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todosdream · 3 months ago

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icarus | ony

14.2k wrds. fem black reader. plot w/ smut. MDNI!!!

warnings: established d/s relationship, daddy dom!ony and sub!reader, bratty!reader, reader’s a lil shit, cursing, weed mentioned, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (BE SAFE), hard dom!ony so he’s a meanie, pet names, degradation, ony and that heavenly bbc, ony’s an ass man, choking, spitting, a couple LIGHT slaps, spanking, bossy!ony, dacryphilia, overstimulation, ony gives great aftercare

moodboard.

original request by @rnvsxo. this took wayyy too long and I do apologize. thanks for requesting, pookie!

you love your man. literally wouldn’t change a thing about him.

seemingly rough around the edges, he’s actually just a big goofball and teddy bear all wrapped up in one man. yes, he’s tall and burly and covered in tattoos, but he can also be quite the idiot when he’s comfortable.

he values you deeply and shows that with every action. he’s always talking to and about you with deep reverence. he’s intentional and protective and just all around what you’ve always wanted out of a partner. he’s always focused on making sure you feel good with him. whether you’re by his side, under him, on top of him… his focus is making sure his princess is taken care of in all ways. free to be yourself, always secure and held down by your daddy.

he’s always so gentle. large and calloused, veiny hands softly caress, strong arms wrap around you protectively, words always praising and loving. you love that shit. you love him.

even with his sometimes cocky self, his penchant for being overprotective as hell, and his yelling at the tv when he games or watches some sport... even with his funky feet after working out and tendency to hold you captive in the mornings when you have to use the restroom really fucking bad… you just can’t help but love him, stinky toes and all. he’s your person and there’s no doubt about that.

but sometimes…

sometimes you need more. something different.

sometimes you want him to just wreck you.

like, c’mon. the man looks like he can literally throw you a good distance. his muscles bulge so attractively when he works out, and he looks so damn fine when his brow is furrowed with strain. the grunts, the harsh breaths… it takes your breath away. when he scoops you up in his arms like you don’t weigh anything– which you absolutely do– you get flashes of what it’d be like for him to just manhandle you. rough you up a bit.

is that toxic?

possibly, you think. but you can’t help but feel that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with desiring aggression from him, especially considering how safe you feel in his arms. you know that no matter what goes down in the bedroom, he loves and respects the fuck outta you. he’d never hurt his girl. that’s no question.

it seems like he’s almost afraid of it, though. whenever he finds himself particularly angry or frustrated, he demands space. he doesn’t want his words to sting and he refuses to treat you with anything less than complete respect. even when you poke and prod, tease a desire for rougher treatment, he’s quick to shut it down.

“nah, baby, you’re my princess. I ain’t doin’ you like that.”

too bad you want to be done like that. real bad, actually.

you want his hands gripping you hair or your throat, you want those big arms and rough hands holding you to him, you want his words to be firm and aggressive, that deep timbre winded with exertion. you think about it a lot. hell, you’ve even dreamed about it, subsequently waking up to make a mess of the soft sheets he buys for your sensitive skin.

it actually pisses you off. he gives you everything you want, so why not indulge your fantasies? you crave it. you’d beg for it if you knew it’d affect him, but he doesn’t even like it when you beg!

“princesses don’t beg, mama. daddy’s always gonna give you exactly what you need. you should never have to.”

it’s like wanting a deep tissue massage but the masseuse is too afraid of hurting you, or wanting extra spicy wings but only getting medium. there’s a time and a place for both, but he’s always straying on the side of caution. like, damn! you’re not going to break. you can take that shit, whatever he has to offer. you’re not asking for him to throw you off a damn cliff. even just a hand around the throat here, a harsh smack on the ass there, just a sprinkle of degradation would help. if he can’t go hard, he can be just a little bit mean!

it’s getting to be too much. it’s an itch that he refuses to scratch. you’re stubborn, you’re determined, and you’re creative.

and maybe, just maybe, a little deprived.

okay, a lot deprived.

it’s not your fault! he says you can get whatever you want, but refuses to indulge in something that you’ve grown to want the most. you’ve asked directly and pleaded and hinted, everything you can within the realm of healthy communication. call you spoiled, but you’re going to get what you want, especially because you know no matter what he says, he wants that shit too.

you see how he holds back, how he strains. you know he wants to smack that ass and snatch you up. you know he wants to correct you with more than just a warning tone, especially when you’re being particularly bratty. he wants to push you up against that damn wall, be mean, talk to you crazy just because he can and because you like it.

you see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. you see it in the way his eyes squint and how his hands grip just a little bit tighter. sometimes he looks at you like a man starved and you expect him to just break, but he never does.

he’s holding back, has been the entire time, and you hate it. it’s unfair. though you understand where he’s coming from, you need him to understand your perspective.

he just needs a little… push.

so you’re gonna shove his ass.

you’re going to a party tonight, an anime themed shindig that you’ve both really been looking forward to. you’ve got the matching outfits; you’re dressing as a fem luffy and him zoro. it’s the show you’ve been watching together to fill the time; while you smoke, while you clean, right before bed after he’s made you come for the nth time. so what’s a better couple costume than a captain and her first mate?

you already know you’ll get a lot of attention for how you’re dressed and who you’re dressed as. you’ll be taking full advantage of luffy’s personality: outgoing, comfortable with people, touchy. you’re intending to tug on every nerve of the bearded man that you can.

the plan is to tease, tease, tease until he just can’t take it. you believe with full confidence that you can take whatever he dishes out. if you can tap dance on those nerves of his enough to get him to lessen his inhibitions, you’ll absolutely fucking show him that.

and you have a feeling it’s going to work real well.

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ony’s happy.

he loves you, he loves your relationship, and he loves taking care of his princess.

he loves seeing how free you feel around him, unlimited in his protective presence. his pretty lady, spreading her wings and being her full self. sensitive, sweet, bratty, nasty. you’ve told him more times than he can count how refreshing and new it is to be in a space that allows you to fully express and explore yourself. you know he wouldn’t judge or hurt or diminish anything you’re feeling.

that just makes him all the more overprotective. you’re capable, more than, but he’s constantly looking out for you because that’s his job as your man. you’ve trusted him with everything and he doesn’t take that shit lightly. he never wants to see you sad or crying, hates when you’re upset, and would take down anybody that puts so much as a pout on that face of yours. he’s your safe place to land, your shoulder to cry on, a man that will do anything to never let you down.

so how in the fuck could he ever do or say anything to hurt you?

you’re too damn pretty to talk to any kind of way, too special to him. he’d never risk it, he couldn’t.

it sucks to look you in your eyes and tell you no, it honestly doesn’t even feel right in his fucking soul. he can do many, many things for you. he’ll eat you out just for the fun of it, tongue tracing his name on that pretty clit. he’ll slide into his bathroom at work just to talk you through your nut when you’re extra needy.

he’ll be just about anything for you. coddling? yea. overprotective? hell yea.

mean?

absolutely the fuck not.

he’s a big man and he really just doesn’t know his strength. sometimes he doesn’t realize just how strong his hold is on something until it breaks. he’ll be watching a game, on the edge of his seat and yelling at the tv, and suddenly— oops. cup’s broken. he’ll do normal reps at the gym, something slight for a warm up, and walk away from the machine just to hear, ”damn, who the fuck was lifting this??”

his mouth can get real reckless, also. he knows that when he’s angry or upset, his words bite. he wasn’t always as level headed, didn’t always count to ten before reacting to whatever. he used to talk first and think later, say what he wanted and bring down a few egos. as a man, he’s learned that his aggression can be dangerous and should be dealt with appropriately.

that’s why he just can’t bring himself to be aggressive with you. it’s his mission to tend to you, care for you, take care of the parts of you that no one else will ever see. you trust him in so many ways and he knows all of it’s foreign to you. he’d damn near kill someone just for making you break a nail, so if he hurt you… he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

however…

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the desire to get a little rough with you.

he thinks about it a lot. what it’d be like to just… grab you. he wonders if you could take him, all of him. the rough and aggressive him. the him that would snatch you up without a second thought, make you ride him until you collapse. the him that he usually keeps very separate from his woman.

he’d do so many things to you if he let himself. he knows you say you can take it, but can you really?

would you still be fully comfortable in subspace if he was aggressive with you? would you still let those walls down, be his sweet and sensitive girl if he gagged you? bound you? or would it affect you in ways you’re not fully prepared for?

to be frank, you talk a lot of shit that you just can’t back up. you’ll run that pretty little mouth, teases on your tongue, just to be putty in his hands minutes later, or pouting at him with hurt feelings because he raised his voice even just a smidgen.

he won’t risk it.

it doesn’t matter if he wants to shove that pretty face in his mattress and tear that ass up. it doesn’t matter if he wants to make you cum more times than you think you ever could, overwhelm you with the pleasure your eyes beg for. and it definitely doesn’t matter that he wants to grab you by the neck and make you breathless, just to let you go and do it all over again.

it doesn’t matter.

you’re his baby, and he’d never forgive himself if he hurt you.

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“baby, you ready?” ony calls from the bedroom. “just a sec, pooks!” you call back. you take a moment to check yourself over in the mirror, wanting to be sure that you’re as tempting as you feel.

you’re dressed in luffy’s beast pirate outfit with a sultry feminine twist, the crop top you’re wearing keeping you from showing too much skin and shorts accentuating your form. your makeup is done to perfection, highlighting your features, and you have a straw hat resting on your back to make room for the red horns sticking out of your head of curls.

the irony of said horns is not lost on you by any means.

you used makeup to recreate the scars on his face and chest, and your skin is glowing from the scented shea butter you rubbed on your body; ony’s favorite tantalizing scent, of course. you paired it with a matching perfume just to give it an extra oomph.

with an accomplished sigh, you lock eyes with your reflection, your lips curling into a devilish little smile. you look fucking good and you smell edible. whatever happens tonight will be well deserved.

you step out of the bathroom, fully planning to give your boyfriend a tease of a show to start your plan, only to stop when you see him.

he looks downright sinful.

he’s wearing zoro’s beast pirate outfit to match yours. he’s bare of a shirt, just zoro’s signature green haramaki sash and dark green pants. his hair is tinted green from the hair wax you bought for him and he’s moisturized to a t, his dark skin glowing and tattoos looking more than lickable. his muscles are on display, accented with the harness strapped across his chest, and it takes everything in you not to just melt to the floor and suck the soul out of him right then and there, plans be damned.

“fuck, ony. you look good,” you bite your lip as your eyes trail over him. your mind is playing over the different positions you hope to be in tonight... “not fair,” you murmur.

he chuckles, focused on his phone and tapping away as he texts eren where the group will meet. “thank you, princess. don’t forget you have to do my scars. I can’t say I’m zoro without the–“ he cuts himself as he looks up at you, eyebrows raising.

his eyes trail up and down your figure, taking in the shape of your body with the form fitting clothes. you look good as hell, no surprise there. skin showing, curves accentuated, standing confident and looking like you should be on your back and spread out for him. he licks his lips and tosses his phone onto the bed before taking a few steps towards you. “…gahhh damn, baby,” he drags out.

his hands meet your hips, one trailing down to feel the smooth skin of your thigh. “shit. princess, you look fuckin’ amazing. I’ma be fightin’ niggas all night. hell,” he murmurs deep.

his gaze is hot, warming your body with his obvious attraction to you. you’re glad he loves it, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel real good. you bite the inside of your cheek as your hands trail up his torso to his chest. “damn yourself,” you mumble back. “I look good for me and for you, daddy. you know that.”

that makes him twitch in his pants. you always know just what to say to rile him up, and it’s both invigorating and irritating. he chuckles lowly and hooks his finger through the belt loop on your side, quickly turning you to press your ass up against his pelvis. his hands trail up your sides and to your chest, giving a light squeeze as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw from behind.

“mmm, fine as fuck, baby. you did so good with your outfit, maybe a little too good. I’m so tempted to just…” he leads off, hands teasingly inching towards the button of your pants. your stomach jolts, arousal ticking at his touch and voice in your ear. damn him and his deep sandalwood cologne, the ease in which he affects your body.

you gotta stay focused.

your hands find his, lightly gripping them and slowly sliding them back to your hips. it hurts to do, and your fluttering stomach isn’t helping. “nuh uh, pa, we’ve been looking forward to this for too long. sit and let me finish those scars.”

that’s interesting, to say the least. “hmm?” he hums, gripping your hips a bit, surprised at the denial. that’s not usual for you as it doesn’t take much for you to melt at his touch. it’s often him talking you down, not the other way around. there have been many events y’all have shown up to late because some touches got a bit too heated.

he’s still pressing kisses up your jaw, slow and steady. “you tellin’ me to behave? hell gotta be unusually cold.” you can’t help but laugh at that. he’s got a smart ass mouth, and you wonder what he’ll be saying by the end of the night. “I’m just excited. we look good as hell and we definitely have to take some pictures and tiktoks. put that away,” you say, patting near but not directly on the front of his pants, “and sit down.”

he hums again, eyebrow twitching with restraint. that was a low move, you know how much he loves your hands on him. touching, feeling, soothing… he just chalks it up to your touchy nature, though. he supposes you’re right, you did your thing making the costumes and the least he can do is keep his hands to himself for now. “mhm… whatever you say, captain,” he mumbles lowly.

incorrect. if it was whatever you say, you wouldn’t have to stage such a scheme.

“let me go get my makeup stuff,” you call as you walk back to the bathroom. ony plops onto the bed in waiting. when you come back, you lightly press your hand against his bare chest to direct him to lay on the bed. his eyebrows raise but he doesn’t say anything until you crawl on top of him and straddle his waist.

“‘scuse me?” he grumbles, his hands finding their place on your hips. “all this ain’t even needed.” you’ve never had to do anything like this for him before, but surely it’s not necessary for you to be pressed up against his groin like this. ain’t no way.

you roll your eyes, fully leaning into it. “relax. you’re too tall and this angle is better. now be still,” you mumble, starting to grab your brushes for the eye scar first. “close em.”

he huffs as he closes his eyes, hands inching just slightly to caress your butt as you work. your scent wafts over him as you take your time, making sure to set it properly in case he sweats throughout the night.

once the eye is done, you shuffle down his body to get to work on his next scar, not so accidentally brushing up against him as you unbuckle the harness on his chest.

“• ᥫ᭡ •” he grumbles your name. it’s a warning tone, not unlike what you’ve heard before.

“shhh.” you hush. “I’m focusing. the artist is at work.”

your tongue sticks out slightly in concentration, trying to make the scar look as realistic as possible with your meager tools. your hands lightly brush his abdomen and chest, fixing small mistakes and adding detail.

he lets out a breath, looking up to distract himself.

“you almost done? teasin’ ass.”

“hush, pa. you simply can’t rush perfection. and stop breathing so heavy.”

“s’your fuckin’ fault, princess. all up on me like this. you must want some dick before we leave or somethin’.”

“hush! your gutter brained self. don’t you usually have more self control?”

he let’s out another huff as he closes his eyes, trying to focus on anything but your hands on him. it’s damn near impossible. “sorry, baby,” he murmurs. he tries to keep his mind clear, think about ordering the uber and whatever else is needed to ensure a good time tonight.

he should make sure you eat and drink some water… and do the same for himself. you’re both late so everyone else should already be there. what else…

after adding the finishing touches, you lean to press a tender kiss to his abs, looking up at him with slightly doed eyes. he stops his train of thought, gaze immediately shooting down to watch you, eyebrow twitching and mind filling with the raunchiest thoughts.

this angle, those lips, the way your hands rest on his skin… he sees a slight twinkle in your eye and he gets a feeling tonight's going to be a long one.

“you doin’ this shit on purpose,” he almost groans. you’re just inches away from where he wants you. if you really wanted him to cool off, you wouldn’t keep doing what you know gets him going.

you roll your eyes again and pat his abdomen a couple times before sitting up and looking at your handiwork. the scar on his eye is quite simple, but the one on his chest actually looks good and detailed. shoutout youtube. a few inches below the chest scar lies your lip print, matching the lipstick you applied earlier.

“oh, relax, would you? just marking my territory. they’re gonna try to eat you up, and I refuse to let them get their grubby little hands on you. I’m all done,” you say casually, as if your possessive words won’t get a rise out of him. he squints, but otherwise doesn’t say anything. you can be quite the tease, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. he won’t call you on your shit just yet.

brat.

“whatever you want, mama.”

mhm, it sure will be. you’re determined to make that your reality.

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after many tiktoks and accidental brushes and some pregaming with eye contact a lil too much on the lustful side, you both climb into the uber. ony holds the door for you as always and joins you in the back.

the uber driver is possibly in her thirties and doesn’t speak aside from the normal greeting. the music is low and a bit boring, and she just can’t seem to keep her eyes off the mirror, taking in the obvious eye candy that is onyankopon.

on one hand, you can’t blame her. as always, he looks fine as shit doing absolutely nothing. muscles all on display, tattoos glistening with his moisturized skin, hair and beard trimmed to perfection. he’d catch the eye of damn near any seeing person, so you get it. you do.

but on the other hand, it makes your nose scrunch. yeah, he’s fine, but he’s also quite obviously yours with the way the two of you are sitting together, his arm over your shoulder and hand resting over yours.

he’s quiet but touchy. it doesn’t seem to be enough for the driver to stop stealing glances.

without another thought, you reach over and grab his chin, fingers tickled by his beard. his gaze leaves the window to look at you, but you’re already leaning out of view. leaning to press a kiss on the column of his neck. another on the sweet spot right at the end of his jaw, but this time you lightly suck on his skin, your tongue tracing against his pulse just slightly so.

soft and simple, but the action speaks louder than anything. the woman’s eyes meet the road and don’t part from it again.

and ony’s sitting at attention.

he licks his lips, watching as you sit straight. your eyes meet his, low-lidded and almost prideful. he knows what that was, he’s not stupid. the drinks have you going, if your gaze is anything to go by. you’ve already been a problem tonight, and he prays for relief from the way he’s already pressing up against his pants.

when you both arrive at the venue, you can hear distant calls of “ayeee, luffy!” and “damn, zoro got lost again!” it makes you grin cheesily and give a silly wave as you drag ony to the bar.

you seem undisturbed, but ony’s struggling. he hasn’t been able to calm down since the beginning of the night and it’s barely even started. he works his jaw, trying to diminish that ache he’s feeling in his gut. he doesn’t know what’s going on with you, maybe you’re feeling a way, but he likes it. it’s just… hard.

he focuses his mind instead on keeping you safe. there’s a lot of people here and it’s his mission for the night to make sure you have a good time without any mishaps, especially on his end.

“you gonna drink some more, baby?” you ask, fluttering your lashes up at him. you know his mind can get nasty when the liquor hits him, and you’re going to make sure it hits good.

those fluttering lashes make him feel another tug in his gut. you’re looking up, capturing him with those eyes, and he can’t help but think of them rolling back, back, back…

“just a bit, sweet girl. gotta keep an eye out for you,” he smiles down at you.

fuck, you’re so pretty. he’d do just about anything for you when you look up at him like that. your lower lip juts out in response and he feels himself twitch in his pants again.

yeah. long night for sure.

“I want you to have fun too, daddy,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “you don’t have to worry about me.”

oh, you’re wrong for calling him that right here and now. he licks his lips, gazing down at you. he sees that twinkle in your eyes again and sees how your smile is almost too sickeningly sweet.

ony’s arms wrap around you and bring you close as the people at the bar start to get rowdy with the next song playing. the adjustment takes him out of it just enough for him to refocus. “I know, baby, but let daddy worry. keeps you safe,” he answers, tapping your ass a couple of times before turning to the bartender to call out his order.

you hum to yourself. you were hoping for a bigger reaction to that… he turns to you again, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “you drank that water I gave you, right?”

you roll your eyes but nod, “and ate so there’s something on my stomach. you already asked me all this, I’m fine.” he’s always like this, though you appreciate it. he keeps track of your drinks and makes sure you hydrate like a doting daddy dom should, and you’re glad that you don’t have to worry about it. all you have to focus on is having fun.

and you’re definitely focused on that.

you let out a small yelp when you feel a pinch on your butt. “attitude. you’ve rolled your eyes at me three times now. fix it, • ᥫ᭡ • ,” he corrects. he’s speaking directly in your ear, sending a slight shiver through your body.

you hadn’t even realised he was keeping count. you nibble on your bottom lip in response and nod. god, you love it when he gets like that. shit makes you tingle. “sorry. won’t do it again.”

“mhm,” ony only hums in response. he can make your eyes roll if you really want to play like that…

no, he needs to focus.

more drinks are had and you’re feeling good. ony can see it in your eyes, can feel it in your touch. drinking makes you extra touchy, especially on nights like tonight, and your words and glances are becoming more teasing by the minute.

“c’mon, love, let’s find the group,” ony says in your ear as he grabs your hand. you feel another chill travel down at the way his lips tickle the skin of your earlobe. “don’t let go of me.”

he guides you through the crowd of assorted cosplays, hand wrapped securely around yours, and it’s almost like a movie scene with the music playing and the sight of him just being him.

he’s just so fine it makes you want to jump his bones. the back muscles on this man…

he’s guiding you easily, no one able to ignore his towering stature as he pushes through. his eyes are trained ahead of you, but he’s holding you securely, thumb lightly tracing on your skin in a soothing gesture…

it’s reassuring, soft, all that you’re used to. you imagine that hand wrapped around your neck, seeing flashes of him grabbing and taking without restraint.

the plan.

right, the plan.

he peeks back at you just to check that you're good, catching sight of how your eyes trail over his figure. he shakes his head with a small smirk as he looks ahead and weaves through the crowd. his princess is just as enamored with him as he is you. it takes a lot out of him to keep from turning around to kiss those lips.

he catches sight of a familiar looking buzzed head over the crowd, his height always an advantage. “yo, con!” he calls.

the shorter man whips around, almost losing his balance as he greets the two of you. he’s wearing an orange and black volleyball jersey with the number five on it, a lazy but fitting cosplay of tanaka from haikyuu. he’s grinning widely, obviously well beyond drunk, and his arm is around his newest flavor of the month.

as you laugh at his antics and chat, ony wraps his arm around your waist. he presses you up against his side as someone squeezes past you, always vigilant of the surrounding space to ensure your safety. you hadn’t even realized someone was trying to pass. it makes your lashes flutter up at him momentarily. you hum a small sound of surprise, the sound tainted with intrigue.

he can feel your eyes and it makes him warm. there’s a tension building that feels just slightly unfamiliar, a spark in your eye that’s just… different.

the four of you chat before connie leads you all to the rest of the group, located in a reserved section.

when you reach them, the both of you are welcomed with cheers. you do a cute little spin as the girls begin to compliment your outfit, shaking your ass as you stick your tongue out playfully. you’re definitely feeling those drinks, and ony can feel his mind starting to stray again.

ony holds your hand as you move, licking his lips as he acts as an anchor for you. he wants to reach around and give that ass a nice smack, hype you up because his baby definitely knows how to throw some. he has to hold back and just grin, else he loses his manners and takes you right then and there.

you’re hypnotizing him. tempting him.

he controls himself. he can tell you’re feeling good, and that’s all he wants.

but damn your ass moves like fucking water, he realizes for the umpteenth time. it’s hard to look away, almost impossible. side to side, in a circle… shit. what was he thinking about again? something about staying focused…

his thoughts are interrupted by voices of a few others from nearby as they join in on the cheering. one girl in particular calls out ‘she throwin’ that pirate booty!’ and that seems to pique the interest of more in the area.

ony’s eyebrow twitches.

“not too much, now,” he grumbles, pulling you back to his side. you just laugh and lean up against him again, your chest pressing against him. his eyes flicker downwards for a moment, catching sight of how you look in that position.

maybe just a quick trip to the bathroom… no, he shouldn’t.

he wants to, though. wonders if you’d care about anyone hearing your sounds or if you’d just let them out like a good girl. he can see you, spread out before him, moaning and fucked out while he fulfills his fantasy of fucking you like a slut.

his gaze flicks back up to your eyes. you smile and tilt your head slightly. as if you know how much he’s struggling and you find joy in it.

and you do. you can see it in his eyes, that desire. he’s buzzed, though he doesn’t really show it. his eyes are a bit distant, and you can tell his mind is filled with those thoughts you crave for him to act on. he’s not looking at you like his princess right now and you want him to step out on that.

he’s saved, once again. if there’s one thing sasha can’t do, it’s read a room.

you have to keep from rolling your eyes as she starts on about how grateful she is for everyone being together, ever the sentimental drunk. you love her down, but this happens every time she gets even a sip of liquor.

she demands pictures for memories, something about scrapbooking and showing the kids in the future, before she asks a random person to act as photographer. everyone lines up best they can, choosing their best angles. ony sticks close to you, hands almost glued to your ass. picture after picture, silly photos and serious photos. soon complaints start flying at sasha’s demands for different poses.

the group is able to break free after a few more pictures, and soon everyone is chatting, dancing, and vibing. it really is a nice party, definitely worth the hype, and worth the wait as well. most went all out on their outfits, the dj knows what the hell she’s doing, and the amount of wallflowers is surprisingly low.

the group is having a lot of fun, which isn’t exactly surprising as you all can have fun anywhere, especially with the drinks flowing. there’s so much laughing, so many candid photos that’ll be saved and used as blackmail… but no matter how much fun is going down, you’re still distracted by every move your man makes. it’s the same for him too.

his hands don’t leave you for longer than a minute. he’s constantly touching, caressing, looking at you like he wants to do any number of things to you, and you’re right there with him. whispering in his ear, pressing up against him, giving him those eyes. your friends are side eyeing and laughing, knowing that you both will probably be “excusing” yourselves soon.

it feels like it’s just the two of you, glued to each other as you both dance the night away, parting only for more drinks. you do moves that ony’s never seen you do before, guiding his hands all over you and looking him in the eye as a silent message of ”this is all yours”.

but despite everything, he hasn’t broken yet, no matter how close he’s come time and time again. it’s frustrating to you from the outside looking in. his self control is astounding to an irritating degree and it’s you who’s starting to get worked up beyond the point of return.

but ony’s definitely on the brink.

“fuck. drivin’ me crazy,” he groans, head falling to rest against your shoulder. he’s not sure how he’s still standing. he should’ve taken you home so long ago with the way you keep tempting him like he won’t do anything about it. “you look so fuckin’ good. keep doin’ yo’ shit, ma.”

“yeah?” you ask, reaching back to pull him close. his ear is by your mouth, so you press a kiss to his skin, tongue darting out to tease. it sends a chill down ony’s spine and straight to his dick.

“yeah, baby. too damn perfect,” he breathes out. he runs the tip of his nose up your neck, that damn scent making him want to devour you. he’s gripping you tighter, breathing you in deep.

you’ve got him in the palm of your hand. you laugh, turning in his arms to hook your own around his neck. “and all yours, yeah?” his hands slide down to your bum, giving a nice squeeze.

“all fuckin’ mine,” he murmurs, eyes low as his gaze meets yours.

you nibble on your lip. he just looks so good… the look in his eyes, the way he’s gazing at you like he could take you up against the wall right now has you flooding your underwear. it’s almost too much and the way his hands squeeze and pull you closer like you weigh nothing is only making it worse.

you don’t know what possesses you to say what you say next, maybe it’s the alcohol or the audacity or the combination of both, but you pull him closer by his nape and whisper in his ear.

“so why do you keep fucking me like you’re scared?”

ony pauses.

he must be hearing things. maybe the music is too loud or you mixed up your words because there’s no way you just said that shit.

it’s almost like you can feel the temperature drop.

“repeat that,” he grumbles assertively. you shudder just slightly at his cold tone, but you don’t falter.

“you heard me,” you shrug. “you fuck like you’re scared. you shouldn’t be surprised to hear that.” and you really think he shouldn’t. isn’t this what it’s all been about? his fear of hurting you? it’s not a lie. he is scared.

but it’s all in your delivery. you’re making him sound like a punk and he doesn’t like that.

he doesn’t like how you’re shrugging like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he doesn’t like how you’re disrespecting your daddy, and he definitely doesn’t like how you seem to think you’re on some type of higher ground.

“come to the bathroom real quick,” he mumbles. he grabs your wrist— firm, not tight— and starts to guide you.

you smile and bite your lip as he tugs you forward. “did I say something wrong?” you ask, your voice a slight purr as you press yourself against him. one of your hands trails up his arm, sending tingles up his skin and down to his hopefully well hidden hard on. your touch is slow and teasing, and your nails scratch him just enough, the way you know he likes.

you wish you could use your tongue instead, trace those tattoos all the way to that third leg of his. have him looking down at you and calling you just what you are— pretty, desperate, nasty. just for him.

he looks down at you with a raised brow, almost irritated with the way he keeps fucking twitching in his pants and definitely irritated with whatever the fuck you have going on. “chill.”

ony’s jaw is set at your touch as he continues walking. your gaze, your hands, your teasing… it’s all too much. he doesn’t know what it is, the tequila maybe?

no, you’ve been on one all fucking night.

he doesn’t get it, but it’s gotten to him. he wonders if it would really be that bad if he bent you over in the stall and just…

the two of you finally find a family bathroom towards the back of the venue. ony holds the door open for you, follows you inside, and locks the door behind him.

“you upset or somethin—“

“what’s goin’ on with you? huh?” he grumbles out, hooking his finger through your harness and pulling you against him. you gasp as your hands fly to rest on his shoulders for balance.

“what—“ you try to speak, only to be interrupted by him again. his tone is stern, no room for bullshit. he’s been tempted and teased and drawn to an edge he hasn’t had to endure with you before.

“don’t even try to play wit’ me. whatchu doin’?” he asks.

you swallow, looking up at him and taking in his unfamiliar demeanor. his eyes are serious, eyebrows pinched in an irritated frown that makes your knees weak. “I’m not- I just wanted to have fun tonight, that’s all,” you answer.

his eyebrow twitches and he takes a moment to take a breath, staring you down. “that’s all,” he repeats dully.

and then his hand slides up from your harness, wrapping around your jaw as the other grips your hip. he holds your face in place firmly, bending slightly to hover above you. the look in his eyes… your heart is racing and he can probably feel your pulse, but something else is pulsing between your legs.

“you think I’m stupid? that what you think?” he asks. his voice is almost soft, but not in the tender way you’re used to. “I’ma be nice and give you a second chance cause I love yo’ ass. don’t lie to my face again.”

despite the obvious predicament, you’re feeling pretty good about yourself. this is what you wanted, what you asked for, what you knew he wanted and it feels so damn good. just like you knew it would.

“trying to get you to stop holding back,” you mumble truthfully.

he pauses again.

you’ve gotta be fucking kidding. here he is trying to have a good night with his girl, keeping an eye on you so that you can have a fun ass time without worry, and the whole time you’ve been playing little games.

ony hates games.

“that’s why you been out here like this the whole fuckin’ night?” he asks in a grumble, his hand tightening its grip just slightly. “pushin’ up on me, teasin me, actin’ like I don’t love you and give you everything, being a damn brat? my good girl? can’t be. you know better than that, ain’t never done shit like that.”

your breath hitches, but you keep going. “you don’t get it,” you speak up. “the fact that I had to do this in the first place is your fault. I asked and tried to talk, but you weren’t listening!”

“watch yo’ tone,” he immediately mumbles. his hand slides down from your jaw to your neck and gives a squeeze.

a reminder. he can only allow so much.

you roll your eyes. “you have to admit I’m right!” you stubbornly press. this is your chance to air your grievances, you have to get it all out. “you want this, I know you do. you hold back too much and it’s not fair. if you ever found out I wasn’t all in, you’d be upset just like me! I don’t understand why you can’t just—“

you’re interrupted by his lips as he kisses you. really kisses you.

it’s not the usual slow and sensual kiss, the ones packed with love and intention. it’s messy and rushed, his hand sliding from your hip to the curls at your nape and gripping. your eyes roll back just slightly at the feeling. it’s overpowering, it’s knee-weakening, it’s raw. it’s everything you wanted.

he controls the kiss, he bites, and his hand never leaves your neck. you don’t even realize that you’re moving back and back until you’re pressed up against the wall, closed in by his larger frame.

he pulls back, holding you in place by your hair. this is what you’ve been craving, and it’s so delectable now that you’re getting it. it’s a whole new ony, rough and demanding in his movements. you’re just about putty in his hands.

“damn,” you breathe out, trying to gather yourself.

it’s ridiculous. ony blames himself for his regretful decision of controlling his more aggressive urges. you obviously want it more than he thought, need it if your brattiness is any indication.

the fact that you’d go so far as to play him, try to control him? it’s pissing him off. you’re a good girl. this isn’t what you do.

he’s got something for your ass.

“we’re going home,” he grumbles lowly.

and home you go.

the two of you leave the bathroom, ony’s back tense as he leads and weaves through the crowd. a particular group won’t move even after a couple of excuse me’s from him. they just look at him and then away dismissively as if they’re not blocking the walkway. rude as fuck, to be honest.

ony raises his voice with a lift of his eyebrows. he doesn’t have time for this. “I know y’all fuckin’ heard me. move,” he demands. the looks you receive in return are hilarious, looking a mix of offended, humbled, and maybe a little afraid. the group starts stepping to the side as ony stares them down.

it’s such a fucking turn on.

the journey outside is all a blur. ony hasn’t said a single word to you. he said farewells to the group and guided you to the uber. his touches haven’t stopped, but his gaze is set on the window. his jaw is tight and his grip on you is firm.

the uber back is quiet. the driver has a car on the smaller side, so ony’s almost to the point of having to scrunch himself just to fit. he knew he should’ve ordered a different one, but it would’ve taken too long. he’s sitting leaned against the window, his long legs to the side for comfort because they wouldn’t fit otherwise.

your legs are almost thrown over his. one of his arms is wrapped around your shoulder and the other hand is wrapped around your ankle, thumb lightly tracing over the anklet he bought you.

you’re sitting, fiddling with your fingers.

you’re excited. you’re going to get what you want, what you’ve been needing, and you can say that the night is going according to plan. maybe even better. you have no idea what the night entails, but you’re looking forward to every moment.

the tension is so delicious. the look in his eye, the way he kissed you… you’ve never seen him like this, felt him like this. it’s invigorating and it’s hard to feel bad for your antics. you tried to talk, you did. but tonight happened and apparently it was needed.

there’s just… an inkling, a very small one, that says you have no idea what you’re about to go through.

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visual. visual. visual. visual.

ony crosses his arms as he looks at you, admiring your form and your nerve. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, bare just for him, eyes holding a glint of smugness as you look up.

you’re proud of yourself, ego probably on ten. you don’t even have the decency to look apologetic. instead you’re watching, waiting like you’re entitled to a treat after your little game. your bratty, irritating game of pushing a man who isn’t usually pushed.

his sweet girl… not even aware of the consequences you’re about to endure. he has ways of humbling you. since you’ve been acting how you’re acting, he’ll give you exactly what it is your ass wants.

your gaze trails over his form and he just stands there letting you watch for a moment. his muscles bulge, his chest and arms on display. he’s got that stone face that’s never been directed to you, his tight jaw and twitching eyebrow the only indication of how he’s feeling.

“• ᥫ᭡ •,” he says lowly, getting your attention. your eyes meet his, your breath hitching. his eyes flicker over you again and you can just feel the tension thick in the air. his gaze holds so much fire, body tense and mind obviously racing.

it feels almost illegal to speak up, like the wrong words will set him off and make him snap. that’s what you’ve wanted, of course, but the atmosphere is much different when you’re actually in it. “yes?” you ask quietly. he’s silent for a moment, and then he speaks up.

“I hope you can handle what I’ma do to yo’ lil ass tonight.”

that makes your stomach jump as you nibble on your bottom lip. you sit there for a moment, a mix of excitement and arousal coursing through you. just what’s going to go down? this is uncharted territory. you don’t know what to expect.

you know one thing, though.

you won.

“I can, daddy,” you murmur softly, eyes so pretty as they look up at him. you look so sweet, like you didn’t toy with him like a fucking yo-yo tonight. he’ll make sure to do the same with you since you’re so needy for it.

“mhm, sure,” he grumbles dismissively. you don’t know shit about how he can get because you’ve never seen it. pride is a muhfucka. he reaches down and hooks a finger under your chin, lifting it. his touch makes your skin tingle. “remind me of your safeword, babygirl,” he says.

you clear your throat. “um- pineapple,” you answer.

“and your colors?”

“green is keep going, yellow is slow down or pause, red is stop,” you recite.

“good girl,” he mumbles, looking down at you. he’s still watching you like a hawk. the angle is everything. you’re fighting the urge to reach and run a hand up his abdomen, follow your touch with your tongue. something tells you touching isn’t a great idea at the moment though.

“you have to tell me if I say or do anything, anything that makes you feel some type of way. promise me, baby,” he presses. he lightly trails his thumb over your cheek, looking down at you with clouded eyes.

his voice gives you goosebumps. it’s a mix of commanding and gentle, and you feel as though this is the last sliver of tenderness you’ll see before you get your sense fucked out of you. “I promise, daddy,” you nod.

“good girl,” he rasps. he really hopes you listen because he won’t be holding back, per your request. it’s about to get really tough for you, and you did it to yourself.

his hand moves down, wrapping around your neck in a pressing grip. you feel your stomach jolt and you lick your lips as you stare up into his eyes, watching the tenderness shift just as quickly as it appeared.

“you know I’m pissed the fuck off, right?” he frowns. his eyebrows pinch together and his hand tightens around your neck. “scared,” he states. “I fuck you like I’m scared. that’s what you said.”

his voice is rough, an insight to how the night will be, and his gaze is burning. maybe you shouldn’t have said that… but it’s landed you right where you want to be. you swallow and start to answer respond, but he interrupts you. there’s nothing you could say right now to calm him down.

“nah, don’t even say shit, just gone piss me off even more,” he scoffs, his hand squeezing your neck. he steps closer, standing between your legs now. “you got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, baby. that’s okay. daddy’s gonna get you straight.”

in a flash, you’re pulled up to your feet and damn near dropped onto the ground. you let out a soft ’oof’ as you land on your knees, ony holding you by your arms. it’s so unlike him that you’re blinking in shock.

“look at me, lil girl,” he grunts, his hand sliding into your curls to grip them and tug you to look up at him. your eyebrows furrow— you’re grown, nowhere near little, but the look on his face keeps you from saying anything.

“what, youn like that? don’t like hearin’ bout yourself?” he grumbles, eyebrows pinching as he notices your shift in expression. he couldn’t care less. you were acting childish, playing your games and pushing him to do you like this.

you frown in response, feeling an attitude coming up quickly. it’s not like you didn’t try to handle it properly, he’s the one that refused to listen with his fine, stubborn ass. you go to say something, but he tugs you closer by your hair, bringing you to his pelvis.

“shut the fuck up. ion wanna hear fuck else from you unless you slobbin’ on my dick,” he fusses and jesus, mary, and joseph— that shouldn’t have made your core coil in the way that it does.

well, shit. you do exactly what he says.

you bite your lip as you look up at him, pulling his boxers down to reveal the second love of your life: ony’s big fat fucking dick. it’s long and it’s thick and it’s heavy— absolutely nothing to play with or about. his size and girth would be the source of many people’s dreams or nightmares, depending.

you press open mouthed kisses down his length as you breathe heavy, his hand clenching your hair. you make sure to look him deep in his eyes as you trail your tongue back up, from his balls to his tip. ony groans as he watches you.

you look so good like this, bratty mouth occupied and eyes on his, doing exactly what the fuck he told you. “open,” he grunts. your tongue immediately sticks out, mouth open wide, and ony takes the opportunity to drop spit from his mouth to yours.

“now get to work,” he demands.

it sends chills down your spine, his gaze unmoving as he watches his favorite fucking show. you start slow, spitting on him to act as a lazy lube, sucking his head into your mouth. you hum as you taste him, tongue swirling over his length. you make sure it’s nice and wet before your head starts to bob as you take more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to pump the rest.

until he reaches down and pushes them off.

”nah, fuck that. no hands, mama, gimme that,” he grunts.

so damn sexy.

you do what he says, resting your hands on his waist as you take more of him into your mouth. he huffs out a breath, still looking at you with furrowed brows. “yeah, fuck. sexy ass,” he encourages. “better suck me off better than you ever have. I deserve that shit, dealin’ with yo’ bratty ass.”

you whimper around him, spit and pre building up more and more and making everything so sloppy. you take him deeper and deeper, giving him what you think to be your best. ony’s groaning, grip tightening on your hair as he starts to feel that shit in his fucking toes.

“yeah, eat that dick up. way better use for that mouth than whatever bullshit you was spittin’ earlier,” he groans. he licks his lips as his head falls back, breath deepening and shuddering at the feel of your mouth. he can hear the slick, slurping sounds coming from you and it’s damn near heaven.

he looks down again, noticing what he considers to be a half-assed attempt at taking him all the way. “quit playin’ wit me like I won’t fuck this pretty face,” he grunts, using his grip on your hair to pull you further down his length. “swallow that shit. you can do better than that. show out like you been doin’ all damn night. speed up.”

you whine around him, your pussy clenching at his words. fuck, you’re loving this. it’s everything you’ve been wanting. on your knees, ony dominating you like he should’ve always been. you bob your head faster, bubbles forming as everything becomes sloppier and sloppier, your tongue tracing under his cock. you feel a light smack on your cheek and your eyes focus on his again, blinking in surprise.

“you ain’t doin’ shit forreal. let daddy take that,” he grunts. both of his hands are on your head now, and he’s stepping forward more and more until your back meets the edge of the bed. he starts to work his hips, groaning and moaning in such a delicious tone that it makes your wetness drip down your thighs.

“fuck. too fucking good, baby,” he groans. you’re gagging a bit, hands gripping his thighs as he thrusts harder and harder. “daddy loves this shit. love making you choke on me,” he pants. “I been missin’ out, huh? treatin’ you like you too pretty to gag on this big” thrust “fuckin’” thrust “dick.” thrust.

you’re so turned on, you think you might burst. you’re gagging now, choking, so you smack his thigh a few times, tapping out. he pulls you back by your hair and you gasp for air, coughing and digging your nails in his skin as you try to gather yourself.

“color,” ony grunts. you can’t really hear him, too focused on trying to get your shit together. “huh?” you choke out, still catching your breath. your head’s almost spinning, not just from the loss of air, but from this whole damn demeanor ony has.

“what’s your color, baby?” he asks, pulling you by your hair to look up at him. and, ah, there it is, just a sprinkle of concern mixed in with the frustration. his eyes are sweeping over you, wondering if you’re okay and if he can keep going. always so considerate of you, even when he’s pissed off beyond compare.

“fucking green,” you huff, wiping your face. you’re practically on cloud nine and it has you wondering if you really are toxic, but you can’t think about all of that when your fine ass, monster dicked boyfriend is standing in front of you looking like that. your pussy’s been working overtime purring.

ony licks his lips as he watches you. it’s obvious you’re enjoying this, and he is too. there’s something about making a mess of you that makes him want to do this shit morning, noon, and night. maybe your lil ass was right, maybe he was scared.

not anymore though.

“love your stubborn ass. need to do that more often. get up and come ride what’s yours. wanna see that ass bounce,” he rumbles. he pulls the chair by the foot of the bed closer with ease and sits on the edge of the bed. “c’mon. I’m puttin’ yo ass to work.”

sheesh. you can’t believe you’ve gone so long without this, his whole, uninhibited self making your mouth water. you take a breath before pushing yourself up to stand. you throw your leg over his lap, giving him a marvelous view of your ass, and he takes the chance to smack it hard enough to sting.

“my lil slut. come put it on me, since you bad,” he mumbles. he’s once again hypnotized, always obsessed with his girl’s ass because it’s his. he’ll make sure it’s red and raw by the end of the night,

you feel him guide you into the position he wants, his usually soft and gentle touch aggressive. he maneuvers you so easily, whipping you into place like he’s just moving a pillow or something. another smack to your ass makes you moan, but his fingers playing with your pussy make you squeal.

“gotta getchu ready for me, pretty,” he murmurs, biting his lip as he watches his fingers play in your homemade water park. “always so wet for me, baby, but you’re drenched tonight. you like when daddy treats you like this, huh?” he asks, almost amazed.

you whine a moan when you feel his fingers press and swirl against your clit, the digits drowning in your wetness. his other hand comes down to your other cheek, whacking your ass with vigor. “that wasn’t rhetorical,” he grumbles.

“yes, daddy, I love it,” you whine, your hips pushing back for more of his attention on your sensitive core. he smacks your ass again, again, and again, watching it jiggle and move at his touch. you’re whining and wriggling on the seat, but you let out a nasty moan when you feel his fingers slip inside.

“fuuuck,” you moan, clenching around his fingers. he’s moving expertly, fingers curling just how you like it. when he leans to add his tongue to the mix, tracing ‘o’ ‘n’ ‘y’ over and over again, your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of his beard.

“mhm,” ony encourages, backing away enough to get a full view of your backside. “gonna fuck this pretty, messy pussy out the frame tonight. throw it back, lemme get a sneak peak of how you gonna take daddy’s big ass dick.”

“yes, sir,” you whine, starting to move your hips and ride his long, thick fingers. it feels so damn good, you can feel your mind slipping away and getting all fuzzy-like. your hand raises to grab your boob, squeezing and massaging it as you throw your head back.

“ohhh, it’s like that, huh? that’s a new one,” ony coos mockingly, having never heard you refer to him as such. he’s aching to reach and relieve himself if only slightly, but he can’t tear his hands away from your body for anything. “you actin’ like you respect me or some. guess I gotta treat you like this so you don’t play games in my face, huh? made me feel like a punk.”

you wish you can say you’re sorry, you really do, but with the way the night’s going? you’ll never regret this shit.

ever.

“j-just wanted all of you, daddy,” you moan, your head dipping forward as you continue to ride his fingers. his other hand slips from your ass to between your legs, starting to rub against your clit. your toes curl and another whine escapes you. “I don’t regret it, either,” you pant.

“oh, you don’t?” ony laughs. it’s almost sinister, a little too cocky and not even offended. he knows you’ll be fucked out by the end of all of this, there’s no doubt in his mind. he lands another spank to your ass, pulling his other hand away to lick it clean. “night’s still so young, sweetheart. don’t let your mouth write checks yo’ lil ass can’t cash.”

you whimper at the loss of his fingers, but you’re not wanting for long. you feel him slap his dick against your ass, obviously enamored. “just fuck me, damn,” you huff, reaching back to pump him a couple times. he groans at your touch, face scrunching because you know just how to work him.

“I need to shut you up again? cause I swear I can,” he grunts. he grabs the hand you have on him and pins it to your back before grabbing himself, lining up with your beautiful pussy, and pushing in. the sounds that both of you make should go in the hall of fame, both of you so worked up.

“ahh, ony,” you moan. he feels unreal, making himself at home in your guts. it’s got you clenching the chair with a death grip as you adjust to his size, his shallow thrusts digging into you slowly. “so big, daddy. love that dick,” you whimper.

“so why I’m doin’ the work? told yo’ ass to ride me. c’mon, mama, put on a show for your man,” he says breathlessly. he’s never been one to pretend your pussy doesn’t make him weak. he’s breathless, drowning in your perfect flower.

when you start to work your hips slowly, he has to lean back on one of his hands as he groans and rolls his eyes back. you grip him so perfectly and take him so damn well, he’s so sure there’s no better place to be than right here in you. he reaches to grab a handful of that ass and squeezes.

“so good,” you moan, moving your hips slowly as you settle into the best position you can. “daddy, you’re so perfect,” you groan, looking over your shoulder to lock eyes with him. you swear you can feel him jump within you.

he loves when you praise him back, telling him he’s in your guts or fucking you better than any man ever could. you’re looking at him with a gorgeous mix of love and lust in your eyes and it makes ony’s heart squeeze in his chest. he loves you so fucking much.

both of your breathing is deep now, lips bitten and licked in arousal and eyes low. he sits up and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you back to suck your tongue into his mouth. the kiss is sloppy and wet, and both of you can taste yourselves on the other’s tongue. you whine into the kiss as his hand wraps around the front of your neck to give a firm squeeze.

ony pulls back with a huff, his hand moving from your neck to smack your ass again. it stings so perfectly. “so why you make me out to be a punk, huh?” he asks. he can feel himself getting frustrated all over again just thinking about it. scared. he’ll show you scared. “playin in my face like that. girl, I’ll fuck yo’ pussy up. throw that ass on me before I get pissed off again.”

“anything for you, daddy,” you breathe out. “anything for you.” you start to pick up your pace, and soon you’re bouncing, bouncing, bouncing on ony’s perfect dick. he’s reaching places no one’s ever been and no one’s ever gonna be if you have any say. your moans are loud and you’re showing the fuck out.

ony’s in heaven, he’s sure of it. the way you’re gripping him, taking him so deep, the way you moan and whine for him, the perfect view he has of your reddening ass sore from his spanks… he wants to let his head fall back from the pleasure but he just can’t look away from you. you’re perfect.

“fuck, yeah, baby, take that dick. s’all yours, mama,” he groans. he can’t help but praise you, even if he’s still mad. the way you’re riding him is just undeniably, toe curlingly out of this damn world. “fuck, you workin’ me so good. ass so perfect, pussy just immaculate. keep goin’. keep fuckin’ goin.”

you whine, his words going straight to your core. your man is just everything, it’s so easy to lose yourself in him and give him the show you know he wants. he makes you feel like a fucking star. you let your head fall back, curls bouncing with each shift of your body as you reach between your legs and work your clit.

“gonna cuuum,” you whine, clenching around him. “holy fuck, ony! daddy, m’gonna—“

“push that shit out,” he grunts. it’s taking everything in him not to cum. he’s nowhere near done with you, so he reaches down to hold his base and stave off his orgasm for now. “let it go, baby. you worked hard for it. c’mon, wet daddy’s dick like only you can,” he encourages breathlessly.

it doesn’t take much longer before you’re doing exactly that, moaning his name so loud you wonder if people can hear you miles away. your hand is working yourself fast, clenching and squirting as your release washes over you in wave after wave. you pant and moan as you feel ony’s soothing hand rub up and down your back.

he leans forward to press kisses all over you. your back, your shoulders, your arms, your cheek, and finally your lips. you melt into his touch as you bask in the aftermath of your orgasm. “yeah, baby. did so fuckin’ good for daddy,” he murmurs in your ear. you hum softly, eyes closed as you just float.

you feel ony shifting, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you into his lap. he maneuvers your jelly-like body to rest against his chest. he’s careful as he lies back on the bed, rubbing your back as you curl up against him and nuzzle into his neck. his scent washes over you, comforting even if sweaty, and you let out a soft sigh,

you take some time to cool down, catching your breath and letting your body calm. ony’s hands are on you the entire time, soothing and caressing every part of you. he kisses your forehead and murmurs in your ear calmly, “take a break, babygirl. but I ain’t done with you.”

…pardon?

your eyes fly open at that.

“huh?” you ask, looking up at him like he’s insane. “are you kidding? I’m exhausted,” you rasp. and you really are. your legs and hips are sore like you just worked out, you feel all fucked out and sweaty and ready to roll over and go to bed.

ony chuckles, still rubbing your back. you’re funny if you think he’s letting you off that easy. his hand slides down to caress your ass, squeezing it. it’s sore from all that damn smacking he did. “you thought that’s all I was gonna do? nah, baby. hell no.”

you weakly raise up on your arms, looking at him incredulously. you’re met with a very serious look in his eye that actually kind of concerns you. he looks smug as he utters his next words. “I ain’t even come yet.”

your jaw drops. “what? there’s no way-“ you attempt to turn and look, not believing his ass. you just gave a five star show and he didn’t come? that’s almost offensive. ony grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him. his smile is gone, eyes looking fiery once again.

“what’s your color?”

you blink. and then you blink again. “you’re joking,” you say. but with the look in his eyes, you know he’s not. ony’s head tilts. “I told you, you asked for this. I asked if you can handle it, and you said ‘I can, daddy,’” he says, mocking your voice just slightly. “so, again, I ask: what’s your color?”

you stare at him for a moment, wondering if he’ll say ‘sike, let’s go to bed’ or laugh after a few seconds, but he doesn’t. he meets your stare with confidence, gaze never faltering. is this man insane? you wonder briefly. but there’s no way you’ll let him win or mock you. he’s right, you did ask for this and you did say you can handle it. what’s another round?

“green,” you answer firmly. you can do this, you can handle him. he’s always been so soft with you, and he’s probably tired as well, so there can’t be much else. you’re confident that you can show him just who the fuck you are.

a smile slowly crawls onto ony’s face in response. you have no idea that you’re flying right into the sun,

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

you fucked up. there’s really no other way to put it.

who would’ve guessed?

you don’t know how long it’s been or how many orgasms you’ve endured, but ony’s still going. your ass is sore from spanking, voice raspy from moaning, and you’re a mess of sweat and cum.

“daddyyyy,” you whine, your head held back by your curls as ony drills into you from below. you’re on top of him, straddling him as you lean forward on your tired arms. ony’s got a firm grip on your hair, holding you to bare your neck as he kisses and sucks and bites marks into your skin.

“shut up and take this dick,” he grunts. “told yo’ ass not to play with me. this where that shit gets you.” he’s like an animal used to captivity out in the wild for the first time in years. you’re getting so much energy from him that’s been backed up for so long, and ony just can’t stop.

“s’too much, papa, fuck, I can’t take it,” you whimper. tears are falling from a mixture of pleasure and overwhelm, your body weak from so much exertion. but it’s still so fucking good, you’ve basically just given yourself over to him to do whatever he wants.

“you know your safeword,” he huffs. every orgasm, every time you need a break, he asks you your color, and every time it’s green. he’s keeping a close eye on you despite his feral demeanor, and he can tell that you’re not done yet. he trusts you’d use your safeword even if he couldn’t tell that you reached your limit.

“you made me do this, so you deal with it. you wanna tap out, tap out. I ain’t stoppin till I’m done,” he grunts. you feel so fucking good and you’re taking all of him so well. you’re still coming, still so damn wet and responding perfectly. those tears down your face only get him going more and more because he knows he’s fucking you good.

he brings your face to his, kissing you deeply once again. one of his hands moves to grip your thigh as his tongue swirls around yours. he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling and making sounds from the aggressive kiss. he releases you once again and gets back to business.

he bucks up into you like you owe him money or something, digging into his pussy. you hiccup, eyes closing tight as you clench around him for the nth time. “fuck, fuck, fuck, please,” you whimper. your arms are shaking from the exercise, barely holding you up. after a few moments, they just give out completely.

“color, baby,” ony grunts as he slows down. he releases his grip on your hair as soon as your arms drop, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. your mind is so fuzzy, having an out of body experience with the way he just keeps pleasuring you. “g-green, papa,” you sniffle, your arms weakly wrapping around his neck.

you’re getting tired and he knows it. you’re almost at your limit and so is he. you’re so damn stubborn and just as obsessed with him as he is you. you’ve been a real trooper and he’ll admit that he underestimated you. you can keep up and handle him better than anyone.

but he’s going to come out as the winner.

“c’mon, get up. arch yo’ shit how I like it.”

you blink a few times, hesitating for just a moment as you look up at him. you’re happy to do what he wants, you‘re just a bit too blissed out to comprehend.

“you can’t hear me or sum?” he asks. his hand comes down and smacks your ass as the other holds you in place. you squeal a bit, your arms tightening around his neck. “get up and arch. wanna cum on that pretty ass.”

damn, he’s just so sexy like this. demanding, unforgiving, and so so serious. “o-okay,” you murmur, moving as quickly as you can in your weakened state to get into position. it’s almost pathetic how you can’t hold yourself up, laying your head on the pillow below you as you arch your ass into the air.

“look at you,” he croons, his hand shifting to caress your body. he rubs up your back and shoulders, reaching around you to gives your perfect tits a massage. he presses kisses down your shoulders and back before his hands meet your hips. he squeezes and grabs, shaking the prize in his eyes so that it moves in that hypnotic way he loves so damn much. “fine ass. actin’ out all damn night cause you wanna get dicked down like a fuckin’ slut.”

his hand comes down on your skin again, making you gasp softly and jump. “daddy’s needy girl, huh? freaky ass don’t want me to be nice to you. you wanna get treated like a ragdoll. hope I gave you exactly what you asked for.”

you sniffle and nod, hugging the pillow closer to you. “so much more, daddy. I-I like when you’re nice too I just needed this,” you whimper, pushing your hips back towards him in search of more of his touch.

he hums, rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs. “I know you did, babygirl, but I ain’t ask, did I?” he chuckles as he slides back into you. his hands come to either side of your waist, pulling you back to meet his slow thrusts. “you ever disrespect me like that again, this is where you gone end up. fucked up cause your damn ego is too big. don’t make me out to be a lil punk ever again, you get me?”

“I get you, papa,” you whimper, nuzzling into the comforter below you. his hips start to pick up pace and at this point, you’re just a whining and moaning mess under his touch. your toes are curled up and your eyes are finding their home in the back of your head once again.

“that’s what I fuckin’ thought. just cause I’m soft with you don’t mean I’m soft, baby. I’ll remind you over and over if I have to. pissin’ me off when you supposed to be my good girl,” he grunts, hand smacking the side of your thigh. he presses down on your waist, making you arch deeper so he can keep fucking you right.

you sniffle, more tears falling from your eyes in your overstimulation. he’s deep in you, loud squelches sounding from your weeping pussy. “m’sorry, daddy,” you whimper, hugging the pillow closer to you as he digs you out. you’re too tired and too exhausted at this point, extra sensitive in your current state. you feel bad for making him feel some type of way, hurting his pride just to get a reaction, even if it did give you what you’ve wanted.

but you’ve been humbled.

“there it is, there she goes. good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts. “been waitin’ all night for that. you sorry? tell daddy. speak up.” his hips meet yours sharper and sharper, your eyes crossing from the force of his thrusts. you whine and moan, feeling him grip your curls from behind to lift your head. “can’t hear you, baby. tell daddy you sorry,” he grumbles.

“fuuuck, i’m sorry, daddy. won’t disrespect you like that again! please forgive me,” you moan, hands gripping whatever you can for support. all you can do is take it, take it, take it, his hands holding you down by your waist and his hips never stopping. his eyes roll back and so do yours as you can feel that coil building in your stomach again.

“daddy’s gonna humble your pretty self whenever he needs to. don’t forget who run this shit,” he groans. his hands tighten around your waist and his breathing deepens into moan after moan. “keep tellin’ daddy you sorry. you want me to forgive you? you gone have to beg for it if you wanna catch this nut.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorryyyy,” you whine and nod frantically. “want it, ony, gimme it! please, I’m so sorry! I was wrong, so fucking wrong. i’m gonna fucking come,” you huff. another smack lands on your ass and you whimper in response. “yeah, know that’s right,” ony grunts. you feel so fucking good, look so damn good. he just can’t get enough of your sounds.

“please, please, please,” you sob. “please forgive your babyyy, I’ll never please in your face again!” ony chuckles and lands another spank to your ass. you start to clench around him as your release crashes down on you. it hits you like a truck, and you actually feel breathless, moaning loudly s you make yet another mess of the sheets. “yes, yes, yes! oh fuck, ony, so perfect,” you cry.

ony fucks you through it, jaw dropping and eyebrows furrowing at the way you clench and spasm around him. “mmmm, fuck. take that shit, come all on this dick, princess. you sound so good begging for me. I forgive you, baby, swear I do. pussy too good to stay mad at you. fuck, I’m bouta nut,” he gasps.

he pulls out quickly, working himself with his hand as his other keeps his grip on you. he comes with a loud groan, painting your ass with his release as he breathes deep. he pants as he makes sure to get every last drop on that perfect bum of yours, hips twitching from the overstimulation. “holy fuck,” he moans. if you hadn’t already come before, his moans definitely would’ve sent you over the edge.

you collapse onto your stomach as you pant, eyes fluttering closed as you sit in awe of the night. never did you think that all of that was going to happen. you breathe deeply, feeling a chill go down your spine as your body calms. your limbs feel like you just left the gym and you’re truly, without a doubt, completely fucked out. you learned your lesson.

for the most part.

ony flops down next to you as he catches his breath, his arm covering his eyes. he hadn’t even realized how pent up he was. he’ll admit, he feels better. he’s glad he’s gotten his point across. the two of you stay like that for a while, letting your breathing even out as you recover from your overstimulation.

after a while, his eyes open and immediately find you, taking in your features. you look exhausted, but in a good way. he knows you’re going to sleep well tonight… and upon closer inspection, it looks like you’re on your way to that already.

he slowly sits up and reaches over to you, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. then he quietly leaves to the en suite bathroom and grabs a towel, running it under water. while it sits, he starts the tub. he returns just as quietly and uses the towel to gently clean the mess he left on your bum, being sure not to irritate the sore skin.

he discards the towel and calls out to you softly. “hey, baby,” he murmurs as he walks towards your side of the bed. he leans over, his thumb now softly tracing your jaw.

“hi,” you greet softly, your eyes opening. today’s been a long day, but very very great. you feel so sleepy and satisfied and you’re ready for bed.

“you okay, princess? how you feelin’?” he questions. he’s looking at you intently, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. it makes your heart flutter like always. you love him so damn much.

“I’m okay, ony. I really liked it, which I’m sure you could tell,” you laugh softly. it’s true, if your current state is anything to go by. you look all kinds of relaxed and he could tell that he made you come quite a few times tonight.

“you sure?” he asks again, hand now softly caressing your hip. he’s gentle as ever, back to being the ony that you’re used to. careful, attentive. “tell me bout myself if you need to,” he murmurs, making you laugh tiredly in response.

“• ᥫ᭡ •, baby, I’m serious,” he mumbles, cupping your cheek. “I love you. I need to know you’re good.” you can see the sincerity in his eyes and it makes you smile fondly. this man love loves you and you’re very grateful for him.

“I’m good, ony. I promise,” you reassure. you’re better than good, honestly. you’re fully satisfied, still secure in the fact that ony loves you and would never hurt you. he smiles and caresses your cheek for a little longer.

“good,” he murmurs, hands caressing you nonstop. his touch is so soothing that it’s almost putting you to sleep. “you were so perfect for me tonight, baby. you did so well taking all of me… I’m proud of you.” his words make you smile and he leans to press a kiss to your lips. “thanks, pa. love you so much,” you say softly.

“I love you more, babygirl,” he croons and kisses you once more. you look so beautiful, all tired and satisfied, looking up at him with heavy eyelids. he knows you’re seconds from sleep, but after such a long night the both of you really need to get clean.

“c’mere, princess,” he mutters, shifting to scoop you up into his arms. “gonna get you all cleaned up and then we’ll sleep, okay?” he says. you nod, curling up against him as your eyes fall shut. he presses a kiss to your forehead and carries you to the bathroom.

he sets you down first and then he follows to slide behind you, both of you sinking into the hot water with a sigh. ony’s eyes shut for a moment as he holds you close to him, rubbing your thigh tenderly. he stays like that for a while, feeling you lean back against him. you’re in bliss, just being held by him while the water relaxes your tired muscles.

eventually, he leans to press a kiss to your shoulder. he starts to wash you, murmuring soft reassurances in your ear. he’s careful, his touch making you hum softly, and you just about melt into his arms. he cleans you both, taking his time to caress and kiss whatever he can reach. he needs to make sure there’s no underlying tension after such a night, and he’s glad to see that you really are okay. just exhausted.

soon there both of you are dry and ony changes the sheets as you do your nighttime routine, wanting to make sure you both are as comfortable as you can be. when you exit the bathroom, you drop onto the bed with a light groan. ony chuckles and slides in next to you, pulling you close.

your back is against his chest, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck as your scent takes over his senses. he presses several tender kisses to your skin as he holds you close. you hum lightly in response, eyes closed as you bask in his sweet touch.

“I love you, princess,” he murmurs reverently. it’s the last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you.

a/n: started this in feb lol. you know how you take a picture but stare at it too long and start to hate it? yeah. me thinks I like the end product, though. I hope ya like itttt! feedback always welcome and wanted <3

#aot onyankopon #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #ony x black reader #onyankapon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x you #black reader #aot imagines #aot scenarios #writings — fic

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the lake is for lovers.

— tyler owens x f!reader

premise: summer will always be your favorite, spending weeks at the lake house with the crew. drinking, good food, sneaking off with tyler, making love under the stars. what more could a girl ask for?

contents: unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, foreplay, coming inside, alcohol consumption, oral, weed mention, fluff, tyler’s favorite pet name is baby ok fight me, he’s also thick as hell | wc: 6k+

note: this fic started out as filth on a dock, which then turned into me making a getting d at the lake playlist, which only worsened my tyler brainrot and made me write these cluster of filthy blurbs.

There were many reasons for you to love summer.

Picnics under a favored willow tree, ice cream shops coming out with outlandish sugary concoctions that could take down even the most rambunctious five year old. The days are longer, filled with more laughs and bonfires. Fireworks—as if that had a designated season to be let off, Boone would take on anyone who thought differently.

Tornado season was over, which, depending on who you asked, was not a reason to love the overheated season.

But your favorite thing about summer was by far the weeks you and the crew spent at Dex’s lake house back in Arkansas. A lake house that had gone from his retirement home when he left a shitty corporate job to a summer sanctuary for the family he found doing what he truly loved.

So every summer, all of you loaded up Tyler’s truck, the van, and the motor home and headed to the private dwelling, where you would spend the rest of the summer swimming, napping on the dock, raiding Boone’s smoke stash, and finding the nearest field to stare up at the stars.

Or your favorite: drinking until Tyler wrangled you into the house and into bed before you and Dani took the boat out for a joy ride, or you and Lilly had another incident of lighting said boat on fire with a miss trajectory of a firework that Boone gets scolded at for bringing out when everyone was three sheets to the wind by your wrangler.

As if he didn’t love it.

As if he had not convinced you all to jump into the lake naked one night.

“Oh no,” The man himself shook his head. Placing his hand over yours, your fingers wrapped around the head of a bottle of tequila. The cart already filled with boxes of Miller and Budweiser.

“Oh yes.” Your fingers wrapped together around the bottle, pulling it halfway off the shelf before he actually used force to stop you—that force being lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing.

Moving his body so he was standing beside you, chest to chest. Your brows raise when you try to pull the bottle again, and he squeezes your fingers harder.

“Tyler.”

“Baby.”

You roll your eyes, “Boone wants it.”

“Yeah, Boone wants it!”

You both can’t help laughing as you hear the man himself yelling from three shelves away.

“Lilly wants it too!”

“Don’t be a pussy,” Dani yells as if there aren’t other people in the store with you—Tyler leaning his head back with a sigh, his mouth pulled in a smile.

If the shop owner wasn’t used to the group of you making a pit stop at the decently sized—rundown—off the road liquor store several times during the summer; you’re sure he would have kicked half of you out.

“Yeah,” you say, giving him that teasing smile, turning your head to the side. Walking your free fingers up his chest. “Don’t be a pussy.” You whisper, looking up at him. His smile turns into a smirk as he leans down, his lips hovering above yours.

“The last time ya’ll had Tequila Boone got stuck on the roof.” He is completely serious, but he says it in that voice that makes you want to melt into his hands and do whatever he wants. That stern undertone that made you want to listen and rebel—either outcome was always one you loved.

You nod. “True, but.” Your palm flattens against his chest, moving up until your fingers play with the baby hairs at the back of his neck. “If I recall, you weren’t complaining when you were fucking me sober that night. So, if anything, I think it’s a win for all of us.”

“Not for Boone.”

“Not for Boone.” You both smile before pressing your lips together, Tyler’s hand guiding the bottle into the cart, trapping you between him in the cart when his arms wrap around your middle.

“Glad you could see it my way.” You bite your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering, as he gives you that sweet smirk when you grab the ball cap from his head and slip it on yours. Pulling out of his arms to walk down the aisle, “now hurry up, so we can revisit memory lane.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The first morning you’re there is when your worst hangovers occur.

The first night of drinking is always the hardest you do, as if the steam of working for months wrangling and chasing storms has finally been let out. Decompressed of the pressures of having to worry about live streaming and fixing something on Ty’s truck.

It was a blessing that the nearest neighbor was at least five minutes away, with Tyler’s perfectly curated playlist blaring from the speakers that lined the aforementioned truck. Boone being louder than the aforementioned music, Dani and Lilly hollering when one of them loses whatever competitive thing they’re doing. Dex mixing up some concoction inside the house and insisting it’ll help with the hangover, even though you all know it won't, but damn, does it taste good.

You and Tyler occupying yourselves around the fire, his hands on your hips, holding you close to him as you sway to the music. His lips at your neck, leaving small nips and kisses along your skin until you turn around to scowl at him. His hands slipping into the back pockets of your shorts.

“You’re a bad dance partner.”

“You’re even worse.” His hand wraps around yours to press to the front of his jeans, where he’s hard and straining against them. “Can’t focus on my moves when my girl’s causin’ such a distraction.”

You smile up at him, running your fingers along the outline of his dick. “Poor boy. Should your girl take you upstairs and fix this little problem?”

“Little?” His brows raise, giving you a look that makes you laugh at the amusement on his face. “Now we’re definitely going upstairs.”

You’re laughing all the way up the stairs, Tyler grinning as he talks shit the entire way up, slapping your ass until it feels red and raw through your shorts.

And when he has you naked and pressed to the mattress, your ass in the air, thighs coated in your own slick from him, bringing you right to the precipice of your orgasm, only to keep taking it away until you started whining and he gripped your hips and flipped you over. Pulling your hips up, his teeth biting into your ass cheek.

The head of his cock runs through your folds, the wet noise that comes from him separating them to press at your entrance makes you whimper.

When he pushes in slow, too fucking slow, your fingers dig into the quilt. Your legs shaking, your body wanting to pull away from the intrusion—no matter how stretched out you already are from his fingers and tongue, the burn from the stretch of his cock never compares to it. Always stretches you out until you feel too full, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Tyler presses a kiss at your tailbone, his cock almost fully inside of your fluttering pussy. “Still think it’s little, baby?”

And after you’re coated in sweat and your throat is hoarse and raw, your legs jelly, your pussy feeling swollen and dripping from the several orgasms Tyler fucked out of you—and the come he fucked into you; wrapping your legs around his hips so there was nowhere for either of you to go while he did so; your body is limp against his chest. His fingers running along your spine.

You feel completely spent and sedated, the liquor aiding in the job of lulling your body completely. But Tyler is all smiles and wide awake—after all these years together, you still have no idea what makes a tornado wrangler tired.

He’s always raring to go, and it’s both hot and frustrating at the same time.

You groan when he moves your body gently off of his, making a quick trip downstairs. A glass of water in his hand seconds later, demanding you sit up and drink half, even through your protests. A hand rubbing at your back.

“Good girl,” he says, sweetly kissing your cheek and putting the glass on the nightstand. He’ll ask you if you want to shower because the both of you are covered in sweat and come and you’ll only reply by pulling him back down in bed with your face pressed to his chest.

His chuckle shakes your cheek when he shuts the lamp off, pulls the quilt over your shoulders, and presses a kiss atop your head.

But best believe he pulls your ass into the shower when the sun rises. Your head pounding from the shots you and Lilly threw back and from the beers you drained. Tyler’s fingers are gentle as he washes your hair. Gentle as he washes your body. He presses a kiss on each of your shoulders when he washes your back.

That space between your legs still feeling swollen from last night's activities, but his fingers still find their way between them. His palm on the shower wall as he stands behind you and rubs your clit until you’re coming.

Teeth, lips, and tongue at the back of your neck coaching you through it, “that’s my girl.” He’ll praise you like you’ve just wrangled your own kind of storm. A storm he caused.

A storm that always helps your pounding headache just a little more than the eggs Dexter places on your plate when you make your way downstairs.

“I think I’m goin’ sober for the resta’ the summer.” Boone groans between his palms. Palms that are stopping his drooping head from falling into his eggs.

“Lilly’s making flamin’ peppers tonight.” Dani grins from the head of the table, chewing on a piece of bacon. It has the reaction you all expect, Boone picking up his head, perking up, and feigning excitement.

“Really?”

You all laugh together, regardless of how much it hurts your temples.

“You’re supposed to be soaking up the heat, not staring, Owens.”

You squint from the sun as you turn your head to him, the two of you lying out on the dock. Letting the sun dry you off from your swim in the water. Something that should be relaxing.

But Tyler clearly distracted himself by staring at you.

“Can’t I do both?” He grins, lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand.

“You’re gonna have the worst farmer's tan.”

“Worth it for the view.” He kisses you, his finger and thumb lightly pinching your chin.

It doesn’t take long for his kiss to progress from a sweet peck to something more as his tongue licks into your mouth. With the way his thumb circles your nipple through your swimsuit, his hand moves down your torso to the top of your bottoms, easily slipping past them.

“Tyler,” you warn through a breath when his finger runs along your folds.

“What?” He smiles against your neck, “it’s just us.”

“Dani and Dexter are literally out on the water.”

“They’re tryna catch dinner. They’re far gone.” The pad of his finger runs against your clit in a slow circle. Making you gasp, your hips chasing the touch.

“Boone,” you swallow. Try to be the level headed one here, “Lilly.”

“Store.” He says it simply. Teeth nipping at your ear, “let me make my girl come.” His finger adds pressure to your clit, making you moan. “Please,” he whispers against your ear.

And if this man made you a sane woman, you’d pull his hand away and make him take you inside. But sanity has no room around Tyler. Sanity didn’t send you into a tornado with him. Didn’t have you riding him in the front seat of his truck after afternoons of chasing, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

No, being in love with Tyler Owens causes sanity to fly out the window. Made you throw caution to the wind. Made you chase that high. Made you ride it.

Made you want and beg for more.

His love was soft and ever consuming. A gentleness that made up for the intensity of everything else. It’s why it was so easy for you to put your life in his hands every single day you went out into the storm.

That’s why your legs bend and open for him, and why you let his fingers fuck you on the dock where you could easily get caught. His thumb rubbing your clit, your body burning, your pussy clenching and pulling his fingers in.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.” He grunts in your ear as your hips move, fucking yourself down on his fingers when your orgasm gets closer and closer until you’re coming and his hand is in your hair, pulling your mouth to his so he can swallow your loud moan. Can hold you through the euphoric high that has your body shivering even with the sun shining down on it.

His fingers slip from you wet and coated with your come. His eyes never leave yours when he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean before grinning, grabbing your jaw, and sharing the fruits of his labor.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Lilly hollers as she slams the van door. “Come help us!”

"Comin',” Tyler yells back, a smirk on his face as his eyes waggle at the double meaning.

“You’re ridiculous.” You laugh, pushing at his chest as you stand and walk down the dock. Arms wrap around you, making you both waddle down the rest of the way. Tyler kissing your cheek. You can still feel his hardness against your ass—hardness that was just grinding itself against your hip.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“More?”

“More than anything.”

You lean your head back against his shoulder, smiling. “Infinitely.”

“Unbound.”

When you two step off the last wood plank of the dock, you stop, both turning your heads to kiss each other. Your hand lifts to run your fingers through the back of his hair.

"Oh, don’t worry, we got it, ya’ll!” Lilly says sarcastically from the porch.

You smile against Tyler’s lips. “I love you. But let's go help before she refuses to share the good snacks with us.”

“Damn right, I will!” She yells as she shakes a box of said snacks in her arms.

Tyler laughs and presses one last kiss on your lips before he untangles himself from you and runs over to the van.

“Ain’t no way!”

“Pick up the slack!”

“I’m doin’ my best here!”

You and Tyler laugh as Dani and Boone argue as you both sink the white balls into their cups. Dani scowling as she downs her drink, and Boone raises his high with a frown as he does the same.

When Boone misses and Dani gets one in their next turn, the way they cheer and high five warms something inside of you instead. Brings joy to the already loose buzzing that thumps through your veins from how many sips you’ve had tonight. Your cheeks are heated and hurting from all the laughing you’ve been doing.

You grab the cup, ready to down its contents but Tyler puts his hand over the top, grabbing it from you and downing it in one gulp. Sending you a wink. Whispering in your ear when he leans over the table to put the now empty cup alongside the other ones, “I want to take you somewhere.”

It’s all the explanation you need as to why he doesn’t want you too far gone. You hadn’t seen him drink anything tonight besides the few cups Dani and Boone—mostly Dani—landed their ball in.

Some nights, he doesn’t drink at all.

Some nights he makes sure everyone goes to bed with something other than booze warming your stomachs—usually a frozen pizza he always burns at the bottom, or the infamous Ty Club Sandy, as Boone has deemed to call it. Filling you up until you are on the cusp of being sober and ready for your heads to hit your pillows.

Tyler took his appointed mother hen role even further for the rest of the night until the aforementioned heads hit your pillows.

Sitting in the caravan with Boone for hours until he exhausted himself from talking about new ideas for the channel and one of his favorite subjects: pyrophilia.

Or lounging on the couch and listening to Lilly and Dani talk about ways to make Kyro better, new elements to add for better views in the sky.

Dexter always passes out before anyone, filling his gut and waving goodnight before disappearing down the hall.

Tyler making his way up to your bedroom after everyone had gone off to bed. Cleaning himself up and crawling under the sheets with you—having sent you up to bed hours ago with a pat on your ass and plans to be ready for him when he got up there, knowing full well you would fall asleep before an hour even passed.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, face pressed into the back of your neck. The two of you drifting off to sleep. You take it upon yourself to keep his plans of being ready for him when you wake him up with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hips pushing up into your mouth, languid and sporadic, until he’s fully woken up. His jaw tightens before falling open when he looks down at you and watches you circle your tongue around his tip.

“Morning,” you’ll say with a smile and he’ll groan softly. Matching your smile with a grin of his own, that look of lust and desire morphs his beautiful features into something needy.

He’ll try to speak, try to say something sweet or filthy, but the words never come out. Just heavy pants and his teeth swelling up his bottom lip as he watches you—as he throws his head back against the pillow and groans.

When you pull him out of your mouth and straddle his hips, you reach behind you to guide him through your wetness, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Mouth twitching when you slide down on him slowly. When your own eyes flutter closed from the burning stretch.

You ride him slowly, leaving marks along his neck and chest from your lips and nails digging into his skin when he tries to buck his hips up—fuck you harder. Set the pace that he craves so much when you are on top of him like this. A pace he adores, from how lost you become in pleasure, from your tits bouncing in his face, to how beautiful you look taking the reins.

But you stop your movements each time you feel his hips move. The look he gives you is pitiful and needy.

“Fuck, baby.”

You smile, lean down, and kiss his chin as you start to move your hips again, just as slowly. “I’m just tryna make up for last night.”

“You’re killin’ me.”

After the two of you have wiped the floor with Boone and Dani and they’re demanding Lilly and Dex go against them next because they know they’ll actually win this time; Tyler grabs your hand and walks you to his truck, opening the door for you to climb inside.

“Is it safe for you to drive?”

“Would I put you in a situation where you weren’t safe?” He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.

You can always tell when he’s buzzed or drunk; his cheeks get flushed and his eyes squinting more than usual when he smiles or laughs. He’s sober.

When you finally get to the spot, you turn to give Tyler a look. He’s all smiles as he drives through a field of tall grass, turning the wheel to back up his truck the rest of the way before coming to a stop once you reach a clearing that seems like nothing but marsh land.

Until you’ve stepped out of the truck and walked around the back. Your eyes light up when you see a pond a little bigger than an EF3 filling the rest of the field.

The moon and stars shine off the water, painting it in the darkest blue you’ve ever seen. Water lilies float along the top, with pickerelweed and cattails lining the edges. The crickets and lightning bugs add to the ambience of it all.

“How did you find this?” You ask as he helps you climb up into the bed of the truck, where a blanket and pillows are already laid down.

“Dex told me about it.”

“You sap’s.” You say with a sweet smile, pulling him down to your lips.

Tyler only further proves the sap allegations when he pulls out two of your favorite bags of snacks. His back leaned against the pillows, you leaning against him, his arms around you as you shared the salty and sweet treats. Your hand reaching back to feed him as you look up at the stars.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tyler whispers against your lips when the snacks are gone, fingers licked clean, kisses pressed to lips, the mood changing until you’re naked and under him and his hips are thrusting slowly between your thighs. “So pretty,” he kisses you, runs his lips along your jaw, “perfect,” latch on the side of your neck, “my girl.” His words attenuated by his thrusts.

His fingers are in your hair, at the back of your neck, and on your chest, playing with your nipples, squeezing a hand around them, and bringing his mouth to the pert bud. Teeth nipping at your collar bone, tongue licking between the space of your breasts, grunts against your ear. Fingers at your hip, against your clit—he’s everywhere. Consuming you. Pulling you apart, putting you together, slowly, gently, with a stroke, a touch, a kiss, a bite.

Fucking you like it’s the first time.

Fucking you like he has all the time in the world.

Like he wants you to feel his love with every thrust. Every praise in your ear.

Your fingers dig into his biceps, legs lifting and pressing against his sides, pushing him deeper inside you. Your breath heavy, your moans, sweet mewls, music to his ears.

“Tyler,” you whimper against his shoulder.

His arms bracket around your head, thrusts picking up when he feels your pussy tighten around his cock. “I know, baby.” His words are breathed into your ear, heavy and weak, letting you know he’s just as close. “Gonna come, you gonna take it like a good girl?” You nod, dig your nails into his back, reaching your peaks together.

Tyler stays on top of you even after your breaths have evened out. His thumb runs along your cheek as he looks down at you. His smile is soft and filled with love. It makes your stomach flutter—something that hasn’t stopped since the day you met him.

When he finally does pull out, neither of you move to right yourselves or head back. He covers you with another blanket he pulls from somewhere behind you. Your head against his chest as you look up at the sky. Tyler’s fingers playing with yours. A peaceful silence passes between you for what feels like forever, basking in each other. Listening to the bugs and frogs around the pond.

“Marry me.”

You chuckle softly, “your come hasn’t even dried inside me yet.” You joke. Don’t think twice about it; it hadn’t been the first time he had playfully asked you. Declared to the world that you would be his wife one day: in a tornado riding the high, saying he would make you his wife when you put your computer science degree to good use and ran better numbers than he could have come up with on his own. When you would have to travel home to visit family for a week and leave the crew behind, his arms squeezing you upon your return, saying the winds are dead, everything's dead when you’re not around, don’t leave again, marry me.

So you don’t chalk it up to anything but that until you feel something cold slip onto your finger. Tyler brings your hand up so the moon is shining down on it, a pretty diamond twinkling in the moonlight.

“Marry me.”

Your heart falling to the pit of your stomach as you rush to sit up. Your palm against your chest, your eyes wide, and staring down at your hand before whipping around to look at him. The smile on his face is to fucking die for.

“Tyler.”

“Baby.”

“Are you serious? Are you sure?”

He laughs, reaches out for you, and pulls you into his lap. “I’ve been sure since the day I saw you.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“Ask Boone,” he smiles. Stares down at the ring on your finger that you still have held up, “told him five months into us datin’ that I had a ring picked out.”

You chew on your bottom lip, try to hold back the tears that pool in your eyes. “That’s insane.”

“If you want somethin’, you take it.”

“You already got me.”

“And I ain’t ever letting go.” He grabs your hand, rubs his thumb against the ring on your finger. Looks at you with so much love that you think you could die from it and be just as happy as you are right now. “Will you marry me?”

You don’t think you’ve ever wanted something more in your life.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” He asks as if he’s surprised, his smile and laugh filled with a childish joy and happiness. Like a child finally getting a gift he had always wished for.

“Yes!”

He grabs your face, kissing you. Kissing you until you are both laughing and it’s all teeth and someone's crying, and you’re not sure if it’s him or you or who’s shaking or cheering.

“I love you,” he says. You can feel his heart pumping against the palm on his chest. His palms are hot against your tear stained cheeks. Thumb swiping loose droplets away.

“More?”

“More than anything.”

You can’t even finish your little rhyme before kissing him again. Whispering that you love him back against his lips. This man was going to be your husband. This man who has completely taken over your life and swirled it upside down since the first day you saw him.

This man who has shown you a new world. Given you new meanings of life. Given you a love that puts storybooks to shame. Given you a family that will only grow if the two of you decide on it, but is already so perfect the way it is.

You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone but Tyler Owens.

The next day, you obviously have to celebrate.

The entire crew cheered and rushed you when the two of you had come home, and Tyler lifted your hand to the sky like you just won something.

“Yes!”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!”

“That’s ma boy!”

“Bout time!”

Boone spins you, Lilly is already mapping out the perfect location for the nuptials, and Dani and Dex are hugging and clapping Tyler on the back.

So the next day is one big celebratory day.

Dex prepares a breakfast so large that you all groan and sprawl in the living room while watching movies you have all seen a dozen times, aiding in your hearty meal putting you to sleep.

A nice nap that has you all waking up more rested than before and spending the rest of the afternoon out on the water. Tyler and Dex grill the fish you caught when you come home.

Your legs in Tyler’s lap, all of you sedated and full, and laughing around the table afterwards until Boone comes through the screen door with two bottles in his hand: tequila and whiskey.

“Oh no,” Lilly says, laughing against her hand.

“Absolutely not.”

“You never mix light and dark, comin’ Boone, you know this!”

"Guys, we’re celebratin’,” Boone ignores everyone’s protests and grabs the shot glasses he was keeping for safekeeping in his pockets, apparently. Filling them up with tequila when he asks the bride to be which she wants, a big smile on his face.

He slides yours and Tyler’s over to you, Tyler shaking his head with amusement written all over his face when you frown playfully and say, “Happy wife, happy life?”

He sighs and pinches your legs, teasing, and grabs the shot glass. “I’m not helpin’ you off the roof this time.”

Boone makes a face, and everyone clinks their glasses together, throwing back the liquor.

It’s the first of many shots that has you hours later playing some kind of drinking game that you forget the rules of, which then leads into Boone and Tyler accusing you and Lilly of cheating. Which then leads to the four of you settling it by seeing who can shotgun a beer faster.

“You got this!” Dani pat’s Lilly on the shoulder like a fighter about to get into the cage.

Tyler smirks down at you, “you sure ‘bout this, baby?”

“Don’t call me that. You’re the enemy!” You put your hands on your hips and step up to him. Staring up at him in the most intimidating way you can, even though he could throw you over his shoulder easily in seconds. Your voice low enough for only him to hear you say, “we both know I’m really good with my mouth.”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip. “Won’t argue with you there.” His thumb comes up and runs against your jaw, “let’s make a bet, alright? You win, I’ll show you how good my mouth is, and if I win, you show me.”

You smirk, “deal.”

Once the beers are handed out and the bottoms have been punctured, your thumb presses against the slit, and a glare shot over at Tyler. His grin never leaves his face, even when Dex and Dani yell go, and all of you are putting the bottoms of your beers in your mouths.

Your gaze locks on his the entire time. Your mouth almost slips when his hand comes up to hold your can to your mouth better, his fingers squeezing, making you swallow faster. Finish faster. You and Lilly cheering when you win.

A win that Tyler clearly aided in.

A win he was more than happy to give you.

And if you didn’t love having his mouth on your pussy, you would probably fight harder against him letting you win. But it’s hard to be mad when later he’s between your thighs, fingers spreading your pussy to give him even more access to your throbbing clit.

Your hips guide his mouth where you want it, where you need it, and how you want his tongue to move against your clit. How you want his lips to suction against you. Tyler always listening to your body.

Your fingers are messing up his hair, “why did you let me win?”

He smiles around your clit, “I think I won.” He bites your thigh before turning his attention back to the part of your body he is fucking his tongue against, eliciting whimpers and moans from your lungs. Your back arching up from the mattress.

Some nights are chiller than others.

Some nights, you give your livers a break and hangout around the fire for hours. Dex telling stories, Dani and Lilly rolling Boone’s stash into tight blunts they share amongst those who want it. Boone lying in the grass, listening intently to Dex. You sat in Tyler’s lap, his fingers running along your legs.

His fingers sometimes find the ring on yours, twisting it around. Making sure it’s still there. He smiles over at you and leans in for a kiss.

The night is filled with a lot more laughs when three out of the six of you are baked and bring out the s’mores kit’s Lilly bought for each of you.

“Six is a bit much.”

“Uh, have you seen the way Boone eats?”

“She’s got ya there.” Boone agrees as he tears into a burnt marshmallow on the stick in his hand.

Tyler roasts you one, holds the stick while you happily eat the melted sugar. “Want some?” You ask, his answer comes in the form of placing his mouth over yours and kissing you until your mouth parts and his tongue runs along your bottom lip and into your mouth.

“When you guys get married, will we see less of this?”

“More probably.”

“Less. They’ll have their own place by then.”

“Ah, what? We won’t all be shackin’ up together?”

“Boone, they’ll be married.”

“They’re basically married now!”

You laugh against Tyler’s lips, “ya’ll are losing your invites real fast.” He says turning towards them.

“What did I do?” Dex asks innocently around a marshmallow.

Some nights, it gets so hot that not even the cold from the lake can be whipped through the windows by the breeze. The trees still. The humidity heavy and sticky, making you wake up with sweat glistening on your skin.

The two fans blowing towards the bed useless.

“Tyler.” You whine softly as you push his arm from your midsection. Can’t stand to feel the warm heat of his chest pressing to your back, mixed with the humidity filling the room.

“Baby,” he says groggily. Putting his arm back around your waist and pulling you close again.

“You’re going to give me heatstroke. How are you not dying?” You groan, freeing yourself from his grip long enough to remove your tank top and shorts before he grabs you again. More awake now than before.

“The fans are goin’,” he says softly into your neck.

“They’re useless.”

He chuckles, “want to go jump in the lake?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

He hums, kisses your shoulder, doesn’t care that your body is coated in a sheen of sweat as his lips move to your neck, his hand cupping your cheek. He turns your head back to his. “I can distract you,” he smirks. Hips moving against your ass, his dick hard.

“You’ll only make it worse,” you breathe when he bites the skin just below your ear.

“Ya sure?” His other hand slips between the two of you, pushing your panties to the side and pulling himself from his briefs. “I don’t gotta put it in, baby.” He positions his cock so it’s rubbing through your folds, his tip moving against your clit, making you moan into his mouth.

Ass pushing back against him, “I can make you forget all ‘bout the heat and focus on coming along, my cock.” When the slide of his cock becomes more slick from your pussy growing wetter, he grunts against your mouth. “See, your body has already forgotten about it. It needs somethin’ else.” You whine, wrap your fingers around his wrist. Moan in his mouth, “what’s it need, baby?” The tip of his cock teases with the slightest pressure against your entrance, your body bracing, craving the stretch, only for him to take it again. “What do you need, baby?”

“You,” you breathe. Look at him with hooded eyes, chin wobbling.

“Say it again,” he grunts.

“I need you, Tyler.” His mouth twitches when he slides inside of you, his eyes watching as your eyes close in ecstasy. Nails digging into his wrist from the stretch of his cock.

“It’s all yours,” he kisses you. Says your name when he lets out that shaky groan when he’s bottomed out. When your body shudders while trying to adjust. His voice a mumble against your skin when he asks you if you’re ready for him to move, if you can take it, if you want to take it, knows you can take it. Be a good girl, and take what you want, what you need; it’s yours.

He’s yours.

Infinitely.

Unbound.

Always.

His.

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satorella · 6 months ago

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“𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥” [𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍]

You caught 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫’𝐬 attention at a soccer conference in Japan about a year ago, where you were hired to take pictures for the sports magazine you worked for. At first, it was just him being his usual arrogant and cocky self when he randomly gave you VIP tickets just because.

“Oh… uh… d-danke, Herr Kaiser…” [Thank you, Mr. Kaiser] You gave him a polite smile. He tilted his head, “Ah, you speak German?” “Just a little… enough for a tourist to get by.” You answered. He nodded and smirked, “Cheer for me, ja?” [Yes?] He pointed at the tickets in your hand as he turned to walk away. “Ja…” You gave an awkward little wave.

Neither of you had any idea where this would eventually lead though…

A couple days later, you woke up with your head throbbing, and Kaiser sleeping soundly next to you... naked under the sheets. You looked around, realizing you were in his hotel room, and both of your clothes were thrown carelessly all over the place; on the sofa, on the counter, the floor, your panties were even hanging on the damn lamp. Then it all started to come back to you. What was supposed to just be a few innocent glasses of champagne at the afterparty of his game, turned into a bit more… obviously. Once you came to, you slowly slipped out of his bed, searched for your clothes, and quietly left his room.

Fuuuuuck, did you really have a one night stand with Michael Kaiser?!?!

After a couple hours, you opened your suite door to...

“Guten Tag, Schöne.” [Good day, beautiful.] Shit. “Herr Kaiser... hi... h-how’d you, um, know which room I was in?” You asked, looking both ways down the hallway. “I asked your little freund.” [Friend.] He waved his hand dismissively. “Anyway you left your, ah, kamera in my room. I figured you might want it back for work.” He hands you your camera. “Oh! Danke!” You take the device. He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “I looked through some of the photos. I hope you don't mind.” He finally says before leaning down to your ear, “I enjoyed seeing the ones from last night as well.” He whispers, making a shiver run down your spine. Pictures? From last night? The hell is this guy talking about? Confusion and curiosity etched on your face, you turned your camera on and clicked through the recent photos...

You, your colleagues, Kaiser and his team taking shots.

You and Kaiser pouring each other shots.

You sitting on Kaiser's lap.

You, and what looks like, grinding on Kaiser.

You, completely blissed out, taking a selfie with Kaiser kissing your neck.

You taking a picture with Kaiser in the elevator door’s reflection; he stood behind you with his hands on your hips... while he was busy with your neck.

Kaiser leading you into his hotel room.

You, in Kaiser’s POV… sitting naked on the counter, eyes low and head thrown back as you laughed. (You honestly looked great in this pic… if it weren’t for you being naked😵‍💫)

Kaiser... taking body shots off you...

A mirror selfie with Kaiser positioned behind you... holding one of your legs up on the vanity... while he-

ALRIGHT, you got the point! You quickly shut off the camera and looked at anywhere else but him. He smirked, seeing how shy you suddenly got. “I-I’ll, uh, delete these… don’t worry...” You cleared your throat. “Just because you get rid of the evidence of our fuck-fest, doesn't mean I’ll let you forget it.” He shamelessly looks you up and down, “Are you free to do it again tonight?” You scoffed. The nerve of this guy!? “I-I’m not some bootycall, you perv! Du bist so ein perverser!” [You are such a pervert!] You whisper-yelled. He laughed at your attempt to insult him in his own language. “Really? But from what I can remember, all you could say was ‘Micha! So gut! Bitte! Bitte mehr!’ hm?” [So good! Please! Please more!] All the color drained from your face. “Okay. Guten Tag, und Auf Wiedersehen.” [Good day, and goodbye.] You tried to close the door in his face, but he stopped it with one hand, “Nein. Wait.” [No. Wait.]

…And that’s how your love story all began. Annoying way to meet the love of your life, right? Agh! Aber du hast trotzdem gelernt, ihn zu lieben. 💆‍♀️ [Agh! But you still learned to love him.]

Ever since that day, he subconsciously started talking to you more and seeing you more at soccer conferences; country to country. You were the only foreigner that could actually understand him and have a decent conversation with him in his native tongue. (Not to mention, you kept each other company at night.) At games, he would casually search the crowd for your familiar pretty face, knowing you’d be there; rocking his jersey, waving and screaming his name. You showed up for him at every game, wherever it was. Even though he was still kind of an ass, your constant presence started to make him feel… something. Something he’s always wanted, but would never allow.

Kaiser wasn’t one to catch feelings. He’d usually cut out anything that would distract him from his goals. Nor does he really have that many friends due to his arrogant and rude personality. Sure, he has his team, but ehh. Then there was the thing going on with you. He actually didn’t mind having you around. You weren’t clingy and annoying like most women were. And he enjoyed the sex, of course. But after a while, he started to notice that things between you started to become something a little more than just sex. Even just talking to you became part of his daily routine. You guys met up to have breakfast/lunch/dinner together if you were in the same city, and FaceTimed if you weren’t. There were times where he just craved to hear your sweet voice after a gruesome day of practice. Craved to hear your stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, but it was really your laugh that he wanted to hear when he was having some depressing late night thoughts. God only knows why you still stick around. He’s insufferable half of the time, but here you were… choosing to deal with his bullshit.

All of it.

With time, you started to become the support system, the companionship, the patience, and the love he’s always wanted, needed, but was too prideful and damaged to ever ask for. You understood him. You were always there for him. And for once in his lonely life, he didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Currently, you and Kaiser were in his hotel room, massaging his scalp as he laid his head in your lap. You came to surprise him at one of his home games in his home country, Germany, after telling him just a few days ago that you wouldn’t be able to make it.

“I could have flown you out here, meine Schönheit. Tsk.” [My beauty.] He lightly scolds you. “But that would’ve ruined the surprise, ja?” You smiled. “Tsk.” He grabbed your wrist and moved your hand to his neck, “Here. Massage me here.” He demanded. “So sassy, mein Schatz.” [My darling.] You chuckled, but did as he said, massaging over his blue rose tattoo. He closed his eyes. “Your touch, it’s relaxing, meine Liebe.” [My love.] He said, which was a little unusual. He was being sweet and focusing on you, rather than bragging about how his team wouldn’t have won without him; which was what he usually did after a win. You leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead as a reply. You weren’t sure how to respond to that… without saying the wrong thing and risking ruining his good mood. He opened his eyes, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked up at you. He pulled your head back down, capturing your lips in a kiss. After a moment, he pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Ich liebe dich, Engel.” [I love you, Angel.] He said quietly, which was another rare occasion with Kaiser where he actually used his words to express his feelings. “And I love you.” You smiled, hovering your lips over his, “Are you okay?” “Ah, meine Liebe. I’m alright, just… tired from playing.” He said as he reached up to move a few strands of your hair behind your ear. His bright blue eyes were scanning your face, watching every expression and detail. “I’m glad you’re here...” He ran his thumb over your cheek, “I can always count on you.” He sat up and pulled you on top of him, his hands moving to rest on your hips as you straddled him.

“Michael!” You gasped as you felt his semi-hard poking the inside of your thigh. “I thought you said you were tired?” “I said tired from playing, mein Liebling. Not in other activities.” You playfully rolled your eyes. Ah, now you understand why he’s being so lovey dovey… he’s horny! He chuckled in his rough German accent as his hands began to roam your body. “I missed you these last few weeks.” “Ja, I can see that… or I mean, feel it.” You snickered. “Ah, mein Engel. Du bist so wunderschöne.” [My Angel. You are so beautiful.] He praised you as he gave your jawline soft kisses. He grunted a little when he felt your lower half grind against him, causing him to squeeze the plush fat of your ass under your denim skirt. He wanted to be gentle, but that’s proving to be quite difficult for him right now. He needed you. “Mein Engel, bitte. Lass mich dich lieben.” [My Angel, please. Let me love you.] He pleaded quietly as his hands continued to roam your body, slowly lifting his jersey off of you. “Ich will dich.” [I want you.] You let the jersey fall to the ground, tilting your head to the side as he kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you throb at your core.

Kaiser turned, laying you down on the sofa and positioning himself in between your legs. “Ich liebe dich.” [I love you.] He murmured as his lips began to trail down your neck, down your chest. He took one breast in his mouth, and sucked on your hardened nub. You let out a whimper, arching into him, practically smooshing your chest in his face. His tattooed hand journeyed down your body. “So Schöne.” [So beautiful.] He hissed, pushing your legs open wider for him to have more room. He wasted no time in bunching your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side, dragging a finger up your slit, collecting your slick. His finger began tracing circles around your entrance before slowly pushing it inside you. “Ah, du bist so feucht für mich…” [You are so wet for me…] “Hnngh!” You moaned, nails digging into the sofa. “Komm für mich. Be the good girl I know you are.” [Come for me.] He murmured against your skin, lightly nipping you in random places. He inserted another finger in you, pumping at a slow, but good, pace and curling them both slightly to rub that sweet spot that always had you seeing stars. “M-Micha!” You whined, writhing beneath him. “Let yourself go on my fingers…” He said, his voice low and raspy. And like the good girl you were for him, you did as he said. As always. You shut your eyes as you came on his long, thick fingers; panting and moaning his name. He grabbed your chin during the middle of it with his free hand and forced you to face him. “Look at me.” He demands. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to stop them from rolling back from pure ecstasy. “That’s it. There’s my girl.” He lets you ride out your high, before slowly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

He reached between you to pull the knot on his robe loose, and lets it fall on the floor next to the jersey, then positions himself at your entrance. “Ich brauche dich...” [I need you...] He whispers as he pushes into you, letting out a deep groan and grunting. “Gott, du bist so eng.” [God, you’re so tight.] You let out a louder moan at the stretch, your nails digging even more into the sofa. He slowly slid out almost all the way before thrusting back in deeper. Harder.

“So gut...” [So good...]

Fuck, maybe you two should spend time apart more often.

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peachesofteal · 1 month ago

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cw: noncon, smidge of watersports

Can't stop thinking about Captain Riley being gone for an extended period of time and worrying about you at home so much he arranges someone to check in on you. Make sure you're taking care of yourself, eating, sleeping, drinking water... everything. Ensuring you're healthy and happy in every way that's needed.

Kate's the most logical choice. She lives off base but close, close enough it's not an imposition, and Simon trusts her. He makes sure you know to expect her occasionally, tells you she has a key.

The first time she comes by is a quick check in. She's unobtrusive, looking you over before asking if you need anything, and then going on her way.

The second time...

You don't hear her come in. You're tossing and turning in the bed, naked from the waist down, grinding against the heel of your palm, trying to ease the ache between your legs. You don't even realize she's standing in the doorway until it's too late, and she's pulling the sheet down to expose you. You scream and snap your legs closed, but she shakes her head. Pries your knees apart.

"Do you need help?"

"What? No- no-"

"Hmm," she traces your folds and holds her fingers up to the light. They glisten with the evidence. "I think you do." Her thumb slides over your clit and you shake your head.

"I don't... ah- I don't think you're- you're not supposed to..."

"Actually, your daddy wanted you to be taken care of in any way necessary. He knows sometimes you have trouble making this pussy come, don't you?" You groan as she presses harder, rubbing your clit in a circle.

"N-no," you try to deny her. This is wrong.

"Yes, honey, you do, I know." A lithe finger slips inside you, and she hums. "Oh you're tight. Such a tight little girl for your daddy." You try to run up the bed, legs kicking, but she grabs you under the knee and holds you firm. "Be good, or I'll have to tell him you misbehaved." You're clenching around her, body betraying you, and fat tears roll down your cheeks. "Look at you. I bet you make your daddy crazy with this sweet little virgin pussy, don't you?" Your cheeks heat. How does she know?

"I d-don't want you." She moves closer, close enough she splits you around her thighs, spreading you wider.

"I know princess, but until your daddy comes home, I have to help, alright?" She's fucking you with her hand now, pressing deep, and you're holding your breath, trying to stave off your orgasm, trying to refuse her. "Come on, come for me pretty girl. You can do it."

"I c-can't I c-c-can't-" Even as you deny it, you tremble, trying to hold yourself back, fighting a losing battle. When you grit your teeth, still trying to resist, she sighs, and presses her free hand down firmly on your lower belly. "AH!" She chuckles.

"Maybe you need to pee instead?" The feelings are confusing. You're warm and tingling, and something inside you wants to be released, the pressure on your belly growing more firm. It feels good. It feels bad.

"No, nonono-"

"It will feel good. My little girl at home does it when she comes sometimes. Do you want to let it out?"

"No stop! Stop p-please." She presses harder and you gasp.

"Are you going to come for me?" She flicks your clit faster.

"Y-yes, yes- I... oh god, oh-" She lets go, and so do you, coming as you scream, tear stained face scrunched up, chest heaving, blissfully drifting as she gets you a glass of water and pats your thigh.

"Such a good girl."

#raspberry girl fic #Kate laswell supremacy #peaches writes

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jiniretracha · 9 months ago

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ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ꕤ

Bang Chan x fem!reader: daddy kink

summary: You wouldn't have known that your boyfriend had a certain thing for a certain word...

warnings: smut, the d word usage, jeongin being a little shit...

word count: 1.2k

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You were on your hands and knees, on Chris’ bed. He was moving inside of you, in and out, from behind you. His hands laid on your ass cheeks, gripping tightly.

Chris’ hand came onto your ass to swat your cheek, making you mewl, muffled by the pillow under you.

“You like that?” Chris asked you, his voice toned down due to Jeongin’s asleep form next door.

You nodded your head and Chris angled his hips, hitting your spot harder, making you arch your back and moan brokenly.

“I asked you a question, babe” he whispered to you.

“Y-yes, daddy” you moaned, your brain too much of a mush to actually think about what you were saying.

His hips came to a halt all of a sudden.

Your eyes widened at the word that slipped past your lips.

Fuck.

You fucked up. It only slipped up, you didn’t mean to actually call him that.

Why did I call him that? Now he’s probably weirded out, he’s gonna break up with me, he’s gonna kick me out of his apartment, probably block me-

“What did you just say?” he asked you.

You bit your lip and clenched your eyes, wishing with all your might that the ground would just swallow you up whole.

“I…”

“Say that again” Chris demanded you.

Oh… oh?

He liked it?

“I…

Chris surprised you by grabbing you by the hair, making your back hit his warm chest. The action made you yelp and grab his arm that was holding your hair, and the other one came to clutch his back.

His free arm came to wrap your waist, holding you tightly.

“I told you… to say that again” he said slowly and dangerously.

You gulped and looked back at him. “Chris… I…” you stammered, unsure of what to do.

“Come on… what did you just call me?” he smirked at you, making you squirm in your place.

You blinked a couple of times, feeling dumb that your brain couldn’t seem to work properly. “D-daddy?”

You saw him clench his eyes and exhale through his nose. “Fuck, again” he moaned.

“Daddy” you called him again, with more certainty this time.

He started thrusting once again, with more force this time, punishing your spot with his tip. You almost fell back on your arms but Chris kept you in place, while his mouth was nibbling at your ear.

“Keep calling me daddy, baby, come on” he urged you, and then grabbed your neck, applying slight pressure.

He continued hitting that spot that made you see stars and slight white spots clouded your vision. “Da-daddy” you blabbered, the coherence in your brain inexistent as your nails dug into the back of his hand that was holding you in place. “Daddy, harder, please”

Chris growled and pushed you down on the bed by the back of your back, his hands grabbed your hips and set a furious, punishing pace that had you screaming onto the pillows, not caring anymore about waking up the whole floor.

He planted one of his feet on the bed and thrusted even deeper inside you, if it was even possible.

“Daddy, daddy, I’m close” you whimpered, your fingers close to ripping the sheets to threads from how hard you were gripping them.

“Fuuuck, babe, me too” he whined, his thrusts getting sloppier and slightly uneven, but still hard and fast nonetheless.

You clenched around him as you felt the familiar burn on your lower stomach.

“Daddy!” you whimpered loudly when you felt his fingers start to rub tight circles around your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your toes curled and legs shook as you felt the orgasm crash all over you, feeling like your body was about to pass out.

You didn’t even notice Chris’ hard thrusts as the shallow noise of skin slapping on skin stopped when he stilled to let his cum fill you up completely to the brim. He panted loudly as he fell next to you on his back.

His head turned to look at you while a hand brushed over your arm. “You okay, sweetie?” he asked you, worry lacing up with his tone as he saw how erratic your breath had become.

“I can’t feel anything… am I dead?” you asked him, making him chuckle out loud.

He smiled widely and your heart flipped. “No, you’re alive, baby” he said, and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. “What was that earlier?”

You blushed crimson red and hid your face on the pillow. “Nothing” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.

He giggled like a little kid and poked your side, making you squeal. “Yeah, what was that that you called me? Daddy?”

You looked at him in the eyes and bit your lip. “You sure seemed to like that shit?”

“Like it?” he asked and pulled you on top of him, making you wince due to the soreness in between your legs. The mixed juices from both of you were oozing out of you, hitting his leg but Chris didn’t seem to care at all. “I loved it, baby” he replied to you and you bit your lip.

“I should call you that more often then” you said, raising your eyebrows teasingly.

“Oh, yeah, please” he said, kissing your lips. “Do it any time you want”

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Chris and you woke up the next day, and took a shower to start the day refreshed and clean from everything you did last night.

You dressed up in some loose jeans and a fit top, and put on some cute boots.

“Do you wanna go out for lunch later? I have to hit the studio at three and I’m afraid I won't have much free time for us” he pouted.

“Of course, baby” you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He arched his eyebrows after you pulled away.

“I’m not calling you daddy now, Chris, save that for later”

“Aww” he pouted and you laughed at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with you.

You both got out of the room and found Jeongin washing the dishes from the breakfast he had.

You sat down with Chris next to you and the youngest turned around and smiled at you. “Hey, guys” he chirply greeted you.

“Hey, Innie” you said with a smile.

“How did you guys sleep last night?” he asked curiously.

You choked on your own breath when you recognized his knowing smirk.

“Knock it off” Chris warningly said to him.

“Why should I… daddy?” Jeongin said slowly.

Your eyes widened and your face blushed deep red.

“Jeongin!” Chris yelped, standing up abruptly “Shut up, and certainly don’t tell the others”

“Oh, no, I definitely won't’” he shook his head, feigning innocence.

Chris looked at Jeongin smiling to himself as he shut himself inside his room.

“Do you think he said something?” you asked him, watching him plop down on his seat once again.

Chris sighed and didn’t say anything, grabbing his phone. His eyes visibly widened when he clicked on the group chat he had with his eight children. He dropped the phone on the table and stood up again, walking towards Jeongin’s room.

“I’m killing that son of a bitch”

── .✦

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#stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz imagines #skz smut #bang chan x reader #chris x reader #bang chan smut #chan x reader #bang chan imagine #chan imagines #stray kids bang chan

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mayahawkesfirstwife · 6 months ago

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dom se-mi fucking f reader w/ a strap?

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Needy

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Pairings: Dom! Se-mi x Fem! Sub! Reader

Summary: Se-mi fucks you with her strap.

Warnings: Smut, strap-on sex, praise kink, degrading kink, Se-mi refers to her strap as her “cock/dick”, etc.

Author Note: This is my first time posting smut😭 Hope you like it, sorry if theres any spelling mistakes or anything like that. (I didn’t read over it so there probably is.)

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“Fuck, you’re needy huh?” Se-mi asks, she’s smirking up at you as you rock your hips into her while you straddled her lap.

You were so needy for your girlfriend, she has been so busy with work lately that she hasn’t fucked you in over a week.

“P-Please…” You whine lowly, she chuckles.

“Please what?” She teases, smirking up at you.

“Please, fuck me…” You grip her T-shirt, tugging it and pleading with your eyes.

“What was that, honey? I didn’t hear you, speak up.” She says, rocking your hips into her harder.

“Please just fuck me!” You speak up, she hums, “That’s my girl, take your clothes off.”

You rush to get your tank top off and when you get to your shorts you stood up and she got up on her elbows.

“Slower, what’s the rush?” She smirks, she watches you tug your shorts down slowly like she said and then your black panties.

“Good girl, fuck you’re so hot.” She sat up, tugging her sweatpants down and opening her nightstand.

“Lie down.” She says, you crawl into the bed and lay down on your back.

You grab a pillow and place it under your hips, you couldn’t wait any longer.

She gets her strap and puts it on herself, crawling over to sit on her knees in front of you.

“Spread your legs for me.” She says, motioning with her hands. You obey her and open your legs, she grabs your thigh, holding it as she gets closer to you.

She grabs the toy, rubbing the tip across your slit, making you whine. “Is this okay?” She asks.

“Yes, yes!” You grip the bottom of her T-shirt she wore, holding it tightly in your palm as she teases your hole.

“Please fuck me, Se-mi.” You whine, she chuckles as she holds your thighs down, pinning them into the bed as she slid into you.

You gasp and tug at her T-shirt some more, “O-Off, please take this off.” You whisper.

She tugs her T-shirt off and you watch as she unclasps her bra, tossing it aside.

“Y-You’re pretty.” You whine, nervous.

“Oh, yeah? I’m pretty?” She snaps her hips into you once and you moan loudly.

She thrusts into you, making you moan loudly. “How pretty am I? Tell me.” She whispers into your ear.

“S-Se-mi! You’re so p-pretty! You’re perfect!” You whimper.

Her hips snap into yours, “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.” She grabs your hips and your thighs instantly start to move off the bed.

“Keep those legs open.” She pushes them open, digging her nails into your hips.

You open them as much as you can, “Yeah, like that. You’re such a good girl.”

“H-Harder!” You whine, she starts to thrust her hips into you harder.

“Such a fucking slut.” She grabs your neck, squeezing lightly.

“Just-oh! Just like that! D-Don’t stop.” You toss your head back, caught up on how good she was fucking you.

“Oh, i’m not stopping.” She pants, fucking into you just how you liked.

You whimper, gripping the sheets in your palm and squeezing them.

“I-I’m close!” You moaned loudly.

She chuckles, “Already? Fuck, go ahead and cum on my cock.”

You whimper as she thrusts into you harder and you came down on her strap.

She fucks into you harshly one more time before pulling out, letting you take a breath.

She laid down beside you, panting with you as you cuddle into her side.

“I’m not done, come here.” She grabs your waist, pulling you on top of her.

You were straddling her stomach as she lifts your hips and slips her strap into you again.

You quickly grab her shoulder, letting out a whine.

“Ride me, come on.” She says, squeezing your hips.

You slowly lift yourself up before sliding back down. “Faster, do it faster. You got it.” She nods.

You start to go faster, bouncing on her strap as she groaned.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” She hums, watching you bounce and squeeze her shoulder harder.

“Oh, fuck!” You whimper, nails digging into her shoulder so hard it would leave marks.

“You look so fucking good when you ride my dick, pretty girl.” She says, eyes trailing down your body.

“Oh, Se-mi! Se-mi!” You moan her name just right and she groans, throwing her head back.

“Keep moaning my name, don’t stop.” She felt as if she could cum from how you moaned her name.

You continue to moan her name over and over until she starts thrusting her hips up into you, fucking into your pussy like she never has before.

“Right there! Oh my! S-Se-mi! Please, that’s it.” You whimper loudly.

“Oh, yeah? Right there?” She thrusts into that spot even harder.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop!” You moan loudly, hands moving to her stomach to support your bouncing.

She grips your hips tightly, hips slamming into you relentlessly as you came down on her cock.

“Fuck…” You whine, slowing down as you finish.

She slowly pulls herself out of you, your slick coated all over.

You lay beside her with a whine, “Clean your mess up, you little slut.” She whispered in your ear.

You pout, sitting up and crawling between her legs. She grabs your already messed up ponytail and gripped it tightly.

You suck the tip and stroke what you couldn’t take but Se-mi impatiently shoved it into your mouth.

You gag once, hands still stroking it as you suck what you could.

“So pretty.” She grabs your cheek and felt the bulge in your cheek.

“Such a fucking slut, you take it so well.” She pulls you off to breathe.

“You alright, honey?” She asks and you nod, wiping your lip with your hand.

“Hey, this time I want no hands, you got it? I want to be down your throat.” She says, you nod as you lean in and open your mouth.

She shoved her cock into your mouth and you gag, gripping her thighs as she bopped your head up and down on her cock.

You gag over and over, tears filling up in your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when your mouth is stuffed of my cock.” She smirks, fucking into your mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut, drooling onto the mattress as your nails dig into her thighs.

“Such a good girl, you suck it so fucking good.” She chuckles, giving you a few more harsh thrusts before pulling you off.

You gasp lightly, as you pant and tears fall down your face.

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, “You’re such a good girl, you did so well for me honey.” She rubs your face, wiping your tears away.

“Come here.” She wraps her arms around you, pulling you in to cuddle her.

“I’m so proud of you.” She hums, caressing your back.

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#wlw #squid game se mi #se mi squid game #se mi x reader #player 380 #se mi #player 380 x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #squid game smut

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clioerato · 3 months ago

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Steve's first game.

Eddie — Dungeon Master, game host

Steve — Paladin in D&D

Eddie: You enter a public bathhouse. Right by the entrance, a security guard is sitting with a crossword puzzle in hand. Behind the counter stands a female gnome with bold makeup and a name tag. Behind her, a rack with keys numbered 1 to 3—though there are no actual keys in sight...

Dustin: Well, Steve, go talk to her! Steve: About what? Lucas: Come on, you’re the dashing paladin in our party. Use that charisma! Steve: What am I even supposed to say?! Eddie (playing the gnome girl): Hey, hey, boys! Welcome to the bathhouse! Steve: Hold on, hold on… uh… Madam… (Steve frantically checks his character sheet, searching for something useful in his inventory.) Steve: I… uh… I need to put on my sunglasses, or else… (dramatically gazes at Eddie) I’ll be blinded by your beauty.

Party: Oooooh!!! Eddie, choking on air: Uh… roll for Persuasion. D20. Steve: No, no! I’m not trying to seduce her! I’m just giving her a compliment! Lucas and Dustin: What do you mean?! Steve, we need information! Steve: This is gonna go sideways, and then you’ll all blame me for ruining the game! Mike: Steve, I really hope your "success" with girls doesn’t carry over into DnD. Just roll already! Steve, sighing: This hasn’t been my strong suit for a while now. (Eddie stifles a laugh, but Dustin’s loud exclamation drowns it out.)

Dustin: Steve, I know dating hasn’t been your thing for a long time, even though I keep telling you about Robin! But right now, you need to get information from the gnome girl! Steve: Fine, just out of curiosity—will my words actually work? Lucas: You have +6 to Persuasion! (Steve rolls the die… and gets a 1.)

Party: CRITICAL FAILURE!!! Steve: I told you! I TOLD YOU! Eddie (as the gnome girl): I’m calling security! Hey, I’m being harassed! Help! (The guard is already rushing toward the group.)

Lucas: I grab Paladin-Steve by the arm, pull him aside, and try to apologize to the gnome girl. “Miss, please, listen… He’s lil nontraditional…” Steve: Wait! Wait! Eddie (in character): The security guard is closing in on you, Steve. Steve: I can’t perform under pressure! But now… Now! (Steve suddenly lowers his voice to a sultry tone and locks eyes with Munson.)

Steve: Mmm… what do we have here? My, you’re so handsome… I’m so glad I put on my glasses earlier, or your smile would have blinded me. (Eddie turns red.)

Eddie: Roll for Persuasion. Charisma. (Steve rolls… and gets a 20.)

Party: AAAAHHHH!!! CRITICAL SUCCESS!!! Mike: Steve, we asked you to get information from the gnome girl, and instead, you seduced the guard! Will, baffled: You didn’t want to flirt with the girl, but you ended up seducing the guard… (Eddie, regretting ever convincing Steve to play, sighs heavily.)

Eddie (as the guard, now smitten): The security guard smiles at the paladin, gazing at him with newfound admiration. He reaches out, gently takes off Steve’s sunglasses, and whispers, “I have already burned under the sun of your beauty. Join me. We barely know each other, but I must ask… will you be with me, now and forever?”

Steve, completely forgetting the game: Yes. Eddie, also forgetting the game: …Yes? Steve: Yes.

This is not entirely my idea, but partly a retelling of a real game in D&D

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#ao3 fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #d&d #writing prompt #writer #ao3 #stranger things #eddie x steve

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thirteenheavens · 3 months ago

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How about sucking coups d till he cry 😈😈

No more|| Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Notes: hope you guys enjoy the first one of today hehe feels good to be writing

You kneel between Seungcheol's legs, looking up at him with a sultry smile. His eyes are dark with desire as he gazes down at you, his cock already hard and twitching.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. "Can't wait to feel those pretty lips around me." You take his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly before leaning in to lick the tip. Seungcheol's breath hitches at the contact, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"Tease," he groans, trying to push your head down. "Don't make me wait." You smile and give in to his request, taking him into your mouth all the way down to the base. Seungcheol moans loudly, his head falling back against the wall as you start to bob up and down on his length.

"Fuck, yes," he pants, watching you work with hooded eyes. "You suck cock so well, baby." You pick up the pace, using your tongue to swirl around his shaft while one hand massages his balls. Seungcheol's thighs tense under your touch, his hips bucking upwards instinctively. As you look up at Seungcheol, his eyes meet yours with an intense gaze. He's completely lost in pleasure, his face flushed and sweaty.

"I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "You're going to make me cum so hard." You hum around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure as you continue your relentless pace. Seungcheol's grip on your hair becomes almost painful as he nears his limit.

"Baby, I'm going to..." he manages to get out before he suddenly cums, shooting his load down your throat with a deep groan. You swallow every drop, milking his cock until he's completely spent. His body trembles with aftershocks as he slowly comes down from his high.

You don't stop, even as Seungcheol tries to pull you off. "Baby, I can't- I'm too sensitive," he whimpers, his body twitching from overstimulation. But you continue to suck on his oversensitive cock, determined to drain him dry. Seungcheol squirms and whimpers, torn between pleasure and pain.

"Please, please," he begs, his voice breaking. "It's too much, I can't take it." Tears form in his eyes as he struggles to handle the intense sensations. Despite his protests, his cock slowly starts to harden again under your skilled ministrations. Seungcheol's whimpers turn into moans once more as his cock responds to your continued attention. He's torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer, his body a mess of conflicting sensations.

"I can't believe...how good this feels," he gasps, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Even after cumming so hard..." You hum again, your tongue tracing the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. His cock is fully erect again, despite the intense orgasm he just had.

"Please, just...don't stop," he begs, surrendering completely to your touch. "I need to cum again." Seungcheol's face is flushed red, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.

"You're driving me crazy," he moans, watching you work his cock with a mix of awe and desperation. "So perfect...so good at making me feel good." His hips start to move again, bucking up into your mouth as he chases his second orgasm. The sounds he's making are sinful - a mix of whimpers, moans, and pleading.

Seungcheol's second orgasm builds quickly, his body tensing up as he gets closer to the edge. "I'm gonna... again," he manages to gasp out, his fingers digging into the sheets. This time, you take him even deeper, swallowing around his length as he cums down your throat once more. He screams your name as his body convulses, completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

His cum is weaker this time, almost nothing coming out as he's completely spent. He collapses against the bed, panting heavily and unable to form coherent words. You gently release his cock from your mouth and crawl up to lay beside him. Seungcheol pulls you into his arms, his body still trembling from the aftershocks.

"That was... I don't even have words," he whispers, his voice hoarse from all the moaning. "You're going to kill me one day." He nuzzles into your neck, holding you tightly as he tries to catch his breath. His cock is soft now, lying against his thigh completely drained.

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imhaechanshoe · 2 months ago

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Yeon Si-eun NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare

Always. He might not be super talkative, but he’ll pull you close, wipe you down carefully, and kiss your skin like he’s grounding himself. “You’re okay… I’m right here.” He needs the closeness as much as you do.

B = Body Part

On you? Your mouth. The way you moan, kiss, bite your lip—he could watch you fall apart for hours. On himself? His hands. They’re strong, veiny, a little rough—he knows exactly how to use them.

C = Cum

Controlled, intense, and always deep if you let him. He loves filling you up, watching it drip out later while his eyes darken. If he pulls out, he still makes it intimate—rubbing it into your skin with his fingers.

D = Dirty Talk

Low and calculated. He doesn’t speak a lot, but when he does? Filthy. Whispered into your neck with lips brushing your ear: “So tight around me… You like when I ruin you, don’t you?”

E = Experience

Limited, but sharp. He’s observant, picks up what you like fast, and makes sure you never forget it. He doesn’t need practice—he learns you, and that’s what makes him deadly in bed.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary, with your legs hooked over his shoulders or hips. He likes being close—watching you, kissing you mid-thrust, hearing every breath. But he also loves when you ride him and take control, just so he can grab your hips and flip you halfway through.

G = Goofy

Not really. He’s focused, intense, and passionate—but if you giggle or mess up something small, he just smirks faintly, then distracts you with a kiss that shuts you up instantly.

H = Hair

Neat and trimmed. On you? He doesn’t care. He’ll go down on you no matter what. His only concern is how fast he can make you fall apart.

I = Intimacy

So much it hurts. Sex isn’t casual for him—it’s emotional. When he’s inside you, it’s like he can finally breathe. He makes love like he’s scared to lose you. And when he whispers “I need you” under his breath? He means it.

J = Jack Off

Not often. He bottles everything up until it’s unbearable. But when he does, it’s with your name on his lips and a memory he can’t forget—fist clenched in the sheets, brows furrowed like he hates needing you this much.

K = Kinks

Praise, possessiveness, control, silent dominance, overstimulation. He loves making you beg without raising his voice. And if you cry out his name? That’s his breaking point.

L = Location

His bed, your room, or anywhere private. He needs the door locked and the world shut out. But if desperation hits—like a heated kiss in a stairwell or a silent moment after a fight? He’ll risk it.

M = Motivation

Soft touches. Vulnerable moments. The way you say his name like a secret. His desire isn’t just physical—it’s emotional, hungry, and sometimes overwhelming.

N = NO

No humiliation, no pain without care, no sharing. He’s possessive—he needs to feel like it’s just you and him. No games that make either of you feel unsafe.

O = Oral

Giving: Obsessed. He’ll take his time, lips and tongue working in perfect sync while he watches every reaction like it’s a puzzle he’s solving. Receiving: Silent, gripping the sheets, barely breathing—only your name slipping out in the end.

P = Pace

Usually slow, deep, and precise. But if he’s emotional or angry? Rough. Fast. Bruising. He gets lost in it, panting against your skin like he’s trying to bury himself inside you completely.

Q = Quickie

If it’s been building—yes. He’ll shove you into the nearest safe place, kiss you breathless, and finish with one hand over your mouth so you don’t get them both caught.

R = Risk

Calculated. He’ll push boundaries in private but always watches you. He knows where the line is and won’t cross it without your full trust.

S = Stamina

Insane. He can go multiple rounds, barely breaking a sweat—especially when he’s trying to prove something. Or when he’s stressed. Or when he missed you. He’ll keep going until your legs give out.

T = Toys

Minimal. But if you introduce them? He’ll learn. Fast. He’ll use them on you just to watch you come undone, fingers curled around your wrist while he whispers, “You wanted this, right?”

U = Unfair

He’s ruthless. He’ll edge you until tears form in your eyes, whispering in your ear, “Not yet.” He’s the type to kiss everywhere but where you need it—until you beg.

V = Volume

Low and quiet, but intense. He curses under his breath, breathes your name like a confession, and groans deep in his chest when he finishes. But your sounds? That’s what he wants to hear.

W = Wild Card

He secretly likes when you’re on top—watching you take control, moaning above him. But when he snaps? He flips you, pins your wrists, and shows you who you belong to.

X = X-Rated Size

About 7 inches, thick and curved just enough to hit deep. He knows exactly how to use it—slow thrusts that drive you crazy, then sudden sharp ones that make you scream. He doesn’t brag, but when he’s inside you? You know.

Y = Yearning

Constant. He’ll never admit it, but he craves you in quiet moments. He’ll stare at your lips during class, brush your hand and pretend it’s accidental, text you “are you home?” when he’s two minutes away.

Z = ZZZ (Sleep)

He doesn’t sleep easily unless you’re next to him. After sex, he’s quiet—breathing slow, fingers resting on your skin, forehead against your back or chest. With you? He finally feels safe.

#weak hero class 1 #weak hero class 2 #weak hero class 2 smut #weak hero x reader #weak hero class 1 smut #weak hero smut #weak hero class 1 x reader #whc2 #whc1 #park jihoon smut #park jihoon

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ruebossanova · 4 days ago

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can you do 63 and 85 with bsf billie ?? please and thank you ☺️🫶🏽

you started it - billie eilish

bsf!billie x fem!reader

63 — “look at me while you cum” 85 — "you can take it like a good girl, right?"

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you’re lying on billie’s bed, sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, the movie long forgotten.

her foot is nudging yours under the covers.

she keeps glancing at you.

you keep pretending not to notice.

she licks salt off her fingers, and you look away fast.

“you okay?” she asks, smiling.

“mhm.”

you are not okay.

she shifts closer.

“you’re weird tonight,” she says, voice softer now.

“no i’m not.”

she smirks. “you’re being shy.”

you roll your eyes, heart pounding.

“maybe you’re the one being weird.”

she hums, eyes dropping to your mouth. “maybe.”

a long beat.

too long.

you don’t look away.

neither does she.

“have you ever thought about it?” she asks suddenly.

your stomach flips.

“about what?”

“us.”

you blink.

“billie—”

“like. if we ever. you know.”

you try to play dumb. fail miserably.

“why are you asking me this?”

“because you’re looking at me like you’ve thought about it, too.”

you don’t respond.

she leans in slowly, fingers brushing your jaw.

“tell me to stop.”

you don’t.

so she kisses you.

and it’s soft. and slow.

but it doesn’t stay that way.

you end up straddling her lap, both of you flushed, breathless, fingers tangled in each other’s shirts.

her mouth finds your neck. her hands drag down your back, grip your ass like it’s hers.

“you sure about this?” she whispers.

you nod, grinding into her without meaning to.

she groans.

“fuck. you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”

you don’t remember who pulls whose shirt off first—but it’s fast.

you’re suddenly in just your panties, straddling her lap, bare chest against her hoodie.

her hands are everywhere—palming your ass, your thighs, dragging over your ribs and up to your breasts like she’s been waiting her whole life to touch you.

“fuck,” she whispers, mouth on your collarbone. “you’re so soft.”

you whimper when she drags her thumbs over your nipples, slow.

her head tilts back.

she grins.

“you like that?”

you nod.

she grabs your hips, grinding you down against her thigh. you gasp.

“that’s it,” she murmurs. “rub on me, baby.”

you move instinctively—grinding in little circles, soaked through your panties, breath catching.

“jesus,” she breathes, watching you move. “you’re fucking soaked.”

you moan, face burning.

her voice shifts—darker now.

“take those off.”

you hesitate.

“now,” she says.

you obey.

she flips you onto your back, lips finding your chest, your stomach, kissing lower, dragging her mouth over every inch like she’s memorizing it.

“legs up,” she says. “spread.”

you do—wide.

her hand trails between your thighs, fingers stroking once, slow.

you cry out.

“oh, you’re so ready for me,” she purrs. “think you can take it like a good girl?”

“yes,” you breathe.

she kisses you.

then slides two fingers inside.

her fingers slide in smooth—hot, slow, patient.

you gasp, body already arching.

“easy, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “you’re squeezing me so tight.”

she starts to move—lazy strokes, curling slightly on the pullback, just enough to make you whine.

you grab the sheets.

“you okay?” she whispers.

you nod quickly. “so good—feels so fucking good—”

she hums, clearly pleased.

her thumb brushes your clit.

your hips jerk.

“yeah,” she says. “that’s what i thought.”

she finds a rhythm—deep, perfect, steady—and it’s like your whole body forgets how to function.

your breath breaks. your legs start to tremble.

she leans over you, voice thick.

“look at me.”

you blink up at her—eyes heavy, tears pricking the corners.

“look at me while you cum.”

your stomach clenches.

“billie—”

“you’re almost there. don’t hide from me.”

her fingers move faster, thumb pressing harder now, and you break—hips jerking, moan caught in your throat, eyes locked on hers as your orgasm hits like a wave crashing down.

you cry out, voice raw, thighs squeezing around her wrist.

she doesn’t stop until you’re twitching and pulling away.

then she kisses you.

slow.

like she’s never going to stop.

you’re barely down from your high when her fingers start again—still inside, moving slower now, deeper, gentler.

but still there.

your whole body jolts.

“billie—wait—”

she kisses your jaw.

“no,” she whispers. “you can take it.”

her thumb circles your clit again—light, taunting.

you shiver.

“you can take it like a good girl, right?”

your breath catches.

“i—I’ll try—”

she smiles against your neck.

“that’s all i need.”

her fingers start working deeper, her pace steadying. it’s too much—but not in a way that makes you want it to stop. it’s more.

it’s too good.

you’re whining now—loud, squirming under her, thighs shaking again.

“that’s it,” she murmurs, licking up the side of your throat. “you’re so fucking sensitive.”

you grip her arm, fingers digging into her sleeve.

“i’m gonna—i can’t—”

“yes, you can.”

her thumb presses harder.

“come for me again. right now.”

you do.

you don’t even try to hold it back.

it rips out of you—wet, breathless, sharp.

you cry out her name, over and over, body twitching under her hand.

she slows only when you’re sobbing into her neck, too wrecked to speak.

“shhh,” she whispers, kissing your cheek. “i got you. you’re okay.”

you nod weakly, still shaking.

she holds you.

longer than she needs to.

and when you look up at her again, you see it.

it’s not just sex.

not anymore.

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tags; @bxllxebxtch @st0nerlesb0 @dousleepanymore @mxmsuki @billiescation @angellvk @bilswifee @ilomilobabyy

#wlw #billie eilish #ruebossanova #billie eilish smut #billie #billie fanfiction #billie x reader #billieeilish #billie eilish x reader #billie ellish lyrics #billie elish icons #bille eilish #bilie eilish #bil #billie elish moodboard #billie eyelash

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joonberriess · 1 year ago

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w e c a n ’ t b e f r i e n d s

⋆ TAGS — ANGST like rlly bad, toxic relationships, oc and jk dated since they were young, canon au but the boys don’t go to the military, arguing (lots), protected sex, cowgirl styleee, jk’s a little mean, dirty talk, jk’s slightly possessive(?), pussy eating under the sheets, slight face fucking and cum swallowing, bad ending oop, hinted cheating but not between oc and jk, does it count if they weren’t together ur honor, making out, jk’s a really bad bf, oc’s also quick to jump to conclusions sooo toxic combooo

⋆ WORD COUNT — 9.8 k

It’s the same thing (over and over) where you fight and break up, then kiss and make-up. The cycle’s everlasting and it feels like you’re just going in circles.

The littlest things were enough to set either one of you off. It could be that Jungkook looked at you some type of way, or that you used a tone he didn’t like. You fought over the dumbest things but somehow always ended up back together?

Childhood sweethearts, they called it. You started dating all the way back when you were just teens, Jungkook was a bit awkward around the edges but the sweetest boy ever. It was a miracle your relationship survived after he left to train and then you did too.

But as the years went on it seemed sometimes like the love was fading. It just wasn’t the same anymore (evident in your frequent fights). What felt like love once now felt stagnant, like you two just existed in each other’s world and co-existed together.

Yes he was your boyfriend, and you his girlfriend but that was all. Just y/n and Jungkook. It didn’t feel special anymore. When did the love start to die out?

You’ve been thinking about it for a while now in between your breaks from the relationship, and the very thought terrifies you.

“I thought you and Eunwoo were going out?” You softly asked, a bit surprised to see Jungkook still here in the living room.

“Change of plans.” Jungkook shrugs, “Something came up.” He’s curt and brief, doesn’t even look at you when he’s talking which annoys you a tiny bit but for your sake and his you don’t comment.

“Oh, that sucks,” you softly say and slip onto the couch opposite of him, “did he cancel on you or was it just not a good time?” You’re sitting on pins and needles watching him and his reactions closely.

“I dunno,” Jungkook sighs like he’s exasperated by the conversation, “he didn’t tell me.” You know he’s starting to get annoyed when he does that thing with his tongue inside his cheek.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You quietly ask. You’re worried Jungkook didn’t hear you at first but a couple of seconds later he’s nodding and holding out the remote to you.

It doesn’t feel right. It makes you feel like he’s generously giving you the light of day to entertain your “silly ideas”. You don’t like it.

You go about picking a movie, not even bothering with asking him what he wanted to watch. You doubt he’d even reply to you, maybe if you were lucky he’d just say “Pick whichever one.”

“I heard this one’s good.” A hum, “Came out—I think, last month..? Yeah.” Another hum, “Should I bring snacks?” Head shake.

You kinda get the memo and shut up after that, the ache you’re feeling still lingering in your heart. The credits roll in and the movie’s starting, you look out of the corner of your eye to get a look at Jungkook. He’s just sitting there quietly, eyes focused on the TV screen.

It feels normal—looks normal, but you know and feel that it’s really not.

After arguing with yourself in your head, you finally muster the courage to slip off the couch and into Jungkook’s side. You hide your face in his shoulder and lean against him comfortably. Jungkook doesn’t respond for two seconds before he’s casually slipping his hand over your knee.

It feels..good again. You, Jungkook, and his thumb that caresses your knee ever so gently like you’re made of glass. Maybe you really were worried about nothing. It was probably your head messing with you again and making you think things that weren’t true.

Are they though? I don’t know.

“Oh how prettyy,” you softly marvel at the white dress the actress on screen was wearing, “I wanna have one like that when we get married.”

Jungkook doesn’t utter a word and at first you’re like okay, it’s whatever he’s been doing this already anyways. You don’t really begin to think about it until you feel gentle caresses come to a stop. You turn to him to ask what’s wrong but you think you have your answer.

“What, you don’t wanna marry me?” You softly joke but you’re met with silence. He looks troubled, like he wants to say something but can’t get it out, “.. Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I was thinking.”

Your stomach does that weird thing again where it feels like it’s dropping. You can hear your own heartbeat ringing in your eardrums too, “About?” You whisper.

Jungkook finally meets your eyes with a pinched expression, “I don’t know if I’m sure about marriage yet, I don’t think I’m ready.” He quietly explains, “I don’t feel ready. I feel like there’s so much more I can still do before settling down.” With you…?

Your eyes almost water but you refuse to let them, “So..you don’t want to marry me?”

“What–no, I said I wasn’t ready,” Jungkook blinks rapidly, “I.. I didn’t say that.” He says once he recovers from the initial shock.

“Then what did you mean?” It comes out snappier than intended, “Because to me it feels like something else.”

Jungkook grows visibly irritated, “y/n you’re blowing shit out of proportion again, I didn’t even say anything about you specifically, why the hell are you twisting my words?”

“You make it sound like I’m being weird about this, you were the weird one when all I said was a tiny joke. You’re the one taking it some type of way.” You’re trembling with adrenaline.

“I was just telling you how I feel,” Jungkook stands up and paces back and forth, “why are you being like this? You always wanna say it’s me who starts arguing but look at you!”

Hot tears of anger well in your eyes, “Because it is always you! You give me weird ass attitudes when I’ve done nothing to you, I barely even talk to you!”

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, “I’m not doing this again with you. I just fucking can’t, I mean fuck, look at us! All we fucking do is fight, fight, fight and you expect me to wanna marry you? To be stuck with this? No thank you!”

You wipe your tears and stand up, “And there it is, at least I know how you really felt. Saved me my time too.” You glare as you pass by him in the direction of his room.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Where are you going? It’s late.” He calls out loudly, “y/n, answer me.”

“I’m going home Jungkook, it’s fine we’re done. We don’t have to keep doing this anymore.” You look back with dry tears, “I’m done too, I’m tired of pretending everything’s okay when it’s not.”

He doesn’t respond to that, he knows it’s true. “At least let me walk you out to the car.” He quietly murmurs.

“No.”

“y/n, don’t–”

“Leave me alone.” You whisper and storm out of his apartment, away from your home without your heart.

It takes three weeks for you to realize that he’s not coming back. He hasn’t texted or called and suddenly it feels real. You were in deep denial the entire time thinking maybe he’d come around and you could talk it out like you always do. He never showed.

You don’t like this, it hurts like a deep ache you can’t seem to get rid of. You find yourself choking up every time you think about him, you don’t want this. You never wanted this.

“Fuck, please,” you whisper shakily. A few rings go by and then you finally hear him.

“..y/n?”

“Jungkook, I need you.” You softly whisper into the phone, “Please..?” He goes silent on the other end and with each passing beat you’re more worried and anxious.

“Where are you?” He softly replies.

“Home.” You quietly croak, the relief filling you in an instant.

“Okay, stay right there I’m on my way. Please just—just sit tight okay?”

You nod like he’s right here in the room telling you face to face, you don’t even know why. He stays on the phone with you in comfortable silence, you hear when he leaves his apartment, when he starts his car and when he finally pulls into your parking garage.

“Is the door the same code as before?” Jungkook asks quietly.

“Yeah..”

“Okay, I’m here outside.” He hangs up the call briefly and then you hear the beeping noise of your front door unlocking.

The sight of Jungkook has your heart breaking into millions of pieces when you realize he’s not yours. Not anymore. You blink away the fresh tears welling up, he visibly softens and holds his arms out for you.

“Come here.” He softly murmurs. You don’t waste a second and cross the living room into his arms in an instant.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tightly and holds you against his chest. He shushes you softly and sways side to side while you softly cry into his chest. He whispers everything’s going to be okay but it’s not—not with him not by your side.

“Sit, I’m gonna go bring you some water.” Jungkook softly says as he leads you over to the couch.

You nod quietly and watch with red rimmed eyes as he walks off into your kitchen. There’s a million things running through your head right now but you were more concerned with Jungkook. You hated how distant he was, it felt alien-like and weird.

“Here,” Jungkook murmurs as he comes back with the glass of water, “I brought some tissues too.”

You quietly accept with a soft thanks as you wipe your nose and take a tentative sip of water. He watches you with pity in his eyes, and you don’t want him to look at you like that. It makes your skin crawl and leaves you frustrated because you didn’t want his pity.

You just wanted him.

“So what happened?” Jungkook quietly asks after a few minutes of letting you gather yourself.

“I miss you and it just hurts so bad the way things ended. I’ve been regretting it and it hurts–” You can’t even finish because you’re already tearing up again and Jungkook hushes you softly.

“I know,” he solemnly says, “I know it does. Trust me you’re not the only one feeling like shit about this, you think it’s easy for me to let someone I’ve loved walk away after years? It’s fucking hard.”

He sighs shakily, “But I know that if I truly did love you and wanted the best for you, I’d do this. I just can’t keep up anymore, all the arguing is just not good for us y/n and you know it.”

“I know, I know.” You say into your hands with a sniffle, “But I don’t feel like letting go.”

“Me neither,” Jungkook gently brings your hands into his and looks into your eyes, “but we can’t keep going like this. We tell ourselves it’ll be fine but it’s not, it never is.”

You stare silently into eachothers eyes until Jungkook finds his voice again, “Which is why I think we should just take a break for I don’t know how long but we need to work on ourselves. If you truly loved me like I do to you, you’ll let me go and work on myself. You’ll want me to get better.”

And it’s true. You’ve only ever looked out for his best interest and wanted nothing but good things for him. But is it so bad to want to be a little selfish?

“I know.”

“So you understand we have to actually put in the effort if we want this to work out in the future? We can’t half ass this and rush into things anymore, that’s not how I want it to be between us.” He whispers softly.

You look at Jungkook miserably, “Yeah, I get it..” You quietly say, “I just..just promise me you’ll still be here in the end.”

Jungkook cups your cheek gently and smiles which doesn’t look genuine, it's a more sad bittersweet smile. “I’ll be here.”

“Okay..”

“Okay.”

You’re not together but it doesn’t feel like you’re not together? You don’t know how to explain it but it’s weird.

Before it was obviously a shitshow with all the arguments and whatnot. Several things actually like Jungkook’s attitude and his weird bipolar moods, and then you with your misinterpretations and spiteful words. It’s different now.

It almost feels like you’re happier with him now than before when you two were actually together. It’s funny that it takes a break up for you two to start being civil and loving—more than before actually. You don’t act like exes, and you both know you don’t.

Exes don’t call each other every night to ask how their day went, neither do they sleep over or cook for each other. It’s one thing to call up your ex from time to time but everyday? Were there no boundaries because you two clearly needed to set some.

Your friends tell you they’re proud but you don’t feel so good knowing you’re still going back to him every night. Sometimes you fuck, sometimes you don’t, most days he’ll just want company or someone to come with him to shop for groceries. You do all these things telling yourself you’re just here for support, nothing wrong in that right?

There’s nothing wrong with being friends with your ex, right? That’s all it is, just friends.

“Hold on, I'll be back, I got a call.” You excuse yourself from the table and head into another room for more privacy. “Hello?”

“Hey, are you doing anything right now?” It’s Jungkook again and it makes your tummy flutter with butterflies at the sound of his voice.

“Uhh, not really? I’m just having some dinner with friends, why?”

“No reason I just wanted to see if you could come over and maybe we can watch a movie or somethin’. I also realized I might have ordered a little too much fried chicken, old habits die hard I guess.” He jokes softly.

You think it’s a little cute and you can’t help but say yes right away, “Let me finish up real quick and I’ll head over in a bit.” You’re smiling like an idiot right now.

“I can come get you..? Only if you want me to though.”

“That sounds good to me, text me when you get here then.” You softly say, “Bye.” It’s a little awkward not saying ‘love you’ but then you remember you’re not technically together and your entire mood is soured a little.

Shit, what are you going to tell the girls? Something came up and you have to go? No, they’ll ask and you’re a horrible liar. Plus you’re stressing out a little over how you’re going to leave undetected, what if Soyeon tries to walk you out to the car or something? You don’t drive but Soyeon has a habit of walking you out whenever you leave her house (god bless).

It’s moments like these that make you wish Soyeon wouldn’t offer, just for today.

“Hey what’s up?” Soyeon says when she sees you re-enter the room, “Everything good?”

“Yeah but I forgot I had a meeting coming up, it’s about a comeback coming up soon and they need me for creative directing or something. Point is I gotta go guys, sorry.” You don’t like lying to them like this but they’re gonna give you shit and right now you don’t want to hear it.

“Oh cool, okay then we’ll hang some other time then yeah?” Soyeon smiles as she begins pushing her seat back. Oh no.

“Stay here it’s fine, the car’s almost here anyways and it’s a bit chilly outsideeee so stayyy.” You whine while pushing her back into her seat, “Also Miyeon’s literally here, keep her company don’t be rude.”

Both girls look confused as Soyeon raises a brow in question, “Miyeon’s fine she sees me almost everyday. Just let me walk you out weirdo.”

“You’re not even wearing shorts Yeon, just sit this one out I’m good. I’ll text you when I get in the car and stuff okay?” Soyeon doesn’t look convinced but she nods anyways and agrees to let you go reluctantly, “Bye!” You wave and hurriedly make your way out after Jungkook texts you he’s here.

“Byeee.” Once you’re out the door you let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding in. Why was that girl so damn stubborn? You love her to death but now was NOT the time.

jk: outside

You hurried down the hall and to the elevator. Jungkook was waiting for you in the parking lot outside of his car, just leaned back against the hood of it with his hands in his pockets. “Are you cold?” He asks as soon as you come in front of him.

“A little bit,” you smile and sink into his warm and welcoming embrace, “you’re super warm though.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly and strokes your hair, “Here I’ll give you my sweater.” He shrugs it off and holds it out to slip you in it, “You look funny.” He laughs.

“Your face is funny.” You stick your tongue out meanly meanwhile he laughs, “Alright hurry up, I’m cold and hungry.” You pull away from him and head to your side of the car, happily sighing as the warm air from inside hits you.

“I thought you ate already.” Jungkook snorts in amusement as he slips into the car.

“Well I’m hungry again.” You grumble.

He doesn’t respond verbally at least, he shifts the car into drive with a tiny smile on his face. You find yourself leaning back into your seat with a soft smile of your own. Times like these you were able to just sit back and forget about everything and anything. The only thing that mattered right now was you and Jungkook.

That’s it.

The movie ended up becoming background noise over the soft sounds of Jungkook’s lips meeting your own over and over again. The food lays discarded on his coffee table, half-eaten with a couple of soju bottles littering around the boxes.

It feels good like this with Jungkook’s hand tangled in your hair and his other settled over your hip. You’re sitting halfway in his lap, the angle a bit awkward but doable nonetheless. You hear him release a low grunt in his throat, lips smacking wetly over your own as he tightens his fingers on your hip.

You thread your fingers through his hair, stroking over his head gently pretending to not notice how he leaned into your touch eagerly. You barely even notice when he impatiently drags you onto his lap and sits you firmly over his thighs, your own bracketing his hips and closing him in.

“Jungkook,” you quietly sigh while bearing down on him and grinding over the thick bulge in his joggers.

“Yeah..?” He replies through a quiet sigh as his half-lidded eyes watch down below between you two where your clothed cunt is pressed tight to his hard cock.

You can’t reply because you’re caught off guard by a bubbling moan in your throat. You find yourself gripping the collar of his shirt tightly between nimble fingers when he suddenly bucks his hips up sharply. The print of his dick presses tighter against your slick folds, the head messily bumping into your throbbing clit.

Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he tilts his head back and parts from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. He guides your hips with both hands as he rolls you over his cock and holds you down to keep you in place. It makes your breath hitch and a stuttered moan slip from your lips.

“Fuck..” You pant softly as your toes curl, “Need you so bad.” You whisper in between the short rough grinds.

He bites his lip harshly and reaches down to unbutton your jeans, you help him slide them off as he hooks his fingers under your panties and tugs them to the side. You feel his fingertips slide through your messy folds, circling over your swollen bud and pressing down with the pads of his fingers.

The slide’s pretty slippery, you barely feel his touch but the pleasure bubbles over and leaves you tingly and hot down there. Jungkook teases you by dipping his fingers low against your fluttering hole that greedily squeezes around nothing. “Don’t tease,” you mutter softly and lean forward to press kisses against his jawline.

“Fuck, wait.” He reaches over and blindly pats the sofa for something you can’t really be bothered to look at. A low hum leaves him when he finally finds what he was looking for: condom.

You watch him bite the foil open and reach down to shove his sweats off, the way his dick slaps against his stomach has you squirming in anticipation. He hisses low through his teeth as he strokes the tip slowly before rolling the condom on. You watch hungrily as his cock’s engulfed in the thin rubber, standing hard ‘n tall with a beady pearl of precum getting trapped within the condom.

“Good?” He mumbles once he positions his cock under you, the tip’s barely brushing over your hole before you’re whining at him for more.

“I’m good,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “now fuck me..please?” You say after a couple of seconds of silence.

Jungkook huffs out a breathless laugh and shakes his head, “You’re cute.” His amused tone dissolves into a low moan when you start pushing his cock in, inching yourself down until your perk ass meets his thighs with a low pap noise.

Fuck you forgot how full he makes you feel when you ride him, your poor little cunt’s all stuffed up with his fat cock. It doesn’t help that there’s a little sting from the stretch with the way your pussy hugs his cock tightly. Jungkook though looks blissed out, he bites his lip and watches through hooded eyes, he’s moving his hands to grip your hips tight.

“Feels so good,” you slur out and start bounding idly, not too fast or slow, “feel..full.” Your tone comes out lewd and borderline pornographic. Can he blame you? His dick always fucked you stupid, turned you into a little yapper too.

Jungkook grunts quietly, “Yeah? You’re gonna be a good girl and ride me like you mean it baby?” The words slip out of his filthy mouth like nothing, you almost forgot the nasty shit he used to tell you when he was plowing your brains out on a Tuesday night.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp softly as your eyes flutter shut when he hits that one spot you like, “so, so good Jungkookie,” you whine quietly while rocking your hips back and forth, your cunt greedily swallows him up through every push and tug.

Jungkook groans low and moves his hands to settle over your ass cheeks, he grips each cheek in his hand and squeezes, kneading the flesh under his palms. “Shit–like that,” he huffs softly as he guides your hips in smooth fluid grinds, “so fuckin’ good.” He groans again and tosses his head back.

You bite on your lower lip to supress your whimpers, your hips bounce lightly in his lap with a low fopping sound as Jungkook’s cock coaxes more slick out of your pussy. You’re dripping through the sides as a low squelch emits from your sopping cunt. Through the soft moans and grunts you there’s a skin on skin slapping sound your ass makes when they meet his thighs.

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, breathing picking up as your hands slide down to settle over his abdomen for purchase.

Jungkook’s lips part, eyesbrows pinching together in concentration as he watches you fuck yourself languidly on his cock. His body lightly rocks upwards from your eager bouncing, the slapping noises only get louder the more you grow desperate. He can’t help but land a hard smack on your cheek, watching in satisfaction as you mewl from both pain and pleasure.

“You like that baby?” He breathlessly asks, “Like being slapped around like a slut? Hm?”

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp shakily and throw your head back, “love it so much Jungkookie,” you mewl.

Jungkook moves one hand from your ass up to your head, fisting the back of your hair and forcing you to expose your neck for him. “How much?” He grunts low, “Whose cock makes you scream like this?”

You swear the ache in your skull from him yanking on your hair makes you even wetter. The throbbing in your pussy has you wildly grinding against him for more, you can’t even reply because of the uncontrollable moans you’re letting out right now.

“Answer me,” he hisses with another smack to your cheek.

“You do! Only you,” you softly sob as he stops you and holds you in place, “please ‘m so close, wanna cum.” You try to bounce, move, anything—but he’s not letting up as he holds you in place and leaves you squirming all over his cock.

“Cum.” Jungkook darkly murmurs as he begins fucking into you from below, his sharp thrusts send you flying into his chest as you cry out.

He drives his cock right up against your g-spot with each hit, the living room quickly fills with the sounds of his balls hitting your ass and the couch creaking from the weight. He doesn’t hold back on his moans either, he’s cussing and groaning under his breath as he uses your pussy to his liking. You on the other hand..

“Jungkook..!” You feel your pussy clamp down and you reach down to rub at your clit in fast circles, trembling and whining as your orgasm approaches fast.

He grips your cheeks tighter and spreads you open as he fucks his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your mouth falls open as the wind is knocked out of you, you’re coming fast and hard as stars explode behind your eyelids. You feel like a ragdoll in his hands as he fucks away into your oversensitive cunt.

“Shit—nearly there baby,” he whispers as his eyes flutter shut in pleasure, “oh fuck.” He grits his teeth and bucks up hard until his hips are stuttering in their pace and he’s groaning loud.

You wish he wasn’t wearing the condom as you feel every little throb and twitch inside. It makes you drool at the thought of his hot thick cum filling your ruined little pussy, it’d probably drip afterward too..

“Good?” He quietly asks as he tries to catch his breath.

You end up laying your head on his shoulder for a couple of seconds, enjoying the way he rubs your back gently in a comforting manner. “Yeah, ‘m okay.” You softly reply while clinging to him like a koala.

Jungkook hums, you don’t go home after that, or the day after.

“Damn when did it get so hot?” Taehyung complains under his breath, “Swear it feels like the weather was cooler yesterday, don’t tell me summer’s already coming.” He groans.

Jungkook hears Hoseok grunt in agreement, “Can you believe spring’s almost over though? We’re like a month away from summer starting.”

“What? No way.” Jungkook frowns, it can’t be, the last time he spoke with you was—

“You realize we’re in the last month of spring right?” Taehyung looks at him weirdly with a snort, “Have you been living under a rock or something?”

Hoseok joins in on the teasing but Jungkook doesn’t think it’s so funny anymore. Not when he realizes it’s been almost two whole months since you and him decided to take a break. He hasn’t really kept up with your life like that, the last time he spoke was when he asked if you were home and then he did go over and you guys ended up—

Holy shit.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok calls out, “your phone’s ringing.” By the looks on their faces they know who’s calling right now. Hoseok looks mildly disappointed and Taehyung just seems tired of it.

“Are you gonna answer it?” Taehyung asks tentatively.

Jungkook looks at your caller ID and then silences his ringer, “Nah, I’ll see what’s up later. Where do you guys wanna go next?” They look at him like he’s crazy and Jungkook sighs, “What?”

“We didn’t know you guys were still together, thought the breakup was for good.” Hoseok quietly admits.

Oh. Right, Jungkook’s been talking about how you’ve both been separated for a cool minute now. Of course they would naturally think that you’ve both finally realized you’re no good and left each other the fuck alone. He’ll never forget their proud faces when Jungkook admitted he walked away from it.

“Look, she’s a good person and all that but is it really worth it if all you do is fight and tear at each other? I mean it’s not like this is the first time.” Taehyung rambles slowly as Hoseok nods along to every word, “Don’t you think that maybe answering her would fuck up all the progress you’ve made so far?”

Will it? Jungkook likes to think that maybe he’s doing a good job but clearly not if Taehyung and Hoseok are calling him out on it. Of course they want the best for him too, they’ve been his hyungs since forever (but you were his forever too).

“Look I know it’s bad,” Jungkook sighs, “but I just can’t leave her like that either, it’s wrong. She’s been in my life since we were kids Tae, I’m not gonna just ditch her like that.”

“And nobody’s mad at you for it but Jungkook c’mon, you need to set some boundaries for your sake man. You can’t fall back into this nasty habit, not when you’re doing so good for yourself right now.” Jungkook knows Taehyung’s referring to his upcoming Golden album release.

“Listen, we’re not gonna police you because you’re a big boy and you can deal with your own shit but I’m just telling you right now it’s not a good idea whatever you’re doing with her right now. The sooner you begin to pull away, the easier it will be when you two finally decide on the future of your relationship.” Hoseok finishes quietly.

They’re right and Jungkook hates that they are. As unsettling as the truth is, that’s just what it is and Jungkook can’t change that.

You’re broken up but why does he still go over? Why does he cook for you two, watch movies in bed like a couple and then fuck you to sleep before the cycle repeats over and over? Did you ever break up to begin with?

“If you want this to work you need to let go.” Taehyung’s hand comes up to squeeze his shoulder, “Some things were not made to be forever, and unfortunately this is one of them.”

Jungkook looks up at the two men in front of him, they’ve each got reassuring smiles on their faces and for the first time he feels good about his decisions. He makes a mental note in the back of his head to speak with you later on, for now he’ll just enjoy this.

“I didn’t know you and Jungkook were still together.” Soyeon comments upon seeing a sweater she knew was too big to be yours and quite frankly wasn’t something you’d personally go out and buy yourself.

“Oh, that—we’re actually not.” You chuckle under your breath, “He left it here the other day–”

“The other day?” Yuqi frowns, “What do you mean? I thought you guys haven’t seen each other in two months?” You can tell they’re equally confused about the situation.

“We aren’t together-together, we’re just kinda hooking up here and there whenever we feel like it.” You shrug.

“Uh-huh, and he just leaves his clothes too?” Soyeon raises a brow, “y/n—babe, I love you but what the hell? I thought you and him were completely done already?” She says, Yuqi nodding along in agreement.

Now it’s your turn to look at them confused, “What? We’re just hooking up, it isn’t anything bad either I mean we’re doing better now than before.”

Soyeon sighs deeply and sits down, “Have you maybe thought about why things are better now? Because you’re not together y/n, you’re only doing ‘better’ now because you don’t have a label to the relationship because you’re both pretending shit’s okay.”

“This can’t be good either y/n, it’s not healthy it’s just gonna lead you both down the same path as before. You guys think that because you’re happy now, the issues aren’t gonna be there.” Yuqi shakes her head.

Of course you knew they were gonna start with this but your pride was too strong to admit that they were of course right about this. It’s something you’ve been intentionally ignoring, kind of like if you don’t think about it, it’s not true type of thing. Which in itself was a pretty bad mindset.

“But we’re gonna fix things.” You softly reply.

“Are you?” Soyeon looks like she doesn’t believe you, you don’t even believe yourself.

Yes, yes, yes—

“I don’t know.” You find yourself saying without thinking, that’s the truth right? Right..?

Yuqi sighs sympathetically and shakes her head, “It’s time to let go, it’s over y/n—for good. I know it’s hard love but you have to do it.”

“I’ll…talk to him later about it, can’t guarantee this but I’m going to try to break things off permanently.” You’re just tired of this back and forth with yourself wondering if Jungkook and you are truly going to be okay.

You know you both will be okay…just not together and that’s what hurts the most to think about. They don’t push the topic anymore, something you’re thankful for. The entire time you’re with the girls you’re stuck thinking about Jungkook.

you: come over

You spent at least ten minutes with your thumb hovering over the button before you actually pressed it. It shouldn’t be so fucking scary but you’re just extremely nervous right now. Your friend’s words ring in your head over and over again like a mantra and you feel like you’re going mad.

jk: rn?

you: yea, really want to see you

jk: me too.

read.

It’s the shit like this that makes you question everything. You hate how weak you are because Jungkook can sweet talk his way into your head and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. It’s not like he does it intentionally but still the power he holds over you, it’s stupid.

After the girls left you ended up cleaning the living room a bit, stopping in your tracks when you came across the sweater he left behind. You stare at it for a couple of seconds before slipping it on finding it much more comfy wearing his clothes. You hear the front door keypad beeping before it unlocks and Jungkook’s slipping in.

“Hey.” He greets quietly and shuts the door behind him.

You smile up at him and tug on the sweater paws, taking note of the sweaty state he was in, “You coming from the gym orrrr…?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughs, “I just got finished with working out when you texted me. Look at that,” he flexes his bicep to show you, “hot huh?” He grins.

“Ew no as if, go take a damn shower you probably stink.” You pretend to cover your nose and gag, giggling when he rolls his eyes at you.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He walks over to tug you into his arms, “This my hoodie?” He mumbles, “Looks good.”

You let him lay soft kisses over your pouty lips until you’re pushing him away with a low grumble, “Go shower now, I don’t wanna stink of sweat in your hoodie.” You snort.

Jungkook lays one last kiss over your forehead and walks in the direction of your room, “So mean and for what? It’s literally my hoodie who cares if it stinks? I’m gonna be taking it off anyways.” He smirks deviously.

You follow with a unamused look, one that leaves no room for anymore arguments. “I’ll wait for you out here,” you flop on the bed and turn on your TV, “go on, shoo.”

“Meanie.” Jungkook mumbles but makes his way into your bathroom nonetheless.

You catch up on some of your shows you were watching at the moment while waiting for Jungkook to come back out. You’ve long made yourself comfortable in bed, curled up under your soft comforter with the remote in hand. He doesn’t come out for at least fifteen minutes or so, you don’t really mind because it feels oddly domestic.

“You’re watching this too?” Jungkook breaks the silence in the room, “I’m on the last episode.”

You barely look at him as he walks over to the bed in nothing but his towel wrapped around his waist. “Yeah, I started this like a week ago I think.” You murmur distractedly as he flops in bed with you, “Don’t get my pillows wet,” you whine with no real bite to your tone.

“It’ll dry.” Jungkook snorts as he lays his head over your blanket covered lap. The two of you fall into silence afterwards with him loosely wrapping an arm around you.

Nothing happens after that, you lay together quietly while the episode runs in the background. Occasionally Jungkook turns to hide his face in your lap, you can’t help but slip your hand in his wet hair and gently comb over it, lightly scratching at his scalp.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I spoiled it?” He pipes up out of nowhere.

“Do it and I’m throwing you out towel and all.” You glare as he starts giggling in amusement, “I’m serious, do it and you’re out.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” He says as he lifts his head up, “But I’m a little bored,” he pouts and draws circles over your thigh, “I already watched these episodesss.”

“I dunno do something. Go order food or find some in my fridge, I don’t know.” You sigh.

Jungkook doesn’t reply and instead nuzzles into you, “I have something else I can do in mind..” He trails off and slips his hand under your comforter to stroke your thigh.

You don’t say anything, instead you part your thighs for him as a silent ‘go on’. He takes the bait easily and slips under the comforter with a devious grin, “Jungkook– ow, don’t bite me you ass. Why did you do that?”

Instead of answering you he just reaches under for the waistband of your shorts, peeling them off alongside your panties in one go. You can feel his hot breath hovering over your pussy, his tongue dips low between your soft folds as he licks a stripe up your cunt.

He circles his tongue around your clit, swiping from side to side and front/back. It’s enough to have your knees buckling weakly as you reach over the comfort to place your hand where his head would be as you sighed in pleasure.

“Like you better when your mouth’s full.” You find yourself mumbling.

Jungkook grunts in affirmation, he wraps his arms around your and tugs your hips closer to his face. He’s literally buried in your soft cunt, nose poking at your clit while he licks over your slick lips, sucking on your soft fold with a pleased hum.

You push up with a low moan and angle your hips down so that he’s licking over your swollen clit. “Shit, jus’ like that,” you tilt your head back and close your eyes enjoying the sensation of his tongue.

He lays one hand flat over your pelvis and holds you down while he sucks on your clit feverishly. It sends your back arching off the bed from the sudden spark of pleasure. “Fuck..!” You hiss out when he engulfs your tiny bud between his lips and sucks.

Jungkook doesn’t disappoint. He slurps and licks like no tomorrow while he prods his fingers against your pussy. You’re literally scrambling to get a grip on him, your pathetic little moans and whines spurring him on as he finally slides his fingers deep.

“More, gimme more please,” you mewl.

You hear him shuffling around down there so you naturally take a peek out of curiosity. The sight has your mouth dropping in awe when you come across him fisting his cock from under the sheets while he eats you out like you’re the best meal ever.

“Coming,” you gasp softly as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

Jungkook sucks harder with a hint of teeth, he curls his fingers at the same time and fucks them right up against the roof of your cunt. It has you crying out his name and pushing his head away as your pussy clenches tight and then suddenly you’re gushing all over him.

“Jesus,” he whispers and covers your cunt with his hot mouth, licking up the entire mess you made all over yourself.

“Come here.” You dryly whisper after noticing he didn’t cum.

He obeys without hesitation, he knows what you want so he climbs up and kneels beside you with his weeping cock over your lips. “You sure? I don’t mind.” He murmurs.

“I want to.” You softly reply and part your lips, “Don’t want you to be gentle with me.. I can take it.” You murmur as you engulf the head of his cock slowly.

Jungkook hisses quietly and guides your head until your nose is meeting his groin. You gag around him with the saliva quickly building up in your mouth. He doesn’t mind though because he absolutely loves it when you slobber all over him.

“Don’t you look pretty with a mouth full of cock?” He grins teasingly despite being minutes away from coming, like he wasn’t edging himself before when he was eating your cunt.

You moan unabashedly as tears spring in your eyes. He doesn’t waste anymore time after that and begins fucking into your mouth unapologetically. He doesn’t even start off slow, he’s desperate to cum and you get it. You’re salivating at the thought of his cock filling your throat and leaving you sore.

He grips the headboard above to stable himself as he slides himself in and out of your mouth. Jungkook moans under his breath as he bucks his hips rather harshly, just listening to the sound of your gags and saliva dripping.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mutters, “you take it so good for me.”

You know he’s getting close when he starts getting quieter and instead puts his attention on his pleasure. The only noise around is the sound of your gagging and his labored breathing. You feel his cock start twitching and throbbing until he’s shouting from the pleasure and coming down your throat.

“Shit—stop, stop, stop.” He sighs as he gently pulls you off his cock, “Fuck.” He says after catching his breath.

Cleanup is fairly quiet, he helps you change the sheets and get dressed into comfier clothes before you’re both climbing back into the bed and sitting side by side, body to body. It feels all too real and suddenly realization is hitting you hard.

The silence is comfortable between you two, the scene feels a little familiar (you, him, a movie and your head on his shoulder) but you don’t comment because it makes you feel a little uncomfortable. Like before, Jungkook caresses his hand over your thigh gently with a comforting grip after.

“Why did we ever fall out?” You quietly pipe up, “Like where did it all go downhill?”

He stops in his tracks, he doesn’t look mad or upset that you brought it up out of the blue. He looks..at ease. “I don’t know, but I think it has to do a lot with the fact that we slowly grew out of each other? Kinda like we just lost the love and it wasn’t the same anymore, and instead of trying to fix it we just acted like our problems weren’t there.”

Jungkook calmly continues after taking in your reaction, “I love you don’t get me wrong, you’ve given me the best years but I just think we finally grew apart. Think about it—the fights, the breakups and make ups? We got to a point where we just didn’t care anymore.”

“I know, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I want you forever.” You softly admit.

“No you don’t y/n,” he replies equally softly, “you don’t want us—this, forever.”

It’s like a punch to your gut, why is he saying this? Why is acting like he knows what you want? You know what you want, and you want him. Is he trying to call you a liar? A saner part inside of your head eerily tells you he’s right, you don’t want that. You want happiness.

“I do know what I want actually, why are you thinking otherwise? You’re making a decision for me without even asking me how I feel about this?” You frown and push yourself off his shoulder.

“y/n,” Jungkook pauses briefly before shaking his head, “trust me I know you don’t want this. It’s not hard and it doesn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to see we’re not made for eachother. I’m sorry I need to tell you like this but whatever the fuck we had is something I sure as hell don’t want.”

It literally crushes your spirit because you knew what was coming, you KNEW he was going to tell you the cold hard truth sooner or later. It’s all everyone's been warning you about and now you have no room to cry about it. You had nobody but yourself to blame for your heartbreak. Not Jungkook, not Soyeon, not Yuqi.

Just you.

“You know what Jungkook, fuck you.” You fiercely whisper and push yourself off of him, “No actually, fuck you. You don’t get to tell me what I want and don’t want–”

“Because I know what the fuck I want and it’s not you! As fucking sad as it is y/n I can’t do this shit anymore,” he stands up too and begins hazardously dressing himself in his clothes again, “I know what I’ve done is shitty and I hope you can forgive me for it but I’m not willing to stick around anymore. Not after this.”

You watch in silence as he picks his things up off the floor and storms out. Not one word is spoken throughout the entire ordeal. Jungkook gets his shit and leaves like nothing ever happened, like you didn’t tell him to fuck himself and he didn’t respond by saying he didn’t want you.

When he finally leaves with a loud slam, your resolve crumbles and soft sniffles begin to fill the too empty apartment. You look around the room with red-rimmed eyes, now what are you gonna do?

You fucked up, again.

Jungkook doesn’t talk to you—doesn’t even text—for a total of two weeks and counting. You tried distracting yourself with work and your upcoming comeback but it was hard to focus. Not when your mind keeps going back to him and what happened that night.

“You don’t look so good, you sure you’re okay?” Your manager says with a look of concern on her face, “I can wrap things up and we can get you home if that’s what you want.”

“Please,” you find yourself nodding, “I’ll um let you know later on how I’m doing and stuff, for now I just wanna be alone.”

They understand you’re not doing well emotionally as of lately so they don’t question it when you request to be left alone. They simply wrap it up and call for your driver to take you home. A few staff send you off with tiny gifts and comforting hugs but none are enough to take away from the misery you’re feeling right now.

You make a quick stop at the store on your way home, you’ve never felt more dead in your entire life than right now. Even buying groceries proves to be a hard task but you somehow push through it and buy what you need.

The entire time you're there you think about Jungkook, should you call him to clear things up? Apologize for the shitty things you’ve ever said and for how you’ve acted towards him over the slightest inconveniences?

‘The phone’s right there,’ a little voice inside your head whispers, ‘just open up and click on his name, he’s right there.’

Do it, do it, do it, they chant.

Before you even realize it you’re dialing his number, the phone pressed tight against your ear as you wait with a bated breath for him to pick up. Three rings go by until finally Jungkook picks up with a quiet ‘hello’. “Hey,” you quietly mumble, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, I was cooking about a minute ago. You?” He sounds distant, like he’s catching up with an acquaintance.

“Cool, and nothing either, I just went to the store and bought a few things I needed.” You play with a strand of loose hair, suddenly finding that much more interesting to look at.

“That’s good.” He murmurs and it goes quiet after that.

Neither of you know what to say right now, you don’t even know where to begin. What can you say? Hey I’m sorry I told you to fuck yourself? I’m sorry for my shitty ass attitude? I’m sorry for being a bad girlfriend? There’s so much to say but you can’t find the words for it.

“Jungkook,” you hesitantly say after finding the courage to speak, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, I know I fucked up over and over again but I want to let you know I’m sorry I treated you the way I did and for the things I said.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything and for a second he scares you thinking that he hung up or something. “I know, and I’m sorry too for the way I acted and shit. I know we haven’t been the best but for what it’s worth none of this was ever your fault. Things just didn’t end up working out.”

You hate that this feels like a permanent goodbye, it must have really been the last straw for him the last time you spoke. You find yourself tearing up and there’s a heavy lump sitting in your throat. You don’t know whether you want to cry, scream, or run off.

“It’s just hard when I miss you this much,” you quietly reply despite the wobble in your voice.

“I know,” you hear him take a deep breath and before he can reply you hear it.

There’s a low shuffling noise in the back, at first you think nothing of it until you realize it’s a feminine voice asking Jungkook if he wants her to help clean up the mess.

Your heart rapidly beats in your chest, the pounding in your ears so loud you swear you feel like you’re going to have a heart attack with how fast it’s going. “Didn’t know you moved on already.”

“It’s not like that–”

“Then what is it like Jungkook? Because to me it sounds exactly what I’m imagining right now—don’t try and treat me like I’m fucking stupid.” You wipe your tears of frustration while pacing back and forth.

“Okay fine, you want the truth: I met someone and I’m getting to know them, I’m thinkin’ maybe she can make me happy too. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?” He snaps back.

“When.” You coldly demand, the anger you feel right now is astronomical.

Jungkook holds his breath for a few seconds, “A month ago.”

Your entire world stops then and there. So while you and Jungkook were doing these lovey dovey things and still seeing each other, he was already talking to someone new. All this and for what? He found someone new while still using you as an escape from reality (for fun really), and to know he was doing this while having someone on the side waiting?

It makes you sick to your stomach.

“D-Don’t you ever come near me. We’re done, so fucking done. How could you fucking do that to me? You knew how I fucking felt about all this and you went and pulled this? I hate you, I hate you.” You can’t even speak, it physically pains you to talk.

Through your sobs you manage to shakily hang up and head for your bedroom. You toss a bunch of clothes on the bed and drag your heavy suitcase out of the closet. You don’t know where you’re going, but at this point you’ll go anywhere if it means you can get away from this place.

All that’s left is the sounds of your sobs and clothes shuffling as you stuff them into your suitcase messily. You feel so alone and empty wondering what everyone else in the world is doing right now. Surely not getting their heart stomped on like you, right?

As you're finishing up with your closet, you hear the front door beep and buzz. No, no, no, he is not doing this right now you think while storming out to the living room. He’s already coming in as you’re stepping out.

“y/n–”

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to leave me the fuck alone!” You throw a vase in his direction watching him yell out in shock as he barely manages to dodge it.

“Fucking hell—calm down! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“And why do you care? You didn’t before so what’s fucking different now!” You wipe your face and stomp to your bedroom with Jungkook hot on your tail.

He tries to grab your arm but you rip yourself away from him in fury which makes him get the memo instantly, “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay, I don’t want you to hurt yourself or do anything stupid.” He stops in his tracks when he sees the state your bedroom’s in.

“y/n..what are you doing?” He quietly asks, his doe eyes filled with surprise and a mix of fear.

You take a deep breath and hold it in for a couple of seconds, letting it out slowly when you feel calm enough to reply, “I’m leaving Jungkook, all this—I’m done. I had hopes that maybe we could solve things and make it work again but it looks like only one of us wanted this.” You smile sadly.

“I choose myself Jungkook, I did some petty shit and said dumb things and I’m sorry for it. Looking back on it, it was me who refused to move on. I was so hung up on making things work I just didn’t realize I was dragging you down and forcing you to be with me.”

Jungkook visibly deflates with hurt written all over his face, “I’m sorry too, I never meant to lead you on and if I did I’m so sorry for it y/n. You deserve someone who can make you happy, and I’m sorry that someone can’t be me.”

You stand across from each other in silence. Jungkook looks down at your luggage with his own sad smile, “Maybe..we could be friends?”

“No,” you softly reply and get back to packing, “we can’t be friends, but I’d like to pretend.”

“So this is goodbye then.” Jungkook’s got his own unshed tears ready to fall.

“Yeah, I guess so..”

He looks up at you and tearfully smiles, “Goodbye y/n.”

You match his smile with one of your own, “Bye, Jungkook.” Maybe in your next life you will both be happy. But not in this one.

For now, it’s only me and maybe that’s all I need.

One year later.

“It’s only gonna be for two weeks, you big baby. You’re acting like I won’t get on a plane and go see you.” You laugh softly and shake your head, “Besides, I thought you were taking me to the beach in LA?”

“I am! But I wanted you there with me,” Mingi looks at you with pursed lips, “wanted you to see me on stage.”

You can’t help but coo and squeeze his cheek, “You’re so cute, don’t worry I’ll make sure I don’t miss it.” He smiles happily and you can’t help but lean in for a smooch on the cheek.

“Oh wait, I saw a guy selling ice cream back there. Wait for me right here, I’ll be back.” Mingi heads back to all the food stalls leaving you there in front of this cafe.

You hum under your breath and check on your messages, replying to friends who slid up on your story asking if you were finally back. It felt good to be home after all that went down before, you really needed the break.

“Hold on, I got it, let me carry it for you.” You hear a familiar voice say which instantly has you turning around to look.

It’s Jungkook and he still looks the same as before minus the hair he’s cut short now and has it in an undercut. You feel weird seeing him again after all this time. Weird in a good way? You don’t know, but it isn’t bad either. You kinda don’t feel anything.

You curiously look over at his girlfriend(?), stopping in your tracks when you notice a pretty ring on her finger. It suits her. You look back up and come face to face with Jungkook who stands there in shock too.

There’s a million things you can say or do right now, but you don’t. In fact you’re happy for him.

“Did I take long?” Mingi suddenly pops up behind you holding two ice cream cones, “I got your favorite.” He grins foolishly.

You break away from Jungkook and look at Mingi, “Thanks, how sweet of you.” You grin and lean in to kiss his cheek again, “Ready to go? I’m kinda tired of being outside.” You complain softly.

Mingi lets you take the cones from his hands and instead wraps his arm around your waist leading you through the crowd of people. Your heart races as you two get closer to Jungkook and his fiancé. Just for a second you meet his eyes, and then you smile before turning your attention back to Mingi.

Jungkook smiles back and just like that, you move on with your lives.

My love, I won’t wait for your love.

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