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1nthedarknessofthenight · 17 days

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﴾ out of the blue, part one.

pairing: lee felix x f!reader, part two

genre: one-shot, idol au, smut

word count: 5,3k

warnings: dry humping ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ switch!felix and switch!reader ⋆ oral (m. receiving) ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ ass slapping ⋆ fingering (f. receiving) ⋆ cowgirl!position ⋆ ass up, face down!position ⋆ slight voyeurism ⋆ creampie

summary: it is you boyfriend’s birthday and you decided to let him unwrap his gift a little sooner…

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Another minute passed by, watching your boyfriend click away on his computer. Surely this wasn’t your favorite way of how to spend your time but you couldn’t just say no to his pretty face. You never minded when Felix played, you quite enjoyed it actually and sometimes he would let you play. However today was a special day, it’s supposed to be to him anyway. It was his birthday and he spend almost the whole day playing on his computer because of some bonus you get only on your birthday. You weren’t opposed to it at first but one hour turned into two and now it was pushing to the third. Does he even know he is been playing this long?

You laughed slightly at one of his outburst or the way he got so constrained, it was cute. But it was already too much for you. You wanted to maybe go somewhere or something but if he prefers to stay at home, so be it but not with you watching him play from your lonely, cold bed. Not to mentioned you felt unseen. It was a little silly, he was literally playing with you right behind him on his bed and you shouldn’t feel like you need to have his validation. It was probably because of the lack of sex.

It wasn’t like it was horrible or anything like that, you two actually sometimes got a little carried away and horny in the most unsuitable of places but it wasn’t all too common experience these days. Felix is simply too busy preparing for a new comeback with the other guys and he would always arrive home at the early hours of the morning. When you heard he had the whole weekend free, you heart flutter at the thought of spending it with him and finally getting to feel him again after so long.

You desperately wanted to be mad at him right now but you just couldn’t, because he is sometimes an air head, oblivious. Your body rolled around in the bed in boredom. You didn’t want to scroll through your phone anymore, you just wanted your boyfriend. Your godly boyfriend with his lovely, dreamy face and hard body and his pretty hands and those luscious lips—

A long sighs leaves you, dreamingly but Felix didn’t seem to notice your change of mood, so you sighed again and again till he finally turned his head slightly to your direction. Not too long for him to loose his focus or for you to feel wanted. “I’m almost done, baby”

“You already said that like an hour ago.” You whine out, not caring if you sounded desperate, watching Felix attention completely plastered on the monitor. You almost wanted to throw a tantrum again before an idea popped into your head. Well, it wasn’t like you haven’t planned it to give to him this evening but seeing him so clearly in his world right now, you simply couldn’t miss the opportunity to surprise him even more.

You rolled out of the bed, walking to the small bag at the corner of the room. It was hidden behind a wardrobe and lucky to you Felix didn’t seem to notice your moving around. You grab it, hiding it quickly behind your back before making your way to the bathroom. As you get there, you give your boyfriend a one last look before closing the door and locking it. It would be a shame to spoil his own surprise.

Clothes fall down on the bathroom floor, opening up the bag with your face slightly flooding with heat. There were many times when you almost bought something like this but anything in the big malls weren’t anything special and also—too slutty for you taste. You wanted something cute, so subtle that it would make you feel and look more desirable than any other strappy lingerie on the market. Everyone knew about his obsession with cute things as he was one himself but you waited long time till you found something perfect and more precisely in his favorite color. Since you bought it that baby blue material of the baby doll made you all giddy inside every time you would thought about wearing this for him. Something a out buying and then wearing something like this for your partner felt so intimate and you hope that he will like it as much as you. You suddenly become weary about how you look when you glanced at your reflection.

The lacy cups of the top fit you snuggly, from there a pretty blue tulle fell down to your waist. Pulling up the bottom of it, you twirled around to look at the white and blue, lace panties that compliment the details of the whole piece. It was so pretty that it made you slightly insecure about your bare face and unmade hair. You still could hear the soft clicking of his keyboard from behind the closed door, giving you a signal that you still have time to do something about that.

You don’t even know for how long you spend in the bathroom doing your make up and hair but it surely couldn’t be any longer than you oogling yourself in the mirror. You don’t think you have ever felt this pretty. You obviously can’t mentioned the times when those words fell from your boyfriend’s mouth but it felt even better when you thought of yourself like that. Your makeup was kept light, cheeks softly blushed and in the same color as your lips with some light pink eyeshadow and glitter that made your eyes pop. You even got to do your hair quite nicely. You trailed your hands over your body, giving yourself a one last look before departing from your little hide out.

When you walk out you had to grin at the back of Felix’s head which was still turned to his computer. You kept your footsteps light, not like it could disturb him from his consecration. Your feet stopped just few steps away from him, playing with your fingers behind your back as you suddenly become nervous. “Felix….Felix-“

“Baby, I promise I’m almost–“ His sentence was left unfinished as he turned around.

His eyes became so wide that you feared they would pope out of its sockets. He turned his body fully to your direction in his chair, looking down at your body with mouth open. “Holy shit–“ He groans, head falling slightly back on the headrest, his game now completely forgotten. “Fuck–“ Felix rambles on, his hands forming into fists as his warm brown eyes stop at your pushed up breast.

You didn’t know how to take his reaction as the room was by only left in silence after that. Your smile slightly fell as his eyes were completely unmoving from your figure. Did he not like it? Did he not like your body? It was quite a while since he last seen you like this but he always made you feel so good about your body, couple of times even mentioning how he wants to be inside you every day if possible because it made him feel so close to you…So why was he so quiet right now?

You sway slightly on your feet, looking away from his seating figure. “Do you like it?” You said, wondering, voice small.

At the question he seem to blink away from whatever trance he was. Felix breathed out like you were crazy for even questioning it. “Do I like it?” He repeated your words, looking into your eyes, his eyes even darker than before. “I love it baby. Fuck, I love it so much.” You smiled at his words, hearing the genuine tone in them and you couldn’t help but shiver at his low voice. “Come here.” He said, patting his lap. He doesn’t have to ask you twice.

You fall into his lap, arms at the back of his head, giving him his own personal pillow with the palms of your hands. The moment you sat onto his lap, you both sighed out at the close proximity. You both needed this so bad. His hands pull away a strand of your hair away from your face, him noticing the make up you put on just for him. God, if he wasn’t rock hard from the moment he saw you, he would be surely now and because of the fact you did this for him. “How are you so pretty…” You sniffled a giggle at that, all worries flying out of the window.

You didn’t answer because firstly you didn’t know how and secondly because he suddenly grabbed your ass, pinching it between his fingers. You moan softly into his neck at his touch, it almost felt like the first time you two were together. You already could feel your wetness soaking through the front of your new panties. His fingers folded the meat of your cheeks so hard that there will be certainly marks after but you didn’t care about that. One of his hands then trail over your body to your cheekbone while the other fell into the dip of your waist. “You’re so pretty, Y/N.” He complimented you again, looking lovingly into your eyes. “My pretty girl.” His lips fell onto yours, firstly gently but it didn’t take long before his intention became rough.

You both moaned every time either of would part your lips for a quick breath, teeth almost clashing together at the pace. “Pretty girl, my pretty girl-“ He would say between kisses, hands grasping all over your body, your mind only being filled with him and him only. “Say it-“ Felix groaned, pulling away from your lips but before you could whine in process his mouth was on your neck next. “Say that you’re my pretty girl.”

You hiss as his teeth nibbled at your sweet spot, it was all so much that you again almost forgot to response. “I’m yours, I’m your pretty girl..” And you were. He always made you feel like it, there wasn’t anyone who could make your heart beat like this.

He licks the side of your neck slowly before his lips graze over your ear. “That’s right.” His voice made your whole body vibrate. Both of his hands than fell onto your ass again, a loud smack! echoing in the room. You whimper at the delicious sting, him moaning with you before his hands started to rock you back and forth on his lap. You don’t think you have ever heard him make sounds like that. Every time you would roll your hips over the buldge in his sweatpants, he would release a whimper, almost like a cry in pain. You couldn’t help yourself but to enjoy the power you had over him right now. Maybe you should wear something like this more often?

Your clit is probably all puffy from how hard you are rolling over your boyfriend’s cock. Your juices were already putting a huge stain on the material of his sweatpants but that wasn’t relevant right now. The most important thing was how much Felix seems to be enjoying this. His eyes would open and then close again, like he was trying so desperately to keep them open and watch your body covered in favorite color and the way your tits bounce with your movements. Sweat was forming at his forehead that was put against yours and when a sob rings in the air, you momentarily stop your movements in small concern.

“No! Fuck don’t stop.” He suddenly woke up from his immense pleasure to look at you pleadingly. Your breathing was heavy from the heat of the moment, gasping at his tear stained eyes. Always—when it was too much for him he would cry but not like this when you were only just humping each other. You wish you could take a picture and then post it so others could see how pretty, how ruined he looked right now. Your sudden stop in movements, made him pathetically raise his hips to meet yours in despair. “Please, I was so–“ Felix doesn’t finish, slighty embarrassed at his own words, cheeks, neck and ears completely red.

You gave him a small peck on his pouty lips, pulling his long blonde hair away from his sweaty skin. “Shhh, what do you want, Lixie? Tell me…” His glassy eyes pull you closer, hugging your body closer to his chest if even possible.

“Can I eat you out?”

You laughed at his words, him only grumbling back in response. You smoothen down his hair again before pulling his head from you chest to make him look at you. Gosh, he really is an angel. You loved the way he could have you completely at his mercy as well as also giving up all control every once in while. “It’s your birthday, baby. Let me take care of you.”

He sighed in annoyance, head banging into his headrest. “Yes, it is, so let me eat your out. Please, I want to taste you so bad.” The way he says it, kissing all over your neck and groping at your breast…it almost made you give in but you did held your ground.

“No.”

He whined out at your words and even more as pulled away from him, standing up to your wobbly feet. Before he could whine like the baby he is any longer, his mood changes back to desperation as you sink down to your knees before him. He couldn’t help but gulp as your hands trailed teasingly over his thighs, your pretty nails that he exceptionally payed for you every time you would get them done, scrape hard enough that he could feel them on his skin. This was all torture for him. Not being able to get his hands own you, licking up all your sweetness and now you’re teasing him? He thinks that you enjoy seeing him like this a little more than you would like to admit.

To his relief your fingers finally trailed over the hem of his sweats. He fights the shiver at your soft touch, hands trailing over his happy trail to his abs. You once mentioned how you would love to lick whip cream from them…maybe for your birthday…You then tug at the material of his sweatpants, him helping you take them off, throwing them somewhere in the room and leaving him just in his underwear. A smile forms on your lips and he didn’t like that. He knew that smile and the way you look good enough to eat made it even harder, made him even harder.

Your lips left kisses on his milky thighs, muscles jumping at the almost ticklish sensation. Felix felt like crying and how could he not? He had the prettiest girl on his knees right now but she is only being mean to him. He felt how much he was leaking from his tip and if he would look down he could see you almost drooling on the obvious outline of his dick in his boxers. Felix was too occupied with not just giving himself fully to you, not because he doesn’t want to but because he still wanted to fuck you senseless into the mattress later.

Mouthing at his cock through his underwear nextly, made him groaned loudly, the sound ringing in both of yours ears. The yummy salty taste hit your tongue, immediately sucking harder at where his tip was, the wet spot growing even larger. “P-please, I can’t take this-“ The blonde said, bottom lip quivering, looking down at your lust filled eyes.

You to his surprise, actually showed him mercy, finally pulling down his ruined underwear. His cock slapped against his stomach which was left revealed from your hungry hands and to your delight he pull his shirt over his head. You sometimes wonder who you got so lucky but he thought the same thing about you—guess you’re both lucky. You become hungry too at the thought of something more, already having enough of your own teasing. After so long you finally have him…maybe this will show him to give it to you more often.

You grab him at the base, the simple touch making him sigh in relief, body slumping in his chair. The tip of his cock was all red, leaking cum every time you would swipe your thumb over it. Felix jump at the sensitivity, not expecting it, whimper falling out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Another thing that you love about him was how he sounded, how loud he was and how he could get so whiny and also so deep, sighing at your very touch. He loves that you don’t mind him being so loud. Getting some of his precum, you then start to slowly jerk him off, pussy fluttering at his sinful noises. He has to put them in a song some day but you pride in the fact that you were the only one hearing him, making him sound like this.

You get him wet enough for you to jerk his tip easily, the wet sounds making him blush in embarrassment before it quickly fade away as your tongue lick from the base to the top. You repeated that few times, keeping your hand on his tip before you switch it with your lips and you moaned at his taste. He already looked like a total wreck and you had to pat yourself on the back, he was completely at your mercy or so you thought…

You gag, choking on his cock as his hips buckle harshly. You immediately pull away, as you basically swallowed him whole at one go. Grabbing his cock again, you squeeze it tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make him sob out. “Shit, sorry…your mouth is just s-so g-good.” He really did look sorry, but it wasn’t like you haven’t let him fuck your mouth before but this is the first time seeing him so inpatient. “Just please, please–Oh! Fuck!”

You went to silence him by sucking hard on his tip, slurping him all up before slowly going more down on him. Your head bobbed up and down, hand jerking off what you couldn’t fit. Now? He sounded like a slut, his hard abdomen tensing up, hand pulling your styled hair between his fingers. You look up at him when he tugged at the root, teary eyes almost not seeing his, his other hand wiping away your tears shakily. Even in these moments he is being so sweet to you and your underwear was definitely see through at this point. Your hand starts to cramp, making you take a deep breath with your nose before taking him all done your throat.

He groaned as he hit the back of your throat, keeping you there for moment and then going to pull you back up but to his surprise you gave him a look back, keeping him fully on your tongue as one of your hands came to his balls. You knew how much he like that, every time you did that his mind went black and the way you were swallowing him whole was already all too much for him. You start to move your mouth again, hand still fondling his balls. By his sounds you know he is close, he always becomes quiet, sighing shortly like gasping for air.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cuuum-“ You were suddenly pulled back by your hair from his cock, both of you gasping out at the lost of contact. A drool connect your red lips to his cock before breaking, feeling your mascara smearing under your eyes from your tears. You don’t even know who might look more ruined at this point. Your eyes fell to his cock, covered in your spit, shining in the light and twitching against his stomach.

You were pulled to your feet, legs wobbling slightly but your boyfriend was there to caught you before he throws you down on the bed. “You’re gonna be the death of me someday.” Felix laughed breathlessly and you couldn’t help but too, pulling him down on top of to kiss him.

He moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue, straighting his back to take again a better look at you. Bottom lip pulled between his teeth he pulls your legs apart, eyes widening at your thighs soaked in your wetness and more on the filthy material covering your cunt. “You’re the best present ever, baby.” You pull your hands to your face as he then swiped his fingers over you through the underwear. It almost hurt how much you wanted him right now.

“Then…aren’t you going to unwrap it?” You said, sighing out when he pulled your panties to the side.

“You wouldn’t mind keeping this on?” He asked looking up at you briefly before his eyes go back to your glistening pussy. It didn’t even sound like you had a choice. “I like how you’re all dolled up for me.” You nod, wordless as you are finally getting his touch after so long.

He dip his fingers between your swollen lips, smearing your wetness over your twitching clit. You don’t know if it was because he hadn’t touched you in so long but you already felt like cumming. Your hips buckle as he started to circle the bundle of nerves, pressing hard on it, just how you like it. He wasn’t looking much better. Breathing heavily at the sight before him and at your every sound. Your nails scrape at his flushed, freckled skin when he travels his other hand to your entrance.

Felix pressed his finger inside of you, moaning at the way you suck him right in. He thought you needed some stretching out but you were so wet that he slipped another of his fingers right in. Your boyfriend didn’t have the longest fingers but they were quick and so precise at targeting that one plushy spot—“Fuck, Felix-“ You gasp out as he curled his fingers just right, whole body trembling as he started to quicken his movements.

He shut you up with his mouth, fucking his tongue inside your mouth. Moaning with you at the wet sounds of your hungry cunt, he then bit your bottom lip. No words were exchanged, only just sighing in each other’s mouth. He rutted against your thigh, hot and heavy and just the thought of having him inside you made you closer. The way how he is so good at everything was beyond you. “I’m close.” You rasp out, grabbing at his shoulder tightly as the familiar feeling starts to bubble inside your lower tummy.

Felix pulls away to look at you fully, making you quiver at his dark look and bitten lips. “Yeah? Come on baby.” He whispered filthily, voice deep, his other hand now rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Cum for me…” You let out a long drawn moan, whole body shaking, legs clasping around his hips to pull him even closer to you. Your release completely flooded his hands, soaking the sheets with your mind blowing orgasm.

Your ears ring as your head slumps onto the sheets. It’s been so long that you already felt worn out but your boyfriend had a whole different idea. He kissed you hungrily, brushing your hair lovingly, his hands all sticky from you and looking at you like you hanged the moon but you know you probably look like a complete mess. Your mind comes back to you at the touch of his cock just below your pussy. “Ride me baby, come on.” The blonde groans out, pulling you up. “It’s my birthday after all.” You let out a small laugh, a little exhausted but you couldn’t miss the opportunity to ride him.

As he got comfortable on the bed, you smoothen down your wild hair and the straps of your babydoll that keep sliding down. He literally made you cum so hard that you could hardly think straight and now he was looking at you so innocently and all naked, waiting for you. He really is the devil in disguise. Felix pats his thighs at you in expectation, smiling at you sweetly, it made your heart melt and your cunt gush more.

You put your legs at each side of his hips, balancing yourself with your hand on his abs while the other grabbed his cock. The hands on your thighs tightened as his tip glides along your pussy and you couldn’t help but sigh out in bliss as you slowly lowered yourself on him. The stretch was even more delicious than you remembered. He was literally made for you.

The room was only filled with your noises of pleasure and your skins slapping against each other. You really are trying to give it all to him hard but every time you would swallow him whole, your legs shake wildly at the pleasure. He watched with big eyes your bouncing tits that were spilling out from your top and then looking back at your blissful face. “S-so good.” The blonde shuttered, hands groping at your tits, thumbs trailing over your exposed, hard nipples. “S-so fucking good to me.”

You moaned in agreement, breathing heavily. Your legs scream at you but it was too good to stop. “Please-“ You pleaded, eyes glassy, looking down at him. “Please, fuck me hard Felix, I-I need it–“

He surprises you with his change of demeanor but you did ask for it. He grabs your hips, pulling out of you and manhandling you on your tummy. A puff of air comes from you, arching your back, almost like in a muscle memory and putting your ass high for him to slide right in. The change of positions made him go even deeper, every snap of his hips hitting the small spot inside you. You are already drooling on the bed, brain dead at the way he is fucking you. “You look so good like this, fuck–“ More curses fly from his full lips, you whimpering back at him. A nasty slap rings in the air as his hand meets your right cheek, your skin jiggling by the impact. It only made him go faster.

Felix always fucks hard but there is also the undertone of his undying love for you. “Wish I could take a picture.” He said, between each trust. He grasp you by your hair, pulling your head up enough to see your fuckout state and whisper in your ear. “Fuck, I do wish I could show them how good you’re taking me, you would like that?” He hummed. You don’t know what to say to that as you are far too gone and also you don’t know what you should answer at such question.

At your lack of answer he pulls your hair harder but still not hard enough to hurt but you could feel your scalp burn slightly. “Answer me.” He said, almost hissing out, you just in shock by his words. “You’re not listening, too cock drunk to even think huh? I know how much you would enjoy them seeing you like this but you will always be mine–“

“Yes!” You moaned loudly at one particular angle of his thrusts that hit your spot perfectly. “I’m yours.” He pulled you into a messy kiss, his own hips shuttering against your ass. Your mixed drool fall down your chins, whining loudly. It doesn’t take long for him to go quiet again, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes rolling back into your head as you came for the second time but now finally on his cock. He whimpers at your walls squeezing around him, hips stilling before you could feel his cum spilling inside of you.

You both in exhaustion fell over, his softening cock still twitching inside of you as well as your cunt sucking him all dry. Felix presses small kisses on your sweaty shoulder, feeling a smile on your skin and you couldn’t help but to pull him into a kiss. You two layed there like this for a while before he pulls out of you, you whining at the lost of contact. “I’ll be right back.” Felix said, kissing your head and walking away to the bathroom.

He comes back shortly with a cloth for you to wash yourself as you are too exhausted to move. You sit up to take it from him but he beat you to it, wiping carefully his leaking cum out of you. He is such a sweetheart. Smiling wildly he finally falls back on the bed after cleaning you up. “How did you like your present?” You grinned at him as he played with the blue tulle of your baby doll.

“I love it.” He said, glancing up at you to meet your eyes. “Maybe we could do it more often?” You two laughed at his words.

You can’t help but to wonder back at his words. What did he mean by letting his band members seeing you like this? You are not blind, all of his friends are attractive but would he really not mind sharing you? Or was it just the heat of the moment? Well it did made you hot all over and if he didn’t like that idea he wouldn’t say it, right?

You sit up, looking down at him. “I bought some of those small cakes you like so much.”

He gasps at your words, eyes twinkling. “Gosh, you really are the best girlfriend!” He exclaimed, pulling you down for a hug, making you sniffle a laugh into his chest.

You pull away from him, again. “I should get dressed.” You said, pulling yourself from the bed.

He at that stops pulling his t-shirt over his head. “No, keep it!” You raised an eyebrow at him and he pouts back at you pointed look. “It’s my birthday!” Rolling you eyes, you nod pulling him out of the room with you but he was still quick enough to smack you across your ass, a squeal coming out of you as he only laughed back at your reaction.

You walk into your kitchen that is joined with your living room but you would’ve never guessed someone already sitting at your couch. And not just someone…your boyfriend’s friends that were just a second ago mentioned while you two were fucking. “Are you guys done? I thought the roof would came down from how much you were fucking.” Said Minho, making you both gasp.

You stood there in shock and you weren’t the only one as all eyes where on you. You suddenly become aware of your state, pulling down the bottom of your babydoll but it only made your breast spill out from the top. You meet briefly the eyes of the youngest who quickly look away with wide eyes and then your eyes meet your boyfriend’s best friend who actually has no intention of looking away like his other friend. “Want us to joy or something?” Snickers Seungmin some of the guys joining him but you couldn’t help but notice the obvious blush on his neck.

It wakes you up from your trance, quickly twirling around to go back to your bedroom but now your whole ass is basically out for anyone to see. You swear you heard some of them groan. A hand around your wrist however stops you from running away in embarrassment. You turn your head to meet the puppy dog eyes of your boyfriend. “Can we baby? Please, it’s my birthday but only if you want to...” You suddenly remember that his friends really were supposed to come over and celebrate with you both…was this actually his plan all along?

You shiver at his words, eyes flickering to the others who look at you hungrily. How could you possibly not say yes?

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bedoballoons · 5 months

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Hello! Just wanted to say I LUV ur workss!

I also have a little smth

Basically they take the reader out shopping specifically for undergarments and someone just so happens to walk in? W/ kazuha, albedo, lyney, xiao?

Awe thank you! I'm glad you do and I hope I can keep it up! Apologies for your request taking so long, but I hope you enjoy even so!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~You look mighty fine~༺}

CW: Very suggestive! MDNI! Almost smut but not! Established relationships! Gn pronouns used! Heated makeouts and the characters are kinda pervy cause they peek in on the reader! Modern au! Use of the words undies, panties etc.

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Kazuha, And Xiao!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney's hands drummed against the armrest of his chair. All around him were others shopping for lacy undergarments and lingerie, but he was entirely to infatuated with the changing room to even care. Just knowing you were in there, trying on those enticing things, oh how it made his heart race...you were so close..just a peek and he could see exactly what you'd gotten for him. It was so tempting..

"Only a few more minutes I swear! Just trying on this one...it's a bit strappy though.."

Lyney chocked on air, trying to not think about what that could mean...but wanting so desperately to find out. Just. One. Peek. "Take your time Mon amour!" Perhaps this wasn't appropriate of him...he could really wait a bit longer, but his body was already in motion. Hand reaching out to touch the curtain and slightly open it..

You smiled to yourself, spinning around like you had no idea what he was doing, "Lyney? W-what are you-"

"Mon amour, apologies to interrupt you and invade your privacy...but I...I..nevermind words just let me have you." He pulled you close, kissing your soft lips as his hands ran down your body, snapping the straps of your undies so it would gently smack your skin. You made him absolutely dizzy with need, groans spilling out of him as the kiss grew more heated. If you didn't hurry and finish your shopping...you might just get kicked out of the store~

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo leaned his head back against the frame of the changing room, forcing himself to not glance into the parting between the curtain door and the frame itself...he had no idea shopping for new undergarments for you would leave him so...heated.

It felt like the store was growing warmer by the second, like the thoughts in his head were slowly corrupting him...he couldn't help it really. You were a masterpiece, your body a work of art...and the vivid picture of your trying on perfect little undies for him..."How much longer did you say love?"

"Not long! Just making sure the thong part fits as nice as it should! Oops I mean, just triple checking they fit~"

Albedos legs went numb for a second, his face dusted with a sweet pink hue...were you really trying on such a thing mere inches away from him? His heart began to beat harder in his chest, maybe if he had a bit more will power he could have stopped himself, but alas his eyes glanced into the small gap and there you were. Standing there so beautiful with your body basically on display for him...

He held back a soft moan, looking away almost as fast as he had peeked..."L-love...I think the fit is perfect, please I'm...in deserpate need to return home.."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha loved shopping with you, wandering around the the mall aimlessly while you glanced in windows and occasionally tried things on. It was always such a soft couple experience that brought you two closer...

But now you'd decided to shop for new undies. Bringing him along as you picked out various lacy ones...themed ones, red ones, black ones, all while he trailed behind you with a bright red blush. He was a creative person, always envisioning things in a calming, breath taking way...and you were no exception. He kept thinking about all the different choices, picturing what they'd look like on you...what he'd do while you wore them.

It was starting to get a bit much for him...his own imagination swaying how he'd normally handle himself..

"Kazu? Are you doin okay? You look a bit red in the face.." You closed the curtain behind you, trying to get ahold of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you took of your clothing, intentionally leaving them visible on the ground while you started to try on the choices.

"Yes...no....?"

"What? Kazuha, what does that mean?" You paused for a moment, waiting for a answer..., but he'd already entered the small room. His warm hands gently grabbing onto your hips so he could pull you close...kiss you passionately while every so often opening his eyes to catch a glimpse of you in the mirror...

His lips trailed down to your neck, his body forcing yours against the changing room walls...maybe he should shop with you for these items more often~

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed softly, watching the ground beneath his feet...wondering how such a simple shopping date had become such a flustering event. He wasn't even sure how you'd even convinced him to walk into the undergarment section...let alone try some on while he was just outside. He could hear you changing...see your clothes fall to floor out of the corner of his eye..

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"How...how many are you going to try?" His voice sounded strained..., like he was bound by something and he silently cursed himself for the neediness that coated each word.

"Just a few! What did you think of the sheer one hmm? It's super soft and I love it!"

He swallowed roughly, remembering the basically see through panties that you'd held up to him...the idea of you wearing them sent a shiver down his spine, "T-they were good."

"Good as in like I should get them, or good as in I could do better? Because I think they are hugging me in all the right places."

"Archons above..." He muttered...knowing that any grip he had on himself had been let go as he slipped into the room with you. His eyes ravaged you, taking in how the undies emphasized everything in the most perfect ways...

"X-xiao-"

"Enough." He leaned in close, his face barely a inch away from yours...his breath hot on your skin, "I'm not patient enough to do nothing...let me have you~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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the lingerie era | myg

🦋pairing: neighbor!yoongi x reader (f)

🦋genre: smut, fluff, f2l, neighbor!au, childhoodfriend!au, best friend’s older brother, lingeriemodel!reader

🦋summary: Sending Min Yoongi, aka your ridiculously hot neighbor/childhood friend, a photo of yourself in lingerie might be the best or stupidest mistake you’ve ever made.

🦋word count: 10.1k

🦋warnings: fingering, oral (m receiving), corruption kink, gagging, deepthroating...? rough sex w/protection, implied masturbation (m), light degradation, the way oc becomes a slut for his cock so quick, yoongi touches boobies, nipple play, dirty talk, yoongi teasing reader for 4263 years straight bc he's mean

a/n: this is the extended version of the airdrop incident! if you haven't read that drabble already, it's fine bc that scene is included in this one!💖

An onlooker might be wondering why you’re standing outside your neighbor’s door at ass o’clock in nothing but an oversized tee, but the answer is simple. Mistakes were made. You’re an idiot.

Approximately five minutes ago, you thought it’d be cute to send your best friend Mo a photo from your first day at your new job. But it wasn’t just any photo. It was a photo of you in strappy black lingerie, lying on beige silk sheets all glowy and oiled up. You’re gazing up into the camera lens like it’s the dark eyes of a man about to rail you.

As weird as it sounds to be sending that kind of photo to your best friend, you’ve known her your entire life and she’s always been the number one supporter of your modeling career. In fact, she’s the one who bugged you for the pics in the first place.

You have no regrets for wanting to share the photo with your best friend. You just hate yourself for thinking it’d be fine to AirDrop it since she lives right next door. In your defense, your company is paying for your work phone—the new iPhone—and you were eager to play around with all the random features you won’t otherwise be using. Besides, AirDrop has a small range and Mo is your neighbor, so it was the perfect opportunity to test it out. In theory, she would’ve received the photo no problem—if she were actually home.

But Mo wasn’t home. You’d realized that too late after the AirDrop had gone through to someone else. Mortified is an understatement of how you felt when she sent a text saying, “GIRL;;;; I’m at Namjoon’s place rn;;;; I am NOT in AirDrop range🥲”

For a good two minutes, you were convinced it must’ve been some creepy stalker who’d accepted your AirDrop… or the sweet elderly lady who lives across the street and occasionally drops off a tray of baked goods. You could totally see her accidentally accepting the AirDrop, only to be blindsided and violated by that photo of you. There’s no way in hell you’ll be able to return her sparkly red reindeer platter from her last cookie delivery. Not after she’s seen you like that.

But then an even darker thought came to mind. And you’d take creepy stalker or innocent granny over that any day.

That’s how you ended up on your neighbor’s doorstep at ass o’clock.

After letting you stand out in the cold for a whole ass minute, he finally answers the door. “He” as in Min Yoongi, your childhood friend slash nemesis, the older brother of your best friend, or, in the simplest terms, your hot neighbor.

And when you say “hot,” you mean really hot. Your innocent little crush on him was cute when you were ten, but the admiration has since evolved into pure lust. You’ve admittedly thought about him in ways you should not be thinking about a childhood friend let alone your best friend’s brother.

Whenever you catch a glimpse of his big hands, you wish they were on your body, you wish his long veiny fingers would curl inside you, and the tiniest part of you wishes he wasn’t someone you had a long history with. You always feel like you have to be on your toes around him because of that history. Because you know it can all fall apart with one wrong move—like accidentally sending him a suggestive lingerie photo. Oops.

“Yes?” he raises a brow, staring at the way you’re shivering outside his door, the way your perky nipples are most definitely poking through your shirt. You’re sure he sees it all. But given the fact that he’s practically seen you naked, you don’t even bother covering up. What’s the point?

“Did you, by chance, get an AirDrop like five minutes ago?” you get straight to the point. It’s fucking freezing, after all. He could’ve at least asked you to come inside for a sec. You would’ve declined to avoid the risk of temptation, but still.

“Depends,” he hums, eyes still very much on your chest. The boy has no shame apparently. You’re pretty sure he’s dating that pretty brunette you’ve seen sneaking in and out of his house lately, so why’s he looking at you like that? “What was the AirDrop?”

“A picture of me,” you mumble. It was freezing a minute ago, but now your face feels hot. That’s weird.

“Hmm, not sure if the one I’m thinking of is you or not.” The bastard puts on his most exaggerated thinking face—like that emoji with the hand on his chin. You hate him. “What were you wearing?”

“Nothing!” you squeak at him. Both of you know no one fucking uses AirDrop except old people. He’s obviously playing dumb and knows what’s going on. He just wants to hear it from your mouth to make his ego bigger than it already is. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Pretty sure you were wearing something…” he furrows his brow, unlocking his phone to “confirm” what he saw. You snatch the phone out of his hand, but he seems to remember the contents of the photo just fine. “Ah, yes. Black strappy lingerie, right? I didn’t know you were like that, Y/N.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you scroll through and search for the picture in question. AirDrop must have its own stupid section on the phone because you can’t find it anywhere.

“Relax, I already deleted it,” he chuckles at how determined you are. You’re not falling for it. Surely he’s already leaked the photo on OnlyFans. You don’t have a whole lot of faith in Min Yoongi. He’s never been The Nice Guy. “Who were you trying to send it to?”

“None of your business.” He has a girlfriend, after all. Why should he care about who you’re sending those kinds of pictures to?

“My sister?”

“Fine. Yes, her.”

“You’re sneaking around sending nudes to my sister? On AirDrop?” he narrows his eyes. Why does he seem more disgusted at the AirDrop part? You’d laugh if you weren’t so stressed. “She’s in a very committed relationship, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You don’t know what’s worse—him thinking you’re hitting on his sister aka your best friend, or admitting the pic was from a photoshoot for your new job. There are no winners here. Might as well come clean. “She’s the one who asked for pics so she could fangirl over her lingerie model best friend.”

“My little Y/N grew up and became a lingerie model?” He tilts his head, intrigued. He might’ve deleted the pic from his phone, but you bet the image is forever ingrained in that fuckboy head of his. You wonder how his girlfriend feels about him thinking of other girls in that context. You’d feel shitty. He’s a horrible boyfriend. “In that case, I’d also like to show support. Mind if you send the pic ag—”

You cut him off with a growl. His eyes slowly work their way up your bare legs to your chest to your death glare.

“I kid, I kid.” He waves his hands like a white flag so you don’t pounce on him. But then something occurs to him. His smug look turns into a frown. “Wait, so AirDropping it to me wasn’t ‘an accident’?” he asks with air quotes.

“No, it was a real accident, Yoongi,” you scoff. You can’t believe he thought you’d intentionally sent that pic to him. He’s so full of himself. He’s the last person you’d ever want to see those pics.

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Elaborate.”

“It would’ve been kinda cute if you did it to get my attention,” he shrugs, leaning his head against the doorframe. “Just like when we were younger. Remember how you’d always tug on my arm and pout until I acknowledged you?”

“No, but it’s kinda weird that you remember it.” You finally cross your arms in front of your chest. “It’s also kinda weird that you want my attention when that’s what your girlfriend is there for.”

“It’s kinda weird that you keep up with my love life and know I have a girlfriend,” he fires back at you in his usual arrogant tone. “I’m breaking up with her, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know.”

You pause the petty war for a second. Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend because you accidentally sent him one (1) risqué photo of yourself? To be fair, you do look pretty hot in that photo. But still! You’ve known the guy your whole life, and all it’s ever amounted to was banter with a hint of feelings and dirty thoughts on your end. You’d always assumed Yoongi thought of you as nothing more than his little sister’s friend. Surely he’s just toying with you right now. Because that’s what fuckboys do.

That’s what Min Yoongis do.

“Good to know,” you nod, the cold breeze coming back. You better leave now before you do something stupid again. Stupid AirDrop. “Well, I’m gonna go now. It’s fucking cold.”

You drop his phone into his palm, your fingers grazing his in the process. They’re so warm. But your fluffy blanket is warmer. And it’d never betray you.

“Thanks for only being a slight dick about the pic,” you say, scurrying off to your doorstep.

“Anytime,” he smirks. Asshole. “I’ll AirDrop you later.”

“I don’t want your dick pics, sir.” You hear his laugh before closing the door.

A minute later, you get an AirDrop of what you hope is not in fact a dick pic. You accept it immediately. It’s a blurry selfie of him on his bed, flipping you off with an emphasis on how much extra mattress space he has. That has to be the quickest breakup of all time. They don’t call him a fuckboy for nothing.

He accompanies the selfie with a simple text:

Yoongi🗿 [2:03AM] “Your loss”

The rest of the night is spent staring at the extra space next to him on his bed. He’s taunting you. Teasing you. Tempting you to do something you’ll surely regret. Well, you’re not taking the bait. The accidental AirDrop was an honest mistake, but this one would be all on you. Because you understand the risks.

It’s best to keep things how they are between you two.

After a night of tossing and turning, your week somehow gets worse. Your car decides to malfunction fifteen minutes before you’re supposed to be at work. You swear it was working perfectly yesterday. Then again, you don’t know shit about cars.

Your first instinct is to call Mo. You like to think of yourself as a prepared person, but shit happens. And when shit happens, Mo is your person—your one phone-a-friend. But you know she’s with Namjoon, and you know she’d drop everything including him for you—you’d do the same for her. You’d rather not be a cockblock when things are going so well for them.

Alternatively, you would’ve borrowed your parents’ car, but they moved into a nicer place a few years ago and reluctantly left you behind after a lot of convincing on your end. You can handle yourself, you told them. And it was going great—until The AirDrop Incident happened and your car refused to start up for no fucking reason.

Uber and public transportation are other options, but you don’t have time to wait for those rides to arrive. You need to leave in the next 30 seconds or risk being late. Your new job is on the line here.

And that’s why you find yourself, once again, at Min Yoongi’s doorstep. You hate it here.

He opens the door and blinks his heavy lids at you several times before saying anything. Poor boy. The morning sun is too bright for him, like a cat waking up from its first nap of the day. And yet, he still manages to look so attractive with that messy hair and furrowed brow. You bet the raspiness in his voice is even more seductive in the morning. It is.

“Are we really doing this again?” he asks, pointing his finger back and forth between you and him. At least he’s awake enough to realize shit like this shouldn’t be happening two days in a row. You’re sick of it too.

“I need to be at a shoot in like ten minutes, and my car is fucked up right now, so…” You wish the boy would finish the sentence for you, but he’s just standing there like a smug ass. You’d shove him over, but you’re going to be late and he’s your only option. So you swallow your pride, just this once. “Do you think you can give me a ride?”

He makes some sort of grunt and says, “I’ll be out in a sec,” before shutting the door in your face. You’ll take that over the teasing you were expecting. Must be too early for the banter.

As soon as you get into his car, you realize you were horribly wrong. The false sense of security got you good. Apparently, it’s never too early for banter.

“What would you do without me, hm?” he asks, looking more awake and alive than ever before. Glowing, even. You knew it. He gets a kick out of you needing his help. He’s always been like this. One time when you were seven, your dumb ass climbed up a tree and got stuck up there like a cat. He’d only helped you down after you begged him for ten minutes straight. And although he stood right below you to break your fall in the unlikely event that you slipped, he also had a big fat smile on his face the entire time. He’s the worst.

“I’d manage.”

“I’m sure you would, Y/N.” He doesn’t sound very convinced. Kind of like your parents before they agreed to trust you on your own. “So, what’s this about lingerie and modeling?”

“Got a problem with it?” you challenge him. The very reason you haven’t told anyone else about your job aside from your best friend is that fear of judgment. As far as your parents know, you do modeling for a trendy clothing brand (you do). They just don’t know about your side hustle. You’re sure a guy like Yoongi has no problem with it, though. In fact, last night he sounded awfully eager to support your new job because it just so happens to center around two of his favorite things—tits and ass.

“Not at all,” he hums. “Just curious how it happened.”

“My ex had connections to the company,” you say.

“And you dumped him after he got you a job?” He raises his brow and laughs. What’s he so amused about? “Kind of savage, Y/N.”

“Actually, he broke up with me,” you correct him. How dare he assume you’re the savage one.

“Why would he do that?” he asks, as if it’s not normal for people to break up. Maybe it’s just his protective gene kicking in. He was the same way when he heard about your first breakup years ago.

“He said I wasn’t giving him enough,” you shrug. You’re honestly not too upset about it. It’s not like you had enough time to get attached to him anyway.

“Giving him enough what? Head?”

You glare at the boy even though you really want to laugh. He’s not entirely wrong.

“Sorry.” He does a quick glance at you as he turns the corner. Still smiling, though. “Well, if I had to guess, it had something to do with you playing hard to get.”

“I do not play hard to get,” you say with a firm hmph.

“You’re certainly not making it easy now,” he frowns. Okay, maybe he has a point. But in your defense, the trait rubbed off on you from Yoongi himself. You spent your entire childhood chasing after him and wound up with nothing. You worked your ass off for any sort of reciprocated feelings from him, only for him to continue to treat you like an annoying child as you both grew older.

By the time college came around, you were tired of doing all the chasing and thought you’d finally outgrown that neediness for him. You told yourself it was better that way, to keep him as nothing more than a bittersweet childhood memory. And you moved on. For once, you just wanted to be desired and admired by someone as deeply as you’d felt for Yoongi.

And when you think about it, all of your past relationships might have relied too much on the thrill of the chase. You never thought about what came after. You never envisioned a future beyond the chase. That’s why those relationships were so quick to fizzle out. You didn’t give them a reason to stick around.

You didn’t give them enough.

Yoongi unlocks the doors as he pulls up in front of the building for the shoot. You unbuckle your seatbelt and thank him on the way out like he’s your Uber driver.

But then he goes off script. “When should I pick you up?”

You weren’t expecting a ride home. After your car died on you, you’d immediately changed from your cute ankle boots into sneakers in preparation for the long walk home after work. In fact, you would’ve opted to walk to work too if you had enough time. Like you said before, you can handle yourself just fine. Ever since you found your footing as a model and started living alone, you’ve stopped relying on anyone else.

“No need. I’ll walk home,” you gently decline, kicking your white sneakers up for him to see.

Still, you can’t pretend like it doesn’t feel nice that the boy offered you another ride. It’s a subtle gesture, but it lets you know he’s watching out for you. There’s at least one person you can count on, even when your best friend and family aren’t around. And that’s already more than you could ever ask for.

“We can grab dinner after,” he suggests, leaning his arms against the steering wheel. You know exactly what he’s doing—playing to your weakness and bribing you with food. Because that’s the one thing you rarely ever say no to. You’ve always been that way.

“Okay, sure. I’ll be done around six.”

It’s fine. You’ll pay for his meal as thanks for the rides. Then you’re even.

The first half of the shoot goes well. The lingerie they’ve picked out for you is super pretty, and the assistant said you get to keep your favorite set after the day wraps up. Right now, you’re feeling pretty fucking good despite the stressful night and morning you had.

During your lunch break, you find some shameless texts waiting for you.

Yoongi🗿 [10:34AM] “My friend would like you to send pics of your wardrobe😌”

Yoongi🗿 [10:34AM] “For science”

For science. Your smile flattens just a little. You get that he’s just teasing you, but part of you really wonders if he’s only paying this much attention to you because of your job and the picture you’d AirDropped to him. All you are to him is a hot body to look at. That’s the only reason he broke up with his girlfriend, isn’t it?

If you hadn’t been a dumbass and sent him that photo, he would’ve simply dropped you off at work like the silent Uber driver he was supposed to be. And that would’ve been the end of it. There wouldn’t have been a “let’s get dinner after” or a “send pics of your skimpy lingerie.”

And yet, this is exactly what you’d been yearning for since age five—his attention.

If you really wanted to, you could play along and send him a teaser of the lingerie you decided to take home—a polka-dot mesh set that is very seethrough. You could even drop it in his lap when he picks you up later and tell him it’s a souvenir. That’d get his attention for sure.

But you’re not going to do that. Obviously. Instead, you send him a boring pic of a rack with empty hangers. Because that’s playing it safe.

Yoongi🗿 [12:58PM] “Going nude today?”

Yoongi🗿 [12:58PM] “Or are those micro thongs getting smaller?🧐”

Yoongi🗿 [12:59PM] “Hello”

You wheeze. He’s lucky you’ve known him since birth. If it were any other guy, you’d ghost him for saying shit like that. Then again, he’s only saying it because he knows he can get away with it with you.

Y/N🐣 [1:00PM] “i have to get back to work now🫡”

When you finally reach the homestretch of the shoot, you’re tired and more than a little hungry. It’s been a long day, but you want to finish strong before indulging in a nice dinner with you-know-who. You decided you want to take him to your favorite new sushi spot. Not because you know he loves sushi but because it’s what you happen to be craving today.

While sitting down on the fluffiest rug your ass has ever felt, you model a pretty white set with lots of ties like a bikini. Just a few more photos to go, and then you can get your sushi with your Uber driver. But then your starved brain starts to fuck with you.

Just off to the side behind the camera, you see a shadow that looks a lot like Yoongi. You know it’s not actually him, though. It’s just a hallucination spawning from your cravings. Your cravings for sushi, you clarify to yourself.

Then the shadow crosses his arms and smirks as you get on your knees and press an innocent finger to your bottom lip like you’re just asking for your mouth to be filled. As soon as the camera captures a few shots, your eyes dart back to check on the shadow. He gives you a thumbs up.

That’s not a shadow.

Suddenly, your cheeks are hot and your chest is pounding. He’s not supposed to be here. How are you supposed to focus when you know your childhood friend is watching? You have all these eyes on your body as it is, but he’s the only one that really gets you flustered. More flustered than your first day on the job here.

“Can we redo that shot one more time, please?” the photographer asks. “Relax your shoulders a bit, honey.”

You drop your shoulders, but that’s not going to hide the way your heart is practically pounding out of your chest that you know he’s got his eyes glued to.

“Actually, can I take a quick water break?” You shoot up from the rug, take a long sip of water, grab your thin little robe, and drag your unwanted visitor off to the side.

“Hi to you, too,” he says, glancing down at the way your fingers wrap around his wrist.

“What are you doing here?” Your shaky tone screams of unease. When he said he’d pick you up, you weren’t expecting him to actually go in like a parent picking up their kid from school. He was supposed to stay put in his car where you’d meet him after work. That was the plan. Not this.

He studies your face as if he’s debating whether or not you’re being serious right now, as if he expected you to be happy to see him. After building up the anticipation for several seconds more, he has the audacity to say, “Just here to show my support for my lingerie model neighbor.”

Why did you even bother asking? You should’ve known. He just confirmed what you’d hoped wasn’t true. He’s only paying any attention to you because of that dirty image you ingrained in his head with that dumb AirDrop.

And to be honest, you’re kind of over it. Maybe it’s just your empty stomach raging, but he should know that this is crossing the line. He’s your neighbor for crying out loud. He’d seen you lose your two front teeth, gone trick-or-treating with you, witnessed your awkward teen phase, and all that other wholesome childhood shit. Sure, he gave you a hard time every step of the way, but his presence in your life and the memories you made together were all you ever wanted to protect.

That’s why you chose to stay behind when your parents moved away. You were fine with being away from your own family, and you were even fine when Mo started spending more time with Namjoon. But Yoongi has always been a different case.

You gave up on seeing him in a romantic way after realizing it just wasn’t realistic. If you’d let yourself feel that way any longer, he’d eventually have to reject you, and then that would be the end of it. And you’d much rather keep him in your life than risk it all with a dumb confession of unrequited love. He doesn’t love you, and you’re okay with that.

You just wish he wouldn’t make it so painfully obvious that it’s only your body that he’s after. Because that’s when it might be easier on your heart to cut ties with him.

“I work better when you’re not here.” You let go of his wrist and don’t look up from the red mark your tight grip left on his pale skin. You’re not going to let his charm sway you. He needs to leave. Nothing good can come out of him being here.

So he backs away and leaves.

As you tie your sneakers and refill your water bottle in preparation for the long walk home, you let out a big sigh. Looks like you won’t be getting your sushi fix tonight. Stupid AirDrop.

You wave bye to the crew and claim your free lingerie before stepping outside. To your surprise, it’s already dark out even though you thought the sun wasn’t supposed to set until seven. If you squint hard enough, you swear you can see Yoongi’s car parked in the lot.

So you try not to squint.

But as soon as you walk past the car, your feet make a u-turn until you can see the boy leaning back in his seat, eyes closed and arms folded against his chest. You might still be upset, but you can’t deny how good-looking he is. It’s not fair. The only reason you stop staring is to avoid judgment from anyone passing by. And because you kind of need to talk to him.

You knock on the window on the passenger side.

He doesn’t even flinch.

You knock again. Still nothing. Either he’s dead, or he’s just fucking with you. He better not be fucking with you when you’re mad. Read the room, asshole.

Trying your best not to throw your phone at his window, you instead use it to call him. His phone screen blinds you as it flashes on in the darkness and vibrates against his thigh.

This time you catch the slightest twitch of his pretty pink lips. They’re glowing in the light of his phone screen.

You walk around to the driver’s side and get a better look at his glowy handsome face. “I know you’re awake.”

Now he has a full smile to accompany his closed eyelids, cosplaying as a happy corpse.

You roll your eyes at him and start walking in the opposite direction. “All good, I’ll just walk home.”

The doors unlock real quick. The corpse snaps out of his eternal slumber. “Hey, I was kidding,” he calls out the window. “Come back here.”

For the second time in the past three minutes, you make a u-turn toward his car. But this time, you hop in, hesitant to look him in the eye.

“I didn’t think you’d still be waiting here…” You bite your lip. You wish he weren’t still here. Then you wouldn’t be forced to talk about what happened earlier. It’d be much easier to not talk about your feelings.

“You agreed to grab dinner with me afterward, didn’t you?” He’s acting like you didn’t banish him from the building twenty minutes ago. He’s acting like you could’ve told him to never speak to you again and he’d still be waiting here because of some promise you’d both made earlier in the day. He would’ve been waiting here for you no matter what.

Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten that upset. Time to go in over-two-decades-of-history-preservation mode.

“Yeah but… I kind of overreacted earlier. Then again, I don’t know how else I’m supposed to react when my neighbor sees me half-naked,” you say, shrinking in your seat. “I still meant what I said, though. I work a lot better when you’re not around because you make it hard to focus.”

You immediately regret admitting that last bit.

“It’s understandable that you get so flustered around me. Kind of cute, too,” he hums like he just won the lottery. Mother fucker. “But I should’ve just been honest with you earlier.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head like a lost puppy.

“Someone obviously hasn’t checked their phone in a while,” he chuckles, pointing to the pink phone resting atop the mesh lingerie in your bag. You grab your phone and shove the lingerie deeper into your bag until it’s out of his view. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

Sure enough, you have more unread texts waiting for you beneath the thirsty ones from lunch.

Yoongi🗿 [6:29PM] “Is the shoot running late?”

Yoongi🗿 [6:29PM] “No rush btw. Just want to make sure you didn’t die in the bathroom or something haha”

Yoongi🗿 [7:01PM] “So should I be concerned or”

Yoongi🗿 [7:02PM] “Just to clarify, I don’t believe you’re deceased in the bathroom”

Yoongi🗿 [7:02PM] “But I am gonna go in and check lol”

Then you realize how late it is. It’s over an hour past the time you told Yoongi you’d be done. No wonder it’s fucking dark out.

Your whole mind is spinning, and you have a lot of questions. You turn to him, and the first thing you ask is, “You thought I died in the bathroom?”

“You were running late, not responding, and, well… I had to check,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t know the lady at the front desk was going to bring me right to the shoot.” So he had good intentions after all. He wasn’t just after your body—far from it, in fact. He was genuinely worried about you.

Well, shit. Now you look like the asshole for telling him to fuck off after he thought to check up on you like a guardian angel. He should’ve just said so in the first place. But maybe it’s hard for him to admit that sort of thing, too. You can relate.

You still feel bad, though. Doubt had clouded your better judgment because of your own insecurities. You didn’t believe what he was doing for you was unconditional. But the truth is, he cares about you more than you know. He always has.

Was Yoongi completely and utterly crushed after you’d asked him to leave your photoshoot? Yes. But he wasn’t going to show that to you. After all, as far as you knew, he’d only dropped by to check you out in that pretty lingerie. That’s always been his biggest downfall. He’s never been fully honest with you. It’s understandable that you’d be frustrated with him.

You had every right to be mad at him for interfering with your work. You had every right to walk away right past his car after the shoot. And yet, you still chose to sit down beside him to salvage whatever it is between you and him. It’s always been complicated like this, but it’s worth all the petty bickering you guys do on a daily basis. Seeing you so flustered and cute makes it all worth it.

The last thing he wants is for you to slip through his fingers. Because a world without you would just be weird. And boring. And lonely.

And now you’re rambling on about sushi—his favorite food. You claim you’ve been craving it all day, but it’s not very convincing.

“Hey, the sushi place is the other way,” you frown as he turns left instead of right. “You’re the worst Uber driver ever. I’m leaving you a one-star review.”

“I thought you didn’t like sushi,” he points out, completely ignoring your Karen threat.

“Yeah, when I was like ten. I’m allowed to change what I like, aren’t I?” You make a good point. Maybe your taste buds have changed and you aren’t just catering to his preferences. But it’s in his nature to keep pushing your buttons, to keep getting a reaction out of you. That’s the one thing he knows will never change between you and him.

“You were cuter when you didn’t like sushi.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your head away from him and toward the window to hide your face. He can still see your reflection, though. For such harsh words, your expression is soft.

It’s funny because that’s what Yoongi has always liked most about you. You’re a tough cookie—you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it—but the best cookies are the ones with soft centers. And he loves to devour and savor that soft side you only seem to show him.

About ten minutes later, he pulls up to a drive-thru you’ll surely recognize. He doesn’t go there often himself, but whenever he does, he’s reminded of those Halloween nights spent scaring the shit out of you before spending his allowance to buy you a kid’s meal with a dumb light-up pumpkin toy. He’s reminded of the time you broke up with your first boyfriend and needed someone to rant to over vanilla milkshakes and fries. He’s reminded of the past two decades the two of you shared together, no matter how silly or short-lived the moments were. He’s cherished all of it.

It might not be the sushi you’d hoped for, but your eyes light up when you see the fast food sign. You lean in closer to him to get a better look at the menu. Today you smell like fruit and—he goes in for another sniff by your neck, purely to identify the intoxicating scent you’re wearing—something floral.

“Ooh, order me the nugget combo with an iced coffee,” you finally glance at him, mid-sniff, with the eyes of an angel. He knew you’d appreciate the fast food.

“You and your nuggets. What are you? A baby?” he chuckles before being greeted and prompted to order over the speaker. “Can we get a burger combo with iced coffee, one kid’s meal with nuggets and milk—”

You give his shoulder a small shove.

He smirks but otherwise continues on as if nothing happened, “—and a nugget combo with iced coffee.”

“So a total of two combos and one kid’s meal?” the employee double-checks.

“Actually—”

“Yeah,” he cuts you off and drives to the pick-up window before you could protest and cancel the kid’s meal order.

“Why do you need a kid’s meal?” you mumble as the employee hands off the big bag of food to Yoongi. You’re so cute when you’re pouty.

“It’s for you, obviously.” He pulls into a spot in the empty lot and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Why do you always treat me like a baby?” That’s the question you ask as you take the kid’s meal box from his hand and start snacking on the few nuggets it comes with.

Because you’re tiny and cute and need to be protected at all costs, he wants to say. Instead he goes with the safer option. “Because you’re my little sister’s friend.”

“But Mo’s rarely ever around anymore. I feel like I’m spending more time with you than her at this point.” That’s true. Her and Namjoon have basically become inseparable. That must suck at least a little for you.

“I personally wouldn’t let that slide.” As much as Yoongi loves his sister and knows she’d do anything for you if you asked, he also knows you’re not the type to reach out unless you really need to. If Mo understood you the way he understands you, she’d know to check in with you, to send you the occasional random meme in case you’re having a bad day, and to remind you that you aren’t alone.

But that’s where he comes in.

“It’s fine, I’m happy for her and Namjoon. Last I heard, she’s waiting for the proposal.” You set down the empty kid’s meal box and move on to your actually dinner. He has to resist the urge to pick the little nugget crumb off the corner of your lips.

“You don’t feel left behind?” he asks. It’s crazy to think his little sister could be getting married soon. Meanwhile, he’s watched you cycle through several boyfriends without much luck. His own love situation isn’t much different, but that’s what happens when no relationship has inspired him to do the things he does for you. Your presence in his life is more than just love and lust.

Everything you are to him is unconditional.

You shake your head at his question as you glance up at the stars through the windshield. “There’s only one person I’d ever feel left behind by.”

If it’s not Mo or your family, then surely it’s the guy you’ve been chasing after all these years, the guy who teases you because you have a cute pout, the guy who’s been with you every step of the way. The one guy you didn’t want to see your lingerie photos in fear of ruining everything. Surely it’s him you’d be hurt by most if you lost him.

“He’s not going anywhere, Y/N,” he assures you.

You continue to study the stars in silence. There are no shooting stars out tonight, but what you’re looking for isn’t a wish. “Is that a promise?”

He nods. The easiest nod of his life. “That’s how it’s always been, right?”

You nod back. It’s always been you and him. Nothing could ever erase that history you’ve both been trying so hard to protect. There’s no need to play it safe anymore. The history between you and him is stronger than that.

As a way to transition out of the sappy stuff, you reach down and grab the toy from the kid’s meal—a tiny soft cat, probably from a baby cartoon or whatever. You have an awfully big smile on your face for someone who complained about ordering the kid’s meal in the first place.

Without thinking, Yoongi snatches the cat out of your grasp and dangles it by the tail in front of your eyes. “I’ll be keeping this.”

“I thought you said it was my kid’s meal.” You swing your little paw at him to reclaim your prize, but he’s too quick, holding the cat captive just out of your reach. It’s incredible how easy you are to taunt, especially over something as silly as a toddler toy. Maybe he’s just become a pro at it with over two decades of experience.

After unbuckling your seatbelt, you practically lunge over the center console and lean your weight on the edge of his seat with one hand while the other reaches for the cat, now pressed against the window on Yoongi’s side. He can smell your pretty perfume again, and he’s going to make it last as long as possible.

He brings the cat forward until it’s an inch away from your hand to encourage you to stretch just a tad closer to him. It apparently works, because the hand supporting your body has moved onto his thigh to give you the extra bit of reach.

If you’re both not careful, you might fall into his lap. He wouldn’t mind it of course, but then you’d feel how hard he’s getting just from having your hand on his thigh like that. Your sweet scent isn’t helping his situation either.

“Say please and it’s all yours.” He lets out an awkward half-cough after inhaling a large dose of your perfume. Very smooth, Yoongi.

You narrow your eyes at him before backing off. His thigh can finally breathe, not that it wanted to. “I don’t need it that bad.”

Aww, you’re acting all tough again. Yoongi slips the cat plush into his pocket with a smirk. “See? Playing hard to get.”

“I swear I’m only like this with you. You drive me mad,” you let out a dramatic sigh.

That’s right. He affects you in a way no one else does. “Good.”

“No, not good.” You wiggle a finger at him as you scan the receipt and pull out your phone. Several seconds later, he gets a notification of you sending him money for all the food.

“You could’ve at least let me pay for the kid’s meal.” Especially after he pocketed the cat.

“I’m just paying you back for all the rides so far.” So far? Interesting choice of words.

“Does that mean you’re going to need another one tomorrow?” He takes another sip of his coffee.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’m getting my car looked at tomorrow morning before work, but…” You have that ashamed look on your face again for having to ask for another ride. You’re not a burden to him. Ever.

“Got it. I’ll be on standby. Just AirDrop me if—”

“Enough with the AirDrop.” You give him another feisty shove and almost knock his coffee out of his hand. Even if the coffee had stained his whole car, he would’ve forgiven you immediately because your smile is so pretty. He’s just happy you’re back to being playful with him. “If I need anything, I’ll let you know. Thank you, Yoongi.”

On the drive home, you tell him more about your job with such a glow. The days might be long sometimes, but the crew has been so sweet, and the photographer “knows how to make you look good.” The photographer could be terrible and you’d still look amazing. There’s no doubt in Yoongi’s mind about that.

You also mention something about special little perks, too.

“Special little perks like what?” he asks, more curious than he’d like to be.

“Guess.” Why are you tempting him like this?

“Does it have something to do with the lingerie in your bag?”

You blink at him like a deer in headlights. Uh oh. “You were supposed to pretend like you didn’t see that.”

“See what?” he plays along. Good save, Yoongi.

You give him a thumbs-up and smile the rest of the way home.

After parking in the space in front of his house, Yoongi takes a five-second look at your car right behind his. It looks perfectly fine. Whatever the issue is, it’s not visible from the outside, but hopefully it stays broken for a while.

“Is it actually broken or did you just say that to score a ride from the handsome guy next door?” he teases.

“The latter, obviously,” you deadpan before switching over to the most precious giggle ever. You’re so fucking cute. “Thanks for the ride, Handsome Guy Next Door.”

“No problem.” He watches, amused, as you dig through the lingerie in your bag to find your keys. He’d turn on the flashlight on his phone to help you see better, but he’s supposed to be ignoring that mesh polka-dotted lingerie. That’s what a good and respectful neighbor would do.

Fuck it. He immediately breaks down and shines a light on the sheer bralette and g-string (and your keys). It’d look so pretty on you.

You grab your keys and shoo away his shameless horny eyes. That’s his cue to leave things as they are, just as he had the night before. If you wanted something more, you’d let him know. He’s already assured you everything will be fine between you and him no matter what.

Just as he unlocks his door, you stop him in his tracks.

“Yoongi, wait.”

He turns around, a little too eager some might say. You haven’t even said anything else, but he’s already ready to say yes to whatever it is.

You dig around in your bag again. He catches a glimpse of the mesh fabric between your fingers. He’ll take a souvenir any day.

But then you toss it back in your bag and hum an innocent, “Never mind, it’s nothing.”

You’re such a tease. Oh how the tables have turned.

As soon as you close the door behind you, you kick off your white sneakers, and take the teeny tiny lingerie with you to your room.

You saw how quick he was to turn around when you called out to him. You saw how he practically drooled at the lingerie in your bag. He wasn’t ready for the night to end either.

Piece by piece, you toss your clothes aside and replace them with the mesh polka-dotted triangles. Your little nipples are so visible through the thin pieces of cloth. Good.

Then you take a quick bed selfie, just like Yoongi had one night ago. And you lay it all out there. You’re done hiding and suppressing your feelings for him. Because no matter what happens between the two of you, even if the night doesn’t go the way you hope, you’re not going to lose him. That’s what was promised in his car.

So, one last time, you AirDrop him a photo of yourself in lingerie. He accepts it immediately.

Then you text him.

Y/N🐣 [8:18PM] “you asked for a pic of my wardrobe earlier didnt you?”

Y/N🐣 [8:18PM] “btw knock on my door rn or youre a coward😡”

You’re really doing it. There’s no going back now.

You throw a hoodie over your shoulders and leave it unzipped as you pace back and forth in the hall. You always wondered why you get so antsy when it’s just Min Yoongi. It’s literally just the guy you’ve lived next to your entire life. But that’s the hold he has on you. The mere thought of being with him never fails to excite you. Those are the kind of butterflies you get with him.

Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when you hear his knock. You swing the door open before you can chicken out.

Of course his eyes immediately fall on your chest. He almost forgets to speak.

“What pic were you talking about? Did you send something?” he asks, still very much concentrated on your nipples.

Wait.

“You didn’t get the AirDrop?” Not this again. The granny across the street probably did get it this time. You want to wrap yourself up in your fluffy warm blanket and permanently disable that stupid phone feature once and for all. No, it’s not a stupid feature. You’re just stupid for using it.

“You’re so fun to fuck with, Y/N,” he laughs right in your face. “Yes, I got your cute little photo.”

“Stop teasing me,” you pout. Here you are, trying to look all hot for him, and he’s still finding ways to fuck with you. He’s so mean.

“I could ask the same of you.” Yoongi slips his index finger into your bralette between your breasts. He tugs on the stretchy band until it snaps back against your skin. “Or maybe you don’t realize what you do to me when I see you like this.”

“I don’t,” you play innocent as you pull him inside and shut the door behind him. You’d love to be enlightened about what your body does to him just by existing. A demonstration would be much appreciated. The more detail, the better.

He pushes you back against the wall in the narrow hallway and pins you there. You try to distract yourself by staring at the tiny speck of coffee on his white sweater but a strong hand cups your chin and lifts it so you can’t run from his gaze. His eyes are dark.“It's so fucked up how many times I’ve gotten off at the thought of my little sister’s friend in nothing but lingerie.”

Funny, you’ve always thought it was fucked up of you to lust over him given how close you’d been throughout your childhood. You cringe at the thought of Mo learning about all the unholy fantasies you’ve had of her brother—him fucking you against the wet walls of his shower, him shoving his cock down your throat until you cry, and even him tying you up on the bed and doing whatever he wants with your body. Your delusional self has thought about it all with him.

But now you know he’s felt the same way all along.

You slide your hands up his chest to his neck as your eyes hone in on his glossy lips. For as long as you could remember, you’ve always wondered what Min Yoongi tastes like. In your dreams, he tasted of creamy vanilla milkshakes. But now, in this moment…?

You lean in and press your breasts into his chest, but he pulls back just before you can get a taste of those lips.

“I always knew you had a thing for me,” he smirks. The teasing never stops. But that’s what you’ve signed your life away for. “If you want to kiss me so bad, say it.”

The stubborn you who “plays hard to get” would never admit that. The you right now, on the other hand, is yearning, desperate, and painfully horny. In this state, you’d get down on your hands and knees so quick.

“I want to kiss you, you ass—” Your mumble is cut off by his lips. They taste like the iced coffee from earlier with a hint of salt. You want more of it.

Your tongue gets tangled with his. It’s sloppy, but you’ve had enough of keeping it clean with him. You’ve played it safe for far too long.

His hands grab your breasts as he lets out a low moan inside your throat. Funny how perfectly your chest fits in his large hands. When he gives them a squeeze, you lean into him more. Anything to get more of his touch.

But then he slides a hand down your belly and works a few fingers around the fabric between your legs. They glide between your folds so smoothly.

“Did you get this wet just from a little kiss and touch? Poor thing.” He holds up the proof of your lust before licking it off his fingers with that tongue. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

The next thing you know, your hoodie is gone and he’s carrying you off to your room. As soon as your back hits the mattress, he climbs on top of you, bombarding you with more kisses until you’re out of breath.

Your hands fidget with the hem of his sweater until he gets the memo that you want it off. Seeing him shirtless is nothing new—you’ve seen him casually walk out of the shower in nothing more towel on multiple occasions while hanging out with Mo next door, hence all your the shower fantasies. But in this context, with him on top of you on your bed, the butterflies just keep coming.

As the two of you continue to makeout, you unzip him. It’s your turn to slip your hand into his pants. He’s huge, just like your fantasies. You’re not sure your inexperienced throat can handle it.

“You haven’t even seen it yet, and you’re drooling,” he purrs when he leans back to get a good look at your current status—starved for his cock. “Does my cute little neighbor love having her mouth filled with cock?”

“I haven’t…” Your words trail off when you see his erection in full. Your hands latch back on to it like gravity. There’s no way this’ll fit down your throat without making you gag. You lick your lips.

“Wait, this isn’t the first time you’re—”

“I’ve had sex,” you clarify. “Just haven’t given a blowjob…”

It still feels weird to admit these kinds of things to your neighbor. You’ve always been more careful and closed off about your sex life than him. Meanwhile, you swear you’ve heard the whimpers and moans of all the girls he’s pleasured on the other side of your wall. You’ve never heard the sounds he makes during sex, though.

“How innocent. Depriving yourself of tasting it for this long.” Now he’s got a big ol’ smile on his face as you lie on your stomach and kiss along his length. “You won’t be so innocent by the time I’m done with you.”

You don’t want to be innocent with him anymore.

When you finally take him into your mouth, it’s easy. You swirl your tongue around as you bob your head up and down him. The taste isn’t nearly as bad as you’d thought. In fact, you kind of like it. Or maybe you’re just too horny to care.

But then you decide you want to gag. So you push your mouth further down his length. The slightest tickle against the back of your throat practically has your whole body jerk in protest. You pull back and let yourself breathe before wrapping your lips back around him.

“Hey, easy,” he chuckles, holding your hair back. “Deepthroating is too advanced for you. You’re still a baby.”

You’ll let the baby comment slide only because you’re too focused on sucking his cock. You wouldn’t mind doing this all night. It could easily become your new addiction.

“Mm,” you moan as flick your eyes up at him. His mouth is open, panting, still trying to fight off the feral instincts you so easily gave in to. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. Not bad for a first-time blowjob.

“So good,” he praises as he watches your mouth working so hard along his length. You’ve finally earned some praise from him. After all these fucking years. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

The next time you come up for air, he wipes his thumb along your lip to clean you up before flipping you over onto your back. You’d love to suck the glaze off his thumb, but the selfish bastard does it for you right in front of your face.

“I know you’ve grown quite attached to sucking my cock, but I’d like to know how your other hole feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You nod, knowing just how soaked your g-string got while sucking him off. After wiggling out of it and tossing it aside, you spread your legs out for him like a well-trained slut.

He uses his fingers again to make sure you’re coated enough. You feel two curl inside you. Then a third. His thumb brushes gently over your clit exactly one time.

“Fuck,” you whimper from the jolt of pleasure. He needs to do it again.

But he doesn’t.

So you run your own two fingers around your clit as his slip in and out of you. He watches the rhythm of your fingers going around and around like a hypnotic spiral. That smirk is creeping back up again.

“So that’s how my neighbor touches herrself,” he nods like the enthusiastic spectator he is. “That’s how you touch yourself for me.”

You continue to tease your little bud as he grabs a condom from the ass pocket of his jeans and slides it down his length. Finally. Fucking finally.

Your horny little body pounces on top of him, your thighs straddling him beneath you. His cock presses against your ass as you strip off your bralette and lean over to kiss him some more. You’d leave him a nice hickey, but you hate the thought of Mo bringing it up as “a byproduct of another one of his meaningless flings.”

Instead of thinking about that, you grab his cock from behind and ease yourself onto him. You’re sure his ego just got a boost from the amount of time it took you to adjust to his size.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be That Guy who comments on your tight little pussy.” Asshole.

Then you start sliding yourself up and down his cock. You gasp immediately. It feels so fucking good to finally have him inside you.

The boy doesn’t waste any time, either. His hands work their way up your waist back to your breasts. He gives your nipples a few pinches and is delighted to learn just how sensitive you are over there. You toss your head back with each little pinch.

As the pleasure builds, you feel him thrusting back beneath you. Your ass is practically bouncing off his thighs with each thrust. If you don’t hold onto his shoulders, you might fall off of him, which would be quite the tragedy because you happen to like the feeling of his cock pounding inside of you.

“More…” you huff against his neck. “Harder…”

At your request, he gets back on top and takes the lead, ramming himself in and out of you. You knew Yoongi was a strong guy, but you’ve never been fucked this hard before. Perhaps this is what years of all that sexual tension have amounted to.

You let out another loud moan, this time crying out his name. You should be afraid of Mo coming back from Namjoon’s and hearing the way you cry her brother’s name with such lust. You shouldn’t show what a dirty little slut you’ve become for him. But you’re mind isn’t functioning anymore. Not with him fucking you silly like that.

“I’m gonna—” you yelp.

He speeds up and pounds harder into you until you’re overcome by your orgasm. The wave of pleasure washes over you as you feel your walls tightening around him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, feeling just how tight you can go. He should be grateful for your tight little pussy. Especially if his high was as good as yours.

As you catch your breath, your thoughts start to come back to you. You’re certainly not looking forward to the conversation you’re gonna have to have with Mo later. But you know it was worth it. And you know you don’t regret anything that happened tonight. It was long overdue, anyway.

Yoongi, on the otherhand, might still have his head in the clouds because he’s just lying down on your pillow with the goofiest smile. He’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“Do you remember that time you invited me to your little tea party in here?” he asks out of nowhere.

“No,” you lie.

Of course you remember it. You were probably five or six and you’d just watched some teen show where the main girl asked her love interest out on a lunch date. Your naive self was inspired to do the same, but with your love interest—your Yoongi. And initially he said no because he’s mean like that. That was your first heartbreak.

But then he turned around later and crashed the tea party you’d set up for your sobbing self and your teddy bear. He claimed he’d only stick around for the shortbread cookies, but you’re starting to think there was more to it.

“Well I do,” he admits. “That was the first time I thought you were kinda cute.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, kinda cute. Because you were also an annoying little brat, you know that?” This is just slander.

“Well I appreciate you putting up with this kinda cute annoying brat for all these years,” you mutter. “No one was forcing you to.”

“I know, that’s my point.” He pinches your cheek. “Even if I tried to run, you always somehow found a way to cling onto me. Like a leech.”

“Okay, buddy, I’ve had enough of this slander,” you hiss in his arms under the blankets. “If you’re going to say something nice, just say it already. No more of your dumb leech metaphors.”

“You’ve always had a hold on me, Y/N.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead—the first of many, you hope. “And I feel like a lot happened in the past day, but that’s only one small part of what this is.”

“This” as in you and him.

“Like one page in a history book,” you chime in. “Or like a chapter in a memoir, or the chorus of a song, or—”

He chuckles at your rambling because it’s apparently “so fucking cute” to him. What else would you expect? If one page in the history book is dedicated to the past 24 hours, 10,000 pages are filled with him teasing you, you chasing him, and everything in between.

Today simply marks the start of a new era.

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Welcome back home || Lucifer x f!reader

Summary: You find yourself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's arrival back home

Warnings: praise kink, rough sex

Word count: 750

Authors: Bear

A/N: I'm so happy to partake in this exhilarating Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompts were: praise kink & rough sex

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"Welcome back home," you say, your voice breathless with excitement as you catch sight of Lucifer. He's beaming, swiftly kicking the door shut before pulling you close and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. Your anticipation for Lucifer's return is palpable, as you detest the solitude that accompanied his business absences. You crave his presence and the excitement it brings, making the moments apart feel like an eternity of isolation.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he whispers, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "Exquisite. It fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

You're adorned in the lingerie he thoughtfully sent you, and nothing else. It's a delicate ensemble of strappy lace that barely qualifies as panties, a matching bra, and a short silk robe. Even when he's away from Devildom, he still loves to spoil you. You pull back just enough to give him a little twirl, and his dark eyes devour every inch of your body with hungry desire.

He licks his lips sensually, wrapping his arms around you once more, his hands eagerly squeezing your enticing curves. Your entire being feels ablaze with desire. "Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes," you reply, your voice a sultry whisper.

"Really? For three whole weeks?" He teases, sliding a leg between yours, allowing you to rock your hips against his thigh. The heat between your bodies intensifies, and you can't help but fear you might leave a telltale wet spot on his impeccably fitted uniform pants. "You didn't make yourself cum?"

"I promise," you swear, trying to contain your excitement.

"That's my obedient girl," he grumbles. "Just give me a few minutes."

Lucifer's shower seems to be over in a flash, yet the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity for you. The anticipation hang heavy in the air, making your heart race.

As soon as you hear the water cease, a surge of desire compells you to action. Your hand find its way between your thighs, fingers delicately tracing the path along your slick, heated pussy. You gasp. "Lucifer..."

The panties he had sent are far from ordinary; they are crotchless, leaving your pussy exposed and framed by their sensual lace. Every movement seems calculated to draw attention to the treasure concealed within, and you can't help but feel the excitement building inside you. The knowledge that he will soon walk through that door, catching you in this passionate act, send a shiver of excitement coursing through your body. With bated breath, you continue to explore your own desires, slowly succumbing to the intoxicating sensations that radiated from your wet, warm core.

And then, like a perfectly orchestrated moment, he appears, his intense black eyes immediately locking onto the very place where you were pleasuring yourself with a deliberate and sensual rhythm. He didn't bother with a towel, standing there completely naked, his dick rock hard, already leaking precum from the slit on his tip.

It's clear that he had missed you just as intensely as you had yearned for him. The electric chemistry in the room crackles, a magnetic pull drawing you both together.

“That’s my girl,“ he says, in a sinful low rasp. "Good, little girl."

He gently caresses himself, his own touches sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, he ascends the bed, his desire evident in every calculated move. Hooking his strong arms under your knees, he skillfully spreads your legs, granting him an unobstructed view of your eager pussy, clenching aroung nothing. The head of his throbbing cock brushes against your longing entrance, and an involuntary, passionate groan escapes your lips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks down at you.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, I was so good!”

“I know you were, princess,” he soothes, and fucks into you with one smooth thrust.

In the throes of passion, you can't help but moan, your body arching upward in anticipation. Your desire brings you to the brink, and you tremble with the intensity of it all. "Please," you gasp.

Lucifer engages in an unrelenting, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth with precision as he fully penetrates you. A series of subdued grunts escape his lips as he revels in the incredible sensation of your wetness enveloping around his throbbing cock.

"Oh, Lucifer!" You moan, yor head rolling back to the mattress.

“You can come, sweetheart,” he says, and you’re clenching around his dick, seeing white sparks of unbearable pleasure even before he says, “You earned it, my good, little pet.”

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satans-knitwear · 1 year

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Before i went outside... ❤️🖤

Treat me ~ Tip me

#It was a lot of work to get myself out of the house!!! But its been worth it.#It always is. I wish my brain could register that properly.#Satans knitwear #Alt pinup #Pinup girl #Pretty lingerie #Strappy lingerie #Floral lingerie #Floral bodysuit #Strappy lingerie body #bi girl #uk girl #cheeky #girls with piercings #wlw #Any tips or treats would be massively appreciated right now 💕

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userlando · 10 months

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can we get max Emilian brain rot? Teasing him with a little show, getting him worked up with lingerie, not letting him touch you uGH

trying to combat my weird writers block aaaahh I hope you enjoy this 🤍

pleasant surprise (1.2k) max verstappen/fem!reader nsfw blurb

You can hear him in the kitchen, pouring himself a sugary drink and humming loudly to a song he’s had stuck in his head for the majority of the day. It makes you smile as you stand in the bathroom, staring yourself down with critical eyes because you want it to be perfect. A good surprise. Something Max will look back on when he’s gone for the week and has no one else but his hand and his vivid imagination.

It’s black, thin and strappy. The lace is so intricate and pretty that you can’t help but run an appreciative hand over the material, admiring the way the cups are holding your tits and enhancing them perfectly. It was hard to find good lingerie that did wonders for your body nowadays, and you usually went for the boring old cotton because comfort was always your first priority in that regard. But you’d gone shopping with Kika in Spain a few weeks ago and had come across this gorgeous set in the display window. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, ignoring your friend’s teasing smile when you purchased the lingerie.

“Babe?” Max’s voice drifted down the hall, footsteps getting closer and you quickly turned around with wide eyes.

“In here,” you strategically placed yourself behind the door so he wouldn’t spot you as he walked by. “I’ll be right out.”

Your boyfriend made a sound of acknowledgement and you figured his attention had been pulled by his phone, because he didn’t say or do anything else as he continued walking toward the bedroom. You took one last glance at yourself, wiping at your glossy mouth until the feeling of the sticky substance irked you; Prompting you to switch the light off in the bathroom before you started going at your face with a wet wipe.

You’d spent too long on your makeup. Granted, Max was going to probably ruin it in five minutes but you wanted to look pretty for at least a few minutes.

The man in question was standing with his back to the door when you entered, completely oblivious to your presence as he tapped away at his phone. His head twitched to the side when he heard you clear your throat gently, but he still didn’t pull his eyes away from his phone screen.

“Daniel just sent me this funny— Whoa.” He’d managed to turn around in his little ramble, light eyes going unnaturally wide as he caught sight of you standing in front of him. He swept his gaze from your toes to the top of your head, mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure what words to utter.

His reaction alone made you preen a little, biting down on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay as you took a step closer to him. Max’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes lingering on your midriff before you locked eyes.

“You look—“ he trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

But what his mouth didn’t say, his body clearly made up for. His reaction spoke a thousand words and managed to boost your confidence as you turned around slowly, showing off your pert bottom hugged by the lacy thong. Max made a small noise in his throat, setting his phone down without tearing his eyes away from you before he quickly closed the distance between the two of you.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to take two steps back, tutting loudly enough for him to halt his pace and frown at you in deep confusion. He looked dumbfounded, having been so prepared to put his hands on you and watching you melt like putty.

But your stance was different, rigid back and eyebrows raised on your forehead in a teasing display that made Max’s palms itch with the urgent need to touch you.

“You can’t do that.” He said quietly, confused by your lips breaking out into a wide smile.

He looked a little lost as he reached out his hand to place on your waist, making a sound of protest when you spun out of his reach. His hands balled into fists as he fought the natural urge to grab and pin you against the nearest surface just to hear your squealing laughter.

But he liked this game. Whatever you were doing was making his joggers feel very tight all of a sudden.

“I can and I will.” You said, voice going up in a teasing tone as you took a cautious step forward with narrowed eyes, like you were expecting him to jump forward and grab you. You looked pleased when he stayed put, reaching your arm out to touch his right pectoral with the pads of your fingers.

Max glanced at your fingers, the way they were mapping out the muscles of his skin and he inhaled quietly when you swiped over his nipple over his t-shirt, eyebrows pulling together. It was only when you put pressure in your fingers that he took a few steps back, letting you walk him back until his knees hit the bed frame. He sat down gingerly, reaching for your waist but stopping immediately when you made a noise of disapproval.

“You’re just being cruel.” He said, annoyance pinching his face as he looked up at you and it made you grin because you knew how tortured he must’ve felt.

“I’m being tactical.” You said, gently straddling him and placing both of your hands on his shoulders. “I know that you’re gonna rip these as soon as you get the chance and I paid too much for them.”

Max sucked in his lips to hold his smile back, nostrils glaring with laughter and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I can always buy you new—“

“No.” You cut him off with a shake of your head, laughing. “Just… enjoy it.” You reached for his hands and guided them back, placing his palms against your ass.

It was hard to contain the gasp when he immediately squeezed, like he was trying to grab as much flesh in his hands as he could. You grind forward with a muted moan and it makes Max swear in your ear as you finally sit crotch to crotch.

You lean forward to capture his mouth in a kiss, smiling at the way he eagerly responds and circling your arms around his shoulders to bring him into you.

“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmured when you separated, eyelids fluttering shut when you kiss down his jawline to his ear, burying his nose in the softness of your hair.

You suck small hickeys into the skin of his throat, paying extra attention to his Adam’s Apple because you know that it makes his eyes roll. Your hands grab into him a squeak leaves your lips when he suddenly drops back on the bed, taking you with him and the expression on your face makes him laugh.

“I’m staying on top.” You said, arching a brow like he’d ever say no to that and he grins like you know he would, pulling a hand back to spank your ass cheek. “Max!”

“Get to it then.” He says it jokingly, but there’s a fire in his eyes that makes you comply happily.

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this was kinda rushed 🫢 but I just wanted to do this quickly so I could go back to writing my fic. I’m in such a slump rn that I’m trying to get out of but I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. thank youuu for your lovely request 🤍

#max verstappen smut #max verstappen x female reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen blurb #f1 fics #f1 blurb

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konigs-left-pec · 1 month

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After like 6 months, I've FINALLY decided to let this heap see the light of day. Colonel!König is still ruining my life (specifically domColonel!König...I'm totally normal about him and 100% on my knees and chewing through my cage.)

mdni: smut, v fingering

Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

König had just returned from a month-long stint in the Middle East and was still fully geared up, shedding dust all over the living room rug when you decided to throw off your robe, revealing his favorite strappy black lingerie. His tired blue eyes widened almost comically in surprise, though that feeling was quickly overtaken by burning lust as he drank you in, fatigue pushed to the side just like he was about to do to the dainty translucent cups hugging your breasts like a second skin.

And then his phone rang.

"König..." Your sigh was a warning, a pleading whine to let it go to voicemail just this once.

"I'll be quick, liebling." He promised, kissing your forehead sweetly and pulling the still ringing phone from his pocket, "Go wait for me. I'll be along in a few minutes."

You complied, albeit not without a grumble or two beneath your breath as you stooped to snatch your robe off the floor before heading to the bedroom. You wanted - no - needed his hands, his lips, his cock. Anything that he would give, you would take. You wanted the darkest parts of him to consume you, the parts that offered only pain blighted pleasure. You would thank him for it.

Your claim to the Colonel's time was peripheral, of course, and those optimistically promised few minutes had evolved into a half hour of you squirming unsatisfied in your shared bed, palm crushing the delicate lace of the open gusset framing your pussy, fingers struggling to reach the spot you needed most. Physical touch not nearly enough, you turned to fantasy, trying to conjure the weight of his body above you and the punishing glide of his cock. You didn't even hear the door open nor the click of it closing behind him as he stepped into the room.

"What are you doing, schönes Mädchen?"

Gasping, you floundered, finding yourself unable to articulate under the intense scrutiny he fixed you with nor to stop the futile way your fingers kept moving in and out of your soft cunt, muted squelching noises filling the deafening silence between you. Foggy with pleasure you notice he'd removed his tactical gear, dressed only in his fatigue pants and a gray tee stretched over the broad barrel of his chest.

His left hand was skimming lightly up your leg and by the time he got to your mound, you were trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"You've been bad tonight, liebling..." his fingers gently pried yours free from your messy quim, taking their place in a lazy plunge in and out that had you gripping the sheets, "I told you to wait for me..." He popped two of his sticky fingers into his mouth and your brain fizzled, "How do you think I should handle this, hmm?"

You need to come. He's tapping gently against the intricate lace framing your needy cunt; you grit your teeth and open your eyes (when had you closed them? ), realizing he's expecting an answer. You knew what he wanted to hear.

"I need to be punished, sir."

It comes out breathier than you intended, you can't seem to get enough air with the way he's staring into your eyes; his own pupils dilated, pitch black engulfing his normally bright blue eyes until only a sliver of color remained. He only hums thoughtfully in response, removing himself completely from your person (you swear your cunt actually weeps at the injustice here) and stands beside the bed, arms folded across his chest as he waits for you to join him.

"On your knees then, meine frau."

Your breath skitters in your chest when you notice the way he's straining against the seam of his trousers and you stare pointedly, reaching to press your palm against the heat there. He inhales sharply through his nose, a hairline crack in his indomitable control before he bats your hand away, repositioning them on his hips, wordlessly encouraging you to sink to your knees.

He peers down at you over the swell of his chest, pulse leaping against the strong line of his throat despite the calm and steady breaths he's taking in. You want to be a brat, make him answer for keeping you waiting, but you also want him to rail you into the carpet until your knees bleed; an answering pulse throbs between your thighs and you clench around nothing.

Guess that settles that.

"Show me how obedient you can be for me."

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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kento + biting/overstimulation hihi

anonymous - asked a question!

@nanamis-wifey-reye ok but mean!kento?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ mean!ceo!kento, wifey!reader, lingerie, window sex, vibrator, just the tip

Kneeling behind you, biting into your soft round ass. While you jerk your hips forward pushing your clit against the pulsing vibrator you holding to your clit. Per Kento’s direction, after you had shown up late at night with in your jacket pocket. With the intention of distraction.

Your chest and cheek press up against the tinted office glass. While you whine your slick drips down your thighs and your pussy clenches around nothing. Just begging for a bit of attention from Kento.

Kento lets go of the mouthful of your ass, slapping your cheek. And saying, “What’s wrong mama, I thought you wanted my attention. Isn’t that why you came to my office barely dressed?” Sliding his hand up the curve of your ass, and over the strappy band of your panties.

Shifting your hips from side to side. While rubbing the vibrator in circles on your clothed clit. And you pull away from the glass to say,

“I don’t care who sees how much of a whore I am for you. I just need some of your cock inside me otherwise I’m going crazy.” Kento slides his hand up along your sides, and to your breasts, trapped by your lacy bra.

Clicking his tongue, while undoing the front clasp of the bra. While he says, “You rush me to finish my paperwork, and when I finally decide to do the rest tomorrow morning and give you the attention you so desperately crave.” He pulls your strapless bra off your chest. While he slides his hands down your back, to your bent-over ass.

Kento quickly gives your ass a heavy slap. The heavy impact of his wide palm became a satisfying sting. He says,

“Mm not even letting me take my time to admire how beautiful you look in the set I bought you.” You hear his pants unzip shortly after he takes his hands off your body.

The thought of his heavy, thick cock filling you up and pressing against the back of your pussy filling your mind. And pushing you over the edge, your pussy spasming around nothing.

Pulling the vibrating tip of the wand away from your clit. Only for Kento to push your cheek up against the glass while he tells you, “Put the toy back on your desperate puffy clit after I rip your panties off you’re not getting my cock.” You hear the tearing of your panties. And as you press the tip of the wand to your clit Kento wraps his large hand around your throat.

Pulling you away from the glass, and up against his body. The tall heels you wore to compete with the set make you tall enough that your hips line up with his. Which lets him slip his hard cock between your lips, your soft pussy lips rubbing him. While he grinds his cock along your slit.

The thick head of him peaking out past your pussy with every thrust. While the intensity of the pulsing of your toy against your clit makes your toes curl. And the cry that would pass your lips, stays trapped in your chest. While he squeezes your throat, cutting off the air.

He purrs, “All you’re getting is the tip until you cum again all over the glass. Then anyone who looks is going to see your pretty little pussy take my fat cock like a good little slut.” Pushing the tip of his throbbing cock past your wet puffy lips. The soft burning mixing with the pleasure of his thickness stretching you out. His tip getting caught inside of you, tugging in your pussy when he pulls away, making you clench around him.

He grabs the toy in your head, making small circles on your clit with it. While he says, “Hold one of your legs up, I want someone to see how well your dripping pussy takes my cock.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami Kento #Kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami Kento smut #nanami Kento x reader #jjk #jjk x reader

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meryldian · 10 months

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Hiiii! Hope you’re having an amaozng day! I was wondering if you could make SFWand NSFW headcanons for 2023 Bill? (Also I see him as a switch but more on the dominant side so if you could incorporate him being a switch in them that would be awesome!) (also for the SFW can you do some casual dominance hc’s aswell?) it’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to do this request just have a lovely day and keep on being an amazing person! 🫶

⭑ ࣪˖2023! Bill Kaulitz NSFW Headcanons pt.1 ˖ ࣪⭑

Ah! I love this request sm!! I already wrote a bunch of SFW 2023 Bill Hcs here so I focused on NSFW, but if it doesn’t satisfy you feel free to request again !!

࣪⭑Now, I wasn’t sure on how spicy to make this so the part 2 might be more graphic, it’ll depend on feedback :’))

- Meryl

2023 Bill. 2023 BILL. 2023 BILL KAULITZ.

What a man. Really.

A couple years back he always said that he considered himself to be pretty vanilla, but I believe that with time he discovered more about himself and what he enjoys in bed. Especially now that he’s found the right partner;)

Thank you Kaulitz Hills, for a bunch of the facts I gathered up for this.

Let’s start with the less sinful, Bill is and has always been a romantic.

On days that he’s craving you he will go out of his way to prepare the ambiance. Lights up candles, puts on a dim and warm light in your bedroom, takes out your finest black silk sheets and puts on his best attire to welcome you when you come home.

On some days that he’s hornier than others and you’re away he will definitely send you some nudes with the brattiest texts.

He has a thing for undressing you, which may sound odd but the act of carefully tearing off every piece of clothing off your body is so arousing and artistic to him.

Bill takes the time to caress and kiss every inch of your body. No matter how many times you do it he simply can’t get enough of you.

Listen it’s 2023 Bill. You can not tell me that this man doesn’t have an entire drawer dedicated to his fine lingerie collection. Lace, silk, satin, leather. He’s got it all.

CORSETS?!?! I’m foaming at the mouth don’t mind me.

He would look so good with high stockings. (The thought of Bill in lingerie does things to me) (Looking at you, Zoo magazine photoshoot)

Bill also makes sure to purchase matching sets for you :)

He might love being the dominant one but he secretly has such a big fefish for you in dominatrix wear. Nothing too exaggerated but you know, latex/leather corset or bodysuit, tall boots, dark makeup, a whip- Anyway back to lingerie sets.

Even if they don’t match his own. He simply enjoys spoiling you and what’s better than something he can dress you up all prettily in to then rip it off your body.

“I bought this and I can buy you another” as he literally rips off your strappy bodysuit.

He’s obsessed with your chest. No matter the size or shape, he loves it so much and spends so much time on it. Licking every inch of skin, kissing your cute nipples before twirling his tongue around them. Will occasionally nib at them if you’re not behaving.

Bonus points if you have nipple piercings. As long as you take care of their hygiene of course!

Give him the same treatment on his nips when you take control while we’re at this.

Bill confessed that his most erogenous zone is his ears so, if you want him to become putty in your hands nib at his earlobes, lick behind his ear and massage them with your hands. ESPECIALLY while you ride him.

Toys, Toys, Toys.

On you, On him

A drawer on his bedside table is dedicated purely to his toy collection. He’s got it all from bullet vibrators, to lovely wands he loves to use on you while he pounds into you, to dildos of every shape and size. Glass toys because he’s fancy. Handcuffs, silk restraints, blindfolds. You get the drill.

And of course, a strap for you.

He is that bf that will drag you to the sex shop with him so you can choose a new (and weird) toy to try out together.

Don’t forget lube because even the messiest of messes needs some oil eventually.

Bill did say that he doesn’t like dirty talk when it’s forced (Loveline radio interview) so he won’t push it. Expect it to be very natural when you’re at it with him. It doesn’t make it any less exciting.

“Good girl/boy, taking me so well. So deep” whimpered in your ear as he thrusts into you.

“My pretty angel, you look so pretty when I fuck you” As he holds your pretty face in place with his slender hands.

SO MUCH PRAISE!

Also, it’s Bill we’re talking about, you never expect what’s about to leave his mouth. Sometimes it can turn into a laughing fit real fast or simply leave you wondering for a minute.

He’s also so communicative! He wants to know what makes you feel good and how you’re feeling at all times.

He does the thing of holding your chin with his hand and rubbing your lips with his thumb. Makes you suck on his fingers sometimes.

Speaking of fingers. His fingering game is so good.

Knows every spot that makes you shiver under his touch. He loves to ravage your spongy walls with his digits.

Sometimes does it because he’s bored. Watching Titanic for the 24th time this year and you want to sleep? Dw, Bill’s got you covered.

Literally covered, he will overstimulate you til you’re dripping.

Unfortunately I can’t see him being into large messes though. Won’t hate it if you’re a squirter or big creamer, but he tries to keep things “under control” lmao. (But it’s sex so no, it’s never under control)

He takes your leg and kisses painfully slowly from your ankle to your inner thighs and continues onto your navel.

Not without teasing you over your underwear.

If you have tattoos he will take his time to trace them over with his fingertips or his nails, even lick over some of them just to see how it gives you goosebumps.

Bill wants to get you as riled up as he possibly can. He loves to see you loose control on him.

Which leaves you an open end to take it out on him.

Remember when I mentioned a strap? If you don’t have a dick of your own, peg this man ffs. GO TO TOWN. He loves it.

It was probably a spontaneous discovery too.

It’s no secret that Bill is into both sexes, he was curious around the idea of pegging but didn’t bring it up til he was very drunk and sharing about his sex life, as he does.

He becomes such a whiny mess, this man WHIMPERS.

PULL HIS HAIR! He does it with yours so, payback.

Really though. When you take control it’s also a way to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh my when you ride him?? He loves it so much.

Especially because cowgirl is such a versatile position and has so many sub-versions. AND, it works for any power dynamic. If he’s dominating, he will control your pace by your hips. Gripping on them hard. Boping you up and down, rolling them. He will leave handprints.

But when you’re the one in control, you really go to town on him. Hands on his beautifully tattooed chest for balance, riding him painfully slowly and staring into his hungry gaze.

It’s a crime that I haven’t talked about oral yet. But this post is getting WAAAYYY too long so, I will shamelessly cut it here and start working on a part 2 right away <3

If there’s something to know is that I value quality over quantity, so believe me when I say I work on sequels to my works. I really put time to think of them to make them as detailed as possible ₊˚⊹♡

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #bill kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel scenarios #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel alien #tokio hotel imagine #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #georg listing #bill kaulitz fanfic

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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skz and their reaction to you in lingerie

pairing: ot8 stray kids x fem/afab!reader

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 929

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, collars, lingerie, degradation, praising, role play, semi public sex, licking/sucking, fem reader, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

what you’re wearing for him: always a matching set, but the color and the style change every time. it could be lacy, see through, or strappy depending on what you’re feeling at that time, but no matter what, it’s always a cute bra and matching pantie.

without fail, chan is over the moon every time he sees you in lingerie. he cannot figure out how he ended up with someone so fucking gorgeous. the praise goes absolutely through the roof, he will not shut up about how you look like a literal goddess. he’s already a pleasure dom baseline, but it’s exponentially increased when you dress up for him. like you’re going to be cumming a minimum of five times.

minho

what you’re wearing for him: everything is very strappy, like there are straps, buckles, and rings literally everywhere. basically nothing is being covered. it’s also all exclusively black.

with minho, him seeing you wear lingerie goes a few different ways. sometimes he’s the one who actually bought you it to wear, because he wanted to see you dressed like his little slut. if you get something to surprise him, it’s always going to be a good night for you. something about you going out of your way to please him really strokes his ego. you’re going to hear lots of phrases along the lines of “you got all dressed up for me?” and “you wanted to look pretty for me?” and you’re definitely being heavily rewarded.

changbin

what you’re wearing for him: lot of bodysuits, specifically the ones with the buttons, so he can just snap them open and go for it. bonus points if there are garters attached with stockings, because they really accentuate your luscious thighs that he loves so much.

he literally short circuits when he sees you in lingerie. brain off, dick on. because you know how much it turns him on to see you in lingerie, you like to save it for specific situations. like you’ll surprise him with it when you’re super horny and just want to get your lights fucked out. alternatively if you know he’s super stressed but won’t stop thinking about whatever it is, you will put on a nice lacy bodysuit, because you know it will clear his mind of all thoughts.

hyunjin

what you’re wearing for him: you’re always picking something lacy, but very revealing. like all of it is extremely see through lace, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination. typically in red, black, or dark green.

obssessed. he loses his fucking mind when he sees you in lingerie. he is going to completely worship every inch of your body to show you how good you look. he will be sucking and biting on any part of you not covered by the lingerie, making sure to leave his marks all over your skin. anything covered by bits of lace he is going to lick and kiss reverently, completely transfixed by how stunning it is on you. he is also making sure you don’t take it off during sex; it’s staying on when he’s fucking you.

jisung

what you’re wearing for him: roleplay lingerie - cue slutty maid, slutty police officer, slutty anime character, etc. basically if it can be a character in any scenario but made slutty, you own it.

you don’t really spontaneously surprise him with lingerie, as all of it has to do with a roleplay scenario. it’s always planned ahead depending on what you two decided to do that evening. he's still going absolutely feral when he sees you in it, and you are always getting the best sex.

felix

what you’re wearing for him: it’s all going to be very lacy, but also tasteful. lots of pastel colors and usually in a babydoll style

you decide one day to wear it as a surprise and when he sees you, he gets super flustered. after he recovers from how incredible you look, he literally will not stop talking about how beautiful you are for the rest of the evening.

seungmin

what you’re wearing for him: everything is going to be a sheer mesh or embroidered, nothing lace. it’s also all very see through, like it’s covering everything while also simultaneously covering absolutely nothing. usually floral and dainty with lots of purples, pinks, and blues. the pattern/fabric is always the same, but the actual style of lingerie varies.

you love to put on lingerie and then go about your day as a way to get him going. like you will be in a completely sheer bodysuit just cleaning the house or cooking. and anytime you go out anywhere, like to drinks with friends or even just grocery shopping, you will tell him what lingerie you are wearing under your clothes just to taunt him. at least half the time you end up fucking somewhere wayyy too public as a result of your endeavors.

jeongin

what you’re wearing for him: you start out with just basic matching sets. over time, things evolve and you experiment with different styles. however, in the end his favorite ends up just being you naked in a collar.

in the beginning, he asked you to wear it because he wanted to see you in lingerie. after you realize how hot he thinks you look in it you start surprising him with it more often. you progress and try all sorts of different things until one of the times you go to a sex shop together he mentions a collar. after that, you never go back to regular lingerie.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids #ot8 #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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kissitbttr · 5 months

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I am in DIRE need of Miguel thirst so I gotta know, do you think he has a favorite outfit on his wife? Favorite color? Set of undies?

YES! OF COURSE!!

that man is a big ass SIMP for his wife let me tell you something

obviously he thinks that his girl could pull off anything, that’s why he’s never been too afraid about showing her off,

although i would say that he is indeed a very simple man. something like soft lounge long slip dress from skims, (asked her to get the red one because it’s his favorite color on her), long skirts that hugs her body very well or flared yoga pants (she wears this when she goes to the gym with him) could guarantee a hard on. those are the outfits that she always wear back to back when they go out on a date or dropping lunch at his work. miguel thinks it’s casual and simple but definitely sexy (also because he can see the shape of her ass, since he’s definitely an ass man FIGHT ME ON THIS) his hands would NOT leave her booty if he sees her dressed like that (would eventually need to fuck her brains out, he doesn’t care if they’re not at home, he’ll find a way)

and when she goes to work, she always has this signature look that he never gets tired of seeing. long sleeve shirt (ones she’d steal from his wardrobe hehe oops) with yet another flared jeans!! the whole look is his favorite. especially if she decorates her ears with pretty earrings (hoops for the main attraction)

as for shoes? strappy. heels. MAAANNN, he bought her ten of those just so he could see her wear them every single day. not like she’s complaining either, she loves it when her man shares the same vision as hers when it comes to outfits!

now when it comes to the bedroooom, he just prefers her in nothing obviously LOL but one time she dressed herself in red and blue lace lingerie set that matches his costume with white knee high fishnets for a birthday surprise when he came home from work. his jaw was dropped for good five seconds. almost came right there when she said ‘happy birthday mr. o’hara. come unwrap your present’ man’s launched faster than a rocket ship after that

safe to say, she was walking preeetty funny in the morning and had to call in sick from work🤭🤭

#anon #answered #miguel o’hara

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SATIN

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: NFSW. Smut.

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Simon climbed the stairs, red satin sash in hand, the desire building stronger with each step he took. He found the doors to the bedroom wide open with just one soft amber light bathing the room in a lustrous glow. There's a warm and sensuous scent in the air, Simon’s trying to place it when your eyes fall upon him, and every other thought evaporates from his mind. Lust fogging it. He’s not usually one for lingerie, preferring you naked against his skin, but this he must behold. The black lace adorned with tiny sparkling crystals accentuated your figure perfectly. The long narrow body shows off your body perfectly, giving an almost ethereal glow. The lace kissed the top of your matching black lace thong delicately, giving Simon a little glimpse of your soft skin underneath.

You’re perched on top of your favourite pair of high heels, black and strappy, which make your legs look even longer. Legs he wanted to worship forever, if you’d let him. His cock was already straining against his pants and the two of you had barely stepped into the bedroom.

Simon opens his mouth to speak but you raised a perfectly manicured finger to your lips, "Shhh...".

You approached Simon as he reached out to touch you but was sadly greeted by you shaking your head, "Ah-ah-ah-ahhh.... Not yet baby", you told him firmly.

You stood directly in front of him, so close, but not touching and lowered yourself in front of him, travelling slowly down the length of his intimidating body. Your face passed so close to his cock that you could feel the heat, but you continued down all the way to his feet. You slowly removed his shoes and socks, then slowly stood back up. Simon let his eyes rove over you as you rose up the length of his body. You undid his belt, slowly teasing him then moving Simon’s hands to undo his zipper. You allowed your hand to move deliberately across his throbbing cock, enjoying the grunt he ground out. His pants fell to the floor and you began loosening his tie, slowly, letting the soft material run through your fingers, caressing it as if you were touching him.

You began to undo each button, the red satin sash still clenched in Simon’s hand. You ran your hand down the entire length of his tattooed arm, sending shivers up his spine, finally reaching it in his hand.

“Good job”, you whispered in his ear so he could feel your breath on his neck. He stood before you completely aroused, and he received his first instruction.

“Lay down on the bed”, your voice punctuated the heated silence.

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader insert #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader insert #simon riley x you #simon riley x fem!reader

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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut, reader has anxiety!

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

this took quite a bit to get out huh? lol anyway send in requests for bob and sunny if you have any my loves!

series masterlist here, series playlist here, comment on part one for the taglist!

PART THREE: bagman.

Purple and pink lights covered the dark stage, following your movements as you strode across it dressed in nothing but some white strappy heels with cute little cherries on them and a lacey red lingerie set. You had opted for a short wig that night, a blunt bob and in all honesty it made you feel like a whole new person as you stared out at the slightly crowded seating area next to the stage. Rowdy men were hollering already, slapping bills down onto the black top of the stage before you had even touched the pole yet, they were loving it.

Music starts and you block out the crowd, moving your body to the beat as you do a routine you’ve been practicing in the couple of weeks you’ve been off, wanting to change up your dances for your regulars a little bit. You dance for nearly five songs, your new routine a big hit amongst the crowd and as you stride off of it, stopping to shake your ass here and there in front of who you deemed as deserving gentlemen, picking up handfuls of bills every time you did. The stage was absolutely covered in them, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled. You were fairly certain that there was enough her for you to be able to call it a night if you wanted to, you knew your boss wouldn’t mind if you went home early, he was still iffy about you coming in with a bruise still showing anyway (even though you perfectly covered it with makeup). A stage hand passes you with a big bag as you make your way off stage, the lights off as they go to clear up the money that you couldn’t grab.

You were headed to the dressing room, needing a break after 5 songs but you’re stopped by your boss, Edwin. “You looked good out there Sunny,” He says an arm popping around your shoulder as the older gentlemen lead you away from the direction you were trying to go. You lean into him head on his shoulder. “Always a crowd pleaser, you are, you were missed during you time off.”

You smile at his words, despite his hard appearance Edwin was actually a really kind man and he had taken you under his wing when you first came to town, had given you your job illegally even though you had just barely turned 21 and because of it you had grown close. If Bob hadn’t come to your aid the night that your pice of shit ex boyfriend had gone to town on you, you know that Edwin would have (even though he was in the middle of running the club) and he almost did when you called him the next day to tell him what happened.

“I know it’s your first night back, and you wanted to take it easy,” He says, stopping you in the doorway just before the main floor of the club, where patrons were milling about as the stage hands finished clearing your set. “But you seemed to have caught the attention of one of those ship boys over there by the bar,” He points towards a group of them and you purse your lips, thanking god that none of them looked like Bobby from this angle. “Requested Ivy Wild for a private dance, told him you’re the boss when it comes to that..”

You sigh at the mention of being requested by name, looking back towards the dressing room. You weren’t sure how much you made from your stage appearance yet, not until you counted it, but you knew that if you did a half hour private dance that you’d walk away with three hundred at the least..you couldn’t say no to that kind of money.

“I’ll take him, put him in room four.” You say, before turning on your heel to head towards the dressing room. “I’m gonna go freshen up real quick before I head in there.”

The room is dark when you enter, nothing but a dim blue light around the ceiling to light up the room, casting shadows across the firm leather couches and the man lounging across them. You slink your way into the room, coy smile splaying across your lips.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing..” The man says, leaning back against the couch. He spreads his legs slightly as he does. He’s clad in dark jeans and a crisp white button up that is so tight you can practically see the outline of his abs through the fabric. You can’t see his face in the shadows but you can tell from his voice and the way he manspreads that he’s handsome, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little excited. “You gonna dance f’me?”

If you listened close enough he even sounded a little bit like Bobby and for some reason, that made your face flush. “You gonna follow the rules pretty boy?” You flirt, moving your hips to the music that was playing softly in the room, standing just barely in front of him. “You can look but you can’t touch, got it?”

“Whatever you say, hot stuff..” He seems to sigh almost dreamily as you start putting on a show for him.

You touch your body, letting your hands travel down it as you swing your hips to the beat, putting on a routine for him. Just as you’re about to give him a lap dance, ready to straddle your lean legs one either side of his thick thighs he reaches out for you, fingertips brushing the bare skin of your midriff. “Aht, Aht-” You say, pushing him back with your foot on his chest, your heel digging into the muscular expanse. “No touching, pretty boy..”

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here..”

When you leave the room fifteen minutes later, it’s with a self righteous smirk across your lips. You had made the man cum in his pants with your lap dance and you hadn’t even let him touch you, it was a rarity but you loved when it happened, it was quite the ego boost if you were being honest with yourself. You could have done without the three hundred and fifty that he had left for you and just rode the high of a stroked ego for the rest of the night, but you took it anyway and shoved it in the bag that the stage hands had left by your locker. You would count it out when you got home, you were ready to leave and you were positive you already made over a grand tonight, there was no need to stay other than to see to the other girls but they all seemed okay with themselves tonight.

You poke your head into Edwin’s office and bid him goodbye on your way out, making your way to the employee parking lot afterwards where you parked your car, It’s a surprisingly short drive home given the time, and when you park your car on the side of the street outside of the building, you’re surprised to see Bob out, Cosie’s leash in hand.

“Hey, Bobby!” You say cheerfully, hopping out of the car with your duffle bag and bag of cash in hand. He turns at hearing your voice, as though he was startled.

“Sunny, you getting home early or late?” Yeah, the man earlier sounded almost exactly like him, you think and can’t help but smile. He holds the door open for you and lets you walk in ahead of him after you stop and stoop down to pet Cosie.

“Early, told Edwin I wanted to take it easy..” You say, walking through the lobby of the building to the elevator with him. He hits the button for you too. You notice the way he looks at you when you mention Edwin and you remember that you never told him much about the club. “Edwin is the owner of the club, my boss..and he’s kind of like my dad in a way though thats a little weird to say because he sees me in lingerie all night..” You weren’t sure where the sudden rambling came from, perhaps it was a reaction to him putting his hand against your lower back to usher you into the elevator before him, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that lingered in your nostrils but damn it made you feel nervous and giddy all at the same time.

He hums as he punches the button for your guys’ floor, adjusting the leash to his other hand as Cosie rubs against your legs. You were still clad in your strappy heels, feeling too impatient to stop and take them off. He does the thing with his hand again to user you off of the elevator before him and you just about die on the spot, what is it with you? Was gentlemanly behavior really that big of a thing for you?

Within a few moments you’re at your door, his just a few steps farther than yours and he stops, holding your bag without a word as you shove your key into the lock and bully the door open. You open your mouth to say goodnight but find yourself saying something else entirely. “Do you wanna come in? Help me count all this maybe?” You hold up the bag of cash, and he glances down at it, soft smile on his handsome face.

“Sure.” He finds himself saying, even though he has work in a few hours. You’re just so sweet with your damn eyes and flushed little cheeks that he can’t say no.

The next few hours are filled with him sitting with you on your living room floor, sprawled out in front of the couch, piles of money in front of the both of you. You had gone and changed into a small pair of pajama shorts with little red hearts on them and a white tank top, but not before having him take photos of your heeled feet for you so you could post it on your instagram.

“It’s almost four..” You whisper, your head leaned against his shoulder. You guys had stayed on the floor and you found yourself leaning against him as our eyes drooped, tired from you first day back at work but not wanting to fall asleep just yet. You listened to him tell you stories about his job, and you fell in love with how much he loved his job, how happy it made him.

“You sleepy, Sunny?” He murmurs, that Montana accent thick. He turns his head to look down at you, almost wishing that he hadn’t because from this angle and in this lighting he could pretty much see through your shirt and it was all he could do not to pop a boner right here next to you at the sight of your pert nipples and supple tits.

You hum in response, already on the cusp of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember is him shifting, his warm arm coming to wrap against your shoulder as if pulling him farther against him.

By the time you wake the next morning, he’s long gone, though he’s left you in his hoodie that you don’t remember putting on and with Cosie. You can’t help but pout at his absence, having found yourself more comfortable with someone you were fake dating than anyone you had ever actually dated. You were surprised that you had fallen asleep, that you hadn’t woken when he left and when you check your phone, you’re even more surprised to find a text message with a photo of a sleeping you attached, your head against his chest, eyes closed and peaceful..

Navy Dude: thought i would take something for my own instagram..see you tonight..

You couldn’t help but giggle, breathing in his scent as you read the message and immediately going to check his instagram account before making yourself busy for the rest of the day by taking Cosie on a long walk and doing your pilates work out in the living room, practically counting down the hours until he would arrive to take you to meet his friends. Your first official date as a fake couple.

You’re just struggling into a cute little yellow dress sun dress when you hear your door open and Cosie give a happy yip, with your arms cocked behind you, you glance towards your bedroom door, hearing his footsteps fall down the hallway. “Bobby?” You call out, almost a whine. “I can’t get my dress zipped..”

He’s in your room in a matter of seconds, his long and lithe body taking up your doorway. He’s in his service uniform, the tan khaki’s littered with different colors of pins that you would have to ask him about later. You thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but he looked downright drool worthy when he wore his flight suit home, though you assumed they hadn’t done any flying today.

“Let me help,” He murmurs as you stand in front of him. He bats your hands away before gently moving your loose hair over one shoulder, out of the way of the zip. “Dress looks real pretty..” His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of your back and you suck in a breath, chills going down your spine as they go up, up, up, stopping just between your shoulder blades.

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, smoothing out the flowy skirt that just barely went past your mid-thigh as you turned to face him, looking up at the taller man. You had put on enough makeup to cover up what was left of your bruises, but not nearly as much as you had worn at work last night. You were meeting friends, there was no need to paint your face like you would at work. You weren’t sure if you should put on more though, you wanted to look okay for him, you wanted him to have his friends’ approval.

“You look gorgeous,” He murmurs, corners of his lips turning up as he looks down at you. You were practically chest to chest by that point, you would call it an almost intimate moment. His hand comes up from his side, fingertips grazing against the skin of your cheek before brushing your hair behind your ear, you blush as you notice yourself leaning into his touch slightly. “Think you look real pretty in yellow, Sunnygirl..”

“Thank you..” You breathe, not realizing that you had somehow moved close enough to him that your noses were practically touching, him stopped down towards you. It wouldn’t take much for your lips to brush together now, just lean into him a little farther, and you would have too if Cosie hadn’t barked from your feet, scaring you so badly that you jump about a foot in the air, cheeks flushing as you realize that you had been about to kiss him and he hadn’t even tried to stop you.

“Right, so,” You clear your throat, turning to go back to your closet for a pair of matching sandals. “Why don’t I go walk Cosie while you change and then I’ll meet you by your truck?”

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah,” He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he turns, his own cheeks flushing red. “You do that, i’ll be right down..”

Nearly forty-five minutes later, he’s pulling his silverado into a parking spot near an old Bronco, throwing the shifter into park. You take in a deep breath, looking over at him. “This is it.” You say, the whole scheme that you two had cooked up finally feeling real to you. The man next to you nods, taking his keys from the ignition and shoving them down into his pocket. “Alright Bobby, let’s do this.”

The parking lot isn’t overly crowded, but the patrons inside the bar are loud as you walk up to it. Your nerves get the better of you the closer you get to the front doors, your hands shaking with anxiety and you try to channel it into smoothing down your dress skirt but it does no good. Bob notices though, and suddenly he’s sliding his much larger hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay, Sunny.” He says, and you smile up at him feeling like a fool. You hadn’t realized that your anxiety was so noticeable, you thought you had been better at hiding it.

Before you cn respond to him, he’s pushed open the doors of the bar, stepping in first to hold it open for you, his hand not leaving yours once. Almost immediately there’s a call of his name traveling throught he air and the sounds of chairs scraping and before you know it you’re surrounded by a few big, buff dudes and a bubbly girl who looks the most excited to meet you.

You do your rounds of introductions, Phoenix gives you a big hug, ripping your hand from Bob’s in the process and practically lifting you off of the ground, and though you’re meeting her under the guise of being his girlfriend, you know that you’re going to be good friends.

Rooster gives you a firm handshake, his ginormous hand enveloping yours as he smiles down at you. You take in his features, he’s quite handsome despite the scarring on his face (that you desperately want to ask questions about, though you keep it to yourself) and you notice the lack of a ring on his hand or on the dog tags looped around his neck, peaking out of the top of the white undershirt he had put on under his loose hawaiian shirt. You think he’d be a good match for one of your friends and you make a mental note to ask Bob about it later.

Coyote is gentle, and quite sweet but he’s a bit of a flirt and you feel yourself leaning more into Bob while you’re talking with him briefly, wanting it to look like you weren’t available (because technically to them, you weren’t). He introduces you to who you realize is one of his best friends next, Hangman, or as you had heard Bob call him, Bagman. He’s still wearing his uniform, and when he shakes your hand he gives you a charmingly sweet smile that you just know makes the girls weak in the knees, but when he talks to you? Your stomach drops to your knees.”Hey there, pretty thing..” He must know it too, because he smirks at you, that accent heavy.

You swallow thickly, turning to Bob. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink, I’ll be right back, baby..” You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek for show before heading over to the bar. “Shot of tequila, please..” You say to the woman tending bar, leaning against it as you let out a breath.

Bob’s friend was the man you had given a private dance to last night..the man who you had made cum in his own pants. How fucking bad could this get, you wondered? You hadn’t exactly lied when you told Bob’s friends that you were a dancer, you just hadn’t exactly specified what kind of dancing you did for a living, not expecting that one of his friends would be one of your customers.

She sets the shot glass down in front of you just as you feel a presence behind you, directly behind you. His body was solid and warm as he put his arms on either side of yours, boxing you in.

“Does he know?” His voice his quiet in your ear, making your body go stiff. You were uncomfortable, but you knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you or touch you in anyway.

“That I made you cum in your pants?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow as you turn to face him. His head was right next to yours, eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “No, Bagman, I don’t think he does, and I don’t think he needs to either.” You knock back your shot, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. “Just like I don’t think your group of friends needs to know that you spent your sunday night getting a lap dance from a stripper, now do they?”

You must win whatever stand off this is because after a moment his moves his arms, letting you brush past him. You hear him ask for a round of beers from the woman, and to put your shot on his tab as you make your way back to Bob who gives you a questioning look, you realize he must have seen the whole encounter. You lean up to kiss his cheek as you come back, his arm going around your waist firmly as you whisper to him that you needed to tell him something when you guys got home. You honestly thought it was funny, but you were sure that he was going to be freaked out.

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