considered the ones used in this Age so far.” 

You could see what he was trying to tell you. “And you need information about the ones used in the First Age.” He nodded at your response with resolution on his face. You knew he was unlikely to find answers in those charts, but the man was persistent. 

You explained to him that you had very few maps from that time, most of them were lost long ago in wars or had worn out over time. Besides, they were from a time before Númenor, only the Eldar sailed those waters back then, so there were very few copies on the isle. The very few preserved there were in a secluded chamber, protected from sunlight, humidity and inexperienced hands. Still, he insisted. 

You led him down a dark corridor to an even darker chamber, for there was no window in order to protect the delicate archives from the changing climate. It was lit only by a few candles, and consisted of very narrow aisles of bookshelves, separated only by small desks between them. There was little room to move freely between them. 

You slipped between two shelves full of ancient books and scrolls and handed Elendil the candle you were holding in order to better examine the documents. The limited space required you to stand close together. Dangerously close, you thought. Nervousness washed over you again, and you struggled to stay focused on your task. 

You both remained silent as you searched through the scrolls, only the sound of the rain outside echoing off the walls of the room. 

“Could you lower the candle? I need to see more closely on this shelf.” There was no reaction from him. “Elendil?” You looked up and found him staring blankly, thoughtfully. But he was startled by your voice. 

“Forgive me. I was distracted.” He had been acting strangely ever since you approached him to take his cloak off. You felt him tense and unfocused. Perhaps he had become aware of your thoughts, that you had been on the verge of kissing him. Maybe he felt uncomfortable... you'd rather not dwell on it at the moment. 

“I’ll be honest, Elendil, I don't think you'll find what you need here. Only the Eldar have ever used these routes and it's unlikely pirates would have access to that information. By the Valar, it seems that not even we have access to it.” 

“I see... I thought it was worth a try, even so.” You perceived a hint of sadness in his voice, which was surprising for you. You could understand if he was disappointed, even frustrated at failing to complete his mission... but saddened? 

“I'm sorry I can't do anything more for you. Especially knowing that you came all this way in this storm just for this.” 

“It’s alright, you have done so much for me, I have no words to express how much I appreciate your help. Besides, I told you I’ve been in worse storms than this,” he said, giving you that sweet smile you'd seen so many times before, but avoiding looking you in the eye. 

“I know, but was it that necessary coming today? You've been working on it for months, why didn’t you wait unt-” 

“Because of you,” he interrupted, muttering his words.  

Because of... what? You were completely frozen, you were unable to think or react. Your heart started pounding. Maybe it was your imagination and you only heard what you wanted to hear. "What...?" You could barely utter a sound. 

“I wanted to see you,” he said it louder this time, punctuating each word clearly. There was no doubt. 

“You... you’ve come here today... to see me?” You felt your heartbeat in your ears now, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“No. Everyday. I’ve come here everyday to see you.” Your head started to spin. You must have fallen asleep earlier while reading and this was just a dream, like the many dreams you'd had before in which he confessed his love for you. But each word he spoke convinced you more and more of how real it was. 

“My first instinct was right. We found the pirates within two weeks from the first time we met. Each day from then, you’re the only reason I’ve been coming here all the way from Armenelos.”

You wanted to speak, to tell him what you had felt for him since the first time you saw him. But you couldn't find the words, you couldn't pronounce them, you could barely remember how to breathe at that moment. All you could hear was his beautiful voice saying those sweet words to you. 

“I wanted to learn more about you from the first time I saw you. That's why I kept coming here from time to time and, before I knew it, I was dreaming about you. And then seeing you was the first thing I would think of when I woke up everyday. You made me feel like a foolish, lovesick young boy again.” 

He moved even closer to you, if that was possible in the restricted space you had, and took your hand in his. It was warm in comparison to the coldness of the chamber that day. You wanted him to never let it go. 

“There were days when you were so busy that you barely had time to talk to me, but it didn't make it any less worthwhile to come here. I was content just to look at your face and be with you for just a brief few minutes. I was captivated by you.”

You couldn’t help it any longer, the warm touch of his hand on yours, his face, even more ravishing than ever by the candlelight he was holding. You could see the agonising wait for your answer in his eyes. Courage finally took over and you slowly brought your hand up to his face, tenderly brushing his beard, and then his lips. 

And you pressed your lips against his. 

He seemed taken aback, as if he wasn't expecting such a response from you. You felt the tension in his body being released before kissing you back. He placed the candle carefully on the desk next to you, which he had to do blindly, as he didn't want to leave your lips at any time. 

He then brings both hands to your waist and pushes you slowly until your back collides with the shelves behind you. Your head spins as Elendil begins to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth, caressing yours so expertly. He slides one of his hands up from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you even tighter against his mouth. Your hands cannot leave his face and his hair, which you tug gently, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. 

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long... longer than I should admit. How would I know I’m not dreaming as well this time?” Elendil murmurs between kisses before cupping your face in his hands and staring into your eyes, brushing aside a strand of your hair. “Would it be too bold of me to say that I love you?” 

Your heart skips a beat at his words and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You were so in love with that man. “I love you too, Elendil. You have no idea how long I’ve been loving you, praying to the Valar to see you everyday.” You had never felt more liberated than at this moment, knowing you could finally say aloud the words you had always said in silence. 

Elendil sighed with relief and all he could do was smile. “Yes, this must definitely be a dream...” And he brought his lips back to yours. 

You didn't know how long you stayed like this, nearly out of breath, but you couldn't have enough of him and his taste, a taste you'd spent too long imagining what it would be like. And now you both wanted to make up for all that lost time, kissing each other once for every time you'd wanted to do so since your eyes met for the first time, even if it meant not separating your lips until the next morning. 

Your kisses and soft moans were the only sounds in the lonely chamber, hidden by the pouring rain outside, which seemed louder than before. After a while you found yourself panting and grinding eagerly against the captain while he bit and left wet kisses on your neck and cleavage. You began to inconciously tug on his clothes in desperation. You needed to see him. All of him. 

“Elendil... please, I need you.” You had never felt this aroused by anyone before, you didn't recognise yourself in your behaviour, and yet, everything you did felt more like you than ever before. 

Elendil wasted no time and pulled away from you just enough to remove the upper part of his clothes. Before he could have even finished, you already had your hands in his trousers, hastily trying to unbutton them, and the captain laughed at your eagerness. 

“Glad to know I'm not the most impatient one here,” he said playfully, bringing his hands to your dress and unfastening it to expose your breasts to him. After lustfully staring at them for a moment, he cupped them in his large, rough hands and squeezed them gently, bringing his mouth to them and sucking, circling your so sensitive nipples with his warm tongue and caressing and tugging on them with his fingers. You have to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from moaning too loudly It's unlikely anyone would walk in there, but that would change if someone heard what was going on in that chamber. 

The captain's caresses and mouth on your breasts made you feel your underwear quickly dampen and you brought your hands back to his trousers to finish unbuttoning them and free his member. You felt it hard and throbbing in your hand when you grabbed it. It was... definitely thicker than you expected. It made you feel a tingle between your legs, and you began to move your hips involuntarily towards it as you stroked it slowly. 

“Fuck, love,” Elendil shuddered at the contact and ceased playing with your breasts to completely remove your dress along with your underwear. He took your hands and wrapped your arms around his neck. You whined as he pulled your hand away from his length, you wanted to please him so badly. 

“I know you want it, pretty one, but I have to make you ready for me first.” And you soon realised why he had made you cling to him when he grabbed one of your thighs and lifted it, placing your leg against his hip. He then reached between your legs with his other hand and gently brushed your clit and folds before sliding a finger into your soaking entrance. 

“Oh fu-” you blurted out too loudly and Elendil silenced you with his mouth on yours. “Shhh, it’s alright, love. But remember we have to remain quiet.” You nodded your head in obedience and he resumed his strokes inside you. You were so wet he found you prepared for a second finger, which slid in easily, and he continued kissing you deeply to muffle your moans as he worked his fingers inside you, stretching open your tight walls for what was to come. It felt so good it was hard to keep your balance if it wasn't for your arms around his neck and the shelves the captain had you pinned against. 

Your moans in his mouth were driving him insane, so he instinctively pressed his hard cock against your hips and began to rub it against you. “I’ve wanted this for so long, my dear. Tell me, have you ever imagined me doing this to you?” he inquired in your ear in a low voice and in an even lower register than you'd ever heard him before. It made you shiver. 

“Yes! Yes, so many times...” And you told him about the times you had pleasured yourself in sleepless nights, covering your mouth with your hand so you wouldn't wake the other apprentices, thinking about the things you wanted him to do to you. Or those times when you excused yourself and disappeared during his visits; you told him exactly what you were doing. 

It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to speak, for as you related your fantasies to him, his fingers gained speed inside you. You were a panting mess after a few minutes. 

Your words seemed to have an effect on him, as he groaned with arousal and withdrew his fingers from you to lift you off the floor and onto the small desk beside you. “I need to take you know, sweetheart, do you want it?” he asked, teasing you with his throbbing cock. 

“Yes, please! Please!” You were soaking wet, so ready for him. 

“Look at me.” He lifted your face with one hand while he brought the other to the small of your back. You were leering at each other's eyes as Elendil slid his cock slowly through your entrance. You struggled not to whine too loudly, his size made you feel some discomfort, but that just turned you on even more; it felt incredibly good. 

“It’s alright, love. I have you.” He drove himself as deep as he could and allowed you to get used to his size before slowly but steadily thrusting himself deep inside you. You ran your hands all over his tonned chest, leaving kisses and little bites everywhere you could, taking them higher and higher until you reached his neck. Elendil shuddered at the touch of your lips in that sensitive spot and pulled you even tighter against him, cherishing every inch of your body with his warm hands. You wrapped your legs around his hips, encouraging him to fuck you even deeper. It felt like you were never close enough, even though there was hardly any space between the two of you. 

You can't stop caressing, kissing and biting each other to muffle your whimpers and groans. Your whole body was on fire despite the cold temperature of the room. “Say my name, my love. I need to hear you say it,” he whispered in your ear as he increased the pace of his pounding, hitting exactly where you needed him the most. You felt so full of him and you knew you weren't going to last much longer, and you could see he was close as well. But you wanted even more of him... 

“Elendil... captain, harder... please...” you begged desperately. The way you said his name, the title you used on him, your watering pleading eyes looking at his... he couldn’t hold himself any longer. 

“As you wish, my lady,” he groaned and grabbed your ass tightly to hold you in place as he began to brutally ram into you. You had to hold on to his strong arms and shoulders to keep your balance, clinging on so tightly you'd probably leave marks, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to enjoy the effect he was having on you, forcing you to use all your willpower to keep your loud cries from coming out of your mouth. 

“Next time, pretty one, I’ll make sure to take you somewhere where I can hear your lovely cries. And believe me, I will hear them...” His promise made the pressure in your belly grow stronger, you were so, so close, and your captain knew it by the tears that began to fall from your eyes. It only took a few more thrusts in your so sensitive spot to bring you over the edge. It was amazingly intense; your orgasms you had over the past few months imagining he was the one giving them to you were nothing in comparison. He kept his relentless rhythm even then, wanting to prolong your climax as long as possible, balls slapping hard against you as your body was hit by waves after waves of pleasure. 

Even before your orgasm faded at all, you heard Elendil's grunts of pleasure against your shoulder as he slowed the pace of his thrusts, though not the depth. His hands gripped your ass even tighter than before as he rode his orgasm. 

Your hands remained tangled in his hair until his movements ceased completely. You were both spent and sated, with sweat all over your bodies, shivering a slightly from the intensity of what had happened. Elendil didn't want to remove his length from you just yet, he wanted to stay that close to you for a bit longer. 

You spent the next few minutes like that, showering each other in kisses and whispering sweet nothings and words of love. 

“I’ve been such a fool for not telling you sooner,” you admitted. “We could have done this a long time ago if it hadn't been for my fear of you rejecting me.” 

Elendil took the hand you had against his cheek and pressed his lips against it. “I’m afraid I have been even more foolish, my stars. Asking you day after day for all those charts... with you around I wasn’t even paying attention to them at all.” You both laughed in disbelief at how ridiculous this whole situation had been. 

“Just so you know, my love; I would’ve had to be the most insane man on earth to reject you.”