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knightyoomyoui · 6 months

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Nayeon x M/F Reader - "No Problem"

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO 6TH AND FINAL SET OF MY TWICE X READER ONE-SHOTS IN THIS BOOK.

Yes. I have finally decided that I will officially end my book once all of the remaining one-shots set to be released are completely done. I can't keep to focus on this book alone for longer because you know, there are other stuffs that I need to prioritize. I'm sorry guys and while it's still early, I just want to express my deepest gratitude and appreciation for all of your love with my book. It's been fun creating multiple alternate universe TWICE fanfics to all of you and to explore all the types of storylines I had to encounter on creating each. Really, thank you so much.

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Alright, now let's kickoff Set 6 with this gender neutral reader x Nayeon fic one-shot! I hope yall enjoy it even though it's short (which probably will be the same for most of the other fics included in the line-up) unlike the usual lengthy works that I used to write before.

Aside from his/her parents, Nayeon is most likely the only other person who is completely informed about YN. She is able to catch every aspect about YN, including your mannerisms, your tendency to become quickly distracted when concentrating on anything, your favorite kinds of clothes, and much more. But amongst all of it, having known YN for over a decade, she is already largely acquainted with your personality.

She could still recall those times when, due to her exceptionally good memory, she discovered every new mood you placed yourself in, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not. She didn't care about all of that, though, since the important thing is that it won't alter the fact that you have formed a kind personality, which complements your attractive appearance and is one of the main reasons she fell in love with you in the first place. Speaking of your personality, here's the issue; Nayeon is now experiencing difficulties with it. The cause? The YN she has been exposed to is very different from what you have been demonstrating to her.

Away from your usual goofy and lively personality, instead Nayeon would rather end up spotting you coming home every night with a gloomy, tired and unimpressed demeanor.

Those preserved Nayeon suspicious of your current behavior and attitude. She acknowledges that she isn't accustomed to this kind of treatment from you and that it makes her upset, but she also thinks there must be a cause for her lover's abrupt change. She is eager to get this information as soon as possible since she is sick of watching her dearest YN treat her coldly. Nayeon called a friend and coworker one day when you were gone from the house again for work in order to get some information that would be helpful to her.

A deep masculine voice owned by someone she couldn't even process up to this day that he really does, with how this guy sports a babyface and with a very slim body the moment she first met him once at your birthday party. "Nayeon-noona! Hey how you doing?"

"I'm fine Felix, how about you?", she greeted back.

"Doing good so far. Why did you call?"

"Uhm I just want to ask you something... about YN." Nayeon said, her heart thumping fast. She doesn't know why her nervousness is increasing the more she gets through the conversation.

Perhaps, she doesn't want the main possibility she has in mind to come true. No. She's afraid. She knew both her and YN were happy in their relationship and she has done everything. She's hoping that YN wouldn't go that far.

"Sure, go ahead... although I miss seeing that idiot already." Felix chuckled behind the phone.

"Wait, you two haven't seeing each other yet? I thought you two are there together at work right now?" Nayeon confusingly asked.

"Noona, wait you didn't know about it yet?"

"About what?"

Felix sighed and clicked his tongue, cursing for YN on what you have done. "So YN didn't tell you about what happened?"

Nayeon's hands are trembling, her throat starts to become dry, arms shaking in tense as she has no clue what Felix is referring to that you haven't even dared to speak out to her already.

"Felix, I don't know what you're talking about. Cut to the chase, what the hell happened to YN?"

Felix remained silent for a while before he finally answered Nayeon's wondering.

Later that evening, around nine o'clock, Nayeon is waiting impatiently for YN to get home in the living room. She then heard a call on her phone, and fortunately it was her husband/wife YN, telling her that you had purchased takeout for dinner. They finished their meal a few minutes after you got home. You greeted Nayeon and saw that she wasn't in the best of moods—in fact, she seemed colder than your love—when you went to give her a kiss. It was awkwardly silent throughout supper. You were about to go into the bedroom while Nayeon was cleaning the dishes when she called your name, causing you to stop in your tracks because she wanted to talk to you.

"Can we talk for a moment, please?" She asked while wiping her hands dry.

"I'm listening." You leaned at the door frame.

"There something you're not telling me about, isn't it YN?" Nayeon crossed her arms. You went speechless, silently hiding how guilty you are of her accusation.

"H-how can you say so? And why would I, Nay?"

"I don't know, I should be the one asking you that now." Nayeon shrugged. "Because I know exactly why."

She couldn't help but to emit a snort and a smirk at your look. "Ahh... the typical lying YN. Eyes popped then blink fast."

"I called your friend Felix. He told me about what happened to your workplace."

You sighed. That's it, Nayeon has already have an idea about the tight situation you are going into. As much as you want to keep this from her longer, you have no other choice but to stop the pretending and clarify things to her.

"All I need is a confirmation from you, YN. Tell me, was that true that you really got fired?"

Embarrassed and scared, YN slowly gave the answer Nayeon has been waiting all day long. "Yes... I got fired. WE got fired."

"Then where the hell do you really go whenever you left the house for the rest of the day. So after all these time, you've been fooling me? You've done it for like what, for the past three 3 days? Not to mention, today's your 4th!" Nayeon slightly raised her voice. "

"Because I was looking for a job elsewhere, Nayeon!" You fought back, defending yourself to cleanse out the intense atmosphere clouding the two of you. Nayeon remained shut, allowing you to take the turn as you continue speak your side.

"Yes, we got fired. Our boss decided to retire his company, had our contracts result to get terminated and we have no other choice but to look for a new job. Some of us were disappointed, enraged, hard to their feelings, while some of us... I don't know, contented. But I'm different from both of them, I took that loss heavily within me, Nayeon."

"The day after we got fired, I immediately moved, searched everywhere around Seoul, just hoping that I could atleast encounter one. But... until now, I'm still unsuccessful." Your breathing became raspy as your voice cracked at how you're draining yourself everyday with long walks and travels only to result in failure.

"I didn't tell you because I was scared that when you find out that your boyfriend is now jobless, you may rather see the same as what I could look at myself: unreliable, a disappointment, and I'm scared that I might end up unable or lacking to fulfill my responsibility to give everything that would make my girl happy."

Your eyes has finally released each teardrops of its own, streaming down to your cheeks. Nayeon's heart broke even worse at this vulnerable sight of yours while listening the struggle you were currently facing alone.

"I couldn't find any, Nayeon. I'm getting more desperate. I'm sorry if I had to lie and keep it from you."

Nayeon stepped closer to you and hugged you for comfort, calming your emotions down as she let you take your time to steady your breathing.

"I'm sorry if I looked like I was mad at you, I really thought you were cheating behind my back or whatsoever, but my heart was always right. I knew you could never do that." Nayeon smiled thankfully as she rubbed your back gently.

"And here you go again, I told you to stop overthinking yourself about what would I think negatively of you. I won't ever gonna look at you like that!" She scolded you like a mom. "I knew you were always doing your best, for us. I've been seeing that from you since day one. I couldn't belittle you for something I know you will always be great of, and that's for being such a hardworking and committed boyfriend to me."

Nayeon leans away from the hug and wipes the tears off in your face. "You really didn't have to hide those troubles of yours away from me, because anytime I would offer my hand to assist you. Just remember that if you're low sometimes, I would always be the one to lift you all the way up when you're feeling down. So please, be free to be honest next time okay?"

"Okay." You understandably nodded, a soft delighted smile appeared in which you haven't had for almost a week. Nayeon cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer for a heartwarming kiss to finally settle things off between each other tonight.

As they went to their bed to get some sleep, Nayeon remained awake for a while, as she forms a plan in her mind.

The next day, YN was supposed to leave again early to look for a job but he decided to give it a rest because even him couldn't deny that he got tired of moving everywhere. As he and Nayeon were eating a breakfast, Nayeon took your attention by calling your name.

"YN."

"Yes?"

"I thought of something last night and I just want to share it to you."

"That is?"

"Since you couldn't find a job yet, why don't we start our own mini business for now?"

You paused from almost drinking your cup of coffee in your hand. You stared at Nayeon who is grinning at you with her cute bunny teeth showing up, matching the brightness of the sunny morning outside.

"You serious?"

"Yeah. I'm up to it. I mean that's something I can you join you to also. In that way, we can have some more time together plus that could be like my other way to spend my time around and not just staying in this house." Nayeon nodded before taking another spoonful of her food. "But first, I want to hear it also from you. Do you agree with me?"

You pouted your lips and think deeply, but not in a way where he has to pick a choice. You were rather like, visualizing how could it end up for you and her business once you two achieved to start one, and you hoped the most that it would be successful.

"I'm not against it at all." You shook your head. "We could do that, I could use some of my remaining savings from my previous work to add on our target budget." Nayeon was happy with your volunteering.

"Is there anything you wanna consider for us to try?"

"I have one." Nayeon bounced her eyebrows before she continues to finish her breakfast.

A few days later, YN goes with Nayeon to locations where they can find whatever they need. They began by looking through a rental property that was unoccupied in Seoul. They paid a fair price for it, satisfied with the layout and amount of space. They then proceeded to a Home Depot store to purchase decorations, tables, chairs, and other items, all of which were delivered to their location. In addition, they went grocery shopping and purchased a blender, milk, and a variety of fruits. Lastly, they mostly concentrated on assisting one another with the preparation and décor of the entire space. A week later, Nayeon and YN visit their newly founded small business, which they had just completed setting up. Courtesy of Nayeon's idea, it was a natural fruit juice and shake shop.

She said that she wants to sell a product that would give refresh, sweetness, and availability for everyone to try while at the same time, ensuring their customers that they also have a product which will be good for their health.

They looked above to read the sign of their shop's name.

"Alcohol-Free?" You wheezed and glared at Nayeon.

"I mean, we're not selling any alcohol right?" She sniggered.

"But did you really had to make it more obvious?"

"Humor and creativity, YN. We have to aim at those additional points." She formed a gun gesture in her hand and imitates shooting bullets from it.

You hissed and lowered your head, hiding your laughter at Nayeon's silliness.

"Ah, finally it's done! Ooh I can't for us to open it soon!" Nayeon clapped excitedly like a little kid that was about to receive a reward from her parents.

"That's why now you should learn how to make a milkshake properly already."

Nayeon slapped your shoulder at your teasing, a stinging pain irritates your skin. She pouted and grunted like a grumpy granny. "Who among the two of us who couldn't even slice fruits properly huh?"

"Jeez okay, I surrender." You chuckled. Nayeon is still sulking beside you, looking away with her cheeks puffing out and arms crossed. You then took this opportunity as your alternate words of saying sorry to her.

"Thank you for all of this, by the way. Honestly speaking, this looks amazing Nayeon. You really don't have to go with this much effort..." you felt Nayeon swiftly stabs a deadly glare at you, that won't gonna happen again twice so you continued and fixed your words carefully. "... but I couldn't express how overwhelmed I am with your help."

Nayeon immediately switched her look at you who is glancing the exterior of the shop with glimmer in your eyes and a satisfication in your smile. "With you on my side, managing our very first business together; I just wish the best for us. I hope that many will love this."

Nayeon hooked her arm around yours and pressed her head on your bicep. "I wish the same too. Let's do well, and we will get through that."

She looked up, staring at you. "This is why you have to share your worries with me. Don't make it complicated by yourself, okay? We both love each other, and that would simply mean that there will be no problem for us to overcome anything."

You gratefully kissed Nayeon on the lips to before both entered the fruitshake shop with hands holding together to check the inside next.

Months later, YN and Nayeon's business quickly gained success and popularity, as a result of the large number of daily visitors who were complimenting the shop's appealing design, cozy atmosphere, and natural tastes of their products.

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ wc: 2.5k

⋆ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, something i wrote like...over a year ago? and just found recently, Daddy/babygirl & Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m. receiving), thigh riding, mention of cock worship, katsuki calls reader ‘slut' and ‘bitch’, degradation, hair pulling, ass fingering (f. receiving), proofread in a hurry so excuse any errors/shitty writing

“Who was that?”

“Hm? Oh, the guy that wants to buy my car. He came by to take another look at it.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. I bet he did. “Why don’t you let me take care of that shit, huh?”

“Umm…” You always got a little attitude whenever you thought Katsuki was insinuating that you couldn’t handle something on your own. “…because I can take care of it myself? Because I’m fully capable of handling my own business?”

“I never said you weren’t! I just wanna do shit for you. Isn’t that what boyfriends do sometimes?”

You realized your incorrect assumption and grumbled in agreement after all. “Yeah, the good ones anyway.”

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m gonna be the best boyfriend in the world and take care of my girl.”

You giggled and mumbled. “Mhmm and the most jealous too.”

“I’m not fuckin jealous!” he barked.

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you get possessive any time there’s another guy around. Sometimes other females too,” you teased.

“Hell yeah, I’m possessive! You’re mine! But I’m not fuckin jealous. Tch, what is there for me to be jealous of, hah? Those other motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me…Oi! Are you laughin at me, dumbass?”

Your hand was covering your mouth, but Katsuki had heard the pfft that escaped from your lips. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it! You make me laugh when you talk like that.”

He let go of you and stomped towards the living room, mumbling something about it not being funny.

You know that he’s vulnerable and sensitive deep down, and that sometimes you take it too far or you catch him on a bad day when he’s not in the mood for play fighting. You know his tells: crossing his arms and storming off, pouting, sometimes slamming the door of whatever room he retreated to in order to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself.

He usually either goes to his office/man cave, your shared bedroom, or the garage. Your compassion never fails and your nurturing mode shifts into high gear. After giving him a few minutes to himself, you went looking for him.

Katsuki had been checking his emails, but couldn’t shake the frustration of not being taken seriously by the woman that he loved. Did you not respect him?

There was a soft knock at his office door and he rolled his eyes. “What?” he said gruffly, Katsuki code for come in.

You opened the door and walked in to find him sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor.

“Hey baby,” you said in your soft angel voice.

He’d probably never admit it, but you completely disarmed him every time you spoke to him that way. You were a beautiful, defenseless creature for whom he’d always gone into protective mode on sheer instinct.

When you stood next to his chair, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, keeping his frowning face propped on his fist. You put your hands on his hard shoulders and started rubbing and massaging him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, Katsuki.”

He didn’t respond. The silent treatment was his go-to punishment whenever you poked the beast at the wrong time.

You lowered your head next to his and softly said, “Hey…” When he made eye contact with you again, you continued, “I love you and respect you very much, babe. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Please don’t be mad at me?”

How the hell was he supposed to stay mad at you when you looked at him with those sad, pretty eyes? He huffed and pushed his chair back a bit, just enough to serve as an invitation for you to sit on his lap and hug him.

“Shut up," he grumbled. "I can be mad at whoever I want." At least he’d finally spoken to you, which was his way of accepting your apology. “Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“Would it help if I do this?” You cupped his pouting face in your hand and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He kissed you back begrudgingly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he’d already forgiven you.

As long as you continued to shower him with attention and love and affection, he would secretly milk it, eat it up, and love every fucking second of it.

“Hmm…what about this?” You slinked down to the floor in front of him and rubbed his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his as they followed your form downwards. Your hands reached further up his legs and you pushed your thumbs into the muscles of his inner thighs, massaging him. “I promise I can make you feel better.”

He maintained his poker face, but shifted in his chair, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the tight quarters of his pants. You noticed the outline of his cock taking shape and bit your bottom lip into a smirk.

You slid one of your hands further upwards, dragging your fingers over his balls and over the length of his clothed penis. He clenched his jaw at the growing ache you'd created between his legs. You stroked his cock a few more times before carefully unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants.

Your movements were painfully slow, but you finally reached down into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled his rock-hard dick out, providing him with immediate relief from the discomfort he’d been biting back. The pleasure of feeling your small hand wrapped around his manhood, the relative size of which made his cock look bigger than it already was, throwing in an ego boost for good measure.

You resumed the act of stroking his cock inside your fist, mesmerized by the sensational juxtaposition of his warm, velvety sheath of skin sliding over his smooth steel-hard shaft. He could keep pretending to be unfazed by your antics, but his body betrayed him. You shifted from your haunches onto your knees and began placing kisses, from the head of his cock down along the underside of his length, all the way to his balls, licking the most prominent vein along the way.

Curious how much teasing he could endure before giving in and ordering you to stuff your mouth with his cock, you flattened your tongue and traced a slow line all the way back up before once again stroking him with your hand. You looked up at him, his mouth hidden by the back of his fisted hand, his narrowed amber eyes locked on you.

He was not going to give in and he most certainly would not beg. He’d sooner wait until you left the room and jack himself off than give you any indication that he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, silently willing you to suck him down.

Unfortunately for him, however, his body told the true story.

The flexing of his glutes, the knuckles of his hand going white around the arm of his chair, and the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock told you everything you needed to know. He was practically squirming with anticipation.

Deciding that it would be counterintuitive to further tease him while seeking repentance for doing the same, you once again brought your mouth to his sex and swirled your tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around him and slowly worked him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva as you went. You hollowed your cheeks and gave a good suck before popping your mouth off him.

He knitted his brows and you could’ve sworn you heard the cracking of plastic under his hand. You looked up into his fiery eyes as you stroked him before lowering your head, taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time. When the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, he bit his knuckles to stifle a moan.

You bobbed up and down his cock, pressing him into your throat as far as you could before gagging. You quickly pulled away from him to swallow your gag reflex, leaving a thread of saliva in your wake, your hand taking the place of your mouth until the feeling passed.

You collected the drool in your mouth and pushed the liquid out from your puckered lips, watching it land directly on the tip of his cock before sliding down his length. You began to stroke him again, your ministrations accompanied by the squishing of your saliva every time his cockhead popped through your encircled fingers.

You took him inside your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks until they burned, sucking him for all he was worth. You glanced up at him to find him with his head thrown back while white-knuckling both arms of his desk chair.

Just when you thought how impressive it was that he hadn’t made any sound yet, on one particular upward stroke, he let out a long groan. He was shameless at this point, getting more and more feral with every pass of your lips over the sensitive head of his thick cock. He pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, lightly tugging on it to guide you along at a slightly faster pace.

“Yeah, you better worship my fucking cock. Mm yeah, suck that fat dick, you ungrateful slut.”

You moaned around him, the vibration drawing him ever closer to his end. He was so close, but wanted to degrade you a bit more to make sure you knew your place as his sub.

“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock just like that, yeah? Yeah? You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Then work for it, bitch.”

Your pussy clenched at nothing, the contraction causing some of your slick to drool out and leave a wet spot between your thighs. You whined around his cock as though begging for his cum.

“Mm fuck! So…fucking close, babygirl. Let me hear you beg for my cum again.”

You gazed up into his fiery eyes and whined around his cock again.

“Hhnnn mm baby, shit! Here I fucking cum!”

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of your throat hard and thick, nearly gagging you. The second one came swiftly after and as he rode out his orgasm, he encouraged you.

“Fuck yeah, drink my hot fucking cum all the way down your slutty throat.”

You cleaned him with your mouth, making sure to get every last drop of him.

You stood, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You straddled one of his legs, kissing him, leaning into him, pressing your breasts against his chest. He pushed his tongue over and around yours, grabbing two handfuls of your thick ass.

Your dress was hiked up to your thighs, your naked sex pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. He used your round ass to guide your pelvis against his thigh, back and forth. Slowly. Deliberately.

You moaned into his mouth and he bounced his leg, causing you to slam down hard onto his thigh. You cried out, taking tight fistfuls of his ash blond hair and tugging.

He tightened his grip on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into your flesh, rocking you, using his control over your thrusts to increase your speed. He flexed his quad muscle and you rotated your hips just enough to provide more friction against your clit.

He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of his pants and against his skin underneath. His cock was hard and raring to go once again. He helped you adjust one of your legs such that you were straddling both of his, the hem of your sundress now pushed up around your waist.

His cock was nearly flat against his perfectly sculpted stomach. He pulled you closer, pressing his length against your sopping sex, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit. He reached behind you to guide his slick cock inside you.

You sank down his entire length, letting out a single loud moan as your tight hole stretched around his thick cock, filling you up one inch at a time. You needed a few seconds to adjust to his size no matter how many times you fucked him, but once you were ready, you started rocking your hips against his, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of you with every thrust. Gods, he felt so fucking good and you told him so.

“Yeah baby, fuck me slow. You deserve to ride my cock like that.”

Your elbows rested on his shoulders, your hands gripping his hair, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his large hands around your undulating hips, giving you more strength as you rode him. He knew the closer you got to orgasm, the more your legs would give out. He would be ready to pump his cock inside your pussy when the time came. He squeezed one of your ass cheeks before pressing his middle finger against your asshole.

“Mm fuck, Katsu!”

He groaned in your ear. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”

Your pace increased while your thrusts became shallower and more erratic, the heat and the friction of your clit grinding against his pubic bone.

He pushed his fingertip inside your tight ass. “Do as I say and cum on my fat knot. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.

Each of your whimpers seemed to climb an octave higher than the one before. Finally, the spring in your womb came undone and you froze, completely unraveling around him, calling his name over and over. The contractions of your orgasm massaged the full length of Katsuki’s cock buried deep inside you, sending him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Shit baby, your pussy clamping down on me like that…ah fuck, I’m gonna cum again…”

As you came down from your orgasms together, still joined as one, you began to shake. Katsuki wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer against him. Your breath was hot against his neck and he knew you were trying not to cry when you drew a ragged breath against him.

He put a hand behind your head and pressed his lips on the top of your head, sensing that this was one of the occasional times when you needed his most tender aftercare.

As much as you loved his aggression during sex, and you absolutely did, sometimes it would leave you feeling vulnerable after a particularly rough round of it.

You had more than made it up to him for giving him a hard time. Now it was his turn to hold you and give you all the love and safety he could possibly offer and as far as he was concerned, for you, that was a bottomless well.

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7waystreet · 2 years

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frustration | min yoongi

synopsis — you're stuck on a flight with min yoongi, your rude and irritating co-worker, but the sexual tension between the two of you takes over after a round of arguments

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob

word count — 1.5k

You're no doubt irritated right now, and with full reason, uncomfortably walking down the narrow aisle while holding your heavy carry-on bag in one hand, as your purse remains loosely hooked onto the other shoulder. Traveling from New York back to Seoul has ended up being way more stressful than you'd imagined.

You let out a deep breath of relief having finally reached the spot, your mood significantly getting worse though when you see the two tiny crammed up seats next to each other on the flight.

"Are you kidding me?!" you seethe in anger, throwing your purse on the window side seat. "They want us to sit for 14 hours in these?!"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" his deep voice sounds off from behind you. "Be glad we even had this flight as an option."

Min Yoongi is your super rude co-worker who you've had the misfortune of being stuck with on this week long business trip in the States. It's urgent you get back to Seoul asap since you already have important meetings set for the next few days at your office, which is exactly why you had to choose getting on this rather stuffy airplane as a last minute resort.

You've now clearly dropped the fake act you and Yoongi play in front of your other co-workers, pretending like the two of you get along perfectly well instead of the usual air of annoyance you mutually share around each other. The truth is you both absolutely can't stand one another, and since you're no longer in a professional setting, your true feelings for him pour out of you without any filter.

"No need to lecture me ok? Stop acting like my dad, god damn it" you scoff at him as you struggle to lift your bulky carry-on bag.

"Stop being so irritating then" he scoffs right back, putting his own bag down and helping you push yours into the cubby above.

Even though Yoongi has a constant "I'm-better-than-you" attitude, he does have a caring side that he rarely shows, which somehow becomes visible in this moment as he chooses to assist you with your bag instead of ignoring you like he usually does. The least you can do now is zip your mouth shut and avoid saying anything mean back to him, even though you're secretly itching to.

You shortly become pissed at how Yoongi's already elbowed you off of the shared arm rest between the two of you, acting like he owns the stupid airplane himself or something. It's also ridiculous how you have to force a conversation with him every time you've got to get up to go to the restroom, pleading him to move his knees back a bit to give you enough space to scoot past his seat to reach the aisle.

"How many fucking times do you have to go pee?"

"Don't act like you're not enjoying the fact that you get to stare at my ass each time I go back and forth."

You feel a boost of confidence when you catch Yoongi blushing at your rather blunt comment, a win in your books as he even fails to come up with a witty reply. He just shrugs his shoulders fully embarrassed, disengaging himself from talking with you all together by putting on his headphones.

Your excitement is short lived though when you see Yoongi shamelessly flirting with the cute hostess on your way back from the restroom. You know how truly uncomfortable he is in that small seat, but he's fake praising the flight while flashing the attendant his gummy smile.

"Had your little fun flirting with her?" you sarcastically ask your co-worker after you've settled back down in your seat.

"You know what? I did. At least she's not a bitch like you."

If he wasn't so god damn sexy of a guy, you probably would've already punched him for his crude comment. It's like Yoongi holds a trigger with full power to blow your head off with rage any second, but he also convincingly tempts you in ways that you try your best not to pay attention to, but can't seem to avoid.

Yoongi isn't an intimidatingly tall man, but just the right height with an attractively slim figure, your gaze now falling on the comfy black sweatpants and royal blue FILA hoodie he's wearing as you sneakily steal a glance at him, somewhat in awe and anger. His pale skin contrasts with his jet black hair, which is slightly parted in the middle and resting beautifully on his forehead, his dark cat-shaped eyes deeply peering into yours as he catches you looking at him.

"What now?" he lazily asks, his husky voice sounding tired as if you've sucked the energy out of him by your presence.

"Nothing."

Turning away from him, you start browsing through the touch screen catalog on the personalized t.v. in front of you, mumbling out your complaints about how the flight doesn't have entertaining movies to play, which triggers Yoongi again.

"Will you stop?! God, I fucking wish there was a way I could shut your little mouth up."

"You asshole! You seriously need to go fu— mmpphh—"

Your words are cut short when you suddenly feel Yoongi crash his lips into yours, his forehead bumping yours and his hands firmly holding your shoulders as he roughly pins you back against your seat. You're undoubtedly baffled by how he's just kissed you, but the burning feeling that's forming in the pit of your stomach urges you to close your eyes and press your lips back into his soft ones.

"What the hell was that for?!" you gasp out as soon as he pulls away.

"Thought of a way to shut you up" he cockily smirks in return, not breaking his deepening eye contact with you.

In a flash of a second, your lips are met with Yoongi's again as you both impatiently lean in and start making out roughly, the sexual frustration between the two of you very evident as you're struggling to not make any noise in the dimly lit airplane. It's impossible to say who kissed the other first, Yoongi now slyly slipping his tongue into your mouth, navigating around with it and lightly sucking on yours, making you have to fight for breath. He goes back to kissing your lips, gently nibbling on your bottom one while his hand simultaneously lifts the shared arm rest to get rid of that barrier in between your bodies.

He's wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer towards him, now smoothly caressing your thigh with his other hand as you both start panting in the heat of the moment. It's almost embarrassing how fast he's getting you soaking wet, but you don't even care about it anymore as you can tell his hand on your thigh starts sliding up.

"Yoongi... What are you doing..."

You feel him playing with the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling it down before his hand starts to slither inside.

"Nobody has to know" he rasps in your ear, his lips grazing your cheek before he goes back to kissing you.

Just like that, he's begun rubbing his fingers on your bare clit, your body already twitching from the slightest bit of friction he's causing. He doesn't waste any time and inserts two fingers into your heat at once, making you gasp at the stretch while his fingers feel how tight you are and how wet he's made you.

The lust within you takes over when he starts pumping you with his fingers, attaching his lips back onto yours as a moan unintentionally leaves your mouth.

"Shhh... We gotta be quiet. Oh shit—"

You're the one shutting him up now as he feels your hand sneaking inside the layer of his sweatpants, straight into his boxers. You make sure no one's around before pulling his erect cock out, Yoongi closing his eyes from the pleasure that's taking over his body as you start openly massaging his length, getting him harder with each stroke.

He picks up the speed too, thrusting his fingers inside you even faster as your own hand works its magic on him, both of you at a loss of words and fully into the heart pumping moment.

"Fuckkk (y/n), you're gonna make me cum so hard."

His dirty talk fully gets you off, your core clenching as your orgasm takes over you, Yoongi's fingers glistening with your juices when he softly takes them out of you while your chest heaves from the climax. In a quickening panic, he now grabs the blanket that's besides you and holds it at the top of his length, right before his cum shoots out of the tip from your continued stroking.

Your heart's about to fall out of your chest when you see the same cute hostess slowly walking up the aisle right that minute, making her last round to check if any of the passengers need something. Yoongi's noticed her too as he hastily pulls his sweatpants up and throws the cum filled blanket onto the floor, kicking it underneath the seat in front of him in an attempt to get rid of the unholy evidence.

You adjust yourself in your seat, trying to normalize your breathing and look as casual as possible even though it feels like you've just ran a marathon, the annoying attendant stopping by your seats no doubt, obviously to take another jab at flirting with Yoongi.

"Everything good, sir? Would you like me to get you anything?"

"Ah no thanks, I'm very satisfied right now."

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi oneshot #min yoongi #방탄소년단 #suga x reader

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Don’t Forget Who You Belong To

October 14th: Spanking

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Steve is jealous and fed up with your attitude

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, daddy kink, mean Steve, breeding kink, spanking

A/N: Hooo boy

2.3k Words

Masterlist

You snatch ‘The Temple Of Doom’ tape off the rack in front of you before turning to face Steve with a huff.

“Indiana Jones is not horror, Steve!” To say you’re in a bad mood would be an understatement.

You were supposed to be on a date right now with a cute guy you had met at the hideout when you last went to watch Eddie play, but instead Keith decided he didn’t want to work so he switched shifts with you.

You usually didn’t mind late night stocking, always enjoying Steve’s company but it’s been so long since you’ve been out and every time you find a tape put in the wrong place you feel yourself getting a little more angry.

“It really depends on your concept of horror,” he laughs, completely ignoring your stroppy tone, “did you see the monkey brains?”

You send him your meanest glare and he sends you a playful one back, clearly enjoying your misery.

And honestly he was.

Robin told him of your date and to say he was not happy would be an understatement.

You and Steve used to have a friends with benefits arrangement but that stopped a few months ago, you noticed your feelings for the man growing stronger and not being reciprocated so to save yourself further heartbreak you pulled away.

Steve wasn’t pleased but what could he do?

When Keith told him of the new shipment of tapes coming in Steve was thrilled. It was a big shipment that would require taking old tapes off and rotating in the new releases. It would surely take the better part of the night.

Steve convinced Keith to take the night off and switch shifts with you, he spun some lie about how you needed the extra money but were too prideful to ask for extra work.

He at least had the decency to feel a small amount of pity, but that quickly dissipated when he overheard you complaining to Robin about having to cancel on your date.

Back in the present you put ‘Indiana Jones’ in the action aisle before doing a once over to make sure he hasn’t ‘accidentally’ put any more in the wrong place.

Steve isn’t usually this careless and you’d almost think he was doing it on purpose but that would make no sense, he was complaining about cancelled plans earlier so wouldn’t he want to get out of here quicker?

“Seriously?” You hiss as you grab yet another misplaced tape, “‘Aliens’ isn’t action!”

“There’s action in it,” Steve argues.

“It’s horror!” You throw your hands up and walk back to the other aisle.

“What’s up your ass today?” Steve scoffs, feigning ignorance.

“No one, that’s the problem,” you mumble to yourself but Steve’s hawk-like hearing catches your words.

“What was that?” His smirk is playfully with a hint of something else.

“What was what?” You ignore his attempts of teasing.

“So you’re pissed cause you’re not getting fucked tonight,” he huffs a laugh and trying hard to hide his jealousy.

“Fuck you, dipshit,” you flip him the bird and slam the tape on the rack.

“You could if you want,” he shrugs.

“No thank you!” You snap and head over to the counter to grab a pile of tapes, hopefully Steve has put them onto the computer, he’s had more then enough time.

“You know, I’m getting a bit sick of your attitude,” he grumbles.

“Well why don’t you do something about it,” you don’t really pay attention to the words you just spoke and they don’t really hit you until you feel a tight grip on your bicep.

Steve drags you behind the counter with a rushed force causing you to drop the tapes in your hands.

“What the fuck, Harrington,” your voice his filled with annoyance.

“Shut up,” he spits and spins you around and pushes you face down on the counter, your chest making contact with the top, “you wanna be a naughty little girl, I’ll treat you like one.”

Steve’s hands come around to your front and unsnap the buttons of your pants before pulling your jeans down your to your ankles.

“Colour?” He pushes his body flush against you, his thighs pressed against yours as he leans in awaiting a response.

“Green,” you flex your thighs, pussy already dripping, “fuck, Steve, green!”

He lets out a chuckle as he leans back, hands pushing up the material of your shirt until it’s bunched above your hips giving him a full view of your ass.

A bit of movement grabs your attention and your eyes instantly snap to the front of the store, it’s almost one in the morning but there was a work party at the arcade down the street.

You watch as a few people stand on the other side of the road chatting and smoking as they leisurely walk to their destination, if they just happened to turn their heads slightly they would see you in a very compromising position.

“St-Steve,” the anger has sizzled out of your tone, now nervous at the idea of being caught.

“Better be quiet, baby,” he chuckles, eyes trained on them as well.

Without warning Steve brings his hand down in a swift SMACK causing a high pitched squeak to slip out. You slap your hand over your mouth as your asscheek throbs.

“How many do you deserve, sweet girl?” Steve’s voice is mocking but it sends a thrill straight down your spine to your core.

“What ever you think,” your voice quiet, you jolt forward as he lands another hit, this time to the other cheek, “daddy, fuck,” you quickly correct yourself, you should know better by now.

“Good girl,” he massages the reddening skin before speaking again, “I think twenty should do it,” he hums.

“Twenty?!” You furrow you brow, that seems too much, especially when Steve has a tendency to be quite hard with his hits.

“Ten for your attitude, five for going on a date, and five for ignoring me for the last few months,” he lists off, voice turning hard at the last part.

You’re momentarily shocked, Steve never showed any indication that he had feelings for you or that he was upset when you called off the arrangement, if anything he seemed indifferent.

Before you can scrutinise every moment you ever spent with Steve he delivers two harsh smacks to your left cheek. You squeeze your eyes shut and suck in a breath at the sting.

“Relax, babe,” his tone is soft, a jarring contrast to his punishments.

Your grip on the edge of the counter tightens as your knuckles go white, Steve lands three more blows on the same cheek, you feel tears stinging your eyes, your panties not doing much to soften the hits but the pain is nothing compared to the throbbing between your legs.

“What do you say, sweetheart?” He finally decides to inflict some damage to your right cheek with two more slaps.

“Sorry, daddy!” You hiss, tears freely sliding down your cheeks.

By the time he’s on the fifteenth smack you’re sniffling against your wrist, you haven’t safeworded so he knows you’re fine.

“Almost done, pretty girl,” he promises, voice soft.

You let out a whine and wiggle your ass back against his hand, biting your lip at the painful sting but just wanting this to be finished so he can fuck you.

Steve decides to take some pity on you and not draw this out, your legs are slightly twitching from exhaustion and your asscheeks and the backs of your thighs are almost bruised and hot to the touch.

Unfortunately for you he decide to convey all his pent up frustration at your behaviour into these last five smacks, the dark, cruel part of him wants you to feel the anguish he felt.

He slightly rears his hand back and brings it down with a loud CRACK.

Thankfully the people from across the street left about ten minutes ago because they definitely would have heard that.

You don’t have time to recover as he delivers four more equally loud and equally painful hits to your ass.

You openly sob now, the punishment teetering on more pain then pleasure and just as you’re about to safeword out he stops.

“You did so good for me, baby,” his voice is sincere and it only causes you to sob a little more at the gentleness of it, “we’re finished now,” he promises.

The leans down and presses kisses up your back, his hands massaging your hips as he continues to praise you.

He kneels down behind you so he can get a look at the damage he’s caused as he moves your panties to the side, a smirk playing over his lips at the handprint starting to bruise into your ass.

He kisses the slightly raised skin, you let out a pained whimper as he shushes you, lips gliding over your flesh to place soft kisses against you.

When you clench your thighs Steve is hit with the heavy scent of your arousal and when he pulls your legs apart he can see that your panties are practically glued to your folds as slick coats your thighs.

He gathers some of your wetness and sucks his fingers into his mouth, groaning around the appendages, he’s missed your taste.

He bunches the top of your panties in his hand and harshly pulls up causing the material to wedge between your pussy folds and asscheeks.

“St-Steve,” your voice is shy, a little embarrassed with his actions.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he complements, he tugs up harder watching as the material all but disappears between your folds, “I think you deserve a reward, baby.”

With that Steve pulls your panties down your legs and helps you kick off your jeans all the way before he pockets the damp material. When he stands he pulls out his cock and is quick to line it up with your entrance.

He puts a firm hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he thrusts inside, not waiting for you to adjust before he’s jackhammering his hips into your cervix.

You bite down on your fist as whimpers flood from your mouth. You clench around him every time his balls slap against your clit.

Steve leans down and grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back, your head is pulled at an uncomfortable angle but it all just adds to the pleasure.

“Gonna fill this pussy,” his voice almost as rough as his pace, “might get you pregnant, see if you leave me then.”

Your moan comes out slightly strangled due to the strain on your neck, you knew Steve has a breeding kink, he’s shared his camper van story and it’s even fuelled some decent sex but for some reason this doesn’t seem like the usual role play.

“You want that, baby?” He slows down his pace so he can fuck deeper into you, “want me to make you a mommy?”

You don’t know if it’s delirium caused by so much overwhelming pleasure but right now you did. You wanted Steve to make you a mommy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Steve fuck!” You drop your hand from your mouth, no longer caring if you’re heard, “put a baby in me!” You beg.

“Fuck,” you never really responded to the other times he’s brought it up during sex so he wasn’t expecting you to now but at your words something changes in him.

He lifts you up further so you’re more on the counter, your legs no longer touching the floor, as he grabs your hips and controls your movements.

He fucks up into your pussy, hands tight on your hips as he slams them down to match his pace, your chest is rubbing uncomfortably against the counter top but you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

“Gonna cum, baby!” He places a hand on your shoulder as he leans forward and fucks his cock deep into your womb before letting out an animalistic growl.

Even as you feel his cum filling you up he doesn’t slow down, instead his pace becomes slightly erratic as he uses his cock, still fully hard, to push his cum into you further.

You’re sure by now your insides are as bruised as your ass and that thought mixed with Steve hammering his cock into you has you crying out as you fly over the edge.

You let out a pained moan as he continues to use your body, you’re exhausted and on the brink of passing out but Steve is still as hard as he’s been all night.

“Steve,” you gently cry.

“One more, baby,” he promises, “the first time never takes.”

Steve pulls you back until you’re standing, his arms wrap around you to anchor your body to his, you’re back pressed to his chest as he fucks up into your heat, the new position causing your pussy to squeeze his cock tighter inside you.

You slump your weight against him and hold on for dear life, unfortunately for you Steve is still feeling a little mean as he brings his hand down and slaps over your clit, you cry out as he continues to abuse your oversensitive nub.

He arched his back as he thrusts one last time into you, the position causing your feet once again to leave the ground as he fills you for the second time tonight.

Your pussy is sore and you can feel every twitch and throb from his cock as he holds it inside of you to plug his cum.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he voice is cracked, you’re no longer able to stand and he helps you slide to the floor, finally pulling his softening length out of you when you move to sit back against the counter, “I think that should take.”

If Steve hadn’t just fucked you within in an inch of your life you would have felt slightly alarmed at his comment and you also might have noticed the sound of a car door slamming and driving away.

Steve sits in front of you, breathless with a smug smile knowing that your ‘date’ won’t be happening any time soon, not after witnessing Steve take your pussy like he owns it.

#stranger things #my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #kinktober

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Too late || Edge x Reader

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Edge was in his room, getting dressed. It was a bit chilly today because of all the windiness, so he thought he outta wear a nice cozy jacket, a pair of black jeans, some oxford shoes and underneath a black button up collared shirt. He looked himself over in the mirror, he thought he looked nice. Was it the best? No, but it worked for today.

His phone dinged, immediately catching his attention and slightly hurrying over to pick it up. He unlocked the screen to be greeted with your message to him, saying "We're almost there to pick you up! Hope you're ready!"...

Edge furrowed his brows, not understanding what you meant by we. Wasn't that used when there was another person? You didn't state that earlier when you texted him half an hour before. Maybe you missed typed that? Edge hovered his thumb over the phones keyboard, hesitant whether or not to ask if you did mistype that and if he was right- utter relief. If he was wrong? Then who's this we.

He couldn't help but grumble a bit under his breath. He clicked off his phone and shoved it in his pocket and made way to his door and walked out of his room. As Edge was going down the stairs, Red could feel something was off as he sat down on the couch in the living room. He glanced over towards the stairs to catch his brothers expression to see what was up. Edge reached the bottom of the steps and headed towards the front door with a grumpy look.

Red huffed while raising his bone brows, yeah... Somethings wrong. He sled down more on the couch as he called out to his brother.

"Hey, uh, bro. You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Red snickered to himself. It wasn't really funny and overused, but he couldn't help it.

Edge halted right at the door, he turned his head and squinted both his eye sockets at his brother. " Me? In a bad mood?" His tone with a bit of attitude in it as he responded to Red. " I don't know what you're going on about. I'm fine. Good even." He stated. He straightened up, turning his head back to the door and just as he placed his hand on the knob, Red said " Huh, yeah. Says the guy that looks annoyed and has attitude in his voice. And you walked down hunched, Paps." Edge didn't want to put up with him, Red that is, and clenched his teeth in order not to respond and hoping to give the idea that he was done talking. He wasn't about to put himself in more of a annoyed mood than he already was.

Red sighed. Probably was best he didn't try talking to him further. He was just gonna shut him down. " Just wanted to check in..that's all." Yeah, he tried..and with that look? How was he suppose to. He's jaw was locked.

Papyrus walked outside his house, waiting outside on his front porch. Waiting for you. His head was filled with antagonizing thoughts.

Who were you with? Who was that we? Was someone else really coming along, was it not just you and him suppose to be hanging out today? Wasn't that the plan? He crossed his arms, leaning against the porch railing. He wasn't possessive, no, not at all. He wasn't trying to be either.

He grumbled, his own thoughts bugging him now.

He just wanted to know what was going on. Is that-is that such a bad thing?

A couple minutes had passed, before he heard a honk from a car. Edge noticed it coming up, but he didn't recognize the vehicle, or the person driving. Yet they were stopped in front of his house. The window rolled down, and low and behold, there you were, sitting on the passenger side. You leaned over and called out to Edge "Hey, get in!" You called out. Edge didn't understand what was happening. Where was your car? Somebody really had come. And he didn't know who this guy was.

He felt his own brows furrow almost and stopped himself midway. He had to compose himself. He took a deep breath through his nasal hole and exhaled slowly as he pushed off the railing on the porch and made his way to this strangers car. A stranger. A stranger who had had never met, not once.

"I'm suppose to ride in a strangers car?" He asked once he had made it up to the vehicles drivers side. The window was still down and you weren't sure how to respond. "Uh, I know him! He's a good guy, trust me, Edge." You tried reassuring him but he knew that he was just acting a bit..jealous. He didn't mean to. He knew what he was saying and he knew he could've just hopped in but, he was also being honest about it too, right? You shouldn't just hop into a strangers car.

He tried catching a good look at you from the passengers side. " Do you know him..well?" He had to ask.

You gave a nod. "I do."

Edge suddenly got uncomfortable with the response you had given him. He wasn't liking how he was feeling, he could only hope it'd go away soon. He just didn't want someone else around today. You and him were going out. That was the plan. He couldn't put up a fuss though, so he got in.

You all walked down a sidewalk with a bunch of businesses being on either side of the street, and after some walking, you all made it to starbucks. But there wasn't much talking other than you and your friend speaking during the walk there. Edge was trying his best not to seem..upset. Or grumpy as most people would say he looked. He didn't always mean it intentionally. It was just how his face rested sometimes unconsciously. And in this case, he didn't really like the idea of how he was currently being left out. Not once did you turn around and ask him anything, and he wasn't really sure if he could jump in the conversation you two were having. So he didn't know what to do other than remain silent the whole walk to Starbucks while you two spoke.

Walking into the establishment, the three of you ordered your drinks and sat down. And as some time went by there was some light conversation between Edge and the stranger, which was noticeably strained. Edge noticed how you tried helping by talking too, but something was still really awkward about the conversations they had. Not long after, all 3 of you had left and went for a walk.

Time passed by and Edge could only make out the sounds of cars going by and chatter from strangers passing by you three.

Then a conversation peeked up between you and your friend. Edge wasn't sure how to voice himself in this situation and just decided to keep quiet. Maybe he could just see how you and your friend interacted. He couldn't really join in since he wasn't sure how, he felt like he wasn't allowed to in a way as well.

Throughout the walk he could feel his mood drop just a bit more as he saw you laugh and smile at your friend, such a joyous laugh, such a sweet smile you had when you spoke to him. He felt left out, and the walk continued on longer than he anticipated after you guys had left Starbucks. He thought maybe you three would've headed back to the car, stop somewhere else or maybe even...go back home..but none of you did. You just kept on walking.

Edge had falled back just a little bit, growing distance between you and your friend. Not that you seemed to have notice.

He tried to see you smile again, since you had both gotten so far ahead of him at this point.

Until he saw it.

Squinting his eyes to see you properly as you distanced from him even more now, he saw how you moved your hand closer to your "Friend" and clasped hands together.

You had a bit of a pink tint to your cheeks. Like you were bashful, flustered a bit even. And the moment that Edge saw what he had, his heart sunk to his stomach.- His eye lights hazy, and glowing bright- Completely stopping in his tracks with his mouth open in surprise and shock.

He felt throbbing aches, like pangs, in his chest as he saw you walk onwards like nothing, like he wasn't even there. It's like everything stood still for him but nothing else waited. He realized then, that he was too late...

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A/N: Ah, this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022. Yeeks. Aw well- I apologize if it seems rushed towards the end. Or if it lacks. I gotta admit I'm rusty at writing and it might come off all over the place (perspective might even be out of place here and there-). Sorry. I also might re-edit this down the line at some point. But that's up to future me. I kinda wanted to continue this story in some other way as well but we'll see. I based all this off a video I made on tiktok back in 2021?2022? I'd like to redo that too.. Lots to do. Hope you guys are doing well though!!!<33

#x reader #Undertale au #au undertale #papyrus au #au papyrus #Edge x reader #Underfell #underfell papyrus #papyrus underfell #underfell papyrus x reader

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iiconicxpersona · 2 years

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Make It Right

Ch. 4

Yes I’m giving y’all two chapters in one day. Sue me.

Find all previous chapters here

Word count: 1,489

Warnings: cheating, SMUT (+18! Minors DNI)

Jay White x Fem Reader x Juice Robinson

Each day that you were around Jay was a struggle. You didn’t blame him for being angry with you, but you did wonder how long this tension would last. He was so determined to prove himself he was right that it made him stubborn to the idea of even being your friend. Days turned into weeks and nothing seemed to be getting easier between you, Jay or Juice.

Your relationship with Juice was doing fine at first, but the moment you started refusing sex because you were tired or not in the mood, his attitude would come back and would resort to masturbating in front of you. “You won’t fuck me tonight so I gotta get off somehow sweetheart!” He would sarcastically respond.

This was the last night of the American tour before the guys had to go back to Japan for the G1 Tournament and you refused to spend your night watching Juice masturbate so you made up the excuse that you were going to call your mom and left the room. You were dressed in comfortable clothes and slippers with no makeup on and your hair in a messy bun so he wouldn’t get suspicious of you leaving anywhere else. “Just call me when you’ve cleaned up.” You told him before leaving.

You mindlessly walked up and down the halls, debating on actually calling your mom or just telling Juice to go to Japan while you went home. You found yourself downstairs in the lobby making yourself a cup of coffee until you heard his voice. You turned around quickly and saw Jay checking in at the front desk, at the same time he was talking on the phone. The women at the front desk instantly getting swooned by him and flirted with him once he hung up the phone. You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous as he flirted back.

Jay grabbed his hotel key and quickly turned around to make himself a coffee but he hesitated once he saw you. This time he looked at you with guilt instead of anger and it gave you hope that there��s still a possibility that he cares about you.

He nodded at you and still made his way to the coffee station and you turned to finish fixing your own coffee. The silence was deafening and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife but thankfully he was the one to break the ice. “So are you going back with us to Japan?”

“I don’t know. I was thinking about it but I was thinking about going home for a week. I haven’t seen my mom in months so-“

Jay interrupts. “Well just make sure Juice is ready. We can’t have Bullet Club looking weak this year.” He finished fixing his coffee and walked off to find his room but you refused to let that be the last conversation.

“Jay can we just talk? Please?” You asked as you chased after him. Finally catching him waiting by the elevator.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N.”

“Jay please? I don’t like this distance between us.” The elevator doors open and you follow him inside. “Jay I’m sorry that I led you on but-“

“But what? You love him? And let me guess, you care about me too so you want to have us both in your life? I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t be in your life and just be your shoulder to cry on every time he hurts you.” He places his coffee and duffel bag down and steps closer until you’re backed against the wall. “You have no idea how bad I want you. To claim you as mine.”

Jay then grabs your coffee and places it down next to his. Once he stood back up you instantly pulled him in by his shirt and hungrily kissed him. He returned the kiss and picked you up, wrapping your legs around him without breaking the kiss. You moaned in his mouth as he dry humped you, feeling his hard-on bumping against your core.

“Jay, this is wrong. We can’t.” You moaned in between kisses, but Jay was not listening and you really didn’t want him to stop. He bucked his hips harder against you, making you whimper with each thrust. You needed him inside you. “Oh Jay please fuck me.”

The elevator dings and the doors opened to the penthouse floor, that wasn’t stopping either one of you. You were stuck to each other like dogs in heat. He carried you and his bag out of the elevator, into his suite, all the way to his king sized bed. He threw you down on the bed and undressed himself, at the same time you undressed yourself and before you knew it there he was, standing over you completely bare.

Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of his physique and he took a moment to really look at you. “Fuck. I’ve spent so many nights imagining this.” He smiled.

You chuckled and pulled him in until he was on top of you. “You talk too much.” You joked before kissing him once more.

He kissed you back and you wrapped your legs around him, feeling his tip teasing your soaking wet entrance. “Y/N” he hesitated. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because once I’m in,” he cupped your face before gently gripping your neck. “You’re mine.” He growled.

You stared into his eyes and you carefully considered your next move. You didn’t want to cheat on Juice, but you didn’t want Jay to leave you either. You knew Jay cared about you and at this point you’d rather have this than nothing at all. You bucked your hips upward and started to feel the pressure when his tip slipped inside you. “I want you Jamie.” You whispered.

Jay hissed as he slid slowly and deeper inside you and you let out breathless whimpers as you adjusted to his size until he fully bottomed out. “Oh fuck baby. You’re so big.” You whimpered.

“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He growled and began thrusting deep inside you, slow at first but he quickly picked up the pace. Making you moan louder with each thrust until you practically screamed his name. “That’s it baby. Let everyone know you’re getting fucked by a real man.”

He then props himself up on his knees and you immediately turn around on all fours, earning a chuckle from him. “Look at you being my dirty little slut. I bet he doesn’t fuck you like me, does he?” He teased your entrance once more.

“No he doesn’t. You make me feel so good baby.” You whimpered, desperate to feel him inside you as you backed further into him. “Please fuck me King Switch.” You moaned.

“Fuck.” He groaned and wasted no time thrusting roughly into you, making you scream in ecstasy.

He grabbed a fist full of your hair as he pounded himself deep into you, spanking you repeatedly to mark his territory. You owned each other and there was no turning back. You could feel yourself getting close and judging by his sloppy thrusts and his loud grunts, he was getting close too.

“Oh Jay I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” He groaned.

The minute you released, it was as if you were seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and your body went limp. Jay smiled and turned you around to lay on your back so he could pull out and release himself all over your stomach and breasts. He chuckled and sat there admiring you. “You look so beautiful covered in my cum.” He joked and you laughed in return.

“God that was so good.” You breathed out.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately before going to the bathroom to get a couple of wet washcloths to clean you both off. He was always a gentleman, even after sex.

As much as you didn’t want to, you began getting dressed and Jay watched slightly disappointed that you weren’t staying. But the thought of you thinking about him instead of Juice from now on only made this more exciting.

He slipped on a pair of boxers and walked you to the door. “So are you still thinking about going home tomorrow?”

You smiled. “Probably. Just to see my mom so she won’t worry. Are you going to miss me?”

“I can’t say that I won’t, but I’ll be happy to know you’re cheering me on.” He smiled.

Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t stop smiling at him. “Always.” You whispered before pulling him in for one more kiss.

“I’ll call you while you’re away.” He said in between kisses.

“I’ll be waiting.” You licked his lips and gave him one more kiss before letting yourself out of his suite, unable to stop smiling the rest of the night.

#jay white fic #jay white imagine #jay white x reader #juice robinson fic #juice robinson imagine #juice robinson x reader

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bamboo-bees · 1 year

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Lumiere of Bonds Lit in the Dim Night

This chapter actually kinda made me tear up a bit…..

⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆Chapter 3⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Heathcliff: “Y, yes. I’ll try.”

Heathcliff got up and took a step or two before beckoning the dog.

Heathcliff: “Come.”

The black dog obediently follows after Heathcliff. Shaking its big body and swinging its tail around in a good mood.

Akira: (C-cute…..)

It’s like a chick following its mother around.

Akira: “Um…is it alright if I try petting it too?”

Faust: “….You want to touch it?”

Akira: “I-I’m sorry. I can’t help but notice how beautiful and fluffy its fur is….”

Faust: “I suppose…it’s not harmful, I think it’ll be fine for humans to touch it.”

Akira: “Yay! Well then, just a little bit…”

Akira: “Whoa, it’s so fluffy… Please, you three touch him too. It feels like cotton!”

Faust & Nero: “……”

Nero: “Wow it’s true…. He’s really fluffy…”

Faust: “…Well, if it’s just a little…”

Shino: “Geez, so idiotic, every last one of you.”

Akira: “Are you sure you don’t want to touch him, Shino?”

Shino, who’s walking in the lead, looks back at us. The red eyes that I can see over his shoulder catch a glimpse of the black dog, then he immediately turns so as to face the front.

Shino: “It’s fine.”

Even after leaving the mansion, the black dog remained obedient to Heathcliff. It didn’t go anywhere on its own, and just continued to walk snuggled next to him.

Faust: “You’re a very loyal dog.”

Nero: “Even for a pet dog and its master, it doesn’t usually work like this. He must be a smart dog.”

Seen from the outside, it looks like a leisurely dog walk.

Even though we know it’s not a real dog.

The way he admires Heathcliff is heartwarming and pleasant.

Heathcliff: “Somehow, it’s getting more and more cute…..”

Shino: “Hey, don’t let your guard down. You never know when that thing is going to attack.”

The moment Shino yelled at him, the black dog snapped back with an angry bark.

Shino: “What, you wanna fight?”

Contrary to his obedience toward Heathcliff, the black dog remains wary of Shino.

Shino also doesn’t like the dog's attitude, so they intimidate each other every chance they get.

Akira: (It seems the rivalry between Shino and the dog is growing….)

Villager: “Hey, you guys.”

Just then, we hear a voice calling out to us from the field. One of the villagers comes over, wiping the sweat off his face.

Villager: “How was the mansion? Did you find anything strange….What’s with that big dog!?”

The villager widened his eyes when he saw the big black dog with Heathcliff.

I heard that he was the villager who asked Faust and Nero to investigate the ruins.

Villager: “Did you find that in the mansion!?”

Faust: “That’s the gist of it. This dog is the cause of the moaning.”

Faust: “There is nothing to be afraid of anymore. This dog doesn’t wish to hurt you, in fact it’s pretty obedient to our wizard here.”

The villager looked timid at first, but when he saw how affectionate the dog was with Heathcliff, he relaxed.

Villager: “It would certainly seem so….”

The villager suddenly narrows his eyes. He looks around quickly, as if he’s remembering something.

Villager: “….Somehow this dog reminds me of something from a long time ago. I told you that a wizard used to live in that mansion, right?”

Villager: “He had a son with beautiful golden hair just like you there. He was very young in age, but he …..”

Villager: “ He was always carrying around a stuffed black dog. Its fur was fluffy, just like this dogs….. He said it was handmade by a wizard.”

We all look to one another as the villager relays his story.

Akira: (…A stuffed black dog….)

Faust: “Come to think of it, there were indeed some small shoes and clothes lying on the floor of the mansion…. Could they have belonged to a child?”

Villager: “Oh yeah, I guess. I heard a wizard say some time ago that that child had a habit of kicking off his shoes.”

Villager: “Because of that there was always one shoe scattered around the mansion. He would just say that it fell off while laughing cheekily.”

After talking with a smile, his expression suddenly turns sad.

Villager: “That man was a good wizard….”

Villager: “Like you, he helped us with the rituals. And when we had a problem, he would lend a hand. He always helped us.”

Villager: “He was a single parent, raising a single child which I know must have been difficult, yet he never made a single complaint.”

Shino: “…What happened to that guy?”

Villager: “I don’t know…. A few years ago, his son died in an epidemic, and he left the village shortly after.”

Villager: “He doesn’t have a son anymore, and he can’t continue living in a house that’s full of memories of him, he said.”

Akira: “……..”

Villager: “I would have liked to have been there for him, but when he told me that, I couldn’t bring myself to make him stay.”

The villager spoke in a gentle voice. Telling me about sepia colored memories that are still so vivid and nostalgic.

Akira: “He sounds like a wonderful wizard. Child-like, gentle, and kind….”

Villager: “Yeah, really……He’s no different from us humans.”

Villager: “His son was an innocent, adorable little boy, too. He used to run around the square happily with his stuffed animal on the day of the ceremony.”

Villager: “I told him not to fall and get hurt, “He’ll protect me, so don’t worry!” He said, and proudly showed me his stuffed animal.”

Villager: “The wizard who watches over him is smiling too…. I didn’t expect him to pass away at such a young age.”

Faust & Heathcliff & Nero: “………..”

The villager casts his eyes down regretfully.

Even the wizards fall silent.

A weak wind blows through the somber silence.

Shino: “……..”

At Heathcliff’s feet, the black dog innocently wags its tail.

Shino looks straight at it without even blinking.

His gaze was as sharp and silent as the moon on a clear night.

When I returned to the center of the town, the roads that had been full of rubble were repaired, and all the collapsed houses had also been repaired.

Akira: “Even though it was full of rubble, it’s completely cleared up…”

Nero: “Seriously, that Oz is something else.”

Heathcliff: “Where is everyone——ah!”

Cain, Chloe, and Shylock spotted us, waving at us from across the road. Oz seemed to be with them.

Shylock: “Welcome back, everyone.”

Akira: “You’re all together.”

Cain: “It looks like the reconstruction work is finished, so I asked Oz to help me out.”

Akira: “Thank you Oz. Sorry, I asked you to do the restoration by yourself.”

Oz: “That much is no problem.”

Oz spoke briefly, and shifted his gaze to Heathcliff’s side.

Oz: “…More importantly, what’s with that dog?”

Heathcliff: “Ah, yes, actually….”

Shylock: “I see, so that moaning was his doing.”

Cain: “Moreover, he’s attached to Heath for some reason.”

Faust: “He seems to have taken up residence in an abandoned mansion, but his presence is weak, and his true identity is unclear.”

Faust: “I brought him here because I thought you might know something.”

Akira: “How about it, Oz? Do you feel anything…..?”

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku translation #mahoyaku #event translation #heathcliff blanchett #shino sherwood #faust lavinia #nero turner #shylock bennett #cain knightley #mahoyaku oz #LadyLycorisTranslates

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hollandarling · 5 years

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Love Me — TEASER

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader | Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: One impulsive, debatably insane, problematic, life-altering kiss that has to come and fuck everything up. A CLOWN’s mission to not fall in love with your best friend.

POV: Y/N

Warnings: swearing™️. fluff? future fat maybe to smut but definitely smutty mention, drinking, DRAMA, angst angst angst, yeah

Word count: somewhere between 700-800

A/N: Alright, I’ve had pieces of this series written for forever but I haven’t actually finished anything and the idea has been in my head for like 8 months so a bitch is holding herself accountable and posting this so I actually have to write it!!!

(GIF by notpetertingle)

You inhale deeply, breathing in the nighttime air with all the excitement of the evening running through you as you walk home. You steal glances at Tom, admiring the way his face is painted by the glow of the streetlights. Giggles and half-coherent sentences are passed between you as you walk and you’re just amazed. Amazed at your best-friend before you who can make you feel this bubbly inside.

Bubbly is nice.

A cool droplet falls from the stormy clouds above, landing square on your nose as you reach your house. Your face scrunches at the contact but quickly contorts back into a giant grin as the roadway quickly speckles. Rain!

You turn to Tom, eyes mischievous as he raises a brow in return.

“Tommyyyyyy,” you start.

His hand is already coming up to point a refusing finger at you. “Tommy, is never a good thing…” he groans, knowing to be weary of anything that just “pops” into your head.

“You know what I’ve alwaysssss wanted to do?” Queue puppy dog eyes.

“You want to dance, don’t you?”

His reluctant sigh is ignored* and you respond by grabbing his arm and pulling him straight into the middle of the street.

“We’re really going to be this cheesy?” Tom does his best to act put out but fails miserably as a bright smile makes its way to the surface.

“Yessirrr. Yes we are.”

You lose your grip on his *ahem, very strong* bicep and hold out your hand to be taken, in proper gentlemanly fashion of course.

You receive an eye roll as he takes your extended hand in his, twirling you around in one swift motion. You laugh with glee, uncoordinatedly spinning back to face him, your free hand finding his forearm to steady yourself. Your fingers remain intertwined, while you lean on him for support and he doesn’t falter—distinctly proving he’s the better drunk.

The icy wind whips against your exposed skin, but Tom’s body is as hot as the pavement on a summer’s day beneath your fingertips. The rain picks up to what could only be called a torrential downpour but neither of you make a move towards your door. Your entire being involuntarily trembles and he pulls you closer into his body with a mumbled “c’mere”. And boy is it a nice body.

A fleeting thought, of course. Right?

annnnndddd nope.

Stilllll thinking.

And now we are obsessing

!!!!!!!

This is wrong.

Dead Wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong.

wtf brain.

“You alright?” Concern is evident on his face as he LOUDLY interrupts the arguing in your head.

Some garbled syllables that are 1000% unintelligible fall out of your mouth as you try to say ten different excuses at once but you think he gets the message because his face noticeably relaxes.

Nice one.

The consciousness of your sopping wet clothes and your makeup that was slowly getting ruined becomes non-existent as your mind puts all of its brain power into N O T leaning into him in the “not-a-friend” way as you so desperately want to.

You’re existentially aware that this is the moment in a rom-com where the narrator’s voice comes to attention talking about how shit’s about to hit the fan buuuuttttt the feeling in your gut is hitting you too hard to care.

You take half a step back with momentary strength, hands shaking from holding back from him. You’re just far enough away to stare into those pretty chocolate eyes that could convince you to sign away your soul if only you could look for a moment longer. His hot breath runs across your cheek as you swallow hard, praying he can’t read into everything you’re thinking about.

You attempt to play it off as midnight’s persuasion, and the stupid touchy-feely vibe it always brings. You try, you really do, but in the time it takes for his tongue to swipe across his lips, you feel your heart fall to your sleeve; vulnerable for the taking like never before.

Suddenly, the wall that is built up on that line you don’t cross is torn down by your own accord and you’re allowing yourself to think about how nice it’d be to taste him on your lips. You take a breath, and before you can talk yourself out of it again, you’re leaning into his touch in a way you’ve never dared to before.

#I'm still playing so don't hate me if I move things around #wanted to catch a feel for how you guys like the voice??? attitude??? mood??#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland fan fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland teaser #tom holland series #tom holland friends to lovers AU #tom holland AU #hollandarling writes #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n

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honeydazai · 2 years

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jealousy headcanons — Arcane

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Mel

requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR can't say it's entirely unexpected when one of the Enforcers starts hitting on you despite him standing right next to you — you do look like you're out of his league, after all.

Even though the experience is rather humiliating, he refuses to show it and instead clears his throat to catch your attention. A second later, he's tilting your chin up with his fingers, and then he's kissing you; all possessive and passionate, his hand on the back of your neck. At the gasp the Enforcer lets out, he smirks into the kiss, amused.

Viktor is confident in the fact that you chose him as your lover, but he's still a little disgruntled; he can't help but be frustrated. However, he'll be fine if you only reassure him a little and tell him he handled the situation well.

“Can you blame me for being frustrated? Of course I believe that you love me, dear. I'll always believe you. Still, the sheer arrogance of these Enforcers makes me despise them even more.”

JAYCE gets jealous easily, there's no use denying it. Still, he forces himself not to step in and instead watches you chat with the guy who has been flirting with you for the past ten minutes. He's genuinely not sure if you're doing it to tease him or if you're actually that oblivious, but he can't say anything without losing face.

Not that he actually has to speak up — it's painfully obvious just how bothered Jayce is. He's standing next to you with a forced smile on his face, his jaw clenched, body tense and eyebrows pinched together, and if you didn't know him any better, you'd think he's five seconds away from punching the man you're talking to.

By the time you're back home, you can make it up to him through cuddles and lots of reassurance. It's not easy for Jayce to be this vulnerable with someone, but he trusts you enough to let you coax him into your welcoming arms despite his sour mood.

“'m not angry at you. I just want to be sure you're not into that guy, you know? Like—, you love me, right, babe? Say it then. Pretty please? Just need to hear it right now.”

SILCO doesn't have a reason to get jealous often. Most people know you're his, which is why it's basically considered off-limits to even talk to you. Still, he occasionally can't help but feel possessive when you're spending too much time away from him.

He's the quiet type of jealous — he won't outright tell you there's anything wrong, but it's obvious in his attitude that something is bothering him. He huffs in response to your words and rolls his eyes, and it'll take a while before he has calmed down enough to talk to you again without an unnecessary amount of sarcasm in his voice.

“No, dear, I'm quite alright. Well? Did you have fun with that guy you were just talking to? Feel free to leave again if you'd rather spend time with him then. I'm quite content on my own.”

Despite occasionally getting jealous, VANDER doesn't want to come off as possessive. He's a big guy and really doesn't want to scare you. Quite the opposite, actually; he wants you to feel safe around him, which is why he, even if he does get jealous, doesn't speak up about it.

However, it's a different story if you're receiving unwanted attention. Even though he's not keen on violence, Vander is fiercely protective of you — if a customer at The Last Drop is bothering you, he'll, uh, take care of them.

“What? No, I'm alright with you going out with that friend of yours, darl. Just be careful, alright? Don't want ya to get hurt. Or, you know what? Why don't you two just stay here? This bar is just as good as any other place and this way, I won't have to worry.”

VI doesn't get jealous easily. She doesn't mind it if you've got close friends who show their affection through physical contact — she's confident in the fact that you're in a relationship with her.

Still, she's protective of you; when a stranger keeps bothering you, Vi is at your side immediately. She hugs you from behind, both of her arms wrapped around your waist, biceps on display, and with her chin resting on your shoulder as she raises her eyebrow at the guy. It's obvious that she's not afraid of a fight.

“Hm? Babe, who's that? That guy causing you trouble? No? Well, if you say so. Alright then. You know where to find me if you need anything, yeah, doll?”

JINX isn't afraid of showing that she's easily jealous. She's simply possessive of you — and doesn't hesitate to make it obvious you're hers. She's got no shame as she drapes herself over you, her hands roaming over your body while she pulls you close to her.

Whoever had just been talking to you usually backs off by then, because, honestly, even if she wasn't Silco's daughter, she'd be pretty scary. Since no one made you uncomfortable, she most likely doesn't resort to scaring them on purpose, but her usual behaviour is enough to send most people running.

“Hey, come on, sugar, pay attention to me instead. Why're you talking to that guy, anyway? I don't even know who that is. Ah, well, anyway — let's get going, darl. There's this new food place that I want to try out.”

EKKO denies that he has ever gotten jealous — he thinks it's childish and petty. Still, he can't help the way his body tenses visibly and his eyes narrow when you cheerfully talk to one of the newest Firelight members, oblivious to how obviously the guy is flirting with you.

He really tries not to let his jealousy show, but he's soon standing next to you with an arm around your waist. His grip is a little firmer than it needs to be, though, of course, never to the point of it being uncomfortable for you — Ekko simply wants to be close to you to subtly show you're his.

“You almost done here, babe? There's something I still wanted to show you. What? Don't ask me what it is, it's, well, a surprise. We talked about it this morning, remember? Come on, let's go.”

MEL tilts her head to the side in a playful manner as she stands next to you — and to one of your closest friends, who had been hitting on you for some time now. You're painfully oblivious, which is why she decides to take matters into her own hands.

She doesn't outright confront your friend — that'd just be rude —, but doesn't leave again, either; she's part of your conversation now, whether you want that to be the case or not. Mel can, occasionally, be a little mean, which is why you should've expected the rude little jabs she makes at your friend's expense. Mel isn't even jealous, she just enjoys messing with people.

“Oh? This must be the friend you mentioned before, dear. How very—, uh, interesting. Oh, no, it's nothing, really; you simply described them as 'funny' in your stories. That doesn't seem to be quite accurate.”

When CAITLYN notices the way one of her Enforcer colleagues flirts with you, she can't stop the feeling of jealousy from churning in her stomach. Despite knowing that it's immature, she's not above being a little petty, her mood sour.

She eventually realises, though, that she's being childish and sighs before apologising to you. Caitlyn isn't insecure about your relationship or your love to her — it was simply a bit of her temper shining through.

“Ah, surprised to see you again so soon. I thought you had, you know, a thing going on over there. You sure you'd not rather spend your time with my colleague? Fine, alright, that was unnecessary. I get it. Sorry, dear. I just—, I don't know, lost my cool a little.”

notes: credits to my dear friend salemi for the Jayce jealousy headcanons bc we talked about how funny a jealous but awfully polite Jayce would be

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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I need some Harry being pulled across y/n's lap and spanked for being a whore on stage

needy for attention

A/n: here 🤲🏻

Warnings: sub/dom relationship, use of cock ring, and spanking.

Word count: just 1.4k

Harry teased her from afar the whole time he was performing, he was very aware of what consequences of throwing it back at Mitch and sticking his tongue out to the crown would bring, but he just didn’t care. He was in the mood to be wrecked, and he was going to get what he wanted.

He left the stage with a boner in his trousers, hard by thinking of what Y/n would do to him, he opened the door to the dressing room, ready to take off his pants, he just didn’t expect to be met by an empty room, since his girlfriend was in the pit watching him moments ago.

With a disappointed expression on his face, he changed from his concert clothes to his normal ones, hoping that she would come in at any moment, but that did not happen. He took his purse with his belongings and left. He found one of the security guys and asked him if he knew where Y/n was, maybe in the bathroom? Maybe she went on a walk through the private area of the arena?

The answer he got was that she decided to go to the tour bus earlier than normal, not wanting to wait for the singer. His brows furrowed to that, worriedness taking over his body. Did a fan say something to her? Maybe she was feeling sick?

He opened the tour bus door, noticing how all the lights were out and Y/n nowhere to be seen, he made his way to the bedroom.

“Harry, is that you?” Y/n asked before the man could get inside.

“Yes, are you ok, why-”

“Take your clothes off before coming in,” Was the only thing she said before appearing in front of him. She was wearing a long t-shirt with no pants, a serious expression on her face. “Stop staring at me, ya wanna act like a slut on stage? Then you’ll be treated as one. Naked, now.”

Harry stared at her in shock, they would use power play most of the time during sex, but her attitude was way more dominant than he was expecting. He looked at her one more time before pulling his pants and shirt off, standing in only his boxers.

She took a step closer to him. “You know why you are going to be punished?” Y/n asked, holding his jaw, making him look at her.

“Because I was a tease during the concert,” He said, taking the last piece of clothing from his body and freeing his cock, it hit his naval, already leaking with pre-cum.

She took his cock in her hands, moving her wrist slowly in up and down movements. “You weren’t a tease, you were a whore, can’t help yourself, can you? So needy for attention, bet you got hard by having all those people screaming for you while you twerk this pretty little ass for them."

Her thumb stroked the cock’s head, catching a small quantity of the wet liquid on the tip of her finger. “Open your mouth.” He did, she laid her thumb on his tongue, waiting for him to suck his own cum, Harry made eye contact with her while his lips wrapped themself around her.

“You gonna listen carefully now,” she said, taking her thumb out and drying it on his cheek. “You're gonna get in the room and put on your cock ring, then you’ll take 15 spankings, maybe that will make you learn that your ass is mine, only mine.”

“Yes, Mrs,” Harry said in a submissive voice, getting inside the room, his heartbeat was irregular, she always put him on edge, always.

Y/n was right behind him, she had cleaned and lubed the ring, it was ready for him to use. He sat on the bed, taking the ring and carefully sliding it until it snuggled to the base of his dick, his balls twitched by the pressure, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he had been waiting for some kind of release the whole day.

A painful moan left his mouth as he grabbed the duvet under him, Y/n watched the whole scene with a smirk on her face. She got closer to him taking one curl that had fallen in front of his eyes and put it behind his ear. “Ready for your punishment? Tell me your safe words.”

The girl loved having him like that, so compliant and passive. The person the whole world was begging to fuck them was wrapped around her finger, if she asked him to be on his knees right now he would without a second thought.

“R-red and yellow, green when I’m feeling completely okay,” his hands were coming to masturbate his dick but Y/n held his wrists before he could do it, which made the man whine, a pout on his face.

“No, the only one touching your dick in me.” She sat on the bed, gesturing for him to bend over on her knees, he quickly did, wanting to get it over with. His body made a comfortable pressure on her legs, his body temperature was very warm, probably from the way she was provoking him since he got to the tour bus, plus, he was always high on adrenaline after each show.

“You know the rules: use your save word whenever you need and don’t squirm around, or else you get 3 more, got it?” She felt the inside of her thighs contracting by having him on her mercy, he wasn’t the only one getting turned on by power play.

“Yes,” he whined as she rubbed the white skin of his ass. He was holding to her thighs for support, but also for comfort since he enjoyed having some kind of skin contact other than the spanking.

“Gonna start now, count for me.” She hooked her left leg around his foot, keeping Harry in place while she held him by the waist. The sound of the slap filled the room, then another and then another, his butt was already becoming red.

“One, two, three, Mrs.” he cried, writhing on her knees, but trying to stay motionless, considering Y/n always told him it was dangerous for her to spank him in the wrong place if he didn’t stay still.

Four, five, six. Her hand was hurting from the impact, and his butt was as well, she swiftly changed to the other cheek before hearing Harry’s counting. Seven, eight, nine.

“You got such a pretty ass, it’s a shame you want to share it with the world.” ten, eleven. “Every day you tell the crown about how they will be getting your ass, now tell me, pretty boy, who’s the one getting your ass every night?” twelve, thirteen.

“Only you, please, no one else but you.” His ass was burning and his cock throbbing, his balls ready to empty themselves whenever Y/n would allow him. He was in such a vulnerable position, laid on his girlfriend’s knees for being a slut, what made it all more intense was knowing that she was doing it all out of possessiveness. His body wasn’t only his, it also belonged to her too, it was hers to kiss, to pleasure, and to punish.

He felt the last impact on his ass. Fourteen, Fifteen. Her hands were quick to pat the bruised area, massaging her skin. “Doing ok? Want to pause for a bit? Maybe get some water?” She asked gently, pushing the hair from his face so she could look at him.

“No, I want you.” He said, cheeks blushing from the euphoric feeling every punishment session brought to his body.

She laughed mockingly. “Oh, what do you mean you want me? You aren’t cumming today, you were too bratty,” Y/n voice was filled with dismissiveness. “I don’t think you deserve to clímax, you were way too naughty for your own good.”

“B-but I took my punishment, Mrs, please I-I can’t.” He looked at her in disbelief, eyes becoming teary.

“Yes, you can. Now get on out four on the bed, want to play with you,” she said roughly, helping him out of her lap, when she saw the wetness in his eyes she softened a bit. “If you behave tonight I’ll let you cum first thing in the morning, does that sound good?” she asked while cleaning his cheek, sticky with his cry.

“It does, thank you, Mrs.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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The Bitch is Back

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: You run into Ransom’s cunt of an ex again and it goes about as well as expected.

Warnings: explicit language, Ransom looking like a whole snack, fluff, that blonde bitch, Linda being a cunt, extremely abusive language and allusions to past emotional abuse, more angst than I had intended, my undying love for these two idiots, too many feelings

A/N: I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her! Sorry everyone, the angst took over this one and what I had intended to be another fun romp a la Girl Fight turned into a pit of emotion that I couldn’t dig myself out of. I’m gonna go cry.

“Baby, you know we can just go home, right?” Ransom gave you a tired but indulgent smile when he looked at you, tucking his fingers under your chin and tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes while you swallowed thickly.

“No, I’m not gonna give your mother the satisfaction of seeing me duck out of this thing.” You got that stubborn set to your jaw that told him to quit trying to take care of you, because proving to his bitch mother you could actually make it through one of these stupid events without causing some kind of scene was more important than your comfort right now.

You felt bile rise in your throat and swallowed it again. This was fucking ridiculous, you weren’t even on a boat, just the dock. But you still felt like you were going to vomit at any second, watching the motion of the boats rocking on the water making your gut lurch. It almost made you wonder if Linda knew about your stomach’s aversion to being on water when she had insisted on the two of you attending their fucking sailing club’s final regatta.

“Here we go, one scopolamine patch.” You could’ve kissed Anne when she handed it to you, grateful that Ben’s boat was moored in this marina so you didn’t have to spend the rest of this stupid thing constantly swallowing your own vomit. “Why didn’t you bring your own?”

“She said she’d be fine if she didn’t actually go on the boats.” Ransom ignored the glare you shot him when he talked to Anne over your head, rubbing your arm softly when he pulled you closer to him.

“Did I tell you how much I hate that you two get along?” You frowned when Ransom pressed his lips to your hair, slapping the patch on your neck and sighing when you felt your stomach start to settle.

Anne just laughed at you, shaking her head as she sipped on her cocktail and leaned against Ben. The fact that this guy actually treated you like you deserved did a lot to endear him to her, even if he was an asshole sometimes.

You had been worried at first about introducing Anne to Ransom’s idiot friends, no matter how much they had grown on you. But your friend could hold her own, her no nonsense attitude endearing her to the girls as she chewed out Logan for some dumbass comment while Dylan and Chaz just chuckled that now there were two of you.

This was one of the few things that you actually felt out of your element with, since you could not give a single fuck about sailing with your stupid seasickness. But you could tell Ran was enjoying himself, and every fucking time he got near the water he looked so fucking windswept and dreamy so it was well worth the nausea. That was all gone now though, the scopolamine making you feel just the tiniest bit drowsy and pleasantly warm while Ran pulled you tight against his chest as he whistled for his team’s boat between nuzzling himself into your hair with pleased little hums. Even Linda giving you some vicious side eye couldn’t break you out of your good mood, the warmth of Ransom wrapped around you like a balm for your typical nervous energy. Then you heard Jess mutter an “oh shit” and the sound of a bratty, whiny voice broke right through your pleasant haze and made your spine stiffen.

“Rannie?” That fucking blonde bitch would show up to something like this, just to ruin your day. “I thought that was you. Oh, still with your tramp, I see.”

“Sloane.” His grip around you grew almost painfully tight, growling into your neck as he did his best to take deep breaths. “Don’t you have some puppies to skin, or something?”

You grabbed his hand and wound your fingers through his as you felt him tense up, pressing your lips to the inside of his wrist in an attempt to help him calm down. It had been your sincere hope that after you beat the shit out of this cunt you would never have to see her again, but when had you ever been that lucky?

“Aww, Rannie, thought you couldn’t talk without this bitch’s permission.” She looked mildly uncomfortable when you shifted your gaze to her, your eyes narrowing in a warning that she chose to ignore. “Been missing you a whole lot, baby, when’re you gonna stop slumming around?”

“What the fuck do you want, Sloane?” You were chanting over and over in your head that you were not going to fight this cunt, catching Anne starting to square up from the corner of your eye and giving her a small shake of the head to get her to stand down.

“I’m not talking to you, slut.” She must’ve been drunk, you had definitely taught her her lesson last time. “Just because you can give this bastard a good, sloppy fuck doesn’t mean you get to keep him. You don’t know what he really needs, and he’s too fucking stupid to tell you. God, you’re only sticking with him because he’s such a good fuck, right? That’s like, his only redeeming quality, except for the money. And you and your low class pussy don’t even know what to do with such a fine piece of eye candy.”

“Ok, you need to leave, Sloane.” Ransom may have been full of the anxiety he always felt around his ex, but the way your whole body was wound tight like a spring let him know you were ready to get violent. So he pressed a brief, soothing kiss to your hair and moved to guide this drunk bitch away from another beating.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, god, you really are a fucking moron.” Sloane jerked away from him when he tried to guide her away from your group, turning and sneering derisively at him. “Fuck’s sake, Linda was right, she really should have aborted you so we wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid bull shit.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You reached your arm out to grip Ransom’s shoulder on instinct when he recoiled like he had been slapped, pulling him towards you protectively as you stared disbelieving at the people around you. “What the fuck did she just say?”

Sloane was just grinning at you wickedly as she sipped on her drink, like she had never and would never do anything wrong in her life. You almost forgot your promise you’d made to not get yourself kicked out of this event, but then Ran was clutching at your waist and making a choked sound and you turned back to him with concern.

There was no one to hold back Anne though, and she hadn’t made any promises about being on her best behavior. So she handed Ben her purse and punched that bitch right in the jaw.

You just gave a grateful look to your best friend before she bitch slapped that twat, security already starting to rush towards the fight as you guided Ransom towards the parking lot while he tried to regulate his breathing.

“Baby? Hey, Ran, look at me.” You’d never seen him look so completely lost, his eyes glistening with pent up emotion when you finally got him to look at you and you felt your heart break. “Oh honey, can you make it to the car?” He just nodded at you as another strangled sob escaped his throat and every fiber of your being ached to give him some form of comfort. “Ok, gimme the keys.”

He handed them to you and you wound your arm around him to guide him towards the beemer, letting him lean heavily on your shoulder and murmuring soft, soothing noises to him as you tried to think of something you could do for him. You knew that bitch was an abusive piece of work but Ran had been so hesitant to talk about it and you didn’t want to push him about it before he was ready, but if the way he reacted to her barb was any indication of how she treated him you might end up killing that bitch.

Ransom’s breathing seemed even more ragged by the time you reached the beemer, barely giving you a chance to shove the front seat down so the two of you could climb into the back and you could instruct him to stretch out over your lap. Your own throat was starting to get tight when he let out a wretched sob, the fingers of one hand running through his hair while the other smoothed over his chest as you watched his face closely.

“Baby, I need you to breathe for me, ok?” You were trying your best to keep your voice low and even, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to mirror your actions until he was pressing his face to your stomach with a piteous whine once his breathing had regulated slightly. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, Ran, just keep breathing.”

He sighed deeply when you continued murmuring soft words of praise to him, his fingers curling over yours on his chest as he looked up at you and felt the softness of your gaze spread like warmth through his body.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned when you pulled gently on his hair, his voice raspy with the tears he’d managed to swallow.

“No, baby.” You curled over him and brushed your lips over his forehead, trying not to cry when he wrapped his arms around your neck and let out another shaky breath. “You don’t apologize, ever, you hear me?”

“I thought I was over this shit.” He buried his face in your neck and breathed deep, your warm scent washing over him and finally making him relax. “I don’t want to put this on you.”

“Listen to me, Ransom.” You pulled back a little so you could gaze into his eyes, resting your forehead against his and maneuvering until you were laying next to him across the backseat. “I don’t know if you really think I’m just with you for the sex or what, but when I say I love you, I fucking mean it. I love all of you, so much, and that means that you can put all of it on me, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fuck, I love you, too.” He whined when you pressed your lips to his gently, drinking you in and pulling you to him as tight as possible when you let him deepen the kiss. “Need you so much.”

“I know, Ransom, I’m here.” You moved your lips up to his cheeks when he finally let his tears start to fall, kissing each one that stained his cheeks as you splayed your body over his while he held you. “My sweet boy, it’s ok. Let go for me, baby.”

He buried his face in your shoulder and did as you asked. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but you could feel the warm wetness of his tears against the bare flesh of your neck while his chest heaved against yours. You cooed soft words of encouragement into his hair as he wept, letting a few of your own tears fall as you felt the tension slowly seep from his body.

Neither of you were sure how long you laid there tangled with each other, but eventually Ransom felt the last of the pain drain out of him until he was sinking against the seat with exhaustion. Having you there with him was like a balm for his soul, the way your eyes moved to search his once you felt him let out a deep sigh making his lips quirk in a small smile. His eyes were brilliantly blue from the tears he had shed, but you could see a glimmer of something hopeful there, and that made you relax. You sighed when he framed your face with his hands and pulled your lips back to his, the kiss chaste but full of emotion that he was too exhausted to vocalize at the moment.

“You ready to go home?” You pressed your hand over his heart when you leaned back a little, glad to feel that it had slowed down to a normal rhythm as he nodded for you. “Ok, you just stay back here and rest, alright? When we get home I’m gonna draw us a nice bath and we’ll just spend the rest of the day vegging.”

“That sounds good.” He watched you climb back into the front seat with a deep breath, squeezing your hand when you let it linger on his chest before letting you pull it away with reluctance.

You peeked at him through the rear view mirror before pulling out, relieved when you watched his eyes drift closed as he sagged into the seat and let his exhaustion take over. It almost hurt you how much you loved that man, and if you ever saw that cunt who hurt him again, there was a good chance you were going to jail for him.

Ransom was still dozing by the time you pulled up to the house, but he roused quickly when he felt you shake him awake. He let you help him out of the car and smiled warmly at you when you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, humming contentedly when you let him bury his face in your hair as you guided him into the house.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek once you were inside and instructed him to go to the en suite while you got some wine, watching him closely as he headed up the stairs before moving to grab a good bottle from the rack. There was a buzzing from your purse and you pulled out your phone, texting Anne that everything was ok and no, you didn’t need her to smash that bitch’s windows in. She was detailing all the ways she was going to fuck that cunt up and making you chuckle when suddenly the last caller ID you expected flashed across your screen.

“Can I help you with something, Linda?” You poured the Syrah into a decanter and moved to grab a couple of glasses, curious why exactly she was calling you.

“Y/N…” she sounded massively uncomfortable but you could not bring yourself to give a single fuck. “I just… I heard what Sloane said and I wanted to make sure Ransom was alright. He wasn’t answering my calls though.”

“Good for him.” You chewed on your lip as you considered what you wanted to say to her. “Was she lying?”

“What?”

“Did you tell your own child you should have aborted him? Or was that abusive cunt you kept forcing down your son’s throat being a lying bitch?”

“I never… I didn’t tell him.” She still sounded like she thought she was in the right, and you might have spit in her face if she was in front of you.

“Oh, but you said it, didn’t you?” You sneered and downed the glass of wine you’d poured when you saw her number pop up. She didn’t deny it, and you quickly moved to pour yourself another glass. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Linda.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You could practically hear her spine straightening over the phone and you rolled your eyes at her. “You don’t know what it was like trying to raise him. Stubborn and spoiled and…”

“Goodbye, Linda. Don’t fucking call either of us again.” You hung up before she could continue, tossing your phone across the counter and draining your glass before grabbing the decanter and glasses before heading upstairs.

“Hey, baby.” He was already soaking when you walked into the steam filled en suite, his head leaning back against the edge of the drop in tub and giving you a lazy grin. “You have trouble picking a wine?”

“No.” You set the decanter and glasses on the tray at the tub’s edge and pinned your hair off your neck before getting undressed and sliding into the water with him. “I had to talk to your mother.”

“Oh, you had to?” He pulled you against his chest and sighed when you tucked your face into his neck.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure she didn’t disturb us for the rest of the weekend.” You took a deep breath when he started trailing his fingers over your spine, the warmth of the water seeping through your body and helping you relax as you sank into him. “You wanna talk about what happened?”

“Later.” His arms wound tightly around you, nuzzling into your hair and breathing in the scent of you that always made him feel like he was home. “Just wanna hold you for now.”

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theneondemonx · 3 years

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MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Can I request a uzui x shy reader where reader is his fourth wife but she feels left out a lot so she distance and avoid Tengen and her co-wives. When reader comes home one day she surprised to find uzui home by himself because he was meant to be out with the others and she was going to try avoid him again but as he wants an answer to why shes acting the way she is and turns into a smut in the end? :>

Did I get carried away with this? Maybe. Could I have written more? Absolutely. But I have to practice self-control.

‘i want to be part of your constellation’ / Uzui T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, Tengen’s fat tiddies

words: 2,492

Sometimes, being a Pillar’s wife is hard. They’re constantly away, fighting battles and saving lives; there’s always that lingering chance that they may never come back. It’s a dangerous life, but a respectful one nonetheless.

This is what drew you to Tengen in the first place – despite his brash, asshole attitude, he’s selfless. It was during an attack at your parents’ farm when you first met him; appearing like a night in shining armor, he rescued you from a bloodhungry demon, his movements powerful yet graceful all at once. As a thank you, your parents offered your hand in marriage to the handsome stranger. Surprisingly, Tengen agreed, but it wasn’t like you were going to deny marrying someone of his status and exquisite looks.

However, you didn’t know about the other women in Tengen’s life. As you quickly found out, he had three other wives, all of who he met while in the shinobi forces. Of course, you weren’t a fighter like them, nor did you have that close relationship from sharing the same background. No, you were the docile one of the group, the one meant to take care of the home while the others went to fight demons and the like.

Even two years later, things haven’t changed. You love Tengen, and the other girls are basically your best friends, but the chasm separating you from them couldn’t be more evident. Sure, you’re part of the “family,” but it doesn’t necessarily feel like it. You’re the quiet one, the one that keeps to themselves, the one who’s in charge of a happy homelife. And so you distance yourself from everyone else, stick to the sidelines while they’re out saving the world.

Granted, you’re used to this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. If only you’d been a shinobi or a slayer, things would be different. You’d know what the life is like, the feel of a blade as it passes through a demon’s neck. But no, you’re always stuck with carrying a pouch of wisteria on your body to keep yourself safe. At this point, you don’t whether Tengen makes you keep it because he wants you to be safe or because he views it as his obligation.

With a sigh, you turn towards the sky, the endless blue a clear difference to your bitter gray mood. The tote hanging from your shoulder is heavy with fruits and vegetables from the market, but you’re excited with the possibilities of all the tasty meals you could create. Even though you can’t fight to save others, you can feed them; you also know for a fact that you’re the best cook among you co-wives.

When you return home, you slip off your setta and pause, listening to the familiar silence. Like usual, the others are away, most likely fighting off some lowly criminal or preparing for a battle against a demon. Either way, it seems like you’re going to be spending the majority of the day by yourself. It’s sad that this is what life has come to; when you first married Tengen, you were hoping for more excitement, not lonely thoughts. You don’t want to come off desperate, though, so you continue to remain to yourself. At the end of the day, it’s not that big of a deal – that’s just life.

Wandering towards the kitchen, you become caught up in these thoughts, these negative feelings. You don’t want to make yourself cry – you really don’t – but your heart is saying otherwise. All you want is to belong. You want to mean something to this family, not be the impromptu mother waiting for her rambunctious children to come home. You become so lost in your head that you fail to see him standing in the kitchen, lips wrapped around a ceramic cup.

Coming to sudden stop at the threshold, your attention jumps back to the present. Tengen merely sends you an amused look over the rim of his cup before he knocks his head back and empties its contents. Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be with the others? He said he wasn’t going to home for a while! Did something happen? Are the others okay? Why-?

“You’ve got that dumb look on your face again,” Tengen teases. “Stop thinking so much.”

Huffing, you step into the kitchen, drawing the tote off your shoulder and setting it down. “You surprised me, that’s all. I thought you were busy.”

“What, am I not allowed in my own home? That’s kind of cruel, don’t you think?” The smirk he flashes you sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“I never said that,” you hastily respond. Your eyes scan over his Corps uniform. You’re quickly finding yourself feel bad for taking up his time when he’s bound to be busy; Pillars have the toughest jobs of them all, and every single moment is precious. “You’re usually never this home early,” you mutter. A sigh slips through your lips. “…I should… uh, I need to do laundry.” You despise how pathetic you sound, but the knowing look in Tengen’s eyes is making your nerves go haywire.

Stepping away, you prepare yourself to leave, but Tengen moves way too fast for your eye to catch. Before you’re out the door, his hand is around your wrist, spinning your around and tugging him towards his chest. You yelp as you collide with solid muscle; wrapping his meaty arms around you, Tengen holds you close, his nose buried in your hair.

“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you moping around more than usual,” he mutters. Pressed to him like this, you can hear his heart thumping steadily in his chest. “It’s not flamboyant of me to ignore what’s bothering you.”

“Tengen-“

“Let me finish,” he interrupts, but his voice is soft. “I want you to be honest with me. Are you lonely?”

At that, your heart drops to your stomach. You haven’t been that obvious, have you? Jaw falling agape, you’re desperate for words, to tell him no, you’re fine, but nothing wants to come out. Tengen releases a sorrowful sigh and pulls away just enough so that you two are looking eye-to-eye. He’s always been huge, standing tall and broad; in moments like these, the sheer size of him is more than intimidating. His biceps alone could crack a watermelon.

“Idiot,” he mumbles. Your face scrunches up when he flicks your forehead. “I shouldn’t have to confront you about something like this.”

You pout up at him. “It’s just… I’m not like you guys,” you confess. “I can’t fight, I can’t defend myself… All I’m good at is being a homemaker.” You drop your gaze to his chest. Now that you’re finally getting everything off your chest, all the pent of thoughts and feelings begin to gush out. “I feel like an outsider most of the time. You and the other girls are always running around together and doing amazing things. All I do is sit around and do chores. I can’t…” Biting your lip, you squeeze your eyes shut. Now is not the time to be crying. If you want things to change, you have to remain strong, not burst into tears.

A hand cups your face, then, lifting your head so that you’re forced to look at Tengen. “Be quiet. So what if you’re not a fighter? That doesn’t make you any less flamboyant.” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “You’re the one I can rely on to be here when I need someone. You always get this dumb smile on your face whenever I come home from a mission.” Dropping his head down, he presses his forehead to yours. “I know you’re safe here… Do you have any idea how scared I would be if you were out in the field with us? You’re important to me, baby. When I’m not here, you’re on my mind constantly.”

Your heartbeat quickens. You can’t deny the genuine glint in his dazzling eyes, the slight curl to his lips.

“In fact,” Tengen continues, pulling away entirely. In a swift movement, his large hands are clutching your thighs, raising you up and swinging you around; you let out a surprised squeak as he places you on the table and presses his large body between your legs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve always been so soft, so sweet…” His warm breath fans over your face, making you swallow thickly. “And you’re so small. I’ve got to keep someone like you under protection, don’t you think?”

Before you really have the chance to say anything, Tengen swoops in, his mouth seeking out yours. He’s always been such a bold kisser, sweeping his tongue into your mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. He tastes like wine, so rich and delectable, and his tongue is so warm, so inviting. Your head is spinning, your breaths leaving in short gasps. His hands are all over you; gripping your hair, trailing down your back, sneaking underneath your yukata-

A groan bursts from your throat as he fondles your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the hardened nipples and pulling them. Tengen curses as he breaks the kiss, the lightest of blushes on his face. He bites his plump lower lip as he shamelessly plays with you, his pupils blown wide. His hips press in close, his groin bumping into yours; he’s already hard, deliciously so, and your mind goes entirely blank. You want nothing more than his cock to slide in, to absolutely tear you apart.

“You feel that, baby?” Tengen husks. “Don’t think your unimportant to me. You’re so fucking sexy, so flamboyant…” His tongue darts out, sweeps over his lips. “Let me make it up to you. You won’t feel lonely anymore, got it?”

Furiously nodding your head, you allow Tengen to yank open your yukata, revealing soft skin. Your eyelids flutter as he places his mouth to the exposed flesh, his lips and tongue equally hot. Chest rising frantically beneath his touch, you grip onto him for support as he kisses your breasts, his tongue dragging across your nipples. You keen as he promptly sucks it into his mouth, his teeth sinking down lightly as his hands unceremoniously rip your underwear from your trembling form.

“Oh, gods, Tengen,” you purr. “Please… Don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream about it,” Tengen drawls. Sinking to his knees, his mouth leaves a wet trail down your body; there’s bound to be marks, you’re sure of it, but you don’t care. His mouth feels way too heavenly yet sinful, the pleasured grunts pouring from his lips pure music to your ears. “Give me a taste…”

You cry out when he licks against your slit. In a fit of desperation, your fingers clutch onto the silvery strands of his hair, accidentally loosening it from its ponytail. Tengen groans into your quivering pussy as you yank at his hair, his name leaving your lips in high-pitched whimpers. Any other time, Tengen would play the part of the ultimate tease, but not now. No, he wants to please you, to have you screaming his name and begging for more.

He eats like a man starved, his mouth just ravishing your cunt; the noises coming from in between your legs is nothing short of sinful, leaves your blood boiling. Your velvety walls clench around his protruding tongue, each curl and flick sending delicious shivers up your spine, down to the tips of your fingers and toes. Tengen’s always been a god with his mouth, and it’s no wonder how he has four wives. You try not to think about the other girls too much; it’s quickly turning into a battle that you’re hopelessly losing, but then Tengen moves to suckle on your clit while his fingers replace his tongue.

A sharp cry rips its way out of your chest. It feels so good. “Ah – Tengen – fuck,” you whine. Hearing the pleasured noises from your beautiful lips spurs him on; redoubling his efforts, Tengen grabs onto your hip as his fingers push in even further, finding your soft spot with pin-point precision. You rapidly come undone around his fingers, your walls clenching around him as your slick gushes out. A breathless moan of his name echoes throughout the room.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” Tengen husks. The deep rasp of his voice has you clenching again; with a chuckle, Tengen removes his hand and stands up.

“I want you,” you coo, “please, Tengen. Fuck me.” Reaching out, you hastily undo the top of his uniform, push the articles of clothing down his shoulders under his torso is completely bare. Tengen’s chest practically rumbles with a purr as you drift your hands over the swell of his pecs, the divots of his abs. “So gorgeous,” you murmur. Tengen starts to chuckle again, but it quickly dwindles into pleasured grunts as you squeeze his pectorals and pinch at his pert nipples.

“Shit,” Tengen hisses. His hips buck forward, the hard outline of his cock brushing against your sopping cunt. In quick, fumbling movements, he undoes his belt and drops his hakama low enough so that his cock pops out. You practically drool at the sight; he’s been going around commando all day, and fuck you wish you knew that earlier.

His bulbous head pushes inside, his cock slowly filling you up. The stretch is delicious; you feel so fucking full, your velvety walls eagerly sucking him in. Clutching onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into the thick cording of muscle, your eyes basically rolling back in your head as Tengen snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding in to the hilt. He pauses for a second, allows you to adjust to his massive size. Once you give him the go ahead, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Your husband in no longer a man, but rather a savage beast. He fucks into you thoroughly, his cock dragging against all your sensitive spots as his cockhead pounds into your cervix. He’s hitting you so deep, stretching you so wide, you’re seeing stars. His lips find your neck while his hands hold you by the ass, keeping you place. You have no choice but to cry out his name, moaning until your throat goes hoarse.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he urges you to lie flat on your back. Like this, he presses his palms against the surface of the table and completely concentrates and fucking you into oblivion. It’s working, rightfully so, for your drooling and babbling his name, your nails scratching down his back and leaving angry red trails.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he purrs. “Show you that you’re really mine. I love you, got it? Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Tears flood your vision – whether they’re from pleasure or the new onslaught of emotion, you don’t know. Either way, you cling onto him tighter. You’re not going anywhere, and Tengen makes sure of it.

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American Pie

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: The Summer heat gets to everyone, including Sheriff Lee Bodecker who is looking to stir up with his favorite girl.

Warnings: 18+ only!!! DubCon (!!!), Dark themes, age gap (reader is early 20s), infidelity, alcohol abuse, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, spanking.

A/N: I didn’t expect to finish this in one night, but I did! I may have missed a few things to include in the warnings but I believe I got all the major ones. Enjoy!

Hot weather makes people feel more rowdy, like they can do anything just because the temperature is rising and the sun is out for longer. When the number of troublemakers at the bar goes up, so does the number of visits from the police.

Someone was always anonymously calling the police because someone at Tecumseh Lounge was stirring up some shit. They rarely came and when they did they did nothing. The deputy they dispatched would just write down a few things in a notepad and leave. No one ever truly got in trouble and that's because the Sheriff is rumored to be "in'' with the owner.

The rumors are true but the nice ladies and gentlemen from the nicer parts of the county will never see it for themselves. Tecumseh is rough, and nasty. There were more vices here than just alcohol, and most of it was done under the table.

Y/n was crazy to take this job as a bartender at Tecumseh. She didn't know that a hidden prospective for the job was fucking the patrons. One of the other girls working here did it, and so did Sandy despite her brother being the sheriff. Y/n was not interested in the advances pressed on her by the men. They were either married or been fucking "ladies of the night" for years and probably have something. No one who frequented a place like Tecumseh wasn't someone Y/n wanted to go home with. Yet she let Sandy's brother talk to her in any kind of way.

For someone who was the sheriff, Lee Bodecker was here a lot and it wasn't because the drinks were good. Sometimes his sister served him while he interrogated her about her husband Carl. Y/n had seen Carl a few times and she found him to be sleazy. Poor Sandy was stuck working behind the bar while Carl flirted with a younger girl just a few feet away from her. But Sandy would also take some patrons out to the back and get fucked when her shift ended. It seems like an even deal, but the difference is Carl looks happy doing it and Sandy always comes back looking a mess, and not in a good way.

Y/n has been applying for a waitressing job closer to her house. She wants out of this place yet whenever she says Tecumseh is her current place of work, her application gets thrown out. Her aunt got her the job and she wished to god that woman never did. She should've gone and worked at someone's farm doing hard labor instead of accepting the offer to work. She was talked to like she was a whore and there was nothing to do about it because her boss did the same thing.

Friday night shifts are the hardest for her. The men drink harder because they don't work weekends. The influence of alcohol made them relentless when talking to Y/n. They made what they believed were compliments about her body and proclaimed how they wanted to fuck her. She just had to press a smile because the more they found her fuckable the more they tipped her. The low-cut top she wore was not coincidental. While she didn't fuck patrons for 20 dollars, she did put out for their attention.

Not even 30 minutes before her shift and a fight breaks out. She has to call the police because the fight between two men turned into a fight of three, four, and then five. No one looked interested in breaking up the fight, just watching with glib smiles and jovial laughs. This was the kind of entertainment they came for, but it was a pain to deal with as a barmaid.

Police sirens and the lights made some patrons, including two of the people involved in the fight, went running out through another exit. Their fears were pointless since it was rare for anyone to get arrested here.

"Alright break it up," Deputy Brooks' voice boomed.

Whenever an officer was called to come down to Tecumseh Lounge, it was only three policemen who showed up: Deputy Brooks, Deputy McConnell, and the sheriff. They must've worked out some kind of deal with her boss because they come in, don't do shit about the reason they were called for, and they never failed to ask for a drink before leaving. Tonight is no different; they just break up the fight and tell the men to leave but they never force perpetrators to leave.

The fight dissipated a few minutes after the deputies showed up and the patrons grumbled because the fun was over. The two deputies looked around the place to give off the appearance of holding authority then they made their way over to the bar.

"One of your coldest beers," Deputy Brooks didn't greet Y/n nor was he polite. He just demanded what he wanted.

"No free drinks." She tries to keep her tone of voice strong. She is not afraid of these two men who only feel powerful because they have a badge on them. Deputy McConnell was only a few years older than her and she remembers when he was a scrawny kid who got picked on even as a senior in high school.

"We just broke up a fight at your fine establishment. The least you can do is give us a beer," Brooks rebuttal.

There was no arguing so Y/n sighed and went to grab two beers for the men so they could just get out of her sight.

"I need two beers. Not just one," McConnell interjected. Y/n didn't like how they drank on the job, especially since they were going to be driving so late at night.

But Y/n obliges just to get them out of her face. She hates the smug look on Deputy Brooks face as he grabs his beer and walks out with the other deputy behind him.

The rest of the night is Jenny's problem because Y/n was clocking out immediately. She smelled like cigarettes and just wanted to wash the layer of sweat off of her body. All the money her boss accrues from shady dealings, he was too cheap to install an air conditioner. People get angry and agitated when it's so hot out. Even at night the air feels sticky and falls just to the low 80s.

She headed out the back to avoid the incoming patrons. She is fair game to some people now that she is single.

Out back she can hear three unmistakable voices. Deputy Brooks and McConnell were standing by their car that was parked right next to the nice, clean sheriff's car. Y/n is not in the mood to deal with the two dickheads and their boss sheriff dickhead, but she knows they are going to say something to her as she walks back.

"Well if it isn't my pretty, pretty Cherry."

Lee Bodecker's voice punctuated the night air, making even the humid atmosphere feel cold.

Y/n stops in her tracks, knowing that she cannot avoid this without causing trouble for herself.

"Don't call me that."

"You sure like the name last week when I had my head between those thighs. 'Lee...oh Lee!" He imitated her voice which made his deputies laugh. Lee has a beer in his hand, reminding Y/n that McConnell asked for two back at the bar. She should've known it was for Lee.

She was embarrassed by him talking about their time together in front of his subordinates. Lee is married and Y/n is turned off by men with gold bands on their ring finger who try to take her home after her shift ends. However they have fucked on multiple occasions, making him the only patron she has given into. He was mean, but authoritative. Y/n couldn't help herself and she sometimes let the sheriff rough her up in the back of his car.

"I'm only messing with you sweetheart. You don't gotta stand there lookin like you saw a ghost."

Y/n feels humiliated but Lee doesn't seem to care. Lee gets off on seeing her squirm, on seeing her be degraded. She's not a whore like the other woman who works here and his sister, but he fucks her like she is. He has something many of the men inside the dingy joint wanted. Y/n isn't easy, which rare for a female Tecumseh worker.

"I'm just wonderin if you seen my Sandy," he made an attempt to change the subject.

"She's your sister Lee."

The truth is Y/n hasn't seen Sandy in a week. She said something about her and Carl taking a trip but she didn't say for how long. Y/n is not too fond of Sandy to pry into her life. She feels bad for her though. She always comes into work with dingy hair and not to mention the amount of weight she has lost which makes her face look gaunt.

"You better address me as ‘sheriff’ girl. You have no manners. You weren't even going to say hello to the men who keep you safe."

Lee did nothing to make her feel safe. He made Y/n feel on edge when he was around but downright euphoric when she was in the throes of passing in the back of his car. He was just using her to get his rocks off and he only went after her because he wanted someone "fresh" for him. He doesn't respect her or care for her.

"Shouldn't you three be patrolling? Looking for crime?"

"Don't catch an attitude, Y/n. It's none of your business what we do. Besides, all the crime is in that building you just came out of."

"You guys never do shit. All you do sheriff is come and collect money from Leroy-"

"Watch your fucking mouth."

Y/n is not sure why she's still here trying to bump heads with him. She will never win, especially when he is the authority around here. No one challenged Lee because they were scared to death of him. He's a shady sheriff but he's feared.

"I'm leaving," Y/n sighed. She tried to walk away but Lee stood up from leaning on his car and grabbed her arm

"Uh-uh," he shook his head at her as the grip on her arm tightened. She looked up at him with fear in her arms and he felt his cock getting hard "You don't get to leave until I tell you too. I think you owe me for last week anyway, cherry."

"Please...just let me go," she tried to plead. She tried to plea to the man who she's been fucking, hoping that his attachment to her would make him be kinder to her.

"You need your ass to be put in place. I thought I did that a few weeks ago when I spanked your ass until you cried, but you're still as defiant as ever. You'll never fucking learn."

Lee dragged her back to his car and bent her over the hood. He placed her arms behind her back and cuffed her. He wasn't going to arrest her but making her believe he was sure was fun to him.

She can see both of the deputies watching her. Her face was planted against the top of his car as he held her down. Lee pulls her dress over her ass and she feels so exposed.

"Those panties look damp to me. What do y'all think?"

Y/n hears the deputies chattering lowly amongst themselves, probably afraid to say something obscene about the woman the sheriff is hooking up with.

"How many men seen you like this before? Who you let fuck you today?"

"No one sheriff."

"That's right. That pussy is mine."

His rough hand caresses her ass. He wants to spank her for talking back to him in front of the two younger officers. She was trying to embarrass him which called for a punishment.

"You better count 'em or I'll start over."

Y/n just groaned in anticipation of the first blow to her ass. She hates how Lee takes his time and she wishes he would just get it over with. Her heart is racing as Lee gets a firm grip on her hair.

"Bad little girls get their asses spanked. Don't think just because you're not peddling your cunt that you're not a whore," he threatened with anger.

Her panties were ripped off with rage and she was truly exposed. The warm, summer breeze ghosted across her cunt but it made her shiver. She can already feel the heaviness of her hand on her ass before it even comes down. The first smack was so loud that it pierced the dark night's air. Her cry was even louder.

"One," she says breathlessly. Her eyes close so she doesn't have to look at the two men staring at her with wide eyes and tents in their pants.

Lee believes pain is the best discipline for a girl like Y/n. He would never do this to his wife, but he also doesn't fuck his wife like he fucks Y/n. She was a tough thing to crack but she rides him into the night until his car is shaking and he's cumming into a condom.

"You can count louder than that, cherry."

He was mocking her only because they had an audience. The belittling and having her body exposed was humiliating. But that first slap of her ass sent all the blood in her body rushing to pussy.

Lee smacked her ass again and again and each time she pathetically sobbed out the number of hits her ass has received so far. Her skin felt hot and it wasn't because of the temperature. She wanted to cry so bad but she kept it. She has never cried in front of Lee and she isn't going to start now; no matter how painful his brutality is.

"Look how fucking wet she is from getting her ass whooped."

Y/n heard the shuffling of the deputies and there was not doubt they were looking at her glistening sex. She felt like she was dripping and she wanted to press her thighs together so bad to hide herself. That would only make things worse for her and the last thing she needs is a harsher punishment.

"Learned your lesson, cherry?"

She nods, her eyes still closed.

"Good girl."

The sound of Lee's belt coming undone makes her stick her ass higher into the air. She's been trained like a dog who wants a treat to behave this way. A sense of shame consumes her as she acts so shamelessly.

"My good little bitch," he coos. He pulls himself out and lines up the head with her wet slit. "I don't have a condom on me sweetheart. I finally get to feel that pussy of yours."

He was lying. He always kept a pack of condoms in the glove compartment of his patrol car because he couldn't bring them into his home. Plus having them in there would always leave him ready to fuck Y/n. He did not like the feeling of condoms but he can't knock her up when next year is an election year. Having a bastard child with a barmaid from Tecumseh would fuck everything up and send his efforts down the drain.

"Lee no! You have to use a condom."

"I don't have to do anything."

She's stupid to think he would listen to her. She is completely powerless and can only operate to his whims.

"Then please pull out...please," she whispers in defeat. The laugh he lets out tells her that she doesn't get a say in this at all.

Lee pushes on her back with one hand and the other is holding onto her hip. He finally sinks into her and he is in paradise.

"You expect me to pull out when your cunt is this warm and tight? No fucking chance darlin'"

He starts to fuck into her, each thrust earning him a pathetic moan. She feels so good wrapped around him and he vows to never wear condoms with her again. She's the tightest thing he's had in years and he has to go slowly to brace himself or else he is gonna cum. This position gave him so much access to her cunt and he pushed in as deep as he could. His bare head was kissing her cervix over and over again. His thighs slapped against her bare ass and the noise reverberated into the night.

The deputies just stood there; eyes wide with shock but lust filling their veins. They never took Lee as a cheater yet he fucked Y/n he knew her body so well.

Tears slip down her face, but they aren't from sadness or anger. She's overwhelmed by the pleasure Lee is giving her that she can almost forget that they have an audience.

Lee lifted her head off of the hood of the car. She could see them in the reflection. She looked a mess while Lee looked like he was in heaven in her bare cunt.

"You wanna tell them how you never had a man in your ass until I fucked you? Begged for it like a whore?"

His voice has some much grit in it and Y/n wondered where this new fire in him came from. Lee was rough with her but never has he pounded into her like she was just a toy. Most would be surprised to know that Lee can be a gentle lover that had a primal urge to be inside of Y/n. She wondered if he was like that with his wife, but according to him she was just a "wet blanket." Y/n does not know whether or not to believe him because it's not uncommon for men to disparage their wives to women they're having sex with on the side.

"Gonna cum Lee," she cried.

He felt her tighten around him and he was about to cum too. He was going to cum inside of her.

"Show 'em how you cum for me. Let 'em see that pretty face of yours."

Lee pounded into her until she was crying out. Her orgasm wrecked her body and the only thing on her mind was Lee and his cock. If she was asked to speak right now it would just be babble. He fucked her stupid and he's not going to stop until he spills inside of her.

A few more hard, rough thrusts and Y/n feels Lee spill inside of her. She sighs at the blissful sensation. His grip on her loosens, a symptom of the exhaustion that starts to set in. His cock begins to soften inside of her but the two of them are still panting from what they just did.

"Go on. Go home," he slaps her ass one last time just to tease her. His eyes are trained on the sight of his cum oozing out of her and he never wants to look at anything else. But he has a shift to get back to

Y/n reluctantly stands up, her dress falling over her ass to cover her up. She can feel his cum running down her thigh but she's too embarrassed to clean herself up in front of these mean. She accidentally catches Deputy McConnell's eyes before she scurries off to her car. She hears a laugh and then a few more joining in. She's sure Lee is bragging to them about her always being willing to fuck him. She just hopes he doesn't tell them everything they have done together.

Lee had been silent for more than a week now. No calls, no visits to the bar, and even his patrol car hadn't ridden down her street. Y/n felt insecure about his absence; like he thought she was an easy slut like the rest of the barmaids. He knows she isn't willing to fuck anybody, but she was not sure if he believed her when she said it.

The days moved so slowly as she watched the door hoping he would come in one late night. She even hoped for a fight but suddenly no one had the energy anymore for a melee.

Y/n was working a late shift tonight. She'd cover the bar from 12 until last call. It was her day off but she had to fill in for some girl at the last minute. If it had been the weekend she would've said no, but it's a Tuesday night which means it would be an easy night of minimal work.

Y/n was wiping down glasses not five minutes after she clocked in and she heard the shrill voice of her co-worker Sydney.

"I'm not dealing with him. Last time I tried to cut him off he threatened to arrest me! I don't know where Sandy is but she needs to be the one here to deal with her brother."

Y/n's ears perked up. She didn't notice Lee in the room when she walked in. The room was dim and it was not always easy to make out customers, especially if they were far away.

"What's going on?"

Y/n walked over to where Cindy's voice was coming from and she was talking to their boss Leroy.

"Sheriff is drunk off his ass and I'm supposed to deal with him. My shift ended five minutes ago and once I'm off the clock then anything that happens in this place is none of my concern!" She said with contempt.

"You work for me. You don't get to decide what you will and will not do at my bar!"

As much as Y/n wanted to avoid a tiff between her co-worker and boss, she wanted to talk to Lee even more.

"I'll take care of it."

Leroy didn't care either way. As long as he didn't have to deal with Lee who was pissed off at him about something. Lee often complained that her boss was a "useless fucker." Leroy walked away from the two and Cindy gave Y/n a small smile.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. I'll see you tomorrow Cindy," Y/n called to the blonde who was already peeling out of the place. She doesn't think Cindy likes her all that much but she was at least courteous to Y/n.

The bar was dead enough for Y/n's other co-worker to cover while she went to deal with Lee.

He was at a table in one of the corners of the bar; slumped over in his chair and too intoxicated to speak in complete sentences. There was no way he could properly function or drive home. She had a choice to make whether to leave Lee like this or take him home. She had just gotten to work, but the night was nothing that her co-worker couldn't handle. If Leroy threw a fit and tried to fire her she could just get Lee to threaten him.

He was so heavy as he leaned on her to walk to her car. Y/n loathes this man yet she does so many caring things for him that it makes her stomach hurt. She gets nothing out of this exchange yet she continues to go back with him.

She placed him in the passenger seat of her car and he just mumbled to himself the entire ride to her apartment. She was thankful to be on the first floor because it would be a hazard to try to get Lee to walk up some stairs like this. She helped him sit on her raggedy couch. He looked like he was going to vomit.

"How many drinks did you have?" She began her interrogation on him, but she doubts she will get a coherent answer tonight.

"Just one."

As he spoke he reached into his pocket to show her the "one" bottle that he drank from tonight. A few candy wrappers fell out of his pocket when he pulled the bottle out. They were jolly ranchers wrappers which was the kind she bought to share with him.

"What happened? Why did you get so fucked up? I need to get you home Lee."

Y/n was in panic mode. There was no way she could take Lee home but she didn't know how to deal with him like this. He had been tipsy around her before, sure, but she has never seen him this drunk.

"No, no...don't wanna go back. Just let me sleep it off," he slurred. He haphazardly kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off so he could get comfortable on her couch. He's going to wake up with a sore back if he sleeps on that thing.

"You can't get drunk like this ever again. And you also can't stay the night here ever again. Your wife is going to find out one day

He just groaned and turned away from her on the couch. She just sighed in defeat. She will deal with him in the morning.

She feels the bed around 3 am. She could not sleep after leaving Lee in a state like that on her couch and she has been up ever since. Y/n was so tired but her body was not agreeing with sleep at the moment. Heavy arms wrapped around her as she held her breath.

"You smell so good, Florence. Just like roses."

"Lee, it's me." She waited for him to respond, afraid that he would get upset or angry with her for no good reason. Her ego was a little hurt after he mistook her for his wife.

"I'm just jokin' with you cherry." Even though he was suffering from a hangover, he still has the capacity to tease her.

Y/n turned around to face him but he had his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. She can't deny how handsome he looks, especially with his full cheeks.

"Why did you get that drunk last night?"

"I'm a grown man."

"You weren't acting like it last night. You were like a defiant child," her voice began to rise in volume and Lee winced.

"Don't yell, please. You can be mad at me all you want but please don't yell. I've got a headache that's going to last for days."

"It's what you deserve."

Lee finally opened his eyes just so he could see that pouty look on her face. Y/n called him a defiant child, but she was one to talk. She was always acting like a brat around him.

"You don't mean that girl. If you did, you would've left me at Tecumseh. You care about me."

"Lee-"

"Just admit it. You care."

"Lee, you are married."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

This was the uncomfortable conversation Y/n wanted to have. It was always shot down by Lee. He had no problem fucking her, but talking about where they stand or his cheating was always a problem.

"Cherry, I wish you'd just let things be as they are. Wish you would always be a good girl like you are in the back of my cruiser."

"I don't want to be your mistress Lee. If we keep doing this then we're going to get caught and your wife will leave you. Then what?"

"I'll move you in and put a ringer on your finger. Maybe give you a few kids too," he chuckled.

Y/n couldn't bring herself to find joy in his comments. She has some underlying feelings for him and he's right, she does care. But her conscience can't stop thinking about the fact that he has a wife. The only time she forgets is when his dick is inside of her.

"I'm a whore, remember?"

"Just because I fucked you like one in front of my deputies doesn't mean you are one," his hand rested on her hot cheek and he stroked it with his thumb, "you're my cherry girl. The only person I love being inside of. You act like you hate me but you're always wet for me; I bet you're wet right now. I love what we have and I don't want it to end."

She has no more to say to him. She just sighs and closes her eyes. Lee can practically see the wheels turning in her head. While he saw this as a very simple situation, she viewed it as more complex and always seemed to look for ways to make it complicated for the two to just enjoy it for what it is. Y/n is young and Lee is sure she is not ready to settle down yet. They're just having some fun. And if they do in fact get caught and his wife leaves him, then his cherry would make one hell of a wife.

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