#~°♡ lay your body on mine | desires

[daenysx]

hiiii I’m not sure if you take nsfw requests but I was thinking about if modern aemond’s gf was too stressed that it was taking longer for her to finish and she fakes her climax, how aemond would react? If you don’t do nsfw just maybe something similar where she is so stressed but won’t communicate it and his reaction when she hides it from him?

soft!aemond is back!! i mean kind of lol. i really hope you like this, i'm taking nsfw requests if you have any, thank you for requesting! <333 (title is from a lana del rey song, the pics aren't mine i got them from pinterest)

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modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, smut ♡ (also fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst?)

burning desire

aemond is in a good mood this evening.

the summer rain hits the window, you kiss your boyfriend to the sound of rain. aemond's body is a nice weight against your body. he kisses you calmly, long fingers rub the soft skin of your waist.

your head is full of things these days. you try to stop overthinking, you're unable to sleep at nights, mindlessly scrolling your phone for hours just because you can't solve any problems. there's not much to solve, not really, you only have to wait to settle down with everything that keeps your mind busy. it's not so easy, though, you're impatient, sometimes eager to doubt yourself and every little decision you made. the stress weighs down on you. you focus on aemond's lips instead.

he's been out of town for the past week. now, he's on your bed with you laying under him. he doesn't say how much he missed you but the kisses are the proof of it. he makes little sounds, doesn't stop until you are desperate for breathing. he looks at you through a hazy eye, his pretty lips swollen and pinkish.

"i missed you." you mumble. "it's hard to deal with things without you."

aemond looks at you with an unreadable expression. you think he likes what you say, he enjoys how much you want him with you. he smiles slyly, fucking attractive, he's gonna test all your patience.

he holds the back of your neck without saying anything, fingers curled in your hair to pull your head back. your entire neck is exposed, you moan when he presses his lips on your pulse point. he gives you a big kiss, the kind of kiss you could lose your mind over. he doesn't leave a mark but it's still nice. his lips draw a line on your collarbone.

"i missed you, too." he says, quietly. "pretty girl."

his fingers play with the waistband of your shorts. the sound of thunderstorm is louder when you're both quiet. aemond pushes your tank top to your breasts, he kisses your belly. you push yourself against his mouth, feeling him loving on you is so nice. he plays with you until you arch your back, you look at him with widened eyes.

"please." you say. he kisses your hipbone.

"gotta tell me what you want." he says. "you know you won't get it otherwise."

his devilish smirk makes your thighs clench. you take a deep breath, your mind feels like it's full of empty bubbles. his touch is cool against your bare skin, he rubs the back of your thighs with his huge hands.

"i'm waiting." he says, gets on his knees on bed. "tell me."

you lift your hips to show what you want. "can you take it off?" you ask. you take your tank top off without asking him. his eye shines when he sees your bare chest.

"of course." he tells you, his fingers move on your shorts. "such a nice girl."

you get more and more impatient with each second. aemond takes off his shirt, your hands touch all the way on his chest to his happy trail. his hipbones are sharp against the fabric of his pants, your breathing quickens to the image of his defined muscles. you can see the outline of his half hard cock, aemond tilts his head back and groans when you touch him through his pants.

"wait." he says. "i'm not gonna last if you keep touching me like that."

you just squeeze him gently one last time. "you didn't even take your clothes off." you say cheekily. "i wanna touch you without them." you whisper.

aemond smiles. it's a perfect smile, his lips curved because of your obvious desire. he sees how hard your nipples get with chilly air of the room, your panties getting wetter as you touch him, your eyes have the look of want and something different in them. he is quick to get rid of his clothes as you wish. you don't move until he gets back on top of you, only the thin fabric of your panties separates you from his cock.

he kisses you for a good minute. you cup his cheeks, happy to hide from the world with his long hair falling around your face. he presses himself to your center, it feels different than it used to. you don't know the reason, maybe you missed him too much, maybe your body tries to remember how his touch affects you. he's more patient than you, even though it's clear how much he needs to release.

"aemond." you mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist at the same time.

"hmm?" he sucks your jawline softly. he's so pretty, you think you'll lose your mind.

"i feel like-" you start, unable to finish any thought. your mind is too full these days. "can you please do something?"

you press yourself harder against him with the last piece of strength you could find. aemond pushes your panties aside. your cunt glints with the wetness but he still wants to prepare you. "it's okay." he reassures you. your eyes are closed, like you're trying to focus. "you just gotta be patient for me, okay?"

you nod. aemond thinks you might be the sweetest thing in his world. he pushes a finger inside you gently with his thumb on your clit. you moan silently, your body needs to relieve the tension, it keeps you awake every night. aemond moves his finger slowly, getting as many sounds from you as he can to guide himself. you part your legs for him, he settles down.

you feel like you're lost in the feelings he gives you. it's weird for a second then it's not. he pushes a second finger in, the stretch is tight but he likes it very much when you clench around him. "aemond, hmm-" you make incoherent sounds. you hold his face to kiss him as his fingers work inside you.

"do you feel good?" he asks. "is it good, baby?"

fuck, you love it so much when he calls you baby. you nod, saying yes three times. his touch is fire, you don't escape. he is hard against your leg, so hard, so bold. you moan again, your brain goes through a haze.

aemond keeps fingering you, his thumb rubs your clit with circles. the touch is nice to feel, you tilt your head back when it gets unbearable. he smiles wickedly as you keep saying his name. you look like you're lost in him.

"are you gonna come for me?" he asks with slow words against your ear. you think you will. "gonna be my nice girl and come around my fingers?"

his words feel wonderful and for a second you really believe you'll come against his hand. you try to open your eyes, aemond keeps moving his fingers quicker. you think you need to push yourself against him to make your body relax. it'll work. it always does.

but then it doesn't. your body doesn't relax, it's still too tense, too tight. you make a sound as if you're coming, aemond's eye is closed. you don't know why it happens, you feel like somethin's wrong. it's never happened before. your voice is too real to him, for a second he actually believes you orgasmed. you don't say anything.

it feels like you'll disappoint him if you say it was fake. you didn't do it on purpose and your body surprised even you, you faked an orgasm for the first time with aemond. you feel upset for a moment, his fingers get still inside you. you put your poor body on bed, quit arching your back. your mind places walls between you and your pleasure.

your boyfriend opens his eye to your tired face. he pulls his fingers, giving you a smile. he's still undeniably hard but he doesn't move, waiting for you to say something.

"what-" he begins, you reach for his hand. "are you okay?"

you think he'll be upset to find out you faked your pleasure. he definitely would understand if you tell him but you still feel tired. you feel hungry for his touch, hungry for a piece of relief. you don't know how to control your mind, how to ease off your worries and all the stress you've been carrying.

"i'm okay." you say. you squeeze his fingers.

"i don't believe it." he says, sitting on bed. "you don't look okay, did i- did i hurt you?"

you shake your head quickly. "no, of course not. i would tell you, you know it."

"then what?" he asks. he pushes his hair back. "you never look like this after you come, i'm sure of it. you should tell me if something's wrong."

you force yourself to sit next to him. your hand is still holding his. "nothing's wrong." you begin, trying to find words. "it's just-"

aemond holds your cheek in his hand. "tell me." he demands softly.

"i was sure, i was gonna finish." you say. it's the truth. "but i couldn't, not really. i mean it felt good but-"

"you didn't finish." he completes. "but you sounded like-"

"i didn't mean to fake it, i promise." you say. "i thought it would be okay, like it always is but- it didn't, but i'd never fake it with you."

aemond's face is strange, like he's embarrassed. he's thinking. is it his fault? did he fail to take care of you? did you need to fake it to finish early? he likes giving you pleasure, he likes giving what you ask of him. he knows you trust him enough to let him take care of you, and he likes it so much when you take care of him. the bond between you two is something precious, it upsets him to see you unsure and sad about it.

"i should've prepared you better." he says. "maybe you weren't ready. i was fast."

"no." you say, kissing his cheek to get closer. "it's probably because i'm too much in my head these days. it's nothing to do with you, baby, you know stress can have these kind of effects."

"what's bothering you?" aemond asks gently. "why are you so stressed?"

"i don't know." you answer honestly. "i really don't. it's too many things about the school and other stuff, and you weren't here. it's easy to get lost in problems when you're not around."

he pulls you to his lap. rain hits harder on windows. "you know- you know you can tell me anything. i'd never force you to have sex with me if you're not in the mood. if i'd known-"

"no!" you stop him. it's far from what happened and this time he gets in his head. "i wanted it so much. i still want it, aemond, i promise. i need you, i need to relax. i just don't know how to do it- how to get out of my head."

"do you still want it?" he asks, just to be sure. "do you want me to make you come?"

you nod, taking a breath to relax the tension on your shoulders. "please."

"i can talk you through it." he says, putting your body on bed under him. "if you can only focus on my voice and nothing else, i can help you relax."

"but what if i-"

"it's okay if you can't finish." he interrupts you. "don't go hard on yourself. you just gotta tell me when it does and doesn't feel good."

"okay." you say, desperate to feel his hands all over you again. it feels good to ask for his help.

"good." he says, with a deep voice. "i'll make you feel better." he promises.

your head goes back to let him kiss your neck, he kisses the same spots as he did minutes ago. you hold his hand, it doesn't take too much for him to get hard again. it's been a week since you last had sex. aemond doesn't like touching himself without you ever since you first made him come. it's addicting to feel your softness against his cock, he feels poorly when he tries to do it himself.

"i need it." you say, numbly. "please."

he holds your waist, kissing the top of your cunt softly. "trust me." he says. "don't worry."

he kisses your swollen clit. it aches with want, you want to have him so much, it hurts your head. he sucks to relieve a bit of tension. "yes." you whisper. "more, please."

he sucks for a nice minute. you part your legs, your wetness mixes with his spit. he's never been ashamed with his intentions but he feels bolder this time. pressing his cock to soft bed under him, he grunts against your cunt.

"i can't take it." you cry. "you need to do something, i feel like i'm losing my mind."

he kisses your belly. "sweetheart." he speaks softer than he ever does. "you're not losing your mind. you just need to be patient with yourself."

you feel a teardrop roll on your cheek out of pleasure. "okay." you say, pulling him back on his spot between your legs.

when he's sure you're wet enough, aemond strokes his cock. the tip of it is dark pink, so sensitive, so needy. he knows he'll feel good when he gets inside of you, he rubs himself nicely before placing himself properly against your hole.

"are you okay?" he asks against your ear. you nod, he relaxes. his back arching towards you gracefully, his cock finally getting what it wants as he pushes himself inside slowly.

you moan, tilting your head back. it's so sweet, you sound wet when he pushes a bit more. he moves his hips carefully, grunts softly when he can breathe against your chest.

"you feel so good, you know that?" he asks, almost begging. "i missed having you like this, all mine, all needy for me."

"i missed you, too." you cry out. the pleasure is blinding when he presses his fingers on your wet clit. "i missed you so much." you hug him, it's more intimate than it ever has been. rain sounds cover your little whispers, you kiss the skin beneath his ear.

"never gonna leave you again." he promises. he keeps moving, pushing himself fully inside. "never gonna leave you lost in your pretty head."

"please." you say. "please, baby, help."

you're too sweet on him, calling him baby when he's desperate to get you come. he feels himself getting closer to his peak but that's not his priority right now.

he hits your g-spot for the first time that evening and you moan loudly. he smiles, kissing your forehead. "relax." he says. "i got you."

"right there." you mumble. "so- so good."

he moves gracefully, hitting the same spot over and over again, his stamina helps him delaying his own climax. you're all spread out under him, he sucks one of your nipples when your chest gets heavy with deep breaths. he holds your hands on top of your head, fucking into you sweetly with hard motions.

"i can feel it." he says. "you're so close, right? so pretty, you should see yourself."

"close." you murmur. "i need it."

he keeps fucking you until you finally snap. your mind goes blank, it's all him. his scent overwhelmes you, surrounds you and there's nothing else. aemond targaryen is everywhere, he doesn't stop until the tightness disappears. arching your back for the last time, your wetness stains the sheets.

aemond can't keep himself any longer. "come for me." you beg. "please, come for me, i need to feel you."

who's he to deny your wishes? he comes hard, grunting, moaning your name. your thighs, your cunt, the sheets, all covered in white cum. he lets out a breath, shaken up by your cunt. "fuck." he whispers, putting his head on your chest. he's spent.

it takes a few minutes for you to get back to yourself. your fingers in his hair, his hands around you, his head on your chest. you stay like this until your mind feels like you again. you are exhausted, finally feel like you'll get a good night sleep.

"that felt pretty real to me." aemond teases when he lifts his head to see you.

"it was." you smile. "it felt so good."

aemond leaves the bed to get a clean towel from the bathroom. he comes back, cleans you up as good as he can. "help me, sweetheart." he says. "can you lift your hips?"

you do as he says, he leaves again. you feel good, your muscles spent for him, your head in that hazy space. you have a lovesick smile on your face when aemond comes back, wearing a clean pair of boxers.

"you'll get cold." he says, helping you wear one of his shirts and clean panties. "it's still raining."

"it's nice." you whisper. "can we sleep now?"

aemond kisses the side of your head. "yes. after you drink this."

he hands you a glass of water, you take three sips. aemond joins you under the covers, you wrap yourself around him instantly. he rubs your shoulder softly, you kiss his neck before burying yourself against him.

"thank you." you whisper. "for taking care of me."

"you think i could leave my girl alone when she needs me?" he says with a low voice. "i'm glad you never need to fake anything with me."

"i trust you." you say, finally falling asleep on him. three words aemond has barely heard before he met you. he thinks it's a nice weight to carry someone's trust. especially yours. you trust him with your body, with your mind. he kisses your head. your hand twitch against his waist in your sleep. he holds your hand through the night.

♡

[buccini555]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐

♡ What would it be like to have a secret relationship with one of the city's most dangerous gangsters? (NSFW Imagine at the end)

♡ Headcanons and Imagines .ᐟ .ᐟ

♡ 𝑭𝒕. Sanzu Haruchiyo

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 . 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 ♡ . 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 . 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 . 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 . 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 . 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

tw: stalker mention, toxic relationship, obsession, submission mention, mention of substance use (pills)

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗼: He had been indirectly chasing you for a while like a true stalker, after the first time he saw you, Haruchiyo was never able to get you out of his head, ending up remaining obsessed with you and your attractive appearance, even so, he was not confident enough to come to you and show such an unhealthy feeling, yet, after a while, you ended up getting involved in an intense, euphoric and often toxic way.

Sanzu is extremely romantic, you have no shortage of flowers and gifts, he is the conquering type and would die for you, being totally submissive in secret, Haruchiyo likes to do your bidding, his way of showing love is usually with acts of service, sometimes he also ends up being needy and demanding a lot of your time and attention, Sanzu is affectionate and kind, he doesn't like to see you sad and despite being involved with serious matters, he maintains a loving behavior when he is with you, rarely showing signs aggressive or something like that.

You usually meet in hotels or at Haruchiyo's own house, these meetings happen every day after Bonten meetings and are usually very discreet, Sanzu prefers to keep you a secret for your safety, despite this fact, he doesn't mind showing up in public by your side, taking you to meetings outside of private places, he also sees no problem in admitting your relationship to people close to you.

Your relationship often ends up becoming troubled, Haruchiyo is jealous and possessive, he often ends up not knowing how to control these feelings and you end up fighting, but these are just some of Sanzu's "red flags", as previously mentioned, he is a stalker, in addition to often invading your privacy to stay aware of everything that is going on in your life, he keeps a collection of photos of you in every possible situation. Another fact that ends up making your relationship turbulent is the use of substances by Haruchiyo.

"... Baby? Are you awake?" It was already exactly 3 am and Haruchiyo arrived home seeing that you ended up sleeping on the couch while waiting for him, checking that you weren't awake, he held you on your lap with the intention of taking you to bed.

"Mm... Haru?" You felt Sanzu's touch, ending up slowly waking up in his arms. "I'll put you in our bed, it's okay?" He said and then placed you under the sheets.

"I'm awake now, Haru." Still dazed and yawning, you exclaimed as soon as Haruchiyo placed you on the bed. "It's late, sorry for waking you up, my princess."

Unbuttoning the buttons on his social shirt, he turned to you looking you up and down while you were still actually waking up. "Hmm? Am I going to have to make you sleep again?" He finished taking off his shirt and lay down next to you, pulling you closer and ending up sealing your lips with a brief, intense kiss. "Hmrm..." You responded to his advance by nodding your head while he kissed you, making your entire body awaken at the same moment due to the desire to have him.

His hands slid down her body as that kiss continued with even more intensity, lifting the thin fabric of your Sanrio nightwear, he held her tightly around your waist, placing your body against his, then the kisses became more intense he reached your neck and chest while one of Haruchiyo's hands went down to your intimacy, making you let out a small moan.

"You belong to me, you're mine, right?" He stated in a few words as he put his hand down your shorts, realizing how wet your pussy was, his movements were slow and exactly precise, Sanzu knew exactly what he was doing as he muffled your moans with another kiss. "... I know my fingers won't be enough to satisfy you." With a smirk, he said. "I-I need you, r-right now." Panting, you responded, looking him up and down, realizing how excited he was for you at that moment. "Beg, beg for me honey." Haruchiyo held you steady and placed you on your back, raising your hips to his level. "P-please, Sanzu, I need you." Pressing your intimacy even more on his member, you did your bidding.

At that point, he no longer wanted to waste any more time, so he put his underwear aside. At first, the thrusts were slower, then they ended up becoming faster and more intense while he held her hair and marked her body with a few slaps. "C'mon babygirl, cum for me right now." He says while fucking you intensely.

"You want more, don't you, little slut?" He questioned, increasing his rhythm, keeping you closer and closer to your peak. "M-more... Please, please. Mmm...mm" He continued with even more force, making your legs shake and your moans become uncontrollable, Haruchiyo wasn't too far from his peak, so he just decided go even faster. "Y-yes...y-yes, fuck!" Testing all the limits of your body as you dissolved in pleasure in front of the his eyes. "F-fuck, you're such a fuking slut." Pulling your hair and making you look at his face, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that hot and viscous liquid down your back, getting up immediately to clean up all the mess he had made, after that, he got up, he just lay down next to you and pulled you to sleep on top of him.

[shitsndgiggs]

Kenan and YN are on a holiday getaway with his family in Turkey. Kenan is in the mood for some passion and YN is too, but she is shy and nervous because she doesn't want to be overheard by her in-laws. Kenan, however, convinces oc that she shouldn't care because they're doing what every normal, married couple does. The next morning, Kenan aunties give her something healthy and hold her stomach, telling her that it's good for a baby especially after the night before. YN is embarassed to the core knowing that they were heard, seething at Kenan while Kenan is upset laughing in stitches. It would be great if you could include the smut part of the night before.

A/N: WARNING SMUT!!

FAMILY NEXT DOOR - KENAN YILDIZ

A passionate night with Kenan - where his family heard everything

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The sun had set over the picturesque Turkish coastline, casting a golden glow over the sprawling holiday villa.

Kenan and I were on a much-needed getaway with his family, and despite the serene surroundings, I couldn't shake off my nervousness.

We had been married for a little over a year, and while our relationship was filled with love and passion, the thought of indulging in those intimate moments with his family just a few rooms away was enough to make me blush furiously.

That evening, as we were waling to our room, Kenan pulled me closer, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm. “You know,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, “we haven’t had much time for ourselves lately.”

I turned to face him, my heart fluttering. “Kenan, your family is right next door to us. What if they hear us?”

He chuckled softly, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. “So what? We’re married. We’re just doing what every normal married couple does.”

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. “But it’s your family…”

He tilted my chin up, his eyes locking with mine. “Trust me, aşkım. They won’t mind. They know we’re in love. And besides, I want you. Right now.”

I bit my lip, knowing he was right, but still feeling a flutter of anxiety in my stomach. Kenan sensed my hesitation and pulled me close, his breath hot against my ear. "I want you, and I'm going to take you now. All you need to do is lay back and enjoy."

My worries began to melt away as Kenan kissed me deeply, his tongue teasing mine. I moaned softly, feeling my body respond to his touch.

He knew exactly how to turn me on, and soon, my nervousness was replaced by pure, unadulterated desire.

Kenan led me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The sound echoed through the room, reminding me of how close we were to his family.

But as Kenan pushed me gently onto the bed, I forgot all about my worries. He stood there, admiring my body, clad only in a thin summer dress.

I felt exposed under his gaze, but it only added to the excitement.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, running a finger along the straps of my dress. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, he joined me on the bed, gently pushing me onto my back. I felt the material of my dress slide up my thighs, baring my skin to his hungry eyes.

Kenan leaned down, his lips ghosting over mine, before trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he wasted no time in taking advantage.

His kisses became more demanding as he explored my body with his hands and mouth. I squirmed underneath him, feeling his lips and tongue on my sensitive skin.

Kenan's hands roamed freely, squeezing my breasts and pulling at my nipples, causing me to gasp and moan. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, and I knew Kenan could sense it too.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear. "You like it when I play with your tits."

I could only nod, too caught up in the pleasure to form words. Kenan smirked, satisfied with my response, and continued his assault on my body.

His kisses became hungrier, his touches more desperate. He slid his hand under my dress, his fingers finding my soaking wet pussy. I cried out as he gently rubbed my clit, my hips bucking off the bed.

"Shh, baby," Kenan soothed, his fingers never stopping their delicious torture. "Let me make you feel good. I know you want it."

I did want it, more than anything. I wanted Kenan to take me to the edge and push me over. I wanted to cum for him, to scream his name. And that's exactly what he intended to do.

With slow, deliberate movements, Kenan slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that magic spot.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He added a third finger, stretching me, and began to thrust slowly. I met his movements, my hips moving in perfect sync with his.

"That's it, take it all," he urged, his free hand gripping my thigh. "You're so tight, baby. So fucking tight around my fingers."

His dirty talk only served to turn me on more, and I felt my orgasm building quickly. Kenan must have sensed it too because he curled his fingers harder, hitting my G-spot with precision. I cried out, my body shaking as the pleasure washed over me.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded. "Let me feel you squeeze my fingers."

I did as he asked, my pussy clenching around his digits as I rode out my orgasm. Kenan kept thrusting through it, drawing out my pleasure.

I whimpered, my body still trembling, as he showed no signs of stopping.

"Kenan, please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me. I need your cock."

At that, Kenan withdrew his fingers, making me whine at the loss. But my whine turned into a moan as he quickly stripped off his clothes, releasing his hard dick.

It sprang free, thick and veined, and I licked my lips at the sight.

Kenan positioned himself between my legs, grabbing his cock and rubbing the head up and down my soaking wet slit. I whimpered, wanting him inside me desperately.

With one smooth thrust, he granted my wish, burying himself balls-deep in my pussy.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

I couldn't speak, the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, was too much. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he began to move.

He set a steady, relentless pace, his hips snapping as he fucked me deep and hard.

I met his thrusts, my legs wrapping around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper.

"That's it, baby, take it all," Kenan grunted, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up. "Wrap your legs around me tighter."

I did as he asked, locking my ankles together behind his back. The change in position allowed him to go even deeper, and I cried out, my nails breaking the skin on his back.

"Fuck, Y/N," Kenan groaned. "You're so tight like this. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna fill that tight pussy up."

Hearing his words, I felt my own orgasm building again. I could feel Kenan's cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was close.

I wanted to cum with him, our bodies exploding together in a fiery display of passion.

"Cum for me, baby," I begged. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

That was all the encouragement Kenan needed. With a few more hard thrusts, he cried out, his body stiffening as he shot his load deep inside me.

I followed suit, my pussy contracting around him as I rode out my own intense orgasm. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected, our breathing heavy.

Eventually, Kenan collapsed beside me, pulling me close. I snuggled into his arms, feeling satisfied and exhausted.

Little did I know, Kenan's aunties would give me a reminder of this night in the morning!

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed Turkish tea and the sound of laughter from the kitchen.

Kenan was still asleep, a satisfied smile on his face. I slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe, and made my way to the kitchen.

As I entered, Kenan's aunts, Ayşe and Fatma, turned to greet me, their faces lighting up with knowing smiles. “Good morning, Y/N!” Ayşe called out, her eyes twinkling. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the blush creeping up my neck. “Good morning. Yes, thank you.”

Fatma handed me a plate of fresh fruits and nuts. “Here, eat this. It’s good for you. Especially after a night like last night.” She winked, her hand gently patting my stomach.

My eyes widened in horror. They heard us. They actually heard us. I glanced around, looking for an escape route, but Kenan’s family was bustling around, completely oblivious to my embarrassment.

Kenan walked in, stretching and yawning. He caught sight of my red face and the looks his aunts were giving me.

A grin spread across his face. “Good morning, everyone,” he said, moving to stand beside me. “What’s for breakfast?”

Ayşe and Fatma burst into laughter, and I shot Kenan a glare. He wrapped an arm around my waist, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “I see you’re all getting along well,” he teased.

I elbowed him in the ribs, but he just laughed harder. “Kenan, this isn’t funny,” I hissed.

He kissed the top of my head. “Come on, aşkım. It’s natural. They’re just happy for us.”

“Happy? They heard us!”

Ayşe chuckled. “Don’t worry, dear. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We were young once too.”

Kenan’s mother entered the room, carrying a tray of pastries. “What’s all this commotion?” she asked, setting the tray down. “Ah, Y/N, I have something special for you. It’s a herbal mix. Very good for a healthy pregnancy.”

My jaw dropped. “Pregnancy? But I’m not—”

Kenan’s mother patted my shoulder. “It’s always good to be prepared. You never know!”

Kenan was laughing so hard he could barely stand. I turned to him, seething. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

He wiped a tear from his eye, pulling me into a hug. “I’m just happy, love. Happy and very, very proud of us.”

I couldn’t help but smile despite my embarrassment. Being with Kenan was never dull, and even though his family’s teasing was mortifying, it was also heartwarming.

They accepted me as one of their own, and that was all I could ever ask for.

Later that evening, as we sat on the beach watching the sunset, I turned to Kenan. “I’m going to get you back for this, you know.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?”

I smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

He laughed, pulling me closer. “I can’t wait.”

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

[sgojoenthusiast]

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ KINKTOBER 2023 ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

➸ DAY FIVE: MINE

✧.* suguru geto x reader

summary: After Geto leaves, he realises how much he misses you, and after a few months of secret messaging, you blocking his number and him going to lengths to contact you again, he finally asks to meet you.

c/w: breeding, possessive and toxic behaviour, fem reader, mentions of violence, post toji ruining everything, angst, geto says that reader is 'his', 'good girl', 'baby', slight marking, oral/ fingering, begging.

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The buzz of your phone along with the slight illumination of your darkened room alerted you to a new message. You turned over in your bed. Annoyedly reaching over to grab the device, though you couldn’t sleep anyway.

Another unknown number, yet you knew exactly who it was. Cursing quietly, you placed your phone back down where it wasn’t and stared straight ahead at your ceiling in contemplation.

You had gotten a new phone, changed your number several times and completely removed yourself from any social media yet somehow, he always managed to find a way to contact you.

You tried so hard to ignore it. Every time, you would discard your phone to the side after seeing the notification or his name at the top of your phone but then, just the idea he’s messaged you would plague your thoughts until you succumbed to the overwhelming desire to message him back.

What does he want? Why is he up at this hour? Is he okay? Is it important? He knows contacting you puts you at risk, so it must be important, right?

Pointless questions conjured in your mind to the point where you thought you might lose your sanity if you didn’t pick up.

Squinting, you winced when the bright glare of your screen pierced through your eyes.

Unknown number:

hey, you up?

You wanted to punch yourself for losing sleep over him.

Slamming your phone back down where it was before, you sighed in frustration and buried your head into your pillow.

It wasn't uncommon for you to lay awake at night thinking about how things were only a couple of months ago and it was only made harder by the guilt of not being able to help your own boyfriend when he was at his lowest.

Everynight, flashes of smiles, movies, beaches, long walks, talking and laughter would replay in your mind until tears streamed down your face and you would pass out from the exhaustion.

And to make matters worse, whenever Geto would try and make contact with you, you couldn't help the swelling of your heart and the pounding of your head that screamed 'he still loves me' as you would fight every urge and every bone in your body to not message him back. In the end, your wants always conquered your needs.

Groaning frustratedly into your pillow, you heard the sound of vibrations go off by the side of your bed more than 5 times. Every part of your body that was familiar with him longed for his words in your ear and his touch on your skin again but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself give into temptations. 

Before, it was so easy to look at Geto and think about all the good memories the two of you shared. The dates, the long nights, the fleeting touches and passionate kisses. Now, you couldn’t think about any of that without the prominent guilt of the people he has killed creeping up on you.

The hands that once touched you so delicately were now stained with the blood of an entire village and even his parents. 

Knowing all this, you still struggled not to look past it. You still struggled to restrain your mind from wandering to all the more secretive and romantic moments the two of you shared. 

After a futile battle with your mind, the outcome was always the same. Picking up your phone, you sighed in annoyance with yourself as you typed out a short ‘yes’ in response.

Every time this happened, you felt so weak. Shoko and Gojo were struggling just as much with the loss of their friend, yet they’d consistently put their morals before all the moments they replayed in their minds at late hours of the night. 

You paused for a second before hitting send. Was Geto even trying to communicate with either of them? You had assumed that he was trying to get a hold of all three of you, but it was such a sensitive topic none of you wanted to bring it up with each other so it was something you had all just acknowledged silently.

Not wanting to think about it any longer in case the guilt seeps further into your skin, you hit send and stared at your phone for another ten minutes waiting for his reply. 

All he did was send you an address.

You bit at your lip, then your nails, then tapped your hand against your thigh anxiously. Your heart beat erratically in your chest and you could feel every part of you shaking.

Sure, you’d messaged him a few times, yet this could be the first time you’d be seeing him since he said goodbye. But, you weren’t gonna say yes, right? Messaging him and the occasional phone call was bad enough, though it could be excused as a moment of weakness. Meeting him, however, was a completely different subject with completely different consequences.

The entire time you were getting ready, you mentally scolded yourself. Everything about the situation was so wrong, and to top it off, you had even gone so far to do your makeup in an attempt to look nice and not as though you struggled to get out of bed without him. 

The weather reflected your actions, rain pouring viciously from the sky and hitting the fabric of your coat as you pulled it tighter on your body. The streetlights illuminated the darkness of the streets and bounced off the rainy glow of the pavement, indicating even the weather’s distaste for your choices.

Looking up, you saw that in front of you the location Suguru had sent you, and in front of it, a tall figure leaned against the building. A fucking motel.

You had hoped he had more respect than yourself for the difference in your ideals. You had hoped he had more pride to stick to said ideals instead of fucking someone who thinks that they’re insane and psychotic. 

You understood that was hypocritical of you because, for starters, you had come out in a short skirt in the pouring rain for him - your legs were trembling and wet yet you thought about nothing other than what he would think when he saw you. Secondly, it should have been you with self-respect and pride, yet they meant nothing when standing in front of you was the man who had your heart and soul in his hands.

His hands were in his pocket and his head was down before he recognised the sound of approaching footsteps over the sound of raindrops hitting the floor at a brutal pace.

“You came.” His voice sounded better in person. It was different than before, he no longer sounded tired or sad and that gave you a brief feeling of contentment. His eyes scanned your figure, and you were no longer feeling bad about wearing the skirt.

You had no idea what to say or do but stare at his face, half covered by the hood shielding him from the rain. What you did see, was just as perfect as before. “You look… good.” You settled, but your voice could barely be heard over the rain.

Understanding this and not wanting you to get ill, Geto led you inside. “I already got us a room.” He said, walking upstairs.

“Why?” You asked. Your eyes were on the floor. You hadn’t been so nervous to see or speak to him since your first year, when Shoko and Gojo teased you for having a crush on him leading to your own realisation of your feelings. Back then, you had tried to avoid looking at or talking to him for about two weeks before he backed you into a corner and forced your confession. Back then, your choices were black and white and your issues were privileges to have even if it felt like the end of the world.

He looked back at you, as though the answer was obvious. “I wanted to see you.”

Turning back around, his voice was barely over a whisper.

“But why, Suguru?”

No answer, he simply kept leading you up the stairs and into the room he had paid for. You learnt long ago not to push for answers when it came to Suguru, as frustrating as it was.

He let you into the room first and shut the door as you looked around before turning to face him when you heard the lock click. Walking up to you, he began to unzip your drenched coat and hung it up for you whilst you muttered a small ‘thank you’.

“How have you been?” You cringed at his attempt at small talk, but engaged nevertheless. It was never so awkward between the two of you, but murdering an entire village does that to a relationship.

“Fine, I suppose. And you?” You sat down on the bed, smoothing out the sheets in order to look preoccupied and unbothered.

“Well enough,” He dismissed, turning away from you to face a drawer in front of the bed that you sat down on. “And your boyfriend?”

You paused, mind reeling back to try and think about who he might be on about. Your heart was racing, as though you’d been caught cheating. But, to your knowledge, you were broken-up and free to date whoever you pleased. There was also the fact that he knows about something, and that there really was a purpose for you meeting up even if it was to discuss a boyfriend you had no knowledge of having.

“I’m sorry?”

“Saw you with some guy from Kyoto the other day.” He grumbled lowly, trying not to come off as annoyed or mad but you saw directly through him. 

Yes, you had been on a few dates, trying to get over Suguru and back into dating and all that. Yet nothing stuck and you had yet to find someone you actually wanted to go on a second date with.

“Were you… following me?” You questioned. However, you were more annoyed at him for putting himself at risk by following you, than the fact that he was following you.. If the guy you were with had seen him, he wouldn’t have hesitated to report it. 

“Up until that point, I might have been.” He said casually. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at him for being petty and jealous. “He’s not my boyfriend, Geto. Even if he was, you have no right to be jealous.”

His face contorted into one of disgust and frustration as he muttered out something unclear under his breath which you paid no attention to. 

The air was thick with tension. You felt hot and suffocated, wanting nothing more than for him to say something. Something to distract you from everything like he would all those times before, when you would lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and talk about nothing in particular.

He turned to face you again, his eyes moving over your entire body yet again. His burning stare felt thrilling, you had longed to feel it on you again.

Tilting his head at you, he smirked and asked, “You wear this f’me?”

All you could do was nod as your eyes met his. He hummed in acknowledgement, and it became apparent to you that he was holding himself back from you.

“I don’t wanna see you with that Kyoto guy again, you hear me? If I do, neither you nor him will enjoy what happens.”

A part of you was enjoying the sight of his jealous glare and serious eyes as he threatened you. In fact, you only ended up bringing your legs together and squeezing, hoping he wouldn’t notice. However, the part of you that still resented him for leaving you was annoyed that he was jealous as though he had any right to be.

“You don’t get to ask that of me, Geto. It was you who left, you should’ve thought about the consequences of that.”

Taking your cheek in his hand and caressing it gently, a small smile crept up on his lips as he was met with no resistance. However, as though it was never even there, it disappeared within moments as his grip tightened and his voice lowered. “You don’t get to hold that against me.”

“Suguru, you left me behind to pursue a life of murdering innocent people, I’ll hold that against you until the day I die because I hate you for it.” 

He dropped his hand and pressed his lips into a tight line before bringing the same hand back up to play with your hair. “You hate me?” He asked, though it almost didn’t sound like a question, and more of a statement of disbelief, as it was followed by a short, humourless laugh before he continued. “If you hate me, why are you here? Why’d you dress up hoping to impress me? Why did you pick up the phone in the first place?”

“I still care for you Suguru. Up until a few months ago, I thought you were it for me.” Your voice broke but you refused to cry, closing your eyes tightly and tilting your head down.

Truthfully, Geto had thought the same. He still thinks you're the one for him, it’s why he hasn’t cut contact with you.

“Can I ask you a question Suguru?” He didn’t reply, but his eyes were on yours waiting for you to ask so he could decide whether he would answer. “Have you been talking to Shoko and Gojo?”

He dropped the piece of hair that he played with as he considered how honest his answer should be. “No, just you.” He replied truthfully. “They mean a lot to me, but I love you.”

You stood up, unable to take anymore as you went to grab your coat and leave. You couldn’t comprehend his words, only confusing Geto, and yourself, further.

He loves you. He says he loves you. Why don’t you believe him?

“If you love me, why haven’t you cut contact with me? You know how much danger this puts me in! If anyone finds out, I’m fucking screwed, Suguru. You don’t love me-”

Taking your coat from your hands, he threw it across the floor and took your arms in his hands, his touch gentle yet conveying his message.

“Don’t. Don’t tell me what I feel for you, because trust me, I know. I also know that after everything I’ve done and everything I am doing it’s impossible for you to believe me but I need to be near you and I need you to understand that you are mine. No matter what, you are mine.”

Now, your back was against the door. He was towering over you and your faces were impossibly close. You felt each of his breaths hit your face and become one with your own. You felt your eyes go wide and your breathing go heavy as you struggled to find a response.

Instead, you just kissed him. He tasted the same as, if not even better than, before. Ever since the kiss you shared, you had felt as though your lips were made to meet his. 

One of his hands had moved from your arm to press against the door as he trapped you within his arms. Your own was brought up to his hair to thread your fingers through it and pull him closer. 

Pulling away, he used his other hand to move your hair back thoughtlessly. “Stay.” Was all he said, yet you didn’t need any more as you pulled him back in for another kiss, taking your shoes off with the heel of your other foot and trying desperately to help him take his own jacket off.

He picked you up and placed you gently in the centre of the bed. You lifted your arms up as you helped him take off your shirt before he littered kissed all over your chest.

“God, I missed this so much, baby.”

You couldn’t spare the effort for a passive aggressive comment or a harsh remark about him leaving you. All you could do was sigh heavily as he sucked bruises into your skin and left open mouthed kisses against your chest.

He fiddled with the hem of your skirt as a silent plea for you to spread your legs, to which you had no problem complying with. 

The way his lips trailed across your skin, pressing kisses and worshipping every crevice of your body had your heart thumping and your mind racing as you struggled to contain the whimpers that fell from your frowned lips.

You struggled to keep your eyes open yet you fought anyway as the sight of Geto between your legs was always a sight that you had adored.

His hands embraced your thighs as he held them apart from each other whilst he kissed down your legs before he reached your soaking cunt. 

His mouth was hot against your clothed pussy and he began to leave kisses onto your cunt through your panties, leaving you a desperate, aching mess.

Moaning out for him to touch you properly, he looked up at you with a devilish smirk plastered on his face before he continued to kiss you through your laced panties.

Impatiently, you bucked your hips up to meet his face to which he only tutted before dragging the lace down your thighs and tossing it to the side of the room before he began to tease your dripping pussy once more. “You’ve had no idea how much I’ve thought about this pussy - so fucking perfect.” He said, planting kisses around your core and sighing deeply between your legs.

“Sugu- please I need you to touch me.” You begged, growing tired of his infuriating teasing and just wanting to feel him against you again. 

Truthfully, you were torn between needing him now and wanting to take it at a slower pace in order to lengthen the amount of time you’d be with him. However, you were so overcome with pleasure that you decided to leave savouring every minute with him until he was actually pleasuring you.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” He joked, before his mouth attached to your pussy.

You gasped at the feeling, unable to contain the noises he withdrew from your lips. 

Geto played with your soaking pussy expertly, knowing every right flick of the tongue and his timing was almost godly - this had always been the case.

Often, he’d have you aching, heaving and moaning from just sitting you down on his tongue. 

The sound of slurping bounced off the walls and rang in your ears and if you didn’t know any better - if you didn’t feel the way he was using his tongue against you - you would have assumed he was a starved man drinking his first drink in days.

His tongue moved flawlessly before he added a singular finger inside of you and curled - then deciding to add another. His long, slender fingers reached places you hadn’t been able to in a while.

Your legs wrapped around his head, pulling him in desperately, yet he didn’t seem to mind, he simply just kept a large hand splayed out on your thigh as he squeezed and pawed at the flesh.

The combination of his tongue toying with your clit and his fingers scissoring and curling inside of you was enough to have you squirming in his hold and spewing out incoherent warnings about your oncoming release.

Geto seemed to understand however, to your soon-to-be dismay.

He pulled away, wiping away at his mouth politely as though he sat in a fancy dining hall eating a meal made by the best chefs and not in a cheap motel with his head buried in between your legs.

“Sorry, baby, want you to come on my dick first.” He said in such a casual manner it infuriated you.

You whined out his name, begging him to allow you your release because of how close you were, yet your pleas fell on deaf ears as he began to take off his own clothes, hinting at you to remove your skirt and top.

The minute you were both stripped off your clothing, you were back on each other instantly. He kissed you urgently as though you were close to slipping away as his hands travelled everywhere. They ran up your hips, up your stomach and across your chest, pawing at your breasts as his lips stayed connected to yours.

“Need you inside, Sugu-” You pleaded with wide, yearning eyes.

His dick throbbed at the sound of you sweet voice asking for him to fuck you as he complied instantly by aligning his aching dick with your hole.

The pain of his dick entering you slowly soon melted into the same pleasure you had longed to feel for months on end. The familiar feeling of his veiny, lengthy cock sliding against your walls at a torturous pace - helping you to warm up to the prominent stretch his cock provided.

There’s slick smeared along your thighs from how wet you were from all of the built up frustration and longing for his dick.

It was overwhelming, the way his hips were slowly picking up pace and force with every thrust. All that can leave your mouth are the pathetic whimpers he draws from you as he leaves you speechless. 

After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, he loses all will to restrain himself and releases the same built up frustration that’s also been tormenting you. He’s borderline bullying his thick cock into your tight walls with little remorse, and if you didn’t know Suguru like you do, you would have assumed that every thrust was laced with selfish intent of getting himself to finish. However, the way his hand moved down your body and his thumb latched onto your clit, you knew he had nothing but your pleasure in his mind as though it was his own.

The sounds of slapping sped up within the fall walls of the rented room, along with the wet sounds of his dick dragging in and out of your pussy. However, your moans were competing to drown out the sounds. 

You were trying to keep quiet, aware somebody could be in the room next to you, but when his dick was repetitively hitting your sweet spot and his thumb would occasionally slip in between your sweating, hot bodies to rub at your clit harshly, it was impossible to keep any noises from slipping beyond your throat. 

Those thoughts were slipping away from your mind, along with all other thoughts and reasons as he fucked you dumb.

However, again, you knew Suguru well. From his harsh thrusts, he way his thumb rubbed viciously on your clit and how his spare hand had a possessive grip on your hip, you could tell he was fucking his feelings out into you. There was something bothering him, something he needed to resolve by fucking you - a point he needed to make.

His eyes, previously screwed shut with the scrunch of his concentrated face, opened lazily. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes yet you could feel the coldness that came through his stare - his gaze was bitter and angered.

Geto’s hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in, causing your legs to stretch further upwards. When he whispered, his voice was soft yet laced with malice and vicious intent. “You think that Kyoto guy could fuck you like this? You think he could reach this deep inside of you?”

Oh. You should have known.

You shook your head profusely, unable to form an actual coherent response or a jab at him for still thinking about some guy you went on one date with. Though, if this was the reaction that was elicited every time from Geto, you had no problems with planning a second date - you’d think about that when your brain wasn’t turning into mush from his dick pummelling into you at a ruthless speed.

Perhaps that was his goal, to fuck you dumb and then ask you a question you’d have no strength or will power to contemplate.

“Good girl. Nobody can fuck you like this. You might think it’s unfair, you might think I’m being jealous and controlling, but if I catch you with that Kyoto guy again - or any guy as a matter of fact, I will fucking kill him. And don’t you dare think I won't. I’ll kill him - I’ll kill them all - and I'll make you watch. Then, I’ll fuck you right after. You hear me?”

You looked at him with wide, fearful eyes, yet your pussy only tightened around his cock and your head only nodded in understanding. 

He had a feeling he said the wrong thing, and that he might scare you off, yet there was every bit of truth to his words. You were his, not some no-named guy who wouldn’t even be able to give you a fraction of the pleasure he was giving you at the moment. Nevertheless, he had a deeper feeling within that his words would sink in more post-sex, considering you weren’t necessarily fond of his new lifestyle.

For now, he just kept thrusting his dick into your aching pussy and kissing your lips sweetly in contrast to the hard pace that he had set.

Your hands were clawing at whatever they could touch, grasping for some sort of control back as he had taken it all from you with just a few thrusts of his dick.

You could feel the low grunts and vibrations from his voice against your neck as he continued to pound into your pussy, strings of curse words falling from his lips which were your neck kissing desperately in between grunts, and words. Usually, this meant he was close as he grew less shy about the noises he made and more desperate for release.

“Shit- I’m gonna breed you, baby. Gonna knock you up and show all those other men that you’re mine. You okay with that? You gonna let me cum inside you ‘nd give you a baby ‘nd make you mine, hm?”

Slightly taken aback, you couldn’t help but nod and beg him to fill you up - wanting nothing more than all of him and unwilling to settle for anything less. “Yes - want it so bad Sugu, want you to fill me up and make me yours. Please, Suguru.”

“Fuck, you’re mine. You’re mine ‘nd everyone’s gonna know that when I knock you up. You’re gonna look so pretty filled with my cum, baby, and even better with my baby– Shit!”

His hips stuttered at the feeling of you squeezing around him, reaching your release as you moaned and cursed his name at the thought of him finishing inside of you. Keeping his promise, he followed through and came inside of you, his hand on your clit moving to squeeze your hip with a bruising strength.

He pulled out, watching his cum pour out of you. “Gonna have to go for a couple more rounds, sweetheart, if I wanna keep my promise and fill you up.” He smirked, his fingers shoving themselves inside of you in an attempt to keep you full. 

You kissed the smirk on his face, and before you could pull away to look at him, he captured your lips into a soft kiss once more and pressed his forehead against yours. Pulling away, you took your hand and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen free out of his face before resting your hand on his flushed cheek. 

“I could go a few more rounds.” You laughed. 

The sun filtered in through the curtains the very next morning. 

Turning over, you felt the familiar, yet recently unfamiliar, feeling of a muscled arm beneath your head, and you were met with the sight of a bare chest and eyes burning holes into your skin. You squint your eyes, aiming to relieve yourself from the sensation of exhaustion still buried in the back of your mind. 

For a moment, you had forgotten that this would be the last moment the two of you had, and was merely a goodbye - to you it was, at least.

Geto hadn’t been able to stop staring at you all morning, especially after his slipup last night about the whole Kyoto guy thing, he didn’t want to scare you and was worried about your unusual tolerance with what he had admitted was just a part of the post-sex haze. He really didn’t want to argue with you before you both separated ways - even though he didn’t plan for this to be the last time he sees you, unbeknownst to you.

For Geto, he’d be calling you unexpectedly a lot more often now he’s had a fresh taste of what he had left behind.

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a/n: i need to stop getting carried away and writing so much.

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[slvthrs]

thinkin' of vinnie finding out about your praise kink and teasing you...

requested by @/joliviaschild on wattpad

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You and Vinnie had been dating for several months, and you felt comfortable sharing your desires with him. But there was one thing you had been keeping to yourself, something you were almost afraid to admit.

You had discovered a praise kink, something you had never even heard of until you stumbled upon it in an article online. The idea of being praised during sex had always made you feel a little uncomfortable, but now you found yourself craving it more and more.

You're lying in bed with Vinnie after a long day of classes and work. You're cuddled up next to him, feeling his warm breath on your neck. As you close your eyes, you feel his hand start to stroke your hair gently. He keeps whispering sweet nothings to and a shiver runs down your spine, and you can feel your heart start to race.

"Vinnie," you whisper softly, "that feels really good."

He chuckles softly. "I'm glad you like it, baby."

As he continues to stroke your hair, you start to feel an odd sensation building inside you. You can't quite describe it, but it's almost like a rush of pleasure that's starting to take over your body.

"Vinnie," you whisper again, "you're making me feel so good."

He looks at you curiously. "What do you mean?" "I don't know," you admit, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's just...I like it when you praise me." Vinnie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Really? Like, in what way?"

"I don't know," you repeat, feeling even more embarrassed now. "It's just...when you tell me I'm doing a good job, or when you tell me how much you love me, it makes me feel really good."

Vinnie smiles at you, understanding dawning on his face. "Oh, I see. You have a praise kink."

"Yeah... I guess I do." You say, your voice no louder than a whisper.

"Like, what kind of praise?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed to even admit it. "Like, tell me how good I am, how much you like what I'm doing, stuff like that."

Vinnie smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, I can definitely do that," he said, leaning down to kiss you.

As things heated up between you, Vinnie started whispering little compliments in your ear. "You're so sexy, baby," he murmured. "I love the way you taste. You're so good at this."

Hearing his words made your heart race, and you found yourself getting more and more turned on. It was like a switch had been flipped inside you, and you couldn't get enough of Vinnie's praise.

"Hey pretty girl, do you wanna do something for me?" He asked with a quirk in his voice

"Mhm, anything baby."

He pulled you into his lap as he started kissing your neck, his hands roaming over your body as he whispered words of admiration.

"You're so sexy," he said. "I love the way your body feels against mine." You moaned louder, feeling yourself getting wet with desire.

Before you knew it, Vinnie had pulled down his pants and was urging you to take him in your mouth. You eagerly obliged, loving the way he gasped and moaned as you worked your mouth up and down his dick. He continued to praise you as you sucked him off, telling you how amazing you were and how much he loved you.

It wasn't long before he was climaxing in your mouth, and you swallowed every drop of his cum, feeling satisfied and pleased with yourself. You collapsed onto the couch next to him, both of you panting and grinning.

"I think we just found a new favorite kink," Vinnie said, laughing.

Afterwards, as you lay together, you felt a little shy about what had just happened. But Vinnie pulled you close, his arms wrapped around you. "That was really hot," he said, kissing your forehead. "I like that you're willing to tell me what you want. And I really like praising you. We should do that more often."

[yorshie]

Congrats on 400! 🎉Can I request 17 and 29 with Leo with fluff and romance for Blurb day? I love your writing so much! ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

*gasp* fluff and romance for Blue? That I Can Do! Thank you for Requesting on Blurb Day(Weekend)!

Leo called your name as you entered the Lair, and you looked over to find him sitting on the raised dial, arms loose and relaxed and a soft smile on his face. When he saw he had your attention, he added, "come sit with me?"

A moth caught to flame, you followed his request, reclining back against the small space in between his crossed legs and letting him wrap his arms around you. His hands whispered over your biceps, beak curling down to nuzzle into your hair, and you reciprocated, turning your head for a quick kiss before reaching for his hands.

Hands that were much larger than your own.

Logically, it made sense, considering how tall he was, but whenever you clasped your hands together you were reminded of the size difference anew. Your digits had to stretch far to slot in between his, or the whole of his palm cupped your closed fist, The soft whisper of scales and calluses contrasted nicely against the softness of your skin.

But the best part of holding hands with Leo, was watching him slowly parcel out the realizations as well. The first time you'd held hands, he'd been tentative, hesitant, barely curling his fingers over your wrist, ready at a moment's notice to release you.

Now however, you'd be hard pressed to have your hand returned to you if you so desired.

His palms cupped along the back of your hands, pulling them close together so they mirrored each other in the dip of your lap. His thumbs hooked over yours, his fingers curling around yours to hold them shut. The fine scars on his knuckles, the sides of his fingers, caught on the tiny hairs covering your skin, and you remembered the time he confessed he was as hyper aware of your soft body hair, the same as you were with his pebbled scales.

He breathed in deeply, against the back of your head, a soft rumble coming from the plastron pressed against your back as you settled in for as long as he wanted. "I like the way your hand feels in mine." He pressed a kiss to your nape before turning his head sideways and laying his cheekbone against your shoulder.

You slowly reached out and trailed a finger over one of his, nail scratching lightly in between his scales. You smoothed over a scar cut into the meat of his thumb, the little line small in the grand scheme of things, but you felt the muscles in his forarms tighten in reflex at the feeling.

"I like it when you hold me" You told him, twitching your hands in his grip, wanting to massage his palms like he did on occasion for you, but he rumbled in protest behind you, the sound dipping down back into that contented sound when you gave up and returned to just letting him surround you.

"Let me hold you a little longer, just like this." His jaw moved along your shoulder, his words and breath sending a shiver over your skin. "Please. We can move in just a bit."

You rolled your eyes, already knowing without looking that he was fast on his way to using you as a napping pillow, and that in all likelihood you'd be stuck for a while.

You could tell the exact moment he dropped off, leaning against you, because his body went liquid against your back, like strings on a puppet finally slackened. The unspoken trust never ceased to surprise you, the revelation sending goosebumps over your arms every time.

It was always worth it, even if the weight of him ended up pressing you forward at an almost uncomfortable angle, and the sound of his soft snores in your ears echoed like a phantom noise at odd times even hours later. His arms pulled you in closer, curling yours with them, over your stomach and pressing in close.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

♤ His Burning Desire {JWY} [Pt.2] ♤

♡ Paring : MafiaBoss!JungWooyoung x F!Reader

♡ Summary : After Giving in to your lust, do you think you could have stayed sane? Absolutely No. And that insanity made you take the worst decision you could ever think of. And that was...

♡ Warnings : A Lot of Angst, Smut, Wooyoung is a damn fucking jerk (trust me you'll hate him in this part), CNC!! (Do not read if you don't like it), forced blowjob, knife play, throat fucking, a lot of smut, woo kinda older than reader, Seonghwa is given a little of importance in this part.

♡ Disclaimer : I strictly do not support this kind of behavior and that this is a fic, so read it as a fic.

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Tears streamed down your face as you slept on the queen-sized bed facing the black ceiling of the room. The images of your dumb actions played in front of your eyes over and over again. You felt pathetic to let him touch you the way he did, you felt disgusted with yourself for giving in to the son of lust. But all you could do was cry about it as you couldn't even move your body. You felt paralyzed, but you didn't know why, Exhaustion or Insanity?

His touches lingered on your skin like invisible imprints, all those words he said. Who knew your life could be changed by only one night? Well not just your life, he changed everything in you. All those words he told you, the way he fucked you without your consent, the way he walked away like nothing happened. The way he walked into your life out of nowhere and was now the ruler of your life.

The big door of your room, creaks open, revealing Jung Wooyoung, the man you've come to hate the most in just one night, standing there dressed in one of his best suits. Contradicting to you, who was laying there, naked. He walked into the room, his foot making their way towards your bed as he stared at you. You didn't even spare a glance at him, as you continued looking out the mirror, giving him completely zero attention.

"Wake up and get ready, you need a lot to be shown, sweetheart" A shiver went down your spine but still you stood your ground and gave him no response. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked towards your side, his hand came down to grip your jaw harshly causing your eyes to meet his dark gaze. "I said, fucking wake up and get ready."

His voice growled at you, and he loosened his grip on your jaw causing your face to jerk sidewards. Another tear escaped through the corner of your eye, as you sob quietly. He walks out of the room after giving you one last look, you slowly raise your sore body from the bed, and get out of the bed.

You gaze at yourself in the Mirror as you stare at all those hickeys and bruise marks emotionlessly. You chuckle lowly to yourself as your finger brushes over all those dark marks left by him. You finally breakdown when the cold water runs down your face, wetting your hair. You scream out loudly as you slide the bathroom wall. You felt like you've gone insane as tears stream down your face while you sob your heart out.

You, yet again stare at your reflection in the mirror, now wearing a tight-fitting black dress, hugging your curves, with a slit, exposing your bare thigh. Your eyes twitch when you find Wooyoung walking behind, he places his hands on your waist as he smirks at you through the mirror. "Such a pretty doll of mine." He whispers into your ear as he places a soft kiss over the dark hickey on your neck. "Leave me. Let me go. Please."

Your voice came out broken, he instantly looked at you through the mirror, his eyes meeting your tearful ones. His grip on your arms tightened, "Princess, you're going to be with me forever. In my empire, my love." "I don't belong to you, just fucking let me go Wooyoung! " You screamed almost losing your composed state of mind again.

And suddenly you were pinned against the wall and his hands travelled to your neck wrapping themselves around it. You noticed the change in his eyes as they looked like... He was controlling himself from something? But what? He leaned down next to your ear and the next moment his low voice resonated throughout the whole room. "If I was you, I wouldn't dare to say that princess. You fucking only belong to me, sweetheart."

Your hands collided with his right cheek harshly as a tear streamed down your face. You looked at him with pure rage, and your eyes cursed him various times. "Fuck you, asshole." You instantly regretted your choice of words when you saw the way his eyes darkened as he held his reddening cheeks.

His head snapped in your direction where he watched you with an unbelievably look while his jaw ticked. "You're going to fucking regret that." And before you knew his hand harshly grabbed and pulled at your hair causing you to shriek out. And his other hand came up to slap you across your face. And you were suddenly forced to your knees getting you face-to-face with his bulge.

His hands unbuckled his belt and threw it across the room. His pushed down his pants and boxers down to his ankle length making his cock sprung out as his other hand came behind to grip your hair harshly. He leaned down a little, as he made eye contact with your frightened ones. "I hope you fucking learn your lesson after this, sweetheart."

And before you knew it, you were shoved down his long length while you still had to maintain your eye contact with his dark eyes. Tears formed in your eyes as your hands were now pinned above your head and his hips thrusted against your face. His cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag around his length.

It just fueled his ego as his grip on your hair tightens, your nails claw at your palms and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His cock goes deep into your throat causing your throat to convulse around his length. He grunts lowly when you feel his dick twitch at the walls of your throat. And before you knew it, white ropes of cum were shot down your throat from the tip of his cock.

Wooyoung threw his head back while his movements turned sloppy and soon stopped. Your tears wet the skin of his thighs and he harshly pulls out of your mouth. His hand loosened the grip on your hair, and he slowly pulled out of you as a stripe of cum and saliva connected the tip of his dick to your mouth. His breath hitched at the view.

Fixing his pants up, he pulled you up to your feet out of nowhere and instantly gripped your waist to prevent you from falling due to your throbbing legs. His hand came to hold your jaw in a tight grip, his hand tightening around your jaw causing the pain to increase as you wince. His thumb travelled up to your eyes to slowly wipe a drop of tear that slipped out of your eye as you tried to comprehend the situation.

A broken voice screamed at you in your head to run away from the devil of a man he is. But all you could do was sit tight and hope for him to let you free, your hope of getting away from him was slowly fading away. "Why do I see a fucking tear in those eyes, princess? " He gave you a psychopathic smirk.

Oh how badly did you want to punch that smirk off his face, the thirst for doing so started to build insane frustration in you making you throw your head back at the wall, sobbing loudly. But to your utter shock, a harsh slap was delivered to your cheek causing your face to jerk to the direction of the wall. Your cheeks redden as more tears stream down your face causing him to grip your neck harshly and pin your head against the wall.

"Don't fucking shed a tear until I tell you so, sweetheart. You're going to be just a puppet of mine from now." His voice ringed next to your ear sending shivers down your spine and you instantly swallowed the whimper that was about to escape your throat. "Now I want you to fucking behave while I introduce you to my people, my empire."

You, now felt what all those showcase dolls would feel like, empty. There were no thoughts in your head as you stood lifelessly without any sign of emotion in that loud commotion. Wooyoung's hands stayed on your waist, holding you in a tight grip as he spoke to all the people. All you wanted to do was just sink to your knees and cry your heart out.

Before you knew it, you were pulled into a luxurious room where you found seven men dressed in dark tinted suits. One of them instantly stood up with wide eyes, and his head snapped towards Wooyoung's direction, "Yah Jung Wooyoung, have you lost your mind? " All the other men looked visibly as confused as you were. The man beside you just shrugged his shoulders as he guided you across the room. And his hand pulled you onto the seat beside him.

"Why would you think that, hyung? " The said man took in a deep breath making his nostrils flare with anger. "You clearly don't seem to know how to keep your personal matters away from the world." Wooyoung's jaw slightly ticked and he hollowed his cheeks to control any useless lashing out at his respected hyung. Collecting himself back, he narrowed his eyes at the man, "I don't know what you're talking about."

On the other side, the other man was close to losing his patience with the younger guy. "I swear to fucking god-" Before he could lounge towards Wooyoung, the blonde guy instantly stood up to hold him back. "Seonghwa Hyung, calm the fuck down and Wooyoung would you mind telling us who is this? "

The so-called, 'Seonghwa' guy inhaled sharply as he balled his fists in order to contain his anger. "This, is Seo Y/n, my girlfriend." Wooyoung spoke as if it was the most obvious truth in the world but except Seonghwa was the only one who knew what you were to the man. "Fucking bastard" Seonghwa cursed under his breath which only audible to the guys holding him back.

Seonghwa brushed off the slightly shorter guy and fixed his suit, his glare still pointed towards Wooyoung, making Hongjoong doubt if you were really just his girlfriend as Wooyoung claimed. Hongjoong's doubt was instantly confirmed when he noticed the way Wooyoung mirrored Seonghwa's deathly stare and the way he clenched his jaw. And the silence was broken by Mingi who was visibly still puzzled with the situation, "Would anyone mind explaining why exactly is Seonghwa hyung angry? "

Hongjoong could feel the thick tension between both Seonghwa and Wooyoung and instantly shut Mingi up with the topic of work. "Well whatever it is, it can be decided later but for now, I want you all to focus on getting the drug deal. It's the best deal we are getting this year." Everyone instantly got focused onto the topic as they waited for the dealer to set foot inside the room.

You say there, completely dumbfounded about the conversation between the men. Goosebumps rose on your skin when you felt the warmth of Wooyoung's hand on your bare back. His hands fiddled with the spaghetti straps on your tight-fitted dress, sending shivers down your spine.

Your bare back was currently pressed against the big glass window of his room, Wooyoung's hands roamed around your body and his lips were pressed onto your neck leaving behind dark purple marks as he trailed kisses down to your boobs. You whimpered against as your small fists pushed against his chest and tears filled your eyes as you screamed. Wooyoung grunts and grabs your wrists in his right hand, pinning them above your head.

"Fucking stay still, slut." Your heart sank as you finally realised you can never get away from him. His lips, his touches, the way his fingers imprinted themselves onto your skin brought an unknown thirst in you. A thirst you knew, will bring nothing but chaos in your life. At the moment you could do nothing but give in, give in and lose all your hope.

Dragging you towards the bed, he pushed you onto it causing you back to collide with the soft mattress as you let out a soft whimper. He instantly stripped off his clothes discarding them onto where your expensive black dress was now ripped into shreds by him, lied. He hovered over you, his hands pinning you down onto the bed, "Aww, Sweetheart, you look so pathetic for me. Go on slut. Cry for me."

His tio teased at your entrance while his hands travelled down to push apart your thighs, he groaned at the sight of your wet pussy clenching around the tip of his cock. "W-Woo-" A harsh slap was delivered to your face cutting you off. "That's fucking master to you from now on, you slut."

Your eyes suddenly bulged out and you let out a loud scream when you felt him push full of his length inside your hole. Your hands gripped the sheets as your nails clawed for friction over the silk fabric. His cock thrusts into you at a fast and rough pace causing your moans to get louder.

Wooyoung's hand rubbed harsh circles at your clit while his other hand wrapped around your neck. He squeezed his hand without any hint, blocking your airway for a few seconds causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. His thrusts got deeper, as his tip overstimulated your sweet spot, causing your orgasm to burst all over his cock.

Wooyoung's hands slapped at your clit as if to say he was disappointed, you screamed out louder when you felt another harsh slap delivered to your clit. His hands rubbed at your clit harshly and he fastened his pace into you, as he chased his own release.

Giving your clit yet again a harsh slap, he bottomed out inside, ropes of cum sputtered out, painting your inner walls. Your body shook convulsively as you squirted all over both of your bottom half, soaking the sheets. His movements slowly come to a halt and his hands caress your boobs while his hands loosen their grip on your hips causing your bruised ass to meet the soft fabric of the silk sheets.

He leaned down next to your ear, his hands still roaming around your body, "All Fucking Mine." His voice resonated throughout the silent room as you instantly passed out on his bed due to exhaustion or was it really exhaustion this time?

I love this part so damn much omg. I hope you all liked this too!!!

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

[cilil]

Winter prompts - gift giving - Melkor/Maedhros (maybe Modern AU) (maybe Maedhros giving the Silmarils to Melkor, because he got addicted to fucking Melkor, in his ass and tits)

❅ Prompt: Gift Giving | Melkor x Maedhros ❅ Synopsis: After failing to get the Silmarils from Fëanor, Melkor seduces Maedhros to use him to get what he wants. ❅ Warnings: Melkor's weird sex magic ❅ Triple drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: Lovely idea! Hope you don't mind that I ended up writing canonverse, just happened to be what I was feeling and imagining.

It was, quite simply, unfair that the mightiest of the Valar was so unfathomably alluring. 

Whenever Maitimo laid eyes on him, as soon as he heard his voice, he was caught in whatever web of magic Melkor was skillfully spinning around him, his all too willing prey. Many times in the past had he then given in, drunk on pleasure and addicted to the feeling of magnificent, once-holy flesh welcoming his manhood, wherever and however he took the wily creature that was now reclining on his bed. 

How in Eru's name did his father manage to resist, Maitimo lamented in his mind as he was inevitably, inexorably drawn closer, his eyes already searching Melkor's body to determine how he would like to take him today – 

But then his passionate musings were cut short by a cool, naked foot pressing against his chest, pushing him back with the force of an avalanche. He shivered instinctively, knowing that the Vala was holding back and could have broken his hröa beyond repair if it pleased him. 

"You want me again," Melkor said, a fey light in his eyes. "But don't you think you should give me something to show yourself worthy of my favour? Is that not how a lover should be treated?" 

"What do you want," Maitimo breathed, forcing himself not to run his palms over the wonderfully muscular leg presenting itself to him and to avert his gaze from the part of the Vala's anatomy that lay in-between. "Whatever you want, it's yours –" 

"The Silmarils." 

"They are not mine to give, my lord." 

"But you could find a way, could you not?" 

Melkor removed his foot from his chest, only to wrap his legs around him when Maitimo came closer, both daunted and lured in by the power of his gaze. 

"You are your father's eldest," he purred. "Whatever he calls his own is already yours by birthright, is it not?" 

His voice failing him, Maitimo nodded. Dread grasped his heart, a premonition of evil that would come to pass and a sense of betrayal, but then his worries were swept away when Melkor swiftly drew him into his mighty embrace and acquiesced to his desire, welcoming him inside. 

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[snowflakesstrawberrymatcha]

Sunset drive

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Montague x fem!reader

A/n: Lovely Night. Thank you for looking and appreciate my work!

Request: none

TW: None

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The sun began its slow descent, casting a rich tapestry of oranges, purples, and gold across the sky.

I heard the low rumble of his car engine—a vintage model that transported us to any era we desired—echoing through the parking lot. I stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a soft embrace. Montague leaned against the vehicle, wearing a charming smile that could melt ice from the very wall that loomed above us.

“Ready for our sunset drive?” he asked, his voice a smooth, inviting melody that filled my chest with warmth. “Always,” I replied, my heart racing as I approached him.We climbed into the car, the scent of leather and old wood enveloping us. His fingers brushed against mine as he turned the key, a spark of electricity sparking in the air between us. I quickly withdrew my hand, hiding the blush that crept across my cheeks.The road ahead twisted beautifully between the peaks, each turn revealing breathtaking views of the mountains painted by the setting sun. Montague drove with precision, his focus unwavering, yet his gaze flickered to me often, as if measuring the distance between our unspoken feelings.

The silence between us was filled with a symphony of unarticulated thoughts and hopes.“Do you remember the first time we came here?” he said suddenly, breaking our reverie.I smiled, lost in the memory. “How could I forget? You took me on a hike up to the valley, convinced I needed to see the stars without the city’s glow.”“We lay there for hours,” he reminisced, laughter dancing in his tone. “You were terrified of falling asleep, thinking you might miss the stars’ first appearance. I promised to wake you up, but it was you who woke me. You shook me awake like I was a child, pointing at the sky in awe.”I chuckled softly at his recollection. “There’s something soothing about the unknown, don’t you think?” His gaze drifted back to the road, but I sensed the intensity beneath his calm exterior."Maybe,” I replied carefully, “but it can also be frightening. Uncertainty has a way of haunting the heart." He glanced at me, his blue eye crackling with electricity.

“What haunts your heart, then?" Tipping my head back against the seat, I gazed at the glass-studded sky, hoping the stars would offer me courage. But they remained silent, nestled in the twilight.“You,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “This connection between us… it feels so intense, yet so fragile.” Montague slowed the car, pulling over into a secluded overlook. The mountains rose majestically before us, their peaks awash in the soft glow of twilight. I could almost hear the echoes of our laughter from that first hike. “What do you want from me?” he asked, shifting his body to face me, the tension in his voice unmistakable. The moment was electric; the distance between us surged with both fear and longing. My heart raced like the winds that brushed over the cliffs. “What do you want, Montague?” He hesitated, vulnerability and strength intertwining in his gaze. “I want you to know that behind the walls I’ve built, there’s a longing I’ve tried to suppress—the one for connection, your connection.”All the air seemed to fizzle out of my lungs. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as realization coursed through me. This wasn’t merely a sunset drive; it was a pivotal juncture in our relationship, one that could either set us soaring into the clouds or plunge us into uncertainty. “Why have you been afraid to say it?” I questioned softly, searching his features for answers.“Because I fear that it could create a rift between us,” he replied, his voice earnest. “What if we get lost in the unknown?”“Sometimes we have to embrace the unknown,” I replied, lifting my chin higher, fueled by unsteady resolve. “It’s part of living, Montague. Maybe even part of loving.”His gaze held mine, the weight of our words lingering in the air. “Then let’s not be afraid. Let’s step into that uncertainty together.”With a leap of faith that surprised me, I reached out, intertwining my fingers with his, feeling the warmth radiate between us. The moment crystallized, the sharp frisson of our connection grounding me in the now.Montague leaned closer, and the world fell away, leaving only the tidy roar of the wind and the vibrant palette of the sunset stretching over the horizon. “I’ve admired you from the start, you know,” he whispered before closing the distance, capturing the warmth of our dreams in a sweet embrace.With the first stars puncturing the dusk, I finally understood: The road ahead may hold traumas, sorrows, and uncertainties, yet with Montague at my side, I knew we would face it all, hand in hand, heart in heart.And so, beneath the Zenith Wall, our home embraced us in its luxurious mystery as we embarked on this journey together, guided by the soft glow of the evening sky and the power of the love waiting to bloom between us.

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[girlwithmultipleproblems]

🌷

I'm thinking of you laying there on the bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little skirt just waiting for someone to take you.

I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh all the way to your stomach. I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft. I decide to play with the strap of your bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it.

As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me.

I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.

Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your of thighs with the back of my hand ?

Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.

Yeah.. I like the sound of that.

So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keeptrying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really. But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck.

You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.

I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.

I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.

You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.

..I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.

I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.

Whisper something along the lines of

"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious. »

Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.

…Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?

This got me a little wet ♡

[voidthewanderer]

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during. For Ripper & Sweetjane.

@bleumanouche || NSFW Muse Reaction Prompts

This one gives me so many feelings oh my god. Cut is fairly quick, but that’s because the buildup is kind of quick, honestly. This took me way too long to get to, honestly, but I just wasn't completely sure how I wanted to write this one, honestly. And just the sheer amount of feelings because this is a very Ripper thing to do ngl

MDNI 18+ under cut like... immediately.

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Everything about her was absolutely intoxicating. How soft her skin was, her scent that filled his nasal cavity… How she practically danced with every step she took. She was perfect in every single way. He wanted her, bad. Every week, every day; in his arms, by his side. In his bed.

Nights they had together were passionate, leaving him practically breathless every chance possible. He hadn’t had so much fun with someone else in such a long time… And to be able to be with a long term partner to have it? It only made Ripper happier. He felt like nothing could get between him and Sweetjane at this point.

It had been another one of those nights, starting off so innocently. He’d been doing so much improvement of his own person, trying to learn how to cook more than what little he knew; trying to find spots that he could take her on little dates. It always ended with the duo laying in his bed, clothing trailing to the furniture as things slowly grew more and more heated between them.

Ripper had long since learned where she most enjoyed to be touched, though didn’t neglect his own desires as well. As it stood, he currently had her straddled over him, rough lips trailing down her belly, hand gripping her breast somewhat tight. He’d been aware of any touch she gave in return, feeling her pressing back against his groin, him letting out a soft growl. He pulled back to rest against the pillows beneath him, legs shifting ever so slightly to give her a seat to settle back against.

Hands shifted, locking firmly at her hips, forearms pressed against her thighs, as he gazed at Sweetjane’s body, smile growing on his lips. He couldn’t get over how unbelievably amazing her body was. He saw her smirk, “What’s got ya all smiley?”

“Just can’t believe that an old ghoul like myself was able to land such an amazing, sexy little smooth-skin like you…”

“Easy,” she hummed, feeling him press down on her hips slightly, following his movement, “Ya got heart. Ya got personality.”

She made a soft noise as his cock slowly started to fill her, him letting out an equally soft sigh. His fingers twitched against her skin slightly as he lowered her against himself, swallowing away his following noise. No, he wanted this to last… he needed it to. Something just screamed in his mind that he wanted tonight to just be a long, passionate fuck.

And it did start off as such, she followed his guide, slowly letting her take control of her ride, his yellowed eyes flicking over every little bit of her body. Keeping his attention on her breath, her scent still driving him wild. Watching her muscles shift as she slowly picked up her pace, her breasts as they lightly bounced at the new pace. His hands slowly slid down to her thighs, just wanting to touch her anywhere he could at this point.

All the while, his eyes were evident of more going on in his mind. Every so often, he’d open his mouth, like he was going to speak, but all that would come out was a soft moan. Though, it didn’t help that Sweetjane would shift her hips juuust right when he would. She wanted him to enjoy himself, just as much as she was enjoying him.

Suddenly, his hands shifted again, gripping her hips and forcing her down, his cock completely pressed inside of her cunt. She let out a gasp, though pleasured, it had been sudden. Ripper arched forward, his face buried in what he really could of her breasts. He’d never had a partner with small tits before, though it definitely made it easier to nip at them. She tried to move, though he locked one arm firm around her waist, the other snaking up her back.

She let out a chuff, “Ya ain’t gettin’ tired on me yet, are ya?”

All he did was let out a low growl, using his weight to flip her onto her back. His hands pressed into the mattress at her shoulders, him taking over his thrusts. She did manage to keep her legs locked around his hips, at least. He tried so desperately to keep a steady pace; it being so easy to just want to lose control with her…

He gave a soft groan at the first convulsion he felt against his cock; she was close. Not that he was far off either at this point. He pressed himself down, lips pressing against her neck only for a moment before biting. She moaned out into his ear and he gave a particularly heavy thrust, her mewling out again.

“Oh.. oh cazzo…”

“Joey…”

This caused him to still for a moment, gaze locked onto her face. Her eyes were half lidded with pleasure, trying to catch her breath as he just watched her. He could feel her pussy clenching his cock on the verge of her climax, only making him more acutely locked onto her and her alone. He pressed back down against her once more, easing back into gentle. He pressed his lips against her neck once more, breathing out something before even realizing what he’d said.

“I love you.”

The words didn’t even have time to be registered before Sweetjane moaned out in her climax. Ripper letting out a growl upon feeling her pussy pulsing on his cock. He couldn’t help himself, just wanting to hold still and savor the fact that he was still able to do this with anybody.

“Me… me… ma-” Her words were quickly cut short by another loud moan. One more thrust in was all he needed for his release, his breath shaky for a moment. Ripper shifted onto his elbows, holding her face to have Sweetjane look at him, “Don’t speak… Ti amo anch'io.”

He had forgotten that she knew his former name. There had been something about her saying it, be it the tone in her voice; saying it in such bliss. Maybe it was just because she said it, he couldn’t keep his own mouth shut. He’d never declared his love during sex before; definitely understanding how awkward it felt. He reserved it for after the fact, something about those three little words feeling clumsy during something so intimate.

The fact that she was so quick to respond to it, even if it wasn’t completed. It warmed his heart. As for now? He pulled out carefully, watching her closely to make sure she was OK before rolling off the bed to grab some extra blankets and pillows. Now was time for aftercare and he had his very own queen he needed to take care of.

[vulku]

cont. asked with @gcldenratio ♡

how this manages to occur nearly ninety-two point four percent of the time, he is uncertain. it is not that his captain is being untoward; nor that any of these instances have been particularly salacious in any discernable way. in fact, it oft seems to bloom in the most ordinary of moments that, if only for a moment --- are brimming with possibility. it thrums quietly in the air; settles beneath his skin; whispers of warmth in the back of his mind. there, in the spot where a link once lay ; unknown, but precious. the broken tendrils of it remain, ever seeking of the one they connect to. his shields are too fortified for another accidental bonding to occur, but it would be remiss to think that was the only reason for the pull. the only reason for the way kirk's words leave an open room of space and interpretation. for all of his chaos, the captain can be a precise man. if he did not wish to imply something, regardless of whether it is returned in kind, he would not. dark eyes sweep over the exhausted features of his captain, down to where they are connected. despite running scientifically at higher temperatures than a human, there is something equally scalding about such a casual intimacy. spock is not offended by it in the slightest, though jim typically takes great care to be mindful of touch; of how, when, where. perhaps for another, they would not realize. yet it is all suggestive enough to bring him pause. and truly, he . . . considers.

" my nights often end with spiced tea, and mediation. " spock's hand turns faintly; not to pry itself out of kirk's hold, but enhance it. from the curl of jim's hand around his wrist, to nimble fingers brushing together, and in between. innocent enough, in terms of terran body language; but far more telling in a vulcan's . “   humans are different. you are different. should you require either of those things, i would be content to provide them for you, in your quarters. . . . or, you may stay within mine --- the entirety of the night, and allow yourself to be taken care of in a manner you may find more desirable. which would you prefer, jim? ”

[sparks-stephen]

daylight | stephen strange x fem!reader

in which y/n and stephen celebrate another year in his life.

warnings: first stephen imagine, but other than that, none, just pure fluff. not edited.

The day began as it normally it normally would. The sun shining through the curtains as a blanket covered Y/N’s body. Except something was different this particular day.

Stephen was lying next to her, peacefully asleep, to Y/N’s surprise.

For as long as she could remember, this man beside her barely slept. Claiming to be busy in saving and protecting the universe. And in the event he would sleep, it would be for two hours before he get back to work.

Y/N knew that it was unfair to hold his responsibilities against him, but she also wanted to for him to take care of himself. And if he doesn’t want to do that, for him to let Y/N take care of him, at least.

Y/N looked at Stephen and softly smiled at what she saw. He looked really peaceful, like nothing in this universe is bothering him.

She kissed his bare shoulder and flipped to her side to stare at him for a little bit more.

His eyes started to flutter open slowly. As Stephen took in the sight before him, he softly smiled and kissed the cheek of the woman in front of him.

“Good morning, love. Happy birthday,” Y/N said as she kissed his lips slightly. Stephen wanted to deepen the kiss but Y/N stopped him.

“I know I said I love you, but I don’t really want to kiss you when you have bad breath,” Y/N said, giggling. Stephen shook his head as he stood up, going straight to the bathroom, chuckling.

A few minutes later, Stephen came back laying back down next to Y/N.

“Can I have my kiss now?” Stephen asked as he faced her.

“Of course, birthday boy,” Y/N laughed as she properly kissed him this time.

Y/N always felt butterflies when kissing Stephen. It’s sweet, passionate, and full of desire at the same time. And every time leaves her wanting more.

“Could you stay here for the whole day? Please?” Y/N asked.

“As much as I would love to, anomalies all over the universe does not stop, even on my birthday,” Stephen replied, kissing her shoulder.

“Fine. But tonight, your all mine. Not sharing you with anybody tonight,” Y/N said as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Of course, love.”

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True to her word, Stephen and Y/N spent the night alone. The rest of the inhabitants of the Sanctum was to their own devices. Even Wong left the two alone, even when he would usually barge in, asking for dinner at this time.

The two of them talked as they both ate. After dinner, Y/N brought out the cake she bought, with as many candles as Stephen’s age.

“Hey! There are way too many candles!”

“No, it’s not. It’s one for each of the year you existed in this world. I even took consideration of the years you were gone. You’re just that old, old man,” Y/N teased as she sat down to the chair closest to Stephen.

“I’ll show you old man later, Y/N. Remember that,” Stephen playfully threatened as Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Do what you want with me later, just blow the candles.”

Stephen blew the candles, moving his head around the cake, making sure that each and every candle was out. Y/N laughed as she clapped at him.

Music suddenly started playing, and when the two looked at the source, they saw the cloak, hovering over the stereo. It quickly flew away before Stephen could reprimand it.

Stephen stood up and held out his hand for Y/N. She grabbed his hand, and once she’s stood up, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist. The two just swayed with the music as they felt a peaceful bliss surround them. Y/N leaned on Stephen’s chest as they both closed their eyes, just basking in their own little world, not paying attention to anything else.

If anybody saw the two of them, they would probably think that the two of them were weird, preferring to celebrate a special occasion, just the two of them, without anybody else.

But Y/N and Stephen wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her; I found you.

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A/N: i want a stephen now, last time reposted because tumblr is being weird, :\

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[scarlet-ancunin]

hello beautiful please could we thank you with your writing but once, where reader loves to kiss the skin where the cleavage of desire hides nothing. Gods I want to mark that chest with bites and lipstick marks.

Hehe sure~♡

Warnings: Mention of Sex, Unhinged Thoughts for Desire, How do i come up with these titles.

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Red Stained Kisses

It was a need and want really.

Everytime you see them wearing any of their outfits, especially that meow meow one seeing that perfectly exposed chest made you want to mark it all up. you recalled the last time you both was together and felt their arms wrap around your waist as they kissed your neck all over.

They left behind love bites, and red lipstick marking you up. It never stopped there no they aimed to leave red stain kisses everywhere. Listening you moan in pleasure as they kissed or nipped your inner thighs.

Moaning there their over and over feeling their mouth on you and you made soft pleas of pleasure.

Well today will be the day you fall into the temptation of your desires.

You put the red lipstick on your lips and watched as Desire lays on the bed not wearing their meow meow suit but their black one. Not that it mattered it meant more access.

You walked over and climb on the bed. You crawl above them to which they look up smiling brightly "oh don't you look dashing" they said with a soft purr before "i want to mark you love" you said softly before kissing them passionately.

You moved down to their neck nipping or in some moments biting the sensitive parts and kissing their neck down to their chest kissing and marking it up nicely.

You moved in ways like an artist expecting their work.

You could hear the pleased sighs from Desire looking up and watching them tilt their head back closing their eyes.

You felt elated seeing Desire enjoying your little "claiming" session. Before you can get lower they stop you pulling you back up "mmm what brought this on y/n?"

You smile "i longed to mark your body the same way you mark mine love it was a strong urge that i decided today i will mark up your perfect body"

Desire hums and leans up kissing you deeply "hm, you are very adorable love, Mark me up as you wish" they said.

"With pleasure`" you said softly.

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[lemonpika]

I still can’t believe you followed me? like wow im really shook 😩

anyways im just gonna go ahead and um request a soft jean one. sorry if it’s vague but idk been in that like “loving, really vanilla type of sex” where they just cater to your needs a lot of praise and idk I feel neglected. ty <3

no omg once i saw your reblog of my one post i was like "this person is my friend now 😤 great minds think alike" AND i love your work sm! anyways, i really really hope you enjoy this one bc this one was so comforting to write! :) <3

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Jean looked so handsome tonight; you just couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. You wondered if it was the way how he parted his hair tonight, or maybe the new cologne he was testing out. But something about how he smiled at you from across the dinner table made you fall for him all over again.

It had been a while since the two of you had gone on a date like this. Work and school had made your relationship admittedly dull, yet, your feelings for him had never dimmed. You had planned this dinner for weeks, and Jean’s buddy, Niccolo, had offered to cook something extra special for you two if you visited his restaurant. Despite Niccolo’s cooking nearly bringing you to tears, you were eager to leave the restaurant. You wanted to hold Jean so close that he couldn’t escape. The desire to be trapped in his loving embrace and peppered in his gentle kisses made your heart race as you bounced your leg impatiently.

Jean takes a break from spooning some soup to admire how ethereal you looked. “God, YN, the more time I spend with you, the more gorgeous you become.” He cooed, resting his cheek in his palm as his eyes gazed into yours longingly. You blushed and twirled some hair around your finger cutely. “And you become more handsome every time I look at you.” He desperately wanted to kiss you over the lavish dinner and cutlery, but he wanted the first kiss of the night to be exceptional. Despite half of his soup remaining untouched, he raised his arm to the nearest waiter and politely asked for the check, giving you a keen, knowing look.

The ride home was uneventful. The both of you had exchanges about how delicious the food was and how the date was definitely one for the books, all while he stroked his thumb gingerly on your thigh. The second Jean pulled into the driveway; you took a moment to pause to look at each other. Jean’s pristinely gelled hair was now slightly coming undone after hours of being out, yet he looked better this way.

“Baby, I wanna do it.” You said in a hushed, almost nervous voice. He chuckled and reached over to brush some of your hair from your face. “How can I say no to eyes that sweet?” He whispered before lovingly pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Should we head inside, love?” His voice was sweet like honey, yet confident. You smiled warmly at him before nodding your head in agreement.

The second your feet had passed the threshold, Jean swiftly shut the door behind him and pulled you close, his nose nestling the crook of your neck. He inhaled your sweet perfume and began peppering you in those kisses you so adored. “Jean..” you sighed, placing an encouraging hand on the back of his neck, urging him to continue. “You’re my favorite person, YN. I get so happy every time I get to see you and spend time with you.” his voice echoed on your neck tenderly as his tongue started to lap up the side of your neck before settling on your earlobe. “I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting you because of work. I want to make you mine all over again.”

You couldn’t help but smile and stroke the hairs that rested on the back of his neck. “I’m all yours, my love.” With that, Jean lifted up your body with ease and proceeded to guide you to the bedroom.

Laying you gently on your back, your body immediately sank into the soft sheets of your shared bed. Then, outstretching your arms, you beckoned for him to crawl on top of you so you could be pressed flush against him. But, instead, he gave you a small smile and began to unbutton his dress shirt. “Go take that pretty dress off, babe. I want to feel your skin up against mine.” You wasted no time in complying with his request.

Settling himself on top of you, Jean held himself up by his elbows that were on either side of your head. His warm body heat made you shiver upon initial contact. You could also feel his skin break out into small series of goosebumps as you traced your fingers up and down his back. “Ah, you’re so warm and soft,” he whispered, stroking his thumb gently over your cheek. Gently grasping his hand, you gave his thumb a light kiss before experimentally flicking at it with your tongue. “I want you so badly, Jean,” you whined, desperate for his touch and undivided attention. Letting out another one of his trademark chuckles, he traced his thumb over your lips before leaning down to get closer to your face.

“And I, you.” without any other words, your lips met in a crescendo of euphoria. The slightly sweet taste of the leftover dessert remained on his lips as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. However, Jean approached the kiss gently, taking his time to work his tongue in between those lips of yours. Threading his fingers through your hair, he pushed his tongue past your lips and began to tangle them haphazardly. He couldn’t get enough of the kisses the two of you shared. It’s when your lips are pressed together that he feels all of his insecurities fade away. You make him a better man.

Leaving your lips with a slight pop, his gorgeous brown eyes trained themselves on your delicate figure. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect, and you cannot argue with me on that.” He began to plant a trail of tender kisses down your jawline and throat, stopping to take his time on spots he knew were your favorite. You let out a cute moan as you felt his hot breath make contact with your collarbone. “You always make me feel so good, Jean.” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck. However, your arms slowly fell flat as his kisses began to focus more below the belt.

“Tonight, I’m going to show you how much I love you and how much I’ve been thinking about you lately,” he stated, finally shifting his body to where he was laying on his stomach, and his face was directed towards your dampened panties. You blushed and became increasingly bashful. “You haven’t eaten me out in so long, baby..” you trailed, uncertainty in your voice as Jean gently stroked his long fingers around your inner thighs, causing you to shudder slightly. “I know; that’s why it’ll be all the more special.”

Leaning in, Jean began to give you a few experimental licks through the thin fabric of your panties. Your legs shuddered at the sudden stimulation, but he quickly locked his arms around your legs so you wouldn’t squirm as much. Soon enough, Jean finally slid your panties to the side and began to kiss at your lips, poking his tongue out occasionally to gauge your reactions. Your hands gripped at the bedsheets tightly as he continued; small, breathy moans escaped your lips every time he would introduce his tongue. Then, pulling your lips apart, he slowly began to lick at your clit in languid, thoughtful motions. His tongue swirled at your clit as his hands stroked at your thighs and tummy. His eyes drifted up to meet yours, and you felt your heart fill up with unadulterated love and affection. Brushing some of your fingers through his hair, you give him a gentle smile as he continues working down there.

“Jean, you’re doing such a good job. I love your tongue so much, baby.” you moaned, your body now aching for penetration. After a few minutes of his experimental swirls, Jean began to pick up the pace and even rubbed his middle and index finger at your entrance. You arched your back slightly and let out a long gasp as he plunged his fingers into your pussy. He groaned as his fingers worked their way inside of you, reveling in how good your pussy felt clamping around his fingers this tightly. Not to mention, he was excited to have his dick inside of your wet pussy.

Swiping his tongue side-to-side on your clit, he began to curl his fingers to really get you screaming his name. You felt yourself on the verge of orgasm admittedly pretty quickly, but you weren’t ashamed at all. If anything, it said more about Jean’s sexual prowess and just how in tune he was with your body. Your mouth sat agape as you began to moan out his name, almost as if it was a mantra. Judging by the way how your thighs shuddered, Jean figured you were getting close, judging by how your body was contorting. Then, with a quick pop, he pulled away from you, causing you to whine.

“Jean, why did you stop?” you asked, frowning at him as he climbed on top of you once again. “Because I want to see you all worked up when I start taking you,” he said, smug smile plastered on his face and all. Then, he thrust his hips forward slowly, his tip meeting with your throbbing entrance. You inhaled sharply, bracing yourself for impact. Normally, you had minimal trouble fitting him in your pussy. But with all of the foreplay, you were a little nervous that his thrusts may be a little tighter today.

However, your doubts were left unfounded as he slipped inside of you with ease, being careful not to force his way in as not to hurt you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your brain failed to register just how good you were feeling. Jean’s warm, slightly dampened skin was rubbing against your chest as he began a consistent pace with his thrusts. You had one arm slung around his shoulders and one gripping onto the pillow below your head to keep yourself grounded. His dick was quite big, but it was one of the things that made your sex life so enjoyable. Jean has always been a gentle lover despite his size and arrogance and is extremely attentive to your needs.

“Oh god, YN. You feel so good when I’m inside of you..” he moaned breathlessly, holding you closer with each thrust he made into you. Your overstimulated cunt began to throb as you felt one of his thumbs make its way to your nipple. Entrapping it with his digit, he rolls it greedily while planting deep kisses on the crook of your neck. The pleasure absolutely engulfed you. You had never felt closer to Jean more than in this moment.

“I love you so much, my Jean..” you moaned, gripping at his shoulder and wrapping your legs around his hips tightly. Hearing you say this made him shudder, and you felt him smile against your skin. “I love you too, my YN.” His words were cut off shortly after by you planting a sloppy kiss on his quivering lips. Your lips locked as his hips rocked into you at a faster rate. Your moans blended together as the two of you felt your upcoming orgasm quickly approaching. Then, with Jean’s strokes falling sloppy, you decided to help him out a little by rocking your hips back into his as best as you could. Jean threw his head back at this and had a random burst of energy, now thrusting at a blinding rate. His thrusts were still considerate, only more firm and driven than before. A coiling in your stomach began to rattle as Jean’s breathing became more ragged.

“Oh shit-! I think I’m going to cum..!” You exclaimed, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Fuck-! I think I am too, baby girl,” he grunted; his eagerness to cum was evident in his fucked-out voice. With a few more haphazard pumps, Jean’s back muscles tensed underneath your fingernails, and you felt his hot cum spill into your worn pussy. You sighed in pleasure as you rode out your own orgasm by rolling your hips on his slightly.

Breathless and sticky, Jean pulls out and immediately lies by your side, and begins to stroke your soft back. “God, I just want to marry you, YN.” He smiled, a tired yet triumphant look setting in his eyes. You giggled in response and stroked some of his hair.

“Then why don’t you, Jeanbo?”

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EDIT: OMG IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG @tsumuluver i really hope u enjoy, love! :)