#fingerfucking his mouth friday

[holygroundgone]

my convictions that mo ran physically needs to have his fingers inside chu wanning's mouth (at least 3 separate scenes written) wins yet again today. 2 for 2

#truescholar.txt #how else do you think his silly ass was mapping out the exact dimensions of that tight little mouth?????? #fingerfucking his mouth friday

[sluttywoozi]

Somewhere In The Middle | ljh x f!reader

Somewhere in the middle, I think I lied a little I said if we took it there I wasn't gonna change, But that went out the window

You and Jihoon started as roommates and naturally became best friends. After a breakup and a little too much wine, you become best friends who kiss, but there's no danger there... right?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~9.7k | Pairing: ljh x f!reader

Genre: romance, smut, best friends/idiots to fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mention of a breakup, alcohol use, besties to besties with benies to lovers, jealous/possessive jihoon, depiction of a nightmare (lots of water involved but no drowning), appetite issues/food eating, hurt/comfort

Smut Warnings: dom!jihoon, dirty talk, manhandling, strength kink, dumbification, breast/nipple play, oral r. rec., fingerfucking, biting, multiple orgasms, piv sex, creampie, pet names (princess, good girl), allusions to f. masturbation, reader goes into subspace a lil

Reader Notes: sub, taller than Jihoon, has breasts and a vagina, gets carried by jihoon, on some form of birth control, crybaby, she’s smart i swear being around jihoon just makes her dumb 

You and Jihoon have been roommates for three years and best friends for two and a half when It happens. 

It’s nearing midnight and most of the lights are off, the glare of the TV illuminating the room though it’s been muted for the past hour. You’re drunk on the couch and for once, Jihoon is drunk with you, helping you lament the shitty boyfriend you finally ditched. 

Well, the shitty boyfriend who ditched you. 

It stings that he was the one to end things, prickles to admit that maybe you had some hand in the crashing and burning of the relationship, but you still feel valid enough in his faults to complain to Jihoon about it on this dreary Friday night. 

“We hadn’t even kissed in like… weeks. And sex? I counted myself lucky he didn’t seem interested, he was that disappointing,” you bemoan, dropping your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm to your chest. Jihoon doesn’t love physical contact, but you’ve worn him down and now, you’re the only person he allows free reign. 

You think he even likes it at this point, especially when he presses his cheek to your head and sighs, “Men are the worst.”

“You’re a man, Jihoon,” you remind him, tilting your head up to glance at him, dislodging his cheek and making him look down at you. 

“Yeah, but I don’t count, do I?” He says sardonically, knocking his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know anymore,” you mumble. “I just miss kissing, and being touched, and-,” you hiccup, though whether it’s due to tears or to drink, you don’t know. “And I miss someone loving me.” 

Your eyes are misty now, Jihoon’s face blurry even though it’s inches from yours. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asks softly, and you try to smile through the tears, appreciative of him for attempting to make you feel better. 

“Yeah, but not like that,” you remind him, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips pouting. 

“But I could kiss you like I do.” 

You peek one eye open, blinking away the saltwater in your eyes, not even flinching when he brings a hand up to wipe it away from your cheek. 

“You could?” 

“I could,” he nods, his brows drawn together and his mouth tight. “I don’t want you to suffer like this when I can fix it.” 

You think it through for a split second, consider the fact that Jihoon is your roommate, your best friend, and decide that you don’t care. 

“Okay,” you whisper, fragility clear in your voice and in the fingers suddenly clutching at his shirt. 

“Just… promise me nothing will change, that we’ll still be us after,” he murmurs, leaning closer to you until his lips are a breath from yours. 

“I promise,” you tell him, though in the back of your mind, something whispers that it already has. 

Then he kisses you, and your brain goes perfectly silent. 

All you can feel is him, his palm on your face, his fingers in your hair, his soft lips sipping at yours like the wine you downed together just an hour ago. 

The room is quiet, filled only with your breathing and his, and every sensation is heightened by the peace surrounding you. 

His hand tilts your face, changing the angle as he glides his tongue along your bottom lip, and when you gasp, it darts inside, learning, exploring. 

Jihoon is lazy, you both know this, but apparently he’s the very opposite when it comes to kissing you because before long, he’s devouring you with vigor, panting into your mouth like he can’t catch his breath, searching like you’ve stolen it. 

You’re not faring much better, your grip tight on his shirt and your cheek hot under his hand, forgetting to even breathe as he kisses you stupid. Literally, you feel dumb with it, empty headed, no thoughts occupying your mind except for Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon. 

You suck in air when he rips his mouth away from yours, his fingers in your hair holding you back so you don’t follow him as his chest rises and falls erratically, a blush creeping up his neck and along his ears. 

“You should get to bed,” he whispers, his eyes hooded and his voice rough. 

“Yeah, I suppose I should,” you agree, even though you want to kiss him more, want him to take you apart, if you’re being honest. But something tells you not to push him this first night, not to ask for too much. 

So you tease him instead, murmuring, “Tuck me in?” only to gape at him when he slides off the couch and takes hold of your hand, tugging you up off the sofa and to your room. 

He waits on your bed as you half ass your skincare, handing you pajamas when you ask for them and getting up when you emerge from the bathroom. You climb under the duvet, think for just a second about asking him to join you, and whisper, “Goodnight, Jihoon.” 

“Goodnight,” he whispers back, before leaning in close and pressing his lips to yours one last time, mumbling into your mouth, “One for the road.”

After he leaves, you fall into sleep slowly, and when you do, it’s deep, dotted with dreams that taste like him. 

True to your word, nothing really changes. 

Except for the fact that you just… kiss now. 

When you’re tired, when you’re stressed, when you’re sad, when you’re needy. 

All it takes is a look and a little pout and Jihoon is shaking his head and pressing his mouth to yours, his hand firm on your cheek and his tongue dancing over your bottom lip. You find yourself craving him when you’re at work or around friends or sometimes in your sleep, your dreams full of flashes of your body under his and his arms around you. 

Your kisses haven’t progressed to that yet, though you’re hoping they will soon. He usually keeps them chaste, but there are times you can tell he wants to take it further, by the way he holds your chin and angles your head so he can kiss you deeper, dirtier. 

Just two weeks after that night, he’s become a habit you can’t quit. 

It’s gotten to the point where he greets you with a smooch when you come home from work, a peck when you finish making dinner together, a soft kiss before you go to sleep in separate rooms. 

Most of the time, you wish you could follow him into his bedroom, climb into his bed and his arms and his ribcage, squish right in next to his big, juicy heart. But you promised nothing would change, that you and Jihoon would still be you and Jihoon, and you know that if you delete the spaces between you, it would change everything. 

So you content yourself with his kisses, with the little touches you steal as often as you can, with the knowledge that at the end of the day, you do have someone who loves you, even if he doesn’t love you like that. 

You’re laying on the couch with Jihoon, your legs resting on top of his thighs and his big hand warm on your ankle, when he asks you if anything interesting happened at work. 

Normally, you would have nothing to share, but today, something exciting did happen. 

“Oh! Yeah, actually, Jun from Accounting asked me out on a date,” you gush, your legs bouncing until his hand tightens into a near painful grip. 

“I didn’t know you were looking to date again,” he says pensively, his eyes suddenly on the TV and away from yours. 

“I mean, I’m not really, but he’s cute and sweet and I miss sex,” you sigh wistfully, letting your cheek rest on the back of the couch as you watch his jaw clench and unclench. 

“What did I say when I told you I could kiss you like I love you?” He asks, his gaze on you again and so much heavier than before, so much weightier and darker. You can almost feel it like a physical touch, the way it roves over you, assessing. 

You try to wrack your brain but come up empty, an unfortunate occurrence when it comes to Jihoon. 

“I don’t remember,” you respond honestly, your main memory of that night being the kiss. 

“I said, ‘I don’t want you to suffer like this when I can fix it,’” he reminds you, before continuing, “You don’t know if this Jun guy will be any good, and I don’t want him to disappoint you.”

Your breath stalls in your chest at what you think he’s implying, but you need him to clarify before you jump to your own conclusions, fueled by delusion and desire as they might be. 

“So… what are you saying?” You ask slowly, pushing down the hope and heat rising within you. 

“I’m saying that I’ll take care of you. You miss being touched? You miss being fucked? Let me be the one, not some rando who might not even be able to make you cum.”

Fuck. He’s so- You don’t even know what he is at this point. 

You sort of feel the need to leap to Jun’s defense, but by the fire in Jihoon’s eyes, you think that would be the wrong move to make right now. You also don’t know if you can speak, with your tongue tied by lust as it is. 

He’s still staring at you, his face unreadable but his hand hot, tight on your ankle, like if you tried to get away, he wouldn’t let you. 

That won’t be happening, not when all you want to do is crawl closer, into his lap maybe so you can feel his chest against yours and his heat between your legs, so he can pull you into him and show you just how well he can take care of you. 

“Okay,” you breathe out, because you need to respond sooner or later, and that’s the only word you can summon at this moment in time. 

“Tell Jun you won’t be going out with him,” Jihoon commands, and you bristle at his domineering tone but you also feel yourself clench, just a little. You acquiesce all the same. 

hey Jun! i have to say no to your offer, i just don’t really like to mix business with romance, I’m sorry ☹️

“Done?” He asks, waiting for your nod to swipe your phone out of your hands, put it on Do Not Disturb, and slide it between the couch cushions before yanking you toward him by the grip he has on your ankle. 

“Hey!” You exclaim, out of breath and full of indignation. “Don’t be rude.” 

“We’ve been best friends for two and a half years, you think I don’t know what you like by now?” He asks rhetorically. “You like getting manhandled, like being talked down to, and then you like being treated like the pretty little princess you are. Am I wrong?” 

God, he’s so hot. You hate him. 

“No,” you answer petulantly. “You’re not wrong,” you continue when he raises an eyebrow and loosens his touch. 

You barely even recognize Jihoon right now, he’s being so cocky and mean and sexy. The smirk he sends you makes you shiver, or maybe it’s the fingers swiftly smoothing up your leg. Curse your little pajama shorts and curse his big, warm hands. 

He’s just about to reach your panties when you whisper, “Wait!” 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp on yours, his hand frozen as he evaluates you for misgivings and anxieties. 

“Just-,” you sigh and wriggle a little bit in shyness. “Not here, I can get… messy.” 

His smirk is back and bigger than ever as he shoves your legs off his lap, stands, and leans down to haul you over his shoulder, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life. 

“Jihoon, I’m too-“

“I squat 450, babe, you’re fine,” his palm cracks down on your ass as he speaks, both his words and his touch making you whimper. 

You assume he’ll take you to your bed but he takes you to his instead, and when he roughly deposits you on his comforter and pushes your hands to rest above your head, all you can do is stare as he yanks his shirt off and tosses it to the side. 

You see him topless often enough, but in this context, it’s different. You actually get to look this time, and you let your eyes travel slowly over every inch of pale skin and muscle, feeling your center start to throb when he palms his growing cock and slides his own little pajama shorts down. 

He leaves on his boxer briefs and sets a knee on the bed, slowly climbing over you until he’s got his hands bracketing your head and his knees spreading your thighs. You’re surrounded by him, his scent overpowering in the best way now that you’re in his bed and under his body. 

This is exactly where you’ve wanted to be for weeks, but now that you’re here, you find you’re feeling a little nervous. Jihoon, obviously, can read you like a book and asks in a low voice, “Would it help if I told you what I’m going to do?” 

“Um, yes,” you answer, because of course it’ll help, in more ways than one. “You already know?” 

“I have the makings of a plan. First, I think I’ll kiss you until your head is too empty for nerves. After that, I’ll play with your tits until you’re crying for me. Then, I’ll eat you out until you cum, and fuck you with my fingers until you cum again,” his voice is low, seductive enough that you’re nodding without even realizing it, close to begging before he’s even gotten started. 

“And then you’ll fuck me?” You ask weakly, feeling small under him even though you’re taller than him in actuality. 

“Maybe. If I feel like you’ve earned it,” he teases, or at least you hope he’s teasing, because if he doesn’t give you his dick tonight, you think you might go crazy. 

“I feel better, I think,” you whisper faintly, and you actually do, now that you know how he’s going to take care of you, what he’s going to do to you. 

“Good, that’s the goal here.” 

He almost smiles, you can see his lips twitching, but he doesn’t let them stretch in a grin. Instead, he slowly lowers his body to lay over yours, dropping to his elbows and letting his legs relax so he’s pressed up against you, weighing you down to the bed. You feel safe, secure like this, and you can’t help but sigh into Jihoon’s mouth when his lips meet yours, a soft, relieved sigh born from knowing you’re in good hands. 

Good, large, warm hands, one petting your head and the other cupping your jaw to pull you into his kiss, as if you need any encouragement. He’s gentle until he’s not, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip and his mouth sucking at the sting, his tongue pushing between your lips when they open on a gasp. 

You feel more than hear his groan when you shyly glide your tongue against his, the sound rumbling through your mouth and straight down to your core. You’re already throbbing, just from this, and you can’t believe you’ll have to endure his evil, delicious mouth on your tits when he’s finally deemed you brainless enough to move on. 

It won’t be long before that happens, you already know, because your thoughts are starting to sift through your fingers like sand, too hazy to pin down and not important enough to try. A voice in the back of your mind whispers this will ruin you, but then he does something with his tongue that makes your breath catch and your pussy clench, and the voice goes silent. 

In fact, every racing thought in your mind is gone, eroded by Jihoon’s whirlwind, and you actually whine when he pulls away, your kiss-swollen lips open and attempting to chase him for more. He doesn’t let you, shifting back to sit on his knees and pulling you up with him so he can wrench off your tank top and flimsy bralette. 

He lets out a shaky sigh, his eyes caught on the rise and fall of your tits as you try to regulate your breathing, before pushing you back down with a firm hand on your shoulder. He keeps the other on your waist, preventing you from just collapsing back on the bed, and follows you with his body, his gaze heady and his lips parted. 

He doesn’t waste any time, immediately leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth and bringing his fingers up to pluck and squeeze at the other, both of them pebbling under his attention. They’re extra sensitive today for some reason, but that might just be because it’s Jihoon touching them, wrapping his lips around them, warming them with the heat of his mouth and fingers. 

Time slips away as he works you over, his tongue plush and soft and fever hot on your tits, his fingers unrelenting, just on the right side of mean as he twists and pinches whichever nipple isn’t in his mouth. He alternates every so often, never leaving a side neglected, and eventually gets into a rhythm that has you whimpering and arching into him, begging him with your body to keep going. 

You can’t feel how wet you are with your legs spread by his body like this, but you have to be soaking by now with the way your cunt is fluttering, your walls squeezing down on nothing as he sucks and bites and worries at your breasts with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. You already want him to make you cum so bad, and you distantly remember what he said just a little bit ago. 

Until you’re crying for me. 

Well, you can certainly do that. The tears are already rising to your eyes, already burning in your throat, making your breath hitch and your chest stutter beneath him. You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they’re bleary when you open them, your lashes lined with saltwater as you look down at him. 

He’s looking at you, probably has been this whole time, and when he sees the first tear fall, he pops off your nipple and presses his smirk into your breast, his hand still firm on the other. 

“Jihoon, please,” you whisper thickly, and for a moment, you’re scared he’ll make you outline what you’re asking for. He doesn’t, thankfully, just shifts back up on his knees to admire his handiwork. You can only imagine the picture you must make, your chest covered in his teeth marks and your nipples swollen and spit-slick, your eyes half-lidded with desire and need, not a single critical thought behind them. 

He visibly collects himself, taking in a deep breath and letting it flow out as he tucks his fingertips in the waistband of your shorts and panties. You don’t have enough brain power to think of lifting your hips to help him so he pulls them up with one hand and wrenches your pajamas down with the other, dropping you back down to the bed when they’ve cleared your ass and he can tug them the rest of the way off. 

Your legs have bent in the process, your feet resting on his knees, and he takes hold of your ankles, straightening your legs out before dragging his hands up and setting them on your thighs. You expect him to push them apart, to move you like he has been, but instead he says, “Show me.”

You’re past being shy but you still feel a little vulnerable, so it takes you a few breaths to slowly spread your legs. The air clings to your arousal, cool compared to your heat, and the longer he stares, the faster your heart beats. His hands press to your inner thighs, keeping them apart so he can memorize every inch of you. 

“Fuck,” he exhales laboriously. “You weren’t kidding.”

“About what?” You ask tremulously, with not even a bit of a clue as to what he’s talking about. 

“About getting messy. You’re so fucking wet, I think I could slide in right now,” he sounds far away, like he’s imagining it, picturing himself sinking his cock into you, filling you up to the brim. 

Now you’re picturing it too, and your thighs try to squeeze together to soothe the ache between your legs but he’s still holding them open, and he’s too strong for you to even bother fighting his grip. 

“Maybe you should,” you moan enticingly, one hand leaving its place above your head to drift over your body and down to your pussy. It doesn’t get that far, not when he levels a stern, warning look at you, one that makes your clit pulse and your heart race. 

Adequately discouraged, you bring your hand back up and lace your fingers together, leaving you spread out and powerless beneath him. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and you can’t hide the way the words light you up inside, make you want to be even more compliant for him, make you want to be so good you become his best girl. 

He smirks at your response, a look in his eye like he’s filing every little reaction away for the future, hope blooming in your chest that maybe there will be a future. You can admit that you don’t want this to be the only time, your first and last with him. 

(What you can’t admit yet is that this is already more than sex for you.)

Fuck, your thoughts are coming back, no longer so nebulous and murky, now too solid for you to swim through like before. You know Jihoon can see it in your gaze, and he moves so quickly, you can hardly make sense of it. 

Before you can take another breath, he’s on his belly between your legs, your thighs still pushed apart by his hands as he all but dives into your dripping pussy. You don’t know what you expected but it definitely wasn’t this, his tongue pushing inside of you, reaching as far as it can go and licking your walls on its way out, his nose grazing your clit with every jerk of his chin into you. It feels like actual heaven, his tongue so lithe and agile and smooth as it fucks in and out of you, sparks zipping through your veins with every drag of his nose over your clit. 

He refocuses his attention, his mouth shifting to suck gently at the bundle of nerves, lulling you into a dreamy state driven by soft pressure and the vibrations of his little groans around you. Your head is finally, blissfully empty again, and Jihoon seems to be able to sense the switch, because he starts sucking harder, flicking his tongue back and forth over the bud until it has its own heartbeat.

You lift your head up, tucking your chin into your chest so you can watch him, his dark hair against your thighs, his face between your legs, that smart mouth wrapped around you. 

You’ve never cum from just oral before, but you’ve also never had someone eat you out with so much dedication, so much fervor, and everything is made better by the fact that it’s not just someone, it’s Jihoon. 

Jihoon, your best friend who you sometimes miss even when he’s sitting right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours and his arm around your shoulders. 

Jihoon, your roommate who you occasionally stare at for just a bit too long when he stumbles into the kitchen wearing only his little shorts and a serious case of bedhead. 

Jihoon, your Jihoon. 

Suddenly, the wave is building, sucking you into its undertow, and you can’t keep your head up or your eyes open as pleasure grows and grows and grows until finally, the wave crests. It might have been your thoughts, it might have been the heady groan that reverberated around your clit, it might have been both. Either way, you’re lost under the surface in a sea of bliss, and when Jihoon breaks away and gets his knees under him, you assume it’s to offer you a hand, to help pull you out. 

And then you feel that hand petting over your sensitive pussy, feel the drag of his fingertips over your clit, and you realize he’s not going to pull you out, he’s going to drown you further. 

One finger slides inside of you, longer and thicker than your own, giving you something to clench down on as your walls continue to spasm with aftershocks of your orgasm. He bites out a swear, and internally you preen at his reaction to feeling you for the first time. Externally, you can only buck your hips into his touch and whine something that sounds like his name as he pulls his finger out and returns with two. 

The fullness makes you sigh, the feeling of warm flesh and bone decadent after months of silicone, and when he crooks those fingers inside of you and starts searching, you know you’re done for. 

You can’t ever find your g-spot on your own, your fingers are too short and your toys aren’t shaped right, and the second he locks in, you know he won’t stop. He’s the same when he’s writing a song - once he finds his flow, he could be lost to you for hours, days, weeks. The thought of him devoting that same focus to you sends a flash of electricity down your spine, one that ends with a squeeze of your cunt around him. 

You can feel his eyes on you and blink your own open to meet his gaze, the eye contact hypnotizing, consuming. The next curl of his fingers brushes something inside of you that makes your face crumple, makes you forget how to breathe, and his stare grows determined as he taps his fingertips in the same spot. Instantly, you feel yourself get wetter, feel it seep out around his fingers and drip down your ass to his bed, and his face grows darker somehow, his stare penetrating and possessive. 

He leaves the sensitive patch alone for a little bit, sliding his fingers in and out, getting you used to the rhythm and the sensation of being fucked with them, and then he starts grinding into it with every thrust, the muscles of his arm flexing as his pace rockets up. It sounds fucking obscene, the squelch of your soaking cunt around his fingers, especially paired with your breathy, high pitched noises, your whines and whimpers and gasps. 

You’re already getting close again, but you don’t want to cum so soon, don’t want this to be over if he decides you haven’t earned his cock. 

“Jihoon!” You squeak, squirming beneath him in pained pleasure, though you can’t get anywhere with his hand pressing your thigh down and his fingers filling you up. 

“Be a good girl and take it for me, hm?” His voice is so low and rough, you almost don’t recognize it, but you listen anyway, trying your best to be still under his siege because all you want is to be good for him, for only him. 

“There we go, that’s my girl,” he murmurs under his breath, his words like a live wire snaking around your throat, stealing your voice and leaving you to shudder beneath him as he works a third finger in and sets his thumb on your clit. 

You wonder if he’s stretching you out to fuck you, or if he just remembers you tipsily spilling to him that you prefer to cum on three instead of two. You don’t want to get your hopes up so you stop thinking, just lay there and take it, exactly like he said. His knuckles pound against the lips of your cunt as he fucks you hard with his fingers, the tips hooking into your g-spot on every stroke in and scissoring on every stroke out. 

You can feel heat spreading throughout your body, the fire starting in your lower belly and traveling through your veins to scald every limb, to raze every cell. You’re on the precipice of something great, something that will destroy you, but you need just a little more, though you don’t know what it is that you need. 

Jihoon does, of course Jihoon does, and as soon as he demands, “Cum for me, now,” you feel the dam break and the euphoria flood you, the icy bite of release sharp and cutting, dousing all of the embers burning within you, leaving you to tremble and try to breathe through every last curl of his fingers. He’s still fucking you with them, but he’s slowed down, gentled his touch, eventually leaving them within you with his fingertips pressed right into that sensitive spongy spot inside. 

You feel like you’re floating, adrift, lost, until he releases your thigh and leans down over you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that feels starkly different from the rest. This one has purpose, it has meaning, it has heart, and the sheer longing you feel for him has tears welling up and bubbling out of the corners of your eyes, dripping down the sides of your face into your hair. 

When he pulls away, you can’t stop them, and soon enough, you’re bawling like a baby. Usually, Jihoon seems uncomfortable with your crying, but now, he just pulls his fingers out of you with a slick pop and wipes them off on the comforter, laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. 

He lets you cry on his chest for who knows how long, one hand rubbing comforting circles on your back and the other cupping the cheek not pressed to his pec, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers into the air when your sobs start to taper off, replaced by soft breaths in and out as you slowly drop into sleep. 

You know you’re in a nightmare. 

You’re sprinting through the night, pouring rain pounding the street and covering the sounds of your footsteps. There’s a car ahead of you and you know Jihoon is driving, and that’s what tips you off because Jihoon can’t drive. 

You’re running as fast as you can, but not fast enough, even though the car seems to be slowing down, the distance decreasing between it and you until you can maybe, maybe reach out and latch onto the bumper. You throw a hand out and your fingertips graze the fender, and then it speeds up and disappears from sight, leaving you alone in the darkness of the storm, water steadily rising until it covers your knees, your hips, your waist. You try to float but something is weighing you down, and just as the water surges above your head, you wake up. 

You blink rapidly in the dark, unfamiliar room, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you can feel it, though you start to calm down when you take in a deep breath and all you can smell is Jihoon. You pat around the bed for him but find you’re alone in the room, dread pooling in your stomach as you start to wonder where he is. 

You won’t be able to sleep again until you see him, until you know he won’t leave you behind like he did in the nightmare, so you clumsily roll out of bed, your limbs shaky and your thighs and pussy a bit tender from the way he handled you just a few hours ago. You stumble through the door, following the sound of soft snores to the living room, where Jihoon is spread out on the couch, barely covered in a blanket. 

A frown pinches his face, his brow tight with stress, and you want to smooth it out with your thumb, want to snuggle into the spaces left unoccupied, but you don’t want to wake him, and more than that, you don’t want to know if he’d push you away. 

You try to tell yourself that he just likes to sleep alone, that you were too warm for him to really rest, that him leaving has nothing to do with what happened.

Deep down, you know it has everything to do with what happened.  

You take in a shaky breath and exhale it quietly, praying he’ll stay asleep as you dig your phone out from between the couch cushions. He does, and you thank him for being such a deep sleeper before darting off to your room and checking your texts. 

There’s one from your bestie, asking for updates about the developing situation between you and Jihoon (you could keep it from anyone but her), and a text from Jun, telling you no worries at all and that he’d see you around, which only makes your heart feel heavier. 

Needing something to do, you strip Jihoon’s bed of the damp comforter and put it in the wash along with your shorts and panties, relying once again on his ability to sleep through anything. 

You numbly carry out your skincare routine before putting yourself to bed, laying awake reliving every moment in his bedroom from beginning to end, ready to admit to yourself that you’ve changed like you promised you wouldn’t.

That he’s not just a best friend to you anymore.

That you no longer want to be you and Jihoon but youandJihoon, with no spaces in between. 

That you might even be in- 

No, you’re not ready for that yet. 

You fall asleep eventually, and there are no more nightmares, but no more dreams either. 

Jihoon is pulling away, and you don’t know what to do. 

He doesn’t kiss you anymore, doesn’t cook with you anymore, doesn’t even watch TV with you anymore, even when you put on the anime you were powering through together. He just stays holed up in his room, keeps the door shut where it used to be open, coming out only to eat or go to the gym. 

You’re trying to shake it off, the grip that night still has on you, but it’s difficult when you have no idea what’s going on with Jihoon.

Does he regret it? Is it that he can’t even stand the sight of you? What if he hates you now? 

Those are the main questions that occupy your frazzled thoughts, though you fear with the way he’s behaving, you’ll never get an answer to them. 

Soon enough, you find you can barely stand to be in the apartment with the ghost of him, the reminder of his absence like a punch to the gut every single time you do something without him.

You start spending more time at your best friend’s place, her boyfriend happy to lend her to you so he can game more, though he steals her back every night before you force yourself to return home. 

When you do, you pass his closed door and tell yourself, you’re not in love with him, you’re not in love with him, you’re not in love with him, like a mantra. 

You don’t think it’s working.

Four weeks pass by in much the same fashion, and you’re on the verge of tearing your hair out and begging him on your knees to come back when he finally shows himself. 

You’re sitting in the kitchen alone, your comfort music playing on the smart speaker as you force yourself to eat even with your appetite all but gone. You hear his door open and freeze, torn between staying where you are to confront him and scurrying off to your room so you don’t have to see him. 

He appears before you can make that choice, his mouth drawn tight and his face shadowed. He hesitates in the doorway like he’s not sure if he’s allowed inside, and you’re mad at him, so fucking mad at him, but more than that, you miss him.

Miss his quiet humor and his cackle of a laugh and his sparkling eyes and his warm body. You miss having his shine on you, miss knowing that you’re his favorite, that he doesn’t treat anyone else the way he treats you, that you’re special. 

And fuck it, fuck everything, because you are in love with him. 

So you sigh and offer, “There’s more fried rice on the stove, if you’re hungry.”

It’s not an olive branch, but a lifeline, one you frantically toss into the treacherous sea that used to be your friendship, hoping he’ll take it and let you reel him back into your arms, into your life. 

He forces a smile, one that doesn’t meet his eyes or even his cheeks, just barely curling the corners of his mouth as he lumbers over. He walks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, your very own Atlas, though you’ve never known his strength to falter, not until now. 

He scoops up some rice into the bowl you still habitually leave out for him and joins you at the counter, sitting heavily on the stool across from you and starting to eat. He’s slow about it, as if his appetite is as minuscule as yours. You keep your eyes on your bowl, avoiding looking at the gauntness of his cheeks and the cut of his jawline and trying to work up the courage to ask him what the fuck is going on. 

An hour passes and you’ve finally finished eating, Jihoon taking both your bowl and his to the sink, quickly washing them and the utensils as you pack up the leftovers and store them in the fridge. You finish around the same time, and the chasm between you seems to widen ever further, the ledge you’re trapped on shrinking before your very eyes. 

He takes in a deep breath and clears his throat, and somehow, you just know he’s going to say something that will cleave your fragile heart in two. Something like ‘it was a mistake,’ or ‘we can’t do that again,’ or-

“I don’t think we should live together anymore.” 

Oh. Well, that’s infinitely worse. 

“Okay,” you say dazedly, for the third time since you started this with him, because once again, you have no other words. Also maybe because you wouldn’t be able to get anything else out with the way you’re swallowing back tears. 

“Okay?” He questions harshly, just a hint of life flowing back into him as his temper ignites. His brow furrows at you, his mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t know where to begin because there’s too much to say. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?” 

“What do you mean, what do I mean? What else do you want me to say?” You can’t help but raise your defenses, attempting to protect all the little fragments of your heart as they lay at his feet. 

“I want you to-,” he blinks rapidly, his face slowly turning red as he sputters, “Don’t you at least want to know why? We’ve lived together for three fucking years, I thought you’d care a little more.” 

“Don’t turn this around on me! Of course I fucking care,” you don’t mean to raise your voice, but you can’t believe his audacity, abandoning you for weeks on end and then expecting you to chase after him. “But I don’t know if I want to know why, because this already fucking hurts! It’s hurt for the past month. I mean, I literally cried myself to sleep on you and then woke up alone. And I’ve been alone every day since. How do you think that’s made me feel?” 

You don’t want to cry in front of him right now, not after what happened last time, but you can’t hold back the tears anymore, not when they’re burning behind your eyes and closing up your throat. 

“I was trying to protect you, I still am,” he claims desperately, softening at your words and the sight of your watering eyes. “I can’t be what you need.” 

“I don’t need you to be anything but my best friend,” you whisper brokenly, lying through your teeth in an effort to keep him here, keep him close. 

“That’s the problem.” 

He sounds like he’s pleading for you to understand, to find the hidden meaning in his words, but you’re too worked up, too on edge and hurt to make sense of anything. 

“How is that a problem? You made me promise nothing would change, that we’d still be us, and now me wanting you to be my best friend is a problem?” 

“Well, I’m sorry but I didn’t think I would fucking fall in love with you!” He all but shouts, his eyes wide and his chest heaving before he sucks in a shuddering breath and takes a step back, running a hand through his messy hair and looking away from you. 

His words ring in your ears, blending together into a jumble of sounds that you can’t parse through, until you’re not sure he even uttered them at all. 

“Say that again?” You request quietly, feeling a bit out of your body, a bit out of your mind. 

“Don’t make me, please, not when you don’t-,” he stops himself like he can’t bear to speak the words. 

So he really did say it. 

“And how do you know I don’t? Did you ever even think to ask before trying to take yourself out of my life?” You whisper with exhaustion and misery, wounded feelings warring with the hope attempting to blossom within you. 

Jihoon seems stunned at your questions, like he really, truly was certain you didn’t love him back. 

“Were you protecting me, or yourself?” You have to ask, if only to make him realize what seems so obvious to you. 

“Maybe… maybe both,” he bites his lips and looks away, crossing his arms over his chest as his shoulders tense with what you assume is regret and perhaps a little embarrassment. That’s not why you asked him those things, and you can’t bear to see him so closed off to you still, not now that you know how he feels. 

“Jihoon, I didn’t expect to fall in love with you either, but I did. Like, after the first kiss, if I’m being honest,” you laugh weakly at yourself, hoping to put him more at ease. 

“You did?” He asks cautiously, waiting for your nod to let some of the tension in his shoulders go. 

You take a step toward him and then another, and another, until you’re close enough to grip both of his arms and unfold them. 

He lets you, his gaze back on your face, something like pained wonderment in his eyes as you tuck his arms around your waist and cup his cheeks. You lean in, your lips just inches from his, and whisper, “Kiss me like you love me?” 

“Should be easy enough,” he whispers back before pressing his mouth to yours gently, reverently, his hands careful on your back as he tugs you closer. This kiss reminds you of the last one you shared, the one that made you sob yourself to sleep, but this time, there’s no longing involved, no sadness, because this time, you know he’s yours. 

He pulls away before you’re ready, but you release his cheeks and let him go, love-tinged surprise bursting in you when he holds you tighter and pulls you into a hug. He buries his face in your neck and you twine your arms around his, one hand sinking into his hair to scratch at his scalp and the other rubbing his back as he breathes you in. 

You’re always the one seeking affection, the one reaching for him, and you feel the cracks in your fractured heart start to seal back up as he whispers into your skin, “I love you, so fucking much.”

“I love you more,” you murmur, laughing freely when he pulls back and says, “Don’t even start, you know I’ll win.” 

“Yeah, because you fight dirty,” you tease, giggling until he promises, “Baby, you have no idea.” 

He claims your lips in a deep, ardent kiss, one that soon makes your knees weak and your thoughts turn to stardust in your head. One of his hands rises to the nape of your neck, holding you to him and controlling the angle so he can kiss you how he wants. The other drops to your hip, pushing you against the counter as he knocks your legs apart with a knee and fills the space in between with his body. 

You gasp into his mouth and he slips his tongue inside of yours, a rumbling groan vibrating into your lips when your fingers clench in his hair. It’s so soft and his body is so hard, the dichotomy of the sensations stealing your breath as he pushes himself against you, grinding his thickening bulge into your thinly covered core. 

You’re wearing those blasted pajama shorts again but of course it’s laundry day so they’re the only layer covering your center, and almost embarrassingly rapidly, you feel them dampening. You don’t know if Jihoon can feel it too but he’ll notice soon enough, and you can already picture the pleased smirk that’ll stretch his lips when he realizes how wet you’ve gotten for him. 

It’s not your fault though, he’s so hot and you love him so much and he still hasn’t fucked you. It’s been four weeks since he touched you, and when you weren’t battling through nightmares, you were stuck in dreams of him touching you more. You still couldn’t conjure the feeling of his cock, or even the look of it, and deep below the raincloud of loneliness that’s been following you, there was a hunger, a yearning, a desperation to finally know him in this way. 

Unable to stand it any longer, you break the kiss and summon your courage to pant, “Please fuck me, Jihoon.”

You expect him to tease you, to draw this out until you’re really begging, but he just releases you and takes your hand, dragging you behind him to his bedroom. When he pulls you through the doorway, you gasp at the sight that greets you, piles of clothes on the floor and sheet music and scrawled lyrics taped to nearly every free inch of the walls. 

He’s normally clean, meticulous, about both his music and his space, and part of you feels sad, sorry that he’s been affected this much, but another part of you feels relieved that he’s suffered just like you have. The rest of you feels ravenous, and that’s what you focus on as he rips off his shirt and reaches for yours, his eyes hot on your breasts when they’re revealed to him. 

His hands cover them immediately, cupping to test the weight of them and squeezing to feel the give, his thumbs rubbing circles around your nipples until they pucker for him. A shiver rolls through you as he ducks his head to suck one into his hot, wet mouth, groans vibrating against your skin like he loves the taste of you. He moves over to the other side, nipping at the bud and laving his tongue over it, his fingers pinching and pulling the one that’s still spit-slick. 

When he pops off and brings his eyes back to yours, they’re deep, dark, covetous, and you’re so hypnotized by his stare that you don’t even notice he’s wrapped his arms around your waist until he lifts you and drops you onto his bed. 

You land on your back, your breath exiting your lungs in a whoosh, knocked out by his rough handling, the action only making you feel hotter for him. He doesn’t give you much time to recover, his fingers tucking in the hem of your shorts and starting to pull them down. You have enough wherewithal to lift your hips for him this time, and when he tosses them aside, you don’t even wait for him to tell you what to do, you just rest your hands above your head, spread your legs, and let him see the mess he’s made of you. 

“Fuck,” he gasps out, climbing onto the bed and settling on his stomach between your thighs, his head turning and his teeth latching onto the sensitive skin along the inside. It stings but you love the ache, hope you’ll bear the indentations for days after, though you know he’ll just replace them when they fade away. 

He releases you when he’s satisfied, licking over the dents to soothe the burn before pressing his hands to the backs of your thighs and lifting them onto his shoulders. His eyes meet yours just as he leans forward and drags his tongue from cunt to clit, the fire in them sparking brighter when you buck into his mouth and whine sharply. 

His thumbs come up to spread your pussy apart and then he’s on you, sucking, nibbling, biting, relearning every fold and contour of your cunt with apt attention. His tongue darts inside, tasting you at the source, and the groan that escapes him reverberates through your whole body, making your thighs squeeze around his head. 

He moves his hands, one wrapping tight around your thigh and pulling it to the side to give him more room, the other shifting down to pet at your entrance. He lets you take in one breath before he starts to sink two fingers inside of you, pushing at your walls to make space until his knuckles are flush with your cunt. 

You can feel yourself fluttering around his digits, the fullness blissful and the warmth comforting, and you almost think you have a hope of lasting more than a few minutes until his lips wrap around your clit and his fingers curl. 

How he can pinpoint your g-spot after just one encounter, you don’t know, but all you can do is hold tight to the sheets beneath your hands and try not to scream as he builds up his rhythm. It’s fast, staccato, his fingers tapping into that spongy spot over and over, your arousal so abundant it’s seeping out of you. 

He works in a third finger, and that’s when you know it’s over, the stretch of your inner muscles around him immaculate as he grinds his fingertips into your front wall, playing you like an instrument and drawing the orgasm out of you as if he’s conducting an orchestra. 

His mouth is nowhere near as graceful, the pulse of his lips around your clit erratic and hurried, his mouth opening wider every so often to gather more of your arousal on his tongue and swallow it down. 

The difference in sensations is what sends you careening over the edge, freefalling through the clouds of euphoria until Jihoon rips himself away from you and yanks you back down to earth. 

“Fuck, I have to be inside of you,” he slurs, his face red and his eyes hazy. He lowers your thighs to the bed and sits up on his knees, licking around his glossy lips to chase the taste of you as he pushes his shorts and underwear down enough to free his dick. 

Your eyes fly to it immediately, desperate to get your first look, and when it bobs in the air, a pearl of precum dripping from the head down the shaft, you almost want to cry. 

You didn’t think dicks could be pretty but Jihoon’s is fucking gorgeous; thick and long enough to make you ache tomorrow, lightly pink toned until the head where it’s red and blushed, the entire thing so hard you feel your core throb just at the thought of having it inside of you. 

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, need clear in your voice as you watch him crawl toward you. 

He doesn’t stretch himself out on top of you like you expect, instead laying on his side next to you and sliding the arm closest to you under your back, gathering your legs with his other arm so you’re bundled up against his chest. You can’t help but wrap your own arms around him, holding him to you for both stability and comfort, your eyes caught on his as he looks down at you. 

You love feeling so close to him after so many weeks apart, love being surrounded by him and held by him, love feeling his heart beating and his lungs expanding against you, evidence that he’s alive and he’s here with you. 

“Line me up, baby. I’ll do the rest,” he murmurs low in your ear, and you obey as if you’re under his spell, reaching around your legs to take hold of his perfect cock and align it with your entrance. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, just as he starts to push inside, and you know he said it then so he could feel how your pussy responds to him but you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when his face flushes with pleasure, his brows pushing together and his mouth falling open as he carves a path inside of you that’s just for him to tread, just for him to own. He feels like magic inside of you, the way he fills you to the brim and warms you from the inside out, the way you finally feel complete, like he’s the last piece to your puzzle. 

He’s still for a few trembling seconds, and you can’t tell if he’s letting you get used to him or if he’s trying to keep from cumming, but either way, you want to torment him, just a little. 

So you squeeze your inner muscles around him, luxuriating in the tightening of his hands on you and the swear he grits out, his eyes flashing heatedly at you as he draws his hips back and shoves them forward. 

The loss of him makes you whine but the sudden fullness makes you keen, your cheeks heating at the sound of him bottoming out inside of you, the squelch that follows making him smirk. He can’t hold it for long, not when he gives you one testing thrust, then a second, then a third, and you cry out for him every single time. 

You’re responsive in bed, you knew this already, but you never thought you’d be this loud, this wet, this pliant for him. All you want to do is lay here in his arms and let him fuck you how he wants, use you how he wants, take you how he wants, letting him know with your voice and your pussy just how much you love every single second. 

You don’t want to think, or call the shots, or make decisions, not when you know you don’t need to with him, and suddenly you remember him saying, “You like being treated like the pretty little princess you are,” and fuck, he was right. 

Jihoon must see it in your eyes, how the submission has taken over, because he coos and presses his lips to your cheek, still fucking in and out of you as he says, “You are my good girl, aren’t you?” 

You manage to nod and whine, “Wanna be your best girl.” 

His face softens even as his thrusts don’t, his voice gentle as he says, “You already are, baby. You’re my best girl and my only girl, okay? So don’t worry your pretty little head with anything, I’ll take care of you.” 

That’s enough to have you tearing up again, this time in relief and rapture. He doesn’t miss a beat, kisses away the saltwater as it dots your cheeks and continues to sink into you so deeply, it’s like you can feel him in your guts. 

Pleasure starts to spool up inside of you, scorching twine coiling tighter and tighter and tighter, moans and whimpers continuously escaping your parted lips as you feel a rush of molten gold surge through your veins, your pussy fluttering and then clamping down on him. 

He shudders out a groan and fucks you through it, the friction on your rippling walls sublime, elongating your ecstasy until he finally breaks with you, filling you with a burst of warmth as his white hot cum coats the depths of you, starting to gather around your entrance when it has nowhere left to go. 

You pant, trying to catch your breath and gather what little wits remain as he tucks his legs up beneath your thighs, removing the arm bolstering them and bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.

Your tears are starting to dry up as you slowly come back to yourself, and he brushes the remnants away, whispering soothing, affectionate words to you.

He tells you how much he's missed you, how sorry he is for shutting you out, for leaving you alone. He tells you how he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you, how everything he's written for the past month has either been a love song or a breakup song, how all of them made him cry too much to record a guide so sorry, baby, but you can't listen to any yet.

Then he tells you that he loves you, that you never have to worry about being alone again, that he'll be with you for the rest of your life.

So when he carefully reclaims his arms, kisses your temple and slowly pulls out before climbing off the bed, you don’t panic, because you know that he’s not leaving leaving, that he’ll come back to you this time. 

And when he does, a warm, damp washcloth in one hand and your water bottle in the other, you feel a bone-deep love settle into you, one that you know is here to stay. 

AN: shamelessly self indulgent, reader is me i am reader

thank you for reading, i know this was a long one!

pls lmk your thoughts i am desperate to know 😩

this is the longest oneshot i've ever written but i really wanted to have a complete narrative and im so happy with it but also nervous to share it 🥹

inspired by pretty please by dua lipa but became a beast of its own

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Hidden Gems by Lokifan

An altar for Lokifan is just another thing I have in common with @tackytigerfic. I’ve been a fan of their work for so long I basically devoured all that smutty catalogue a few years ago, and now I can’t pick only five favourites. All of them push my buttons when it comes to self-indulgent smut and I could wax poetry about the clever banter, the brilliant characterization, the lush and unapologetic filthy sex. I particularly love how they write D/s and kink exploration, it feels both organic and realistic. Sometimes it’s hard to believe a short PWP could be that hot while displaying a fascinating character study. I love it when smut help us discover and navigate the characters’ essence and dynamics.

As a nsfw enthusiast I felt the urge to highlight Lokifan’s skills in writing est relationships hand in hand with kinky sex, not to mention those delicious rare pairs - their Dron fics are the first ones I’ve read that made me see the potential there. Lastly, please note there is some non-con in this list - considering I rarely go there this is a testament to Lokifan’s talent and range. Their writing is so immersive I caught myself reading ships and takes I was totally unfamiliar with. If I could rec their 95 (!!!) HP works in detail I would - you can check them all here - so this is a humble personal selection for your pleasure I mean, appreciation lol. Happy Friday!

Drarry

Aftershocks (2016, E, 1.4k) - est relationship, Dom Harry, fingerfucking, dirty talk

Harry’s favourite time to finger Draco is right after sex.

Hung Parliament (2013, E, 1.7k) - British Politics & Spanking, a classic! 🍑

Politics make Harry want to smack someone. Luckily, he has Draco there to be smacked.

Student Digs (2016, E, 4k) - est relationship, banter, D/s dynamics, spanking, first person POV

Harry’s living in *student accommodation*. Just the phrase makes Draco shudder. Read my rec here.

Making A Politician Shut Up: A Lover’s Guide (2012, E, 7.5k) - subspace, humiliation, orgasm denial

Draco is the youngest member of the Wizengamot; being a politician has not made him less likely to run his mouth. Harry would just like one damn shag - evening - without Draco running his mouth.

Utter Cockslut (A Worthy Cause) (2016, E, 7.5k) - the only gang bang you’ll ever need: established relationship, bondage, D/s dynamics, aftercare, Draco/others including some delicious Dron! All-time fave 🔥

Harry sells Draco’s arse to all comers for a night. After all, it’s for a very worthy cause. Fluffier than it sounds. Read my rec here.

Rare pairs

No Talking In The Library (Quiet Coming Is Permitted) (2013, E, 2.2k) - established Dron, library sex, silence kink, secret relationship

Eighth-year. Ron and Draco, hiding their relationship, meet in the library for some private time. Draco just can’t keep quiet. Warnings: inappropriate use of "silencio".

Skanc Alley (2016, E, 2.6k) - est relationship Dron: sex worker role play, kink exploration, dirty talk, D/s

Ron wants to roleplay him having rentboy!Draco. Draco doesn’t get it. Read my rec here.

Sanctuary (2012, E, 3.8k) - gorgeous Harry/Draco/Bill: threesome, bondage, comfort sex

When Harry goes to them, he isn’t running away from the bleak, lonely parts of life any more. He’s running towards something better.

You've Been Had (2016, E, 4k) - non-con Fred/Draco/George. Dark fic, hate sex, humiliation, silencio as a gag. The only reason why this fic is here is the twins’ superb characterization 👌🏼

George and Harry might have smacked Malfoy around after that Quidditch match, but thanks to Umbridge, he still needs putting in his place. Read my rec here.

Uncle Charlie series (2014, E, 5k) - dirtybadwrong Charlie/Lucy Weasley. See you in hell. Cw: incest, non-con

After an unplanned moment alone, Charlie needs to check his niece over for evidence she ‘slipped’ with her fiance. As part of his chaperone duties, of course.

#hidden gems #day 15

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Room For Rent, Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, reader is drugged, somophilia, fingering/fingerfucking, masturbation, cum play, illegal consumption of alcohol.

“Well, it’s nice that you got along with Sammy,” Ari smiled to his roommate as she took another sip of her wine. It was Saturday night and the two of them had celebrated the end of the sabbath by way of a hot meal and a movie with some wine. She leaned her head against his chest and nestled into his arms as the movie played out. She shrugged and Ari looked at her, “what? Did he do something to upset you, little dove?”

“No, no. Sammy is sweet. I just, I don’t know, I just wish that we got to spend more of the weekend together last weekend,” she shrugged. She bit her lip and sat up, moving away from Ari. She put the wine glass down on the coffee table and Ari watched her as she looked like she was overthinking what she was trying to say out loud, “is that a weird thing to say? I feel like that’s a weird thing to say to a roommate!”

“I don’t think it’s weird.”

She looked at Ari, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Swallowing, she bit her lip again, “I-I just. I don’t know. I feel like we really connect, and I like living here. My week goes by so quickly when I think of how we get to hang out on Friday and Saturday nights. We have a lot in common, and I really like that.”

Ari smiled, his hand reaching out to her cheek, “I feel the same way, little dove…but we still have tomorrow. The weekend isn’t over yet.”

“You’re right,” she smiled softly, “we do have tomorrow afternoon. We could check out that new art installation or go hiking on the trail that we were talking about last weekend.”

“What about tomorrow night?” Ari asked with a smile, “I could treat you to a nice dinner in the city. There’s a restaurant that opened a few blocks from the embassy that a few of the ambassadors have already sworn by.”

“Oh,” she blushed, biting her cheek, “w-well I would love to…but I can’t…I-I have a date tomorrow night.”

“A date?”

Ari repeated the foreign word. It seemed dirty coming out of her mouth, especially since he knew that he wasn’t the date she was referring to. But she nodded nonetheless, “t-there’s this guy on campus, and well. He’s been bugging me this week, and all last wee-“

“If he’s bugging you, I can take care of it,” Ari said quickly, cutting her off. He suddenly felt a need to protect her, to shelter her from the man that had wanted to take her out, “Shiloh…he’s not pressuring you, is he? This guy, I-“

“Ari,” she said quickly, cutting off his ramblings, “It’s fine…I swear. Derek is a nice guy…I shouldn’t have said that he was harassing me. That’s not the right words…”

“You have my number, right?” he asked, his mind racing a million miles a minute, “if anything happens, I-“

“Ari,” she whimpered quickly pulling his face into her hands. He stopped talking, her small hands capturing him in his moment of frenzy. He stared into her eyes as his blue-green flecked orbs stared back at her, “I’ll be fine…I need you to breathe.”

She gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded, feeling the nervousness bubbling up in his chest. He didn’t want to relax, but something about her hands holding him made him want to do just that. But it also made him want to lay claim to her.

She was his.

Not this Derek kid’s girlfriend. He shouldn’t have even asked her on a date. She’s too sweet. Too innocent to be dating some random frat boy at the college. But then Ari felt the twitching in his sweatpants that reminded him of last weekend. How her little hand was wrapped around his cock. How her cunt was eagerly arching to meet his lips. How her pussy fluttered around nothing as he had her coming apart on his fingers, without even ever knowing it.

“You’re right,” he sighed, his eyes finally falling away from hers. He bit his own lip as he looked to the coffee table, where her wine was mostly untouched, “I’m overreacting…”

“I think it’s sweet that you worry about me,” she smiled, offering a compliment to the man. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, “my brave lion. My knight in shining armor.”

Ari took a breath to himself before looking back up at her, “we just need to relax and unwind more…right? A date with a guy is part of the college experience…so tell me all about him? I’ll grab another beer. Get you some fresh wine…”

“Yeah,” she nodded sweetly, removing her hands from the older man, “that sounds good, Ari…”

He smiled, taking the wine glass and empty beer bottle with him. As he went to grab the wine from the fridge, his other hand reached for the drawer, pulling it open, and grabbing the powder that was sealed in the false bottom of the drawer. Putting in a bit of a heavier dose, he made sure to pour the wine and re-hide the drugs quickly.

If she was going on a date tomorrow, then tonight he was going to leave her pliant enough for himself so that the only thing she would be thinking of the rest of the weekend was his cock. As he walked back out to the living room, he handed her the glass, and took a sip from his new beer. Then with a serious look he turned to her, “at least tell me that if things go well, you’ll use protection, little dove? You don’t want to go ruining your college experience by having an unplanned pregnancy…”

She blushed as she nearly choked on her wine, “Ari!”

“I’m sorry,” he said slowly, his face screwing up slightly as he mentally slapped himself for the bluntness of the question, “I just…I want to know that you’ll be safe in every sense of the word. Are you at least on birth control?”

She blushed once more, taking a sip of the wine, “Ar-“

“Little dove,” he sighed. She looked at him and she could see the nervousness in her eyes as she shook her head, “Shiloh.”

“I-I won’t be having sex with him,” she said simply, continuing to shake her head, “I-I may not be a virgin, but I’m no whore either. When I have sex with someone, I want it to mean something.”

“And with him?”

“He doesn’t mean anything to me, Ari…I’m just going out on the date, so he’ll see I’m nothing special then leave me alone.”

Ari frowned, “Little dove…you are so much more special than you know.”

It didn’t take long for the drugs to kick in. Just like last time. Only, she hadn’t openly flirted with Ari as he carried her back to her room. Instead, once there, he gently placed her on the bed. Ari was quick to undress her.

The two of them had spent most of the night discussing her date, Derek, and how tomorrow evening he was taking her out, to a gastropub, despite her not being of legal drinking age.

Fucking creep.

Ari knew that it was hypocritical to think like that. Here they were behind the closed doors of his home, and he was not only drugging her, but giving her alcohol, and touching her. But he also knew that she had some type of feelings for him, because last weekend, it was his name that she was moaning in her sleep. This Derek kid wasn’t having his name come across her lips in her sleep. It was his.

And it was his head between her thighs. And his hand that caused her to cum all over her bed.

But he couldn’t hold himself back, knowing just how out of it she truly was. He’d given her a little extra, and she was truly out. Her body was still responsive as ever, as he could feel the dampness between her thighs. As he pulled down her sleep shorts, he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He both cursed, and thanked god as he slipped her doll like figure out of the sleep shirt as well.

He managed to stifle a groan at the sight of her completely naked form on her bed, but his cock was getting much too eager. It strained against the confines of the sweats, wanting to be just as free as the woman before him. Licking his lips, he pulled off his shirt, and slid his sweats and boxers off of himself. His cock sprang up, hitting his stomach with a heavy thud.

“I want to taste every part of you, my little dove.” he purred, his body hovering over her. The bed dipped ever so slightly, as he let some of his weight rest upon it, his body leaning against hers. He groaned as the tip of his cock brushed the softness of her thigh, but he continued forward until his lips met her own.

She tasted sweet, like the merlot he’d given her. He was a little saddened by the fact that her lips didn’t respond to his kiss, but he continued on anyways, allowing his tongue to slide into her mouth as his cock began rubbing up against her folds. Her juices slowly began to cover his cock as he rutted against her. His pre-cum mixed with her own juices, and he slowly sucked on her bottom lip. He released another groan as his cock glided along her folds, coating itself in the slick between her thighs. This time, he didn’t mind that she didn’t physically respond with her own cute little whimpers. He knew that she was dreaming of him.

“My perfect little dove,” he moaned, trailing kisses along her jaw, “gonna make you mine, one day…but for right now, we’re gonna make each other feel good…okay?”

He reached his hand down, and grabbed onto her smaller one, and began to wrap it around his cock. He continued to pepper light kisses against her jaw and neck, making her hand move up and down his shaft. It didn’t take long until he spilled himself all over her cunt. Thick white ropes shot out of him, and he smiled. It looked like a creamy drizzle across the trimmed patch of her mound that was slowly dripping between her folds.

“Fuck, little dove,” he whimpered, allowing her hand to fall away from his own. He pressed a firm kiss to her lips as he slid down her body, watching his cum run its course down her cunt. It glazed her swollen pearl, and Ari smiled looking back up to her sleeping face, “you look so perfect like this, dove…I wish I could take pictures…but I can’t do that. You know what we are gonna do though? We’re not gonna waste a drop of this…now are we…gonna mark you up as mine. Let that little frat boy know who you belong to…that way even if he does make it this far, you’ve already been claimed by me…already leaking me from that pretty little cunt.”

His fingers were quick to scoop up what cum was left on the top of her mound, before sliding between her folds. He smiled at how pliant she was. How her core was soaked, ready and waiting for him. Her body was craving his touch whether she was fully aware of it or not.

Ari watched in awe as his cum lubricated her folds even more, making her already wet core sticky with himself. But that’s not where he wanted his cum to stop. He gathered all that he could, and slowly stuck the two fingers that had scooped away his cum into her.

He groaned happily. Her pussy was so tight. He knew that she wasn’t a virgin from their earlier conversations, but part of him wondered if she had said that just so that he wouldn’t think any less of her. She was impossibly tight around his two fingers, even with his cum and her juices lubricating her. His mind wandered to how she would feel one day as she gripped his cock with that tight little cunt. He growled, as his fingers scissored into her core. And it wasn’t far after where he added a third finger, and his digits were fucking his cum deep into her cunt.

Her own body continued to provide lubrication, and Ari hummed appreciatively. He kissed her inner thigh, giving light little nips as he went. And he nearly came again when he felt her cunt seizing around his fingers. He gripped her thigh tight to stop his own release momentarily. Pulling out his fingers, he decided that he truly wasn’t going to waste a drop. He slid the top half of her carefully off the bed, but left her lower half propped up so that gravity would keep him inside of her. Then, he gently cupped his three fingers, opening her back up. And he cupped them slightly, so that when his other hand went to allow himself to release, the three digits caught it, and funneled itself right into her waiting cunt.

“That’s right, my little dove,” he purred as he watched her cunt hungrily take his seed, “you take everything I give you…every fucking drop. That fucking frat boy won’t get this beautiful cunt. I own it. This is your brave lion’s cunt…and he wants you to have every drop of him, baby.”

And then when he came down, he fucked that into her with his digits as well before calling it a night. He waited for a while, just to make sure that he’d given his cum enough time to truly be deep inside of her, before redressing her, but then quickly tucked her back into bed, placing a delicate kiss to her temple.

Chapter 6

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Happy Friday! Welcome to this week’s Fanfiction Friday! Thank you to those who submitted these fantastic works for this week’s Fanfiction Friday. Let’s celebrate these wonderful works that you can all read while in quarantine! Please stay safe!

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A Case In Need: A Night In

TW/CW: NSFW, violence (not against us) and general dirty talk. 

You and Ren had spent the remainder of the week working on an upcoming criminal case without issue. He had made no mention of the encounter you shared with Rey and didn’t try anything sexual with you aside from simple brushes against your thigh or the small of your back while in passing. In reality, it was like almost nothing had happened between the two of you. 

But you knew. He knew. And that was enough to have you sink into a bottomless pit of guilt every night when you went home from work. How amazing it had felt when he touched you, caressed you, kissed you, fucked you. You couldn’t forget, no matter how heartbreaking it was to look at his sweet wife minutes after being impaled by his cock. She had no idea and it was killing you that you wanted his attention still. 

By the time Friday had come you felt like you had just dreamt the whole affair with Ren, you were packing up your bags in his office when you heard the door shut and lock behind your back. 

“How was your first week?” 

Ren. Of course it was him, he had barely spoken to you outside of prepping and you had hoped to keep it that way. 

You cleared your throat, “It was fine, I felt like I learned a lot.” 

“Oh did you?” 

Silence. 

“What did you learn might I ask?”

You set your bag down in your chair and turned to face him. 

Fuck he was handsome, he was dressed in a dark navy blue suit that hugged his frame perfectly. Everything he wore was coordinated, all the way down to his watch. You even noticed he had a little 5’oclock shadow coming in today, which made his face even more attractive. A small part of you was screaming to stop looking at him like that, he was married for god sake. But the louder and albeit dumber part of your brain wanted to play with fire. 

“Angel, are you going to answer me?” 

You melted. It had been so long since he had called you that. You had been replaying it over and over in your head every night as you masturbated to the thought of him. Wishing his mouth was the one bringing you to ecstasy instead of your vibrator shoved between your legs. Letting out a soft whimper you sat down at the edge of the chair and looked back at him. 

“I learned,” you gulped, “that you’re married, Mr. Ren.” 

“Hmm.” he started closing in on you, his hands clasped behind his back, dropping his voice dangerously low, “What else did you learn Angel?”

“I learned,” taking in a deep breath, “I learned that you’ve been a bad boy.” 

Ren chuckled and came in front of you, bending at his hips to be at eye level. His hands came around and caressed your cheeks.

“A bad boy?”

“Yes. A very bad boy.”

His lips brushed over yours while his fingers raked through your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure of them against your scalp. You accidentally let out a moan in response to his pets and he took that as an in. Rens lips crushed yours and began licking away for entry, rubbing his hands over your cheeks and hair, he moaned when your mouth opened to accept him. Your hands slithered up to his hair and tugged on the length, as he moaned into you. Both of you were swapping saliva and moans before Ren dropped one hand to your legs. 

“May I, Angel?”

You nodded in response and Ren dropped to his knees in front of you, spreading your knees and pulling your hips to the edge of the chair. Two hands snaked up your thighs and pushed your skirt to your hips. Hooking his fingers into your panties, he ripped them to the floor and began kissing up your right leg. Slowly and carefully caressing all the way up to your waiting core, until he switched sides and began kissing up the opposite leg. You were throbbing in anticipation, hoping that he would finally pay attention to your center. 

After kissing up to your thighs he brought your core to his mouth, harshly exhaling on the folds, clenching from his breath ghosting your folds. Glancing up to you he spoke, “Do bad boys get to eat your little pussy?” 

“I don’t know if you deserve it, Mr. Ren…”

“Hmm,” he dug his thumbs to your center, spreading your folds out in front of him, “Are you sure about that?”

You watched as his eyes were devouring your cunt, you were sure you could come just from the closeness of his face alone. Swallowing slowly you thought about what Ren could do to be a good boy, clearly, he was doing so many naughty things. But you also were playing right in his hands and it was clear he wanted you. 

“Angel, don’t make me ask twice.” 

You opened your mouth to respond to him but were interrupted by a hand smacking down on your pussy. Lurching forward you tried to push Ren away, tears flowing down your cheeks as you cried at his hit. “I don’t think you understand how bad I can be, Angel,” leaning down he kissed your folds, “So I suggest you take what I give you.”

At that he smacked your pussy again, hitting it in the right way to make your clit buzz from the sudden shock. Your scream turned into a moan as Ren began licking and sucking at your folds. Trying to memorize each piece to his memory. He was drinking down every juice that flowed out of you, his nose pressing onto your clit. Pulling away from your entrance he shoved two fingers in before diving towards your clit. Biting and sucking at it without relenting, making your squirm in your seat, begging for more. 

“Your moans are music to my ears, Angel.”

Ren was pressing his fingers as far as they could go inside you, in and out of your hole, stretching you for what was to come. He didn’t break eye contact with you, just staring at your pleasure crumpled face as he fingerfucked you. Suddenly he pulled away earning a whine from you. 

“Please Mr. Ren, I need more.”

“Oh I know you do,” he was up on his feet trying to quickly unbuckle his pants, “I can’t wait to sink into your tight pussy.”

He eagerly lined himself up and plunged in without any warning. Ren moaned into your shoulder before he started his pace, placing his hands on your hips to help anchor to your core. You were bouncing against the chair, clawing at his back and crying out for more. Ren’s lips crashed into yours and the two of you drank in each other’s pleasure, one of his hands dropped to your stomach and began pressing down. 

“Do you feel that, Angel?” he growled in your ear, “That’s my fat cock in you, ruining your pussy for anyone else.” 

Your eyes rolled back at his words, you wanted him to ruin you, you knew no one else could do this for you. He grasped one of your hands and placed it below his on your stomach, fucking into you harder. 

“Tell me what you feel, Angel.” 

Your mind was blank, all you could feel was the clenching of your pussy around his cock, punishing you with his brutal pace. 

“I feel your cock,” you swallowed thickly, pressing your hand down harder as he fucked your cunt harder, “You’re fucking me so deep Ren, please don’t stop.”

“You don’t want me to stop destroying your pussy?”

“Be a good boy and don’t stop. Please, Ren.”

Your begging turned into sobs when he started rubbing your clit, hurling you towards orgasm with each circle. 

“Yes, cum for me Angel, let me feel it.”

You fell forward and cried into his shoulder as it hit. Clenching around his cock you were gushing from his pace, nothing could stop you. The sensations of him deep in your gut was enough to make you blackout. Ren himself was moaning as you came down from your high.

His thrusts started to lose their rhythm until you felt it. His hot cum was pouring out of his cock into you. Pumping you full of his juices while he rested his forehead against yours. Staying there until he felt like he was spent from your cunt. As he pulled out he watched his cum fall down onto the floor below, wiping it with his fingers before pushing it back into you. 

“This stays in here, Angel. When I call you tonight you better still have my cum inside you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Ren.”

He got up and tucked himself away before moving to sit at his desk. He had already checked out from the moment of passion the two of you had just been locked into. Leaving you swimming in a sea of emotions as you picked up your panties and slipped them on, careful to not lose any of his cum. 

“Have a nice weekend Miss (Y/N).”

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Finn and Rose had burst into your apartment at 7:30. Armed with bottles of wine and plenty of snacks for your weekly ‘wine and cheese’ time. A tradition all three of you had started when you met years ago and after your first week working for Kylo Ren, you needed a stiff drink. Everyone gathered around the coffee table in your living room before the questions started. 

“So (Y/N),” Finn took a swing from the bottle and set it down before staring at you, “find any jobs yet?” You choked on a cracker, shit, you hadn’t told them you started working for the First Order. Finn was not going to be pleased, he had hated his time and always vowed to never to stoop to their levels to win cases. He thought all of them were bastards that didn’t deserve licenses to practice. You wondered if he knew Ren or if he had joined the firm after Finn’s time…

“Earth to (Y/N), did you get a job?” 

“Oh, um yeah.”

“Ooo where at?” Rose chimed in. 

A deep breath, “At the First Order.” 

Silence. 

Finn was staring at the plate of cheese in front of him, Rose’s eyes were flitting back and forth between you and Finn. You could tell he was trying to keep it together. 

“What?” 

“I’m a paralegal, working under one of the lawyers there.”

“Who?”

You didn’t answer, you could feel his gaze, he knew something about Ren. Something that he wanted to hide from you. You looked over at Rose who was chugging from the bottle in an effort to stay out of it. 

“(Y/N). What. Lawyer.”

“Kylo Ren.”

Finn shot up and yelled/screamed at the top of his lungs. 

“WHAT!?” He started pacing, “I told you not to work for those people (Y/N), they are bad, and that man is the worst of them.” 

“You don’t know that Finn, I’ve spent the week with him and he’s been-”

“That’s just because he’s trying to get in your pants (Y/N)!”

You froze. There was no way Finn could know that you and Ren had been having an affair, you wouldn’t even call it an affair. It was like an attraction that you couldn’t stop, your bodies were drawn together, aching for release from one another. The thought of Ren sent you over the edge, remembering his words even just from this evening to answer the phone when he called. The two of you never spoke about what you did outside of the moments of passion so it was clear that Ren wasn’t making you his ‘mistress’ it just seemed like if he had the chance he would fuck you and if not he would leave you alone, no arrangement, no nothing. 

“(Y/N) did you not hear me?” 

You snapped up from the floor and met Finn’s eye line, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Finn, Ren has been nothing but nice to me this week, hasn’t even made a-”

“You know he’s married right?”

You narrowed your eyes at that, “Of course I know Finn. I’ve met her.”

Finn took a deep breath and reached up to grab your shoulders, “Have I ever told you why I left the First Order?”

“Yeah, you told us that you didn’t like working for them and wanted to help real people.” 

Rose let out a sigh, you shot a look over to her. Did she know something you didn’t? Finn had told you for years he left because of an issue between him and one of the lawyers there but never gave you the details, could the lawyer in question be Ren? “Sit down, I need to tell you the truth…” 

You sat down and waited for Finn reaching for your glass of wine, Rose had grabbed your hand and squeezed it for reassurance. 

“So when I worked there, I was a lawyer with Ren,” a big swig, “and things were great. We worked well together, I would even call him a friend at the time.” Finn let out a sigh, “But then I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see and he turned on me.” You gulped, what did that mean? Ren seemed like a reserved man, scary looking, but you never thought the demeanor he had was real danger. 

“I walked in on him and our paralegal having sex in his office, like a week after his wedding to Rey.” You gasped, Rose’s grip tightened in your hand, Ren had fucked his other paralegals? Were you a pawn in his little game or was he just so sex-starved that he threw himself at any woman other than his wife? 

“I ran out of there and tried to process what I saw when he caught me and threw me against the wall,” Finn started to tear up, “He told me that under no circumstance was I to breathe a word of what I saw or else he would take care of me himself.” 

“What happened Finn.”

“I told him that I was going to tell Rey, she was so sweet and she loved him so much I didn’t want to help him lie to her,” you walked over to Finn and placed a hand on him, he was trembling. 

“And the next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital bed, with Ren staring at me from a seat. He broke my arm (Y/N) and some of my ribs. He was so angry at me. Once I was awake enough he slid me a check and told me never to talk to him or Rey again or else he would do much worse.”

Finn started sobbing, he was so broken and scared. He trusted Ren, even thought of him as a friend, and he beat him. Beat him. You were so upset, what would Ren do if you told them about sleeping with him? Would he make good on his word with Finn? 

“I’m so sorry Finn. I didn’t know that happened, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe (Y/N), I used the money to fund the firm-”

Your phone started ringing. 

Oh fuck, Ren was calling you. In the middle of this bombshell. 

“Do you want me to get that (Y/N)?” Rose reached for your phone. 

“No,” you blurted out and lunged, “I can get it, I’ll be right back.”Shutting yourself into your bedroom you answered the call. “Hello, this is (Y/N)”

“Angel, I have five minutes,” you could hear his labored breathing, he must have been touching himself when he called you, “I need to hear your tight little cunt and it better have my cum in it.”

You gulped, “Yes Mr. ren, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck yourself and tell me what you feel, Angel.” You heard him through the phone fisting his cock to the thought of your pussy still full of his cum. You locked the door to your room and got on the bed and slithered your hand down to your wet slit. Rubbing tight circles over your clit you sighed into the phone. 

“Oh yes Angel, tell me, are you rubbing your little clit for me?” 

“Yes Mr. Ren, I’m so wet for you already.”

“Mhmm.”

You traced a line up and down your slit before dipping a finger into your entrance, gasping when you felt your wetness. Your juices were mixing with the leftover cum he had given you, making it so easy to slip a finger inside. “Oh fuck.”

“Are you fingering yourself like I asked Angel? Is your little cunt swallowing you?”

You moaned again and set your phone on speaker and laid it down between your legs and started fucking yourself on your fingers, moaning so Ren could hear how wet you are for him. The slick slapping of your hand was filling the room, you were sure he could tell how close you were already. 

“Angel, after you cum you’re going to lick your fingers clean and tell me what it’s like.”

“Yes please, Ren can I cum, please.”

“Cum Angel, cum for me.”

You groaned as your orgasm hit, clenching around your fingers while you squirted on the bed. Fucking yourself with a mixture of both of your cums, it was euphoric. You heard Ren grunt and groan through the phone before saying your name while he came on himself. Pulling out you brought the phone back to your ear and made a big show out of licking yourself clean. 

“How is it?” he breathed through the phone.

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on.” You heard his grin through the phone before he said goodnight. Leaving you to clean up and face your friends, the same friends who loathed the man you just came with. Should be a fun rest of the night. 

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[drkoestersmithrpg]

Peter knew he was dreaming.

He knew he was dreaming because he was sitting in class, waiting for a test, a test for which he had not studied.  “I haven’t studied for a test in over a decade,” he announced to the class, disregarding the weird looks they gave him.  Why should he care?  It was a dream.

But sitting in class while dreaming was boring, why bother?  So he went out the window, webslinging over dream-New York, trying to fly.

Flying worked… a little… but odd entities were now flying through the air with him and that was getting annoying.  Especially when some of them threatened to turn into threatening figures, and THAT was no good.  He didn’t want it to turn into THAT kind of dream.  He searched the dark skies for one of the Sentinels to hijack.  He had ridden Sentinels in dreams before, and could convince them to take him back to the Penthouse.  He was delighted to pick out the Mark VII (one of his favorites) and landed on it’s back. It, sadly, had no Tony in it, but he still managed to convince it to take him back to the penthouse, just as the other flying entities began to engage in battle.  Peter didn’t want to have yet another battle-dream. Those were getting old, and usually depressing.  Besides, he had other ideas for this dream.

The Mark VII took him to something resembling the penthouse, if the penthouse was all decked out for Christmas and featured a swimming pool full of rocks.  Peter tried not to complain – controlling these dreams was always difficult and never lasted for long.  And he had an idea… and idea he’d never admit to in real life, but had harbored quite a few fantasies about.

Especially since his lover had surprised him in the lab with some rough sex over a table featuring not one, but two suits.  Two suits – and some nanotech in intimate places.  Wait… come to think of it… Peter had admitted to it, hadn’t he? Hadn’t he told Tony he wasn’t fighting the suit, because he hoped it would “fuck him first?”

But that had been completely bravado.  And empty request.

Tony has assured him he didn’t share… even with himself.

And that was the point of the dream.  If he could pull it off.  The Mark VII was taking forever to land and scattering the tacky lawn chairs all over the pool deck, Peter had to waist precious time fetching them in hopes to find a surface they could fuck on, fearing he’d lose control of the dream, or else wake up before anything could really get started.  He never had control of these dreams for long, and when he did, it meant his phone was about to wake him up so he’d have time to check Tumblr before Differential Equations.  

He stood there, looking up at the nighttime sky, on the deck of the penthouse that was not Tony’s penthouse, trying to mentally summon other suits.  When that didn’t work he turned back to the Mark VII, draped his arms around it’s neck, and pressed his body up against it.  Sometimes he could be bold enough to do this to the real Tony, but in dreams he had no problems at all.

Hell, in dreams he could say anything.  Tony would never know.

“Hey big boy,” he said shamelessly, looking up into the red-and-gold face, the face of his dreams. “Wanna fuck?”

Chapter 2

 “I’ve never been with anyone else but Tony,” he crooned, running one hand over the perfect arm, fingering the plates lovingly, caressing, exploring.  The way he had only be able to do on very brief occasions, when he actually had access to the suits without Tony around.  (And even then he couldn’t do it for long.  FRIDAY was always watching.)

“Not that I want to be. Tony’s kindof perfect.”  His fingers wandered down to the forearms, investigating, discovering.  (Of course, he was only exploring a memory.  How detailed was it?  Was he remembering every aspect of the forearms exactly?  The cuffs had a more rectangular aspect as they protruded over the glove, far more angular than he remembered.  Was that accurate?  Damnit he’d have to find out when he was awake.  If he had this dream once, he might be able to have it again.)  

“But you’re different. I’ve had a crush on you since forever. Some of my earliest sex-dreams were about you.

“You’re so beautiful…” he sighed, laying his head against the suit’s chest.  He reached up for the head and angled it so the face lay against his head.  The suit obeyed.  “Every part of you is beautiful.  I can say that in front of Tony, it doesn’t hurt his pride to hear me say it.” He dropped his hand to the hip of the suit, then (since this was a dream!) moved it back to run his fingers over the smooth metal of the ass.  “He knows you’re beautiful.  I try not to gush too much because that makes me feel like a little fanboy.  I’m constantly trying not to sound like a fanboy.  Constantly trying and failing.”

He squeezed the ass of the suit (ridiculous of course since he was squeezing metal, but there was no one there to see it) and then moved his hand to caress the leg, then the upper thigh.  He pretended, for a moment, that he was touching Tony (oh if only he had the nerve to really do this to Tony!) but quickly got distracted by the clever way the upper thigh of the suit fit into the socket.  He explored the fit with his fingers even as he kept confessing.

“But it’s always that way, isn’t it?  Trying to sound like an adult.  Trying to act like an adult.  Trying not to forget to remember not to act childish.  We’ve been together forever and I’m still struggling to act like a grown-up around him.  That’s why I can tell him how beautiful you are… but you’re beautiful…”  

He turned his face a fraction to press kisses against the cold metal as he slipped his hand into the hand of the suit.

“And I’ve always known,” he whispered, “That being fingered by you would be so much hotter than playing with any sex-toy.

“Yes,” he moaned as the suit closed its hand, extending the index finger.  Peter moaned and wrapped his hand around it.  He moved his head and gazed up into the narrow rectangles that made the suit’s eyes.  “I need this inside me.  You can do that for me, can’t you?”

The eyes lit up in two blinding white rectangles and Peter started so badly he woke up.

Peter moaned loudly into the pillow… dammit he had been so close!  Actually he had been nowhere close, but certainly closer than any dream he had before. But now he was just in bed, coming upon dawn, and the dream was far away.

“S’okay baby.  I’m right here.  You’re dreaming,” Tony murmured behind him, reaching out and rubbing his back as he usually did after nightmares.  

“I know I was dreaming I was dreaming and I was about to get fingerfucked by the suit this isn’t fair!” he yelled.  Or tried to yell, but couldn’t.  He couldn’t move his mouth.  Or anything at all.

“Great, I’ve been deprived of a suit-sex dream AND I have sleep paralysis to boot?!?!” he shouted pointlessly in his head… but wait… didn’t sleep paralysis mean he was still asleep?  And if he was still asleep, didn’t that mean he could find the dream again?  His eyes were closed anyway, and he willed himself back to it.  Back to that strange penthouse that wasn’t their penthouse, to the deck with the swimming pool full of rocks, back into the arms of the Mark VII…  

And it worked.  He couldn’t believe his luck (and tried not to think about it too much, thinking about it would certainly ruin it) but it worked.  Of course it was daylight now, and they were dancing together (because nothing was fair!) and also surrounded by the other suits, lounging around in the tacky deck chairs and drinking unknown substances from martini glasses but   Peter tried not to think about it too hard.  At least they were slow dancing, and that was something he could work with. He slid his hand down the suit’s arm until he had the forefinger in his hand again and began talking quickly.

“You’ll do this for me, won’t you?  I need you to finger me before Tony really wakes up.  I’ll never have the guts to ask for this in real life.  And it’s not cheating.  And you want to… I know you do.”

He probably didn’t have much time.  He took the Mark VII by the hand and led to the nearest workable surface, something that looked like a solid block but was covered with some kind of fabric.  It was couch-high and would do for what Peter wanted.  There were other suits there but he shooed them away (wait, were there people in the crowd, now too?  Please don’t let there be people here.  He NEEDED this.)

“Ignore them,” he said guiding the suit to sit on the block.  “Stay with me, stay with me,” he whispered as he climbed onto the suit’s lap.  “Stay with me, focus on me,” he said, wrapping his arms around the suit’s neck, but he was mostly talking to himself.  “You can do this for me.  Please Tony, I need it.”

No. He wasn’t begging, not this time. The dream was no place for begging. He took the wrist of the suit in his hand and forcefully brought it to his mouth, wetting it generously with his mouth.

“You’re going to do this for me.  You can do this for me, can’t you?”

Tony moved against him again and Peter woke with a start. He was really awake now, and able to move, and he wasn’t disappointed at all.  He closed his eyes and smiled into the pillow.  

He knew what came next.

Tony would kiss him on the side of his face.  Then, unless he was feeling amorous, there would be a trip to the bathroom.  Then he might return… but he might not.  Because he MIGHT wind up checking his phone, and that might mean a trip to the kitchen.  If Peter wasn’t awake.  When Peter was awake Tony always talked to him first.

Peter wasn’t going to be awake.  Oh no.  Peter had serious dreaming to do.

[omgshewrites]

Miss me?

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Loki goes away for some days and when he comes back he shows you how much he had missed you.

Warnings: smut, spanking, chocking, edging, unprotected sex, don’t read this unless you’re over 18.

A/N: Hey! This is the continuation of my Prick! smut, althought it is not necessary to read it before you read this smut.

 I was thinking in making this story into some erotic series in which the relationship between Loki and the reader developes both romantically and sexually. If you like the idea or if you have some suggestions and want to collaborate, please let me know!

Also sorry for any grammar mistakes you might find.

✨my masterlst✨

A month had passed since the library incident.

Since I had the guts to call him prick

Thirty days since he showed me against the bed and fucked my brains out.

Since that day everything changed.

I remember waking up in his room, still naked and sensitive from the night before.

It took me a moment and some blinks to understand what had happen.

His big arm in my back made me realize things faster, his hand placed flat in the center of my lower back, one of my legs crossed over his hips, and my head flushed against his chest, his chin resting on my temple.

Somehow he realized I had woken up, rubbing my back he said

“Good morning”

How it could possibly not be a good morning if the first sound I hear was his deep, raspy voice?

“Mmornin’ ” I mumbled back, rubbing my head in his chest.

We didn’t talk about what had happen.

We didn’t make a big deal about it, we took it naturally and keep our facades.

He stopped treating me like garbage but he didn’t cut the sassines and arrogant actitudes, which I replied with bitchy comments, after all that was the normal thing between us.

Nobody suspected anything, they didn’t even had a clue, not even Natasha, who never misses a thing.

Our constant battle of throwing shade at each other made things fun, sometimes he would shook his head in disapproval but with a half smile plastered on his face, like saying “tsk, tsk, you don’t know the things I’m going to do to you for saying that”

Of course it wasn’t all disgust and meanness, occasionally he would look at me a little longer than he should, I would caress his hand with my thumb when I had to pass him the salt, giving him little stares that did nothing but make his cock twitch in his pants.

Varius little acts that showed both adoration and desire, that made things all hot and bothered.

A week ago had pass since I last saw him, he had to leave early on monday morning to solve some issues on what I had hear Thor named “The midgardian congress of dumb magic and tricks”

I felt kinda lost without his presence around the place, around me, without his eyes burning in the back of my neck.

I had been so distracted, Steve had pointed that out every time while training,  Peter had to repeat me everything like three times cause I kept forgetting, and finally Sam joked about how beautiful I looked when I was in silence and not being basically satan, but I heard that, and I didn’t need my magic to shake his can of beer, the liquid sparying all his face and chest, cursing me and himself.

After ignoring and denying Bucky’s pleas for me to cook dinner, we end up ordering chinese food, like every friday, he complained about how much he wanted to eat my special mac & cheese (there was nothing special, just tons of cheese) I laughed and I told him that I would cook an entire bowl just for him one of this days, Steve interrupting his cheers saying that wouldn’t be so healthy.

I was the first one to finish my chow mein, grabbing a bottle of water and saying a general “Goodnight” and then disappearing to my room.

I sighed when I saw the ultimate book he had given me to read, placed in my nightstand, the bookmark in the middle of it, my little notebook beside it along with a pencil.

I closed my eyes, trying to get the thoughts out of my head, trying to get him out of my head.

I decided a shower would be good to relax; I light some candles and some incense, locking myself in the bathroom for a good hour.

When I got out I went directly to the closet, already knowing what was I was going to wear as pjs; a t shirt he had forgotten some days ago, his sent was still impregnated in the fabric, I smelled the second I slipped on it, trying to not smile to myself.

“That suits you” I jumped when I hear his voice, turning in my heels to find him sitting at the edge of the bed.

He looked so unbothered handsome, one of his arms supporting his torso, leaning all his weight in the bed, his hair was in his usual style, tucked behind his ears.

“You really need to stop appearing from nowhere” I said making my way to the bed “You can knock on the door and I would be glad to let you in” I stood in front of him, bare thighs grazing his clothed ones.

“That’s not my style” He said straightening, looking at me from below.

He raised one of his hands slowly through my thigh, stopping at the hem of my -his- t shirt and repeating his movements with his other and in my other thigh.

I cursed myself when I felt my skin goosebumping, the slightest little touch of his made my whole body react.

“Did you missed me?” He asked, his hands rubbing up and down  my legs.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying not to give any importance to the fact that I was yearning for his presence. He smiled.

“There is no point in denying” he said, now his fingers passing the hem of the shirt, grazing at the embroidered seam of my underwear “I know you have”

He talked slowly and deep, his eyes now focused on my hardening nipples; not even five minutes had passed and I was already growing tired of his teasing.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, stabilizing myself to put my legs on both sides of his body, straddling him.

Once we were face to face, I talked

“Then why you need to ask?” I let my fingers dance along the muscles of his shoulders, stroking his hair in the process.

“I want you to say it” He said, the shirt had ridden up a little, resting on my hips, his hands running over the exposed skin, I rolled my eyes

“Yes, I have missed you” I finally said, a smile pulling the corners of his lips.

The tip of my fingers on his nape, I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“What about you, Loki? Have you missed me?” I asked playfully, but I wanted to know the answer.

I pulled back to look at his face, he couldn’t hide his smile no more, his hands stopped his movements, he copied my motions and spoke to my ear.

“Oh I have…” He said “I have missed your sarcastic comments and you rolling eyes”

I could felt his hot breath tickling on my neck

“Your sent and your presence around me” he continued after placing a chaste kiss below my ear, I titled my head back a little, to enjoy the touch.

“I have missed those pretty lips and hands” His hands started to move again in a measured way.

“But what I have missed the most..” He stopped and contempled my face “Is having you under me, screaming my name, begging me to let you come undone”

A moan left my lips against my will, I threw myself at him, pulling him by grabbing the neck of his shirt, crashing our lips together in a hot, steamy and wet kiss.

Our bodies pressed together, touching everywhere we could. His hands cupped my ass, making me grind on him, making me feel how hard he was.

One of his hands slipped through the shirt, massaging my back till he reached my nape, then he lifted us up, my legs around his waist and my hard grip on his shoulders didn’t help me when he throwed me in the bed, I smiled when I saw him getting undressed, cause he would normally use his magic to get us both naked in a second, I did the same, taking the shirt off and then my panties, throwing them somewhere in the room before he could see how damp the piece of clothing was.

I layed on the bed again, rolling my nipples in my hands and looking at him in an amused way. He was now completely naked too, his cock standing proud against his abdomen.

He ran his hands from my ankles to the inner sides of my thighs, stopping when he was about to reach my core.

“You have touched yourself” He affirmed, looking up to me, he looked angry. 

I asked myself how in hell he had found out about that, but I knew I coulnd’t lie to the master of lies.

I simply smiled innocently, that didn’t work; with a smooth movement he had flipped me around, my face flushed against the sheets and my ass in the air.

The loud sound of his hand landing on my ass cheek filled the room, I whimpered.

“You don’t get to touch yourself, not if I don’t say so” He said, another smack on the opposite cheek, I nodded frantically on the sheets, knowing that I would break my promise if he ever leaves me alone again, that thought and another smack made me giggle, wiggling my ass in the air, asking for more.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, little witch” he said, now caressing my arse, then running his fingers to my heat.

I tried not to moan when I felt him collect my juices and spread my folds, but I lost it when his middle finger made contact with my clit.

“Look at you” he said, rubbing me slow and softly, making sure I felt everyone of his movements “So eager to be touch by your master”

His fingers grazed my clit, circling the bud, then leaving it, I breathed heavily when I felt how he introduced his index and middle finger inside me, pumping them agonizingly slow.

Then his other hand went to touch my clit from below, he started to pick up the speed of his fingers, cincronicing it with the rolls of my bud of neves. Little whimpers left my mouth as he fingerfucked me, I heard him groan from behind, I knew the effect my little sounds had on him.

I started to buck my hips against his hand, trying to get closer enough to the release.

When I was almost there, he withdrew all the touch. I whined and incorporate myself to look at him with a mad, flustered face. He smiled cockily.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum until their masters says so”

He covered me, taking care of not crushing me under his heavy weight. I opened my legs for him as he looked at me and reaching to get my hair out my face, his thumb grazing over my jaw, I felt his length slip inside me in one silky move. God, I had missed him so much.

He was smiling when I opened my eyes, he trusted back, reaching deeper this time, his pace was slow, but the swing of his hips made me see starts.

I had one hand on his arm and the other running over his back, caresing him with my nails, not scratching him yet, I grabbed the curve of his ass and pushed him impossibly deep, he groaned, head falling in the crook of my neck.

“You’re so tight, dear” He said in a sigh “so damn tight”

I moaned his name as he rolled his hips again, feeling the pleasure in my belly, he looked concentrated and he definitely not expected my leg raising up to place it in his shoulders, stretching me for him, he started to nibble my neck, after every bite, a kiss.

I didn’t knew if it was his loud moan or the way he was taking me, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

“Loki.. please” I said in a moan, my hands reaching to pull his head from my neck, his eyes dark and face blushed, hair sticking in his temple.

“What (y/n)? Tell me what you want” He said, his hand grabbed my boob and rolled my nipple in between his fingers.

“Let me come, please” I felt my walls clenching around him as the vein on his neck popped out prominently. “ I’m beggin you, let me come”

He looked at me and nodded, giving me the permission to let my climax finally crash in.

I arched my back, a strangled moan leaving my throat as he held me, still thrusting into me as I came and rode my high.

Once I had finished and fell down to bed, he slipped out, giving me a second to recover.

“You look so beautiful when you have orgasms, I could watch you all day” I laughed and stood up, grabbing the bottle of water in my nightstand and drinking half of it.

I turned around, looking at the wall large mirror, catching his stare at my ass as I made my way to it, his eyes sparkling when he saw what I had in mind, standing up quickly.

I found myself in front of the mirror, his hands caressing my sides, one in my hips and the other in my breast, and then in my belly, and then in between my legs again, I had to place one hand in the wall to keep my balance, although he was holding me in place with the hand in my hip.

His fingers grazed my heart again, but instead touching me, he grabbed himself, lining up with my entrance, and looking me in the eyes through the reflection of the  mirror as he buried himself into me again, thrusting his hips into my ass, establishing a quick peace.

He let his hands ramble all over my body as he fucked me hard, my eyes never left his face, eyebrows furrowed and mouth in a thin line, breathing heavily.

I stood in my tiptoes, bending myself more into the mirror but not touching it, his gaze falling into my ass as he kneeled it before placing a smack, eyes founding mine.

He sighed, pounding into me he said.

“You’re mine” one of his hands reaching to hold me by the neck, his hand covering it all and choking me hard enough “Mine, do you understand?”

I moaned before turning my head a little to say in his ear.

“I’m yours, my king”

The moan that left his mouth made me shudder as I felt his hot release inside me, as he drew his last and deep thrusts, face hiding into my neck, biting my shoulder as he held me tight.

He tilted his head up to look at me again before he slipped out, I whimpered and started to walk to the bathroom, managing to not fall to the ground.

Once there I cleaned myself up just to go back to found him resting on the bed.

I layed next to him, covering us with the covers, as I placed one hand in his chest, he took it to bring it to his mouth, placing a kiss into it and looking at me with a smile.

“That was something else” I said, he chuckled and nodded.

“You’re something else” He said taking my face into his hands, I smiled before I kissed him slowly, deep and passionate, when we pulled away he spoke again  

“So… I’m your king” he smiled mockingly.

I rolled my eyes smiling

“Don’t ruin the moment”  I said pulling him for another kiss.

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[greyofjakku]

do you have any Senator!Ben and Jedi!Rey headcanons? where Ben never went dark and Rey was somehow found as a child and raised to be a Jedi by Luke

Hi nonnie! So glad you requested this! It was fun to write - so sorry it took so long. I’m sick with the flu and have an exam for Friday, but wanted to get this out! I’ll do the non-sexual part first, and then put the sexual under a cut :) Also, I wrote these headcanons as more ‘storyline-based’ than just a list. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself ahaha. I should really actually write this as a story *sighs*

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Rey and Ben met when they were younger, thanks to Uncle Luke bringing a few of his students with him to Naboo for the Festival of Glad Arrival. Rey was weaving in and out of one of the many dancing circles, stumbling over her feet but entrancing all the same. Ben, standing next to his mother in a place of honor, tried to ignore how beautiful the girl looked, not dressed in padawan robes but in a traditional white and gold embroidered dress. Braided ribbons adorned her arms and were tied about her three buns, aquamarine, peach, lilac, and daisy-yellow all fluttering in the wind. Across her face, gold paint was sprinkled like constellations, and an intricate design resembling a diadem was painted across her brow. He can feel her through the Force, a life-force that is warm and entrancing, like the sun. That was the first time Ben found himself enraptured by Rey, but also what he expected to be the last….

Ben didn’t see her again until she was a grown woman, 19 years and as beautifully fierce as a storm. She stood up in the middle of a galactic senatorial session to call out a particularly nasty Senator on his obvious speciesism and his disparagement of the Outer Rim sector. The entirety of the Senate had its eyes trained on her, breath held, before the clapping and cheering started. Rey, more embarrassed now at being praised for her outburst, flushed pink and resumed her post behind her assigned protectee, who wore the faintest of smiles on his lined face. Ben, having immediately recognized her, wore a look between shock and pleasant surprise, but he joined in on the clapping nonetheless. His eyes never again wavered from her for the rest of the day-long session.

He first speaks to her after the session releases. He catches her forearm - bedecked in arm wraps - in his warm hand, halting her forward movement. A current of pure energy flows between them, makes her hair stand on end. She freezes, stuttering in a breath before she grabs his hand and wrenches it away from her, turning with blazing eyes to see who would dare to touch her. A flicker of recognition crosses her hazel eyes, and she feels the Force echo between them like waves beating against a seashore, but her face twists into a scowl nonetheless. “Don’t touch me.” Ben holds up his hands, in an almost mocking manner, before leaning against the wall next to her. “You did what most were scared to do in there: use your voice, speak your mind.” She scoffs, tossing her head. “You’re senators; you only know how to talk people’s ears off.” Ben smirks at her words, but subtly shakes his head. “Not when it matters.”

He sees her regularly after that, in the hallways, in the senatorial chambers, at gala events. Every time she looks up, his warm brown gaze is trained on her, lips twitching in amusement. She tells herself she hates him, can’t stand the way he smirks and laughs and stares at her. Yes…that’s what it is.

She slams into his office, not even knocking. She was a force of nature, something to be reckoned with - hazel eyes glinting with barely concealed rage. “I’ve been assigned to be your bodyguard,” she growled out, “-despite the fact that I’d rather be the one to take you out than protect you.” Ben chuckles, leaning back in his chair languidly, knowing his easygoing attitude needled at her and her delicate temper. “What a serendipitous coincidence.” Rey sneers at his response, crossing her arms, the slate grey of her robes moving like water with her. “I was told that you had ‘requested’ me - as if I’m some sort of ‘girl-for-hire’!” Ben was already shaking his head. “I would never think of you like that.” Her shoulders subtly relax, and her erratic breathing seems to calm. “After all, you’re a woman, not a girl.” He ducks the bookend she throws at his head with the Force.

“You’re very thorough in your job as my bodyguard, aren’t you?” Ben comments as she trails her hands down his front, over each ripple and curve of his bare, muscled chest. “Oh, you have to be, in my profession,” she purrs against him, nipping at his pectoral with glinting teeth. “I wouldn’t want there to be something I missed.” Her hand strokes him through his pants, feeling him harden further against her eager palm. She smirks. ( @ifoundkylo hehehe)

Sometimes, when debates are particularly boring and long, Rey uses the Force in a way that would make old Master Skywalker cringe. She keeps her face stoic as Ben shifts restlessly in his Senate chair, the Force caressing him, stroking him. He keeps his mouth sealed shut, determined not to release a sound, but it’s when he has to count off or comment that Rey has the most fun. The slight stutters and broken sentences coming from his normally silver-tongued self is endlessly amusing. It’s safe to say that Ben ends up with a bit of a wet, sticky stain underneath his senatorial robes thanks to her fun…and he punishes her for it later.

“What a naughty little Jedi you’ve been,” he murmurs into the curve of her throat, licking there, sucking. “What would Luke say if he saw you now, getting fingerfucked by his nephew in a private opera box?” Rey shakes her head against him, gasping in a breath as his fingers undulate in and out of her at a leisurely pace. “Please,” she pants, writhing against him. “So polite now,” Ben murmurs, tutting. “Where’s your manners whenever your cursing me out, hmm? Or throwing bookends at my head? Or forcing me to cum during my sessions?” Rey clutches at his shoulders as her hips ride his hand; she lets out a moan, long and loud. “Be quiet, kitten. That is, unless you want the entire audience to see another show….” He chuckles at the thought, feeling her lithe form shake against him. She murmurs curses against his skin, biting at his shoulder as he thrusts into her particularly hard. “Do you want to come, little Jedi?” he asks, knowing her answer as he speeds up his hand and his thumb nudges against her clit. She bucks, mewling - tame for once under the ministrations of his fingers. “Should I let you?” She releases a muffled sob at the thought of not coming, desperate now. She begs for him, sweet little pleas falling from her delectable mouth, one after the other. He smiles in triumph, his other hand coming up to palm at her breasts through the silver spidersilk of her gown. “Come then,” he orders her, his voice as powerful and heady as when he is commanding the Senate floor. She does, just as the opera crescendoes to its grand finish. Yet, somehow, she still doubts that the opera was loud enough to drown her out.

She likes watching him work, likes the way he commands the room with a rich voice stoked in reason and power. He is dark, charismatic, convincing. She wonders, not for the first time, if the Force flows through him a bit more when he is working the floor - if his allure is purely him or not. Either way, the way he meets her eyes, even for the briefest of moments, has her wet for him. He knows it too, can read it in the set of her lips, the glint of her eye, how she holds herself. His lip twitches, imperceptible to anyone but her, and his eyes speak of promises to come, of late nights and fucking her into the desk in his office, spread out for him like a feast. She holds him to that promise when, two agonizing hours later, she slips away. As he enters his office, he’s greeted to an uninhibited view of her spread legs on his desk, her dripping pink cunt on full display. He shuts the door behind him, locking it, before prowling towards her. She offers him a smirk from where she sits, her fingers sliding in and out of herself. He quickly wipes it from her lips as he pulls her in for a long, searing kiss. “Anyone could have walked in and seen you,” he growls to her, hand locking around her wrist, halting her movements. “It’s a good thing it was you then,” she purrs, dark eyes flicking up to him with undeniable smugness. He proceeds to show her just how good it is that it happened to be him.

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