#yes he was just chilling on the floor in his underwear for this entire ass rant

[mystic-wolf]

first time with the boys // aoba johsai

Here's aoba johsais version for you thirsty thots. (Fun fact oikawas first time is based on my first time lmao)

Tooru Oikawa

You're his first.

This man is the king of flirting but boy kept his virginity for someone special. Aka you!!

You'd of been flirting for so long and dancing on the edge of being in a relationship, both of you two scared yo fully commit.

Got drunk at a Halloween party and he eventually just mumbled out how much he likes you and wants to be your pretty boyfriend.

Ofc you said yes.

He'd dressed as a devil with spikey red horns and you as an angel. He looked adorable tbh.

Carried you home on his back and nearly dropped you trying to climb the fence.

Stumbled upstairs smothering each other in kisses and fell onto the bed in a mound of giggles.

You were both still a little tipsy but he'd ask if he could fuck you in your costume cause you look so hot. Of course you said yes and fumbled around in your purse for a condom.

He'd gotten all cocky saying how you'd planned this and couldn't resist him so you just smacked his cheek with the packet before tugging his pants and boxers down.

This man is packing, he knows and he's proud.

Makes a joke about how lucky you are to have him before you shove his shoulders down onto the bed and he loses the attitude.

Becomes a whining mess when you slide onto his cock.

His nails scratch at your thighs, the bedsheets, tug through his hair. Anything to try and cope with the immense pleasure.

Cums super early. He's never felt anything like this in his entire life.

Calls you princess when he cums.

He'd eat you out with his cum still inside you, just wanting you to experience the same amount of pleasure he did.

Looks up at you between your legs with those stupid devil horns on and tells you to cum for him.

You two just lie there for nearly an hour kissing and cuddling before finally moving to take a shower and get rid of your dumb costumes.

Hajime Iwaizumi

You've both got experience when you finally sleep together.

Iwa's a little shit and flirts to no end for months until you end up grinding up against him at a nightclub and he loses it.

Has a hard on immediately and you'd just press your ass even harder against him, pretend you're too drunk to realise.

He'd wrap his hand around your throat to pull you flush against his body and mumble how he's gonna destroy you when you get home.

Literally all you think about the entire night until hes pulling you into his apartment and lifting you off your feet to press against the wall.

His hands grab at your ass and he digs his fingers in stupidly hard until you cry out in pain and he fucking laughs against your lips.

Tells you how hard he's gonna fuck you and how you won't be walking straight for a week when he's done with you.

Practically throws you on the bed as he starts to strip and tells you to do the same.

You rip your dress a little trying to unzip it and throw it somewhere across the room.

Iwa slides his knee between your thighs when he kisses you and you can't help but grind down against his muscled thighs. He makes a joke about you getting off just from that.

Replaces his knee with 2 of his fingers and eats up all the noises you make. You moan at how good it is, how talented he is with his fingers.

Iwa loves the praise.

He guides one of your hands to his cock and it looks so dainty because of how big it is.

You get him to full hardness and ask next time this happens if he'll face fuck you.

He's too lost in you wanting a second round to answer and just roughly presses his entire length into you.

You cry out and scratch at his shoulders a little until the hot pain starts to fade and then demand he fuck you into next week.

And this boy delivers.

He puts your ankles on his shoulders, one hand wrapped around your pretty neck as he rails you into the bed sheets.

You feel like he's fucked your brains out because all you can do is lay there cross eyed and mouth open in a constant string of moans.

You're already close but when his thumb starts to rub at your clit you lose it.

You shake against the bed and his body, tongue poking out and eyes fluttering shut as he fucks you through your orgasm.

So full of himself he'd just carry on and say how good he is and how lucky you are to have his cock. And even in your dumbed out state you'd weakly fight back and say he should be thankful he gets to fuck someone so pretty.

You just smirk and tell him to cum for you and by God does that get to him.

Squeezes your throat so tight when he cums and leaves tiny bruises against your skin.

He'd be super apologetic after and ask if you was okay and he'd be floored when you said you wanted him to do it again.

Afterwards you'd just lie in his bed in your underwear sharing a beer with him.

Issei Matsukawa

You both have experience, him moreso than you as he's older.

He'd seen you around college campus and got absolutely infatuated with seeing you everyday and what skirt you'd be wearing.

Got the courage to speak to you one day when you was sat on a bench doing work.

You'd become fast friends and spent a lot of time together and being horny 21 year olds it eventually lead to hooking up.

Brought you back to his dorm and dragged you too his bedroom before you could comment on the horrendous mess.

He hates his dorm mates right now.

He'd push you onto your hands and knees on the bed and nearly rip your thong when he pulls it to the side to stick his tongue against your ass.

You drop your head into the pillows to muffle the surprise.

He'd slip two fingers into your cunt and eat your ass until you're practically screaming for him to stop and just fuck you.

He's a tease and a huge dom though so he'd make you beg for him until he's satisfied.

You'd turn around so you're on your back and spread your legs, pushing your own fingers inside and grabbing one of you boobs through your shirt.

He'd let you have your fun for a moment and then rip your hands away and pin them to the bed.

Calls you a little whore.

He'd pull his shorts and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out and thrust in so hard he pushes you up the bed.

He's so fucking big and he wouldn't give you time to adjust and just fuck you relentless into his mattress.

You'd scratch at his shoulders and back, feeling blood catch under your nails.

He kinda gets off on that.

He makes sure you're super close before he cums so he can time it right. He really wants you to cum when he's spilling into you.

Best orgasm ever.

You'd just be a dead weight on the bed and he'd laugh and joke about you needing to leave before his roommate comes home.

Hes kidding of course and texts him to swerve for the night.

Helps you clean up and lets you pick out a movie on his laptop whilst he orders McDonald's.

You cuddle into his naked chest and share chicken nuggets.

Yutaro Kindaichi

You're his first.

Baby would be so nervous and shy whenever you touch him. He'd always ask if the lights could stay off even when you just gave him a handjob.

Definitely happened when he graduated.

He wanted it to be a special occasion when he said he was still a virgin and that he wanted you to take it.

You have to constantly reassure him and give him complements, sometimes he still feels he isn't good enough for you.

Asks if you can take control and show him what to do.

Please be gentle with him he's super nervous even though he wants it to happen.

You'd slip his jacket off and start kissing his neck and exposed collar bones so softly before stripping him of his shirt.

You spend so long just sat in his lap on the edge of the bed pressed against his chest and kissing him softly before he bites your lip and asks if you'll strip for him.

You try to put on a little show put end up tripping taking your socks off and he's just all giggles and smiles. Makes him feel less nervous too.

Asks you what position you prefer and you just push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He gets the idea.

He's ridiculously sensitive and asks if you can go slow he doesn't bust a nut in 3 seconds.

Touches you all over when you start to slowly move. He squeezes your thighs, your hips your boobs, just anything he can fit in his hands.

Even going slow he'd cum pretty quick, you just feel so good wrapped tight around him.

Tries to cover his face when he cums but you grab his hands before he can so you can see his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead.

He looks like an angel tbh.

You'd finish yourself off because he'd be too spent to even pull out of you let alone move.

He goes all soft and shy again when you clean up and pulls you between his legs so you can cuddle your back against his chest.

Says how much he loves you and kisses the side of your neck.

Kentarou Kyotani

You're each others first.

This boy is so blunt and clumsy he'd just be making out with you on his bed and just ask if you want to have sex.

You say you do and get a little nervous saying it'll be your first time and he's just all chill like yeah me too babes.

Kisses your fears away and slowly strips you of your clothes.

He'd just stop and stare and get lost in how gorgeous your naked body looks spread across his bed.

Kisses down your body and settles between your thighs until you start whining for him to strip too.

He wastes no time in doing that.

Kisses the inside of your thighs and traces his finger across your skin.

He loves when you start whining quietly and ask him to do something.

Saves you the embarrassment of making you say what and slowly runs his tongue across your cunt and runs circles into your hip bones.

Definitely growls against you because the noises you make are going straight to his cock.

He's already half hard and dripping.

He'd tease you a little and whisper dirty things against your ear as he gets himself fully hard to your breath against his cheek.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss as he pushes in.

You bite his lip at the sudden pain and he doesn't start to move until you say so. He's a good boy.

Fucks you so slowly in fear of hurting you because he's pretty big and its your first time.

He sucks bruises into your neck and circles his thumb on your clit until you're writhing underneath him.

Your nails drag down his back and draw blood when you cum with a cry on his name.

That just spurs him on even more as he fucks you through your orgasm saying how amazing you are and how much he loves you before he pulls out and cums onto your chest.

Licks his own cum off your breasts and nips both of your nipples slightly which gets you laughing.

You both fall asleep naked and sticky under the sheets.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #oikawa x reader #iwazumi x reader #kindaichi x reader #kentarou x reader #matsukawa x reader #mine

[hongism]

a little jealousy - c. san 18+

day 14 of kinktober: jealous sex - choi san warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, fingering, jealous sex, sir kink, dirty talk, creampie, fwb au, a lil bit of ~possessive san~ aka that fic where 'yeah we aren't anything but i'm still jealous' wc: 1.8k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

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“I don’t understand why you’re so upset!” You exclaim as you bring your arms up to your chest. It’s a defensive mechanism, yes, and San can clearly see that because he knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. Which isn’t fair, first of all, but it’s also infuriating because the look he gives you through the reflection of the bathroom mirror is a knowing one. You wish you could smack it off his face but you don’t have the willpower to do that.

San doesn’t respond, although it’s not like he could even if he wanted to thanks to the toothbrush hanging between his lips. He simply stares back at you, one hand resting on the edge of the sink with the other moving the toothbrush over his teeth. His expression is eerily calm, as though he wasn’t just snapping at you minutes ago.

To put it in perspective, you and San share a unique relationship. That is, you are friends with benefits, emphasis on the benefits part. You are nothing exclusive and mutually decided that it was best just to call it what it is without having any strings attached in the process, which is why you fail to understand the issue in what he’s upset about.

You just got back from a small dinner date. Nothing important or dramatic – it was a shitty date, to say the least – and yet, San was furious when you stepped through the door. One because you had to ignore his first call thanks to the date, and two because of the date itself.

“We aren’t going on another date anyway. And I’m still coming home to you, so what’s the big deal in all this?” You continue your tirade, eager to get all your frustration off your chest before San can respond. He arches a brow at you through the mirror then leans over the sink to spit the toothpaste out. You’re still seething, and knowing San’s temper, he is as well. He’s merely doing a better job at concealing it than you are.

“Because–” San starts, pausing to rinse his mouth out with water “–you didn’t tell me about said date.” He stands up straight again, and now his eyes are practically blazing as he looks at you through the reflection. “That’s the issue.”

“Why do I have to tell you about it? We aren’t dating, San. All we do is fuck around for stress relief, no?” The words are bitter on your tongue, and if you dared to be honest with yourself, you would admit that it isn’t truly what you want. The choice between dating someone else or San would be easy. You don’t want anyone else other than him, but you aren’t even sure that the feeling is mutual.

“We agreed to at least tell each other about any possible dates though,” San argues. “Did we not?”

You realize too little too late that he is, in fact, correct about that matter. But you can’t lie and say that it slipped your mind entirely because you did think about it when he tried calling you during the date. It sparked something ugly in you too: the desire to push your limits as much as possible and see how much bending San could take before he breaks. In short, you wanted to make him jealous, if only to see whether he would show the emotion.

“I asked you a question, princess,” San hums. You glance up at him with wide eyes, finding him standing directly in front of you now. He brings an index finger to your chin and slowly pushes you until you look him in the eye. “Did we not make said agreement?”

“W-We did but–”

“But? But what, baby girl? Did you not ignore my phone call on purpose?”

“I didn’t!”

“You said you were in the bathroom. Why could you not answer then? You weren’t with your date in the bathroom, were you?”

San is seeing through the guise of your plan with far too much ease.

“I… wasn’t, no.”

“So why didn’t you answer the phone?” San edges closer to your face, hot breath wafting over your cheeks, and you subconsciously move further into the touch. “Because you wanted to make me jealous?”

Bingo.

You inhale sharply and try to keep your expression as level and normal as possible so that he doesn’t see through you. It’s too late at this point, but you’re still clinging to the hope that he doesn’t read you that well. San hums and tilts his head from side to side a few times. Then, his touch leaves your face and he steps around you. You think he’s about to leave you there until you see him standing just past your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. He nudges you forward with one finger, and despite his touch being as light as a feather, you hurry to move the way he wants you to. He doesn’t relent until your abdomen hits the edge of the bathroom counter. Then the finger on your back becomes the palm of his hand, and San bends you over the chilled granite.

“Did you want me to think of someone else bending you over like this?” San slips his hands down to your hips. “Touching you and undressing you with their eyes?”

You bite back a whine, teeth sinking deep into your lower lip to hold the sound back. San lets his touch travel lower and lower, snagging the band of your skirt and tugging it over your ass with little resistance. You shiver as more skin is exposed to the cool air. San hums his approval at your reaction. His movements don’t stop until the skirt is down to your ankles, and you don’t wait for him to tell you to step out of it.

“I bet you wanted to make me think that your date was undressing you like this, making you needy and wanton after only a handful of touches.” San brings two fingers over your folds, letting them dig your underwear further against your skin. There’s already a bit of wetness there, something you’re almost ashamed of because it betrays your plan and feelings without you wanting it to. “Hm, looks like I was right.”

“S-San, please,” you whine without shame this time.

“So you did want me to get jealous then, baby girl? And once I did get jealous, you couldn’t resist the taste. Just wanted more and more of it, so you drove the knife further in?”

“San,” you gasp, hips jerking as his fingers slip past your underwear. He leaves a dragging touch on your wet folds and wastes no time in pushing his index finger into your tight hole. He shifts it in you, letting you buck back onto his hand. It’s a desperate attempt to get off, and it is practically impossible to get any pleasure from the action. “Please, please put another finger in!”

“Is that really what you deserve though, princess?” San chides after clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’re lucky that I’m in a giving mood today. All I want is to show you who you belong to.” He catches the band of your underwear and tugs it down to join your skirt on the floor. Then he returns to your fluttering hole and buries two fingers deep inside you. The stretch has you moaning for more, but San doesn’t give you anything more than that yet. He focuses on stretching you open with those two fingers, scissoring them over and over. He effectively avoids your g-spot with each pump of his fingers though. You know why he’s doing it – it’s payback for making him jealous – but that doesn’t keep you from wanting more.

“P-Please fuck me. San, I need you. I need you so badly, please.”

“Well, princess, you’ve got me jealous now. Are you satisfied?”

“San, I need – fuck, I need more,” you beg when he withdraws his finger from your folds.

“Of course you do. You’re such a needy little slut for me, are you not?” San drops a hand to your ass. The sound of skin slapping skin resounds, and you whine at the sensation.

“I-I am, yes.”

“Yes what?” San coos as he leans over your body. You hear the clink of his belt buckle then the sound of his pants falling to the ground.

“Yes, sir!”

“There’s a good baby girl,” San praises. You glance up at him, eyeing the reflection through the mirror. He smirks down at you with a brow arched cockily as he moves closer to your exposed backside. His cock presses between your drenched folds, and he’s quick to find your hole. He eases into you slowly, letting you get used to the larger stretch, but it’s not uncomfortable in the slightest for you. A moan slips past your lips when he bottoms out, the head of his cock penetrating deep inside you.

“You feel so good, sir,” you whine. San huffs a laugh through his nose then reaches down to keep your cheek pressed hard to the granite counter.

“Did you want me to imagine someone else doing this to you? How far did your little game go?” San’s hips rock against your ass, and you can only manage a desperate moan at the sensation of his cock rolling in and out of you. The angle has you seeing stars in mere seconds; something you love about sex with San is the way he knows how to push all your buttons with such little effort. “I don’t think I could hold back if someone else fucked you like this.”

“God, y-yes, I want – shit!” Your thought is cut short quite quickly when San pistons his cock into your tight heat at a faster pace.

“So good for me, princess,” San coos. “Bet you could cum just like this.”

“I’m – I’m gonna, oh god, I’m gonna cum,” you stammer through gasps. San’s pace is brutal but delicious, hitting your sweet spot over and over without relent. Your mind devolves into a jumbled mess of pleasure. Within seconds, the stars in your eyes turn to a hazy fog, and you orgasm with a start, back arching and walls squeezing tight around San’s member. He fucks you through the orgasm. It doesn’t give you even a second to breathe, and the overstimulation of his tip rubbing over your walls causes your moans to become broken whines.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good and tight for me. Gonna – ha, gonna cum in you.” San throws his head back, and a deep groan leaves his lips before he stills inside you. His dick twitches a handful of times, then warmth spreads through your core. He spills hot cum into your heat, filling you to the brim with his seed. It’s all intentional and purposeful on his part, an effort to push that possessive nature a bit further and show you who you truly belong to. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I need to make you jealous more often,” you exhales once you catch your breath.

“I’m not sure you could handle that, baby girl.”

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a/n: im sorry this is rushed asfoijogijiodfg also hi @ppersonna​ please don’t read this iTS SO BAD

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[sunflowersoonyoung]

honeyed | jinho

w.c ↠ 2.5k

pairing↠ jinho x fem! reader

genre/s ↠ smut (light bondage, overstimulation, fem!oral), incubus! jinho, soft dom! jinho, supernatural au!, office au!

description ↠ falling asleep at work leads to an oddly realistic dream about your hot boss Jinho

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, supernatural themes

a/n ↠ wow okay can you tell that jinho is my ptg bias. I seriously thirsted over him in this oneshot. this is one of my favourite smuts I've written here! I wrote it carefully and reread it three times so I'm proud of it :)

tags ↠ @prismwon

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Anxiety washed over you from head to toe, rising with each passing second. You clasped a trembling hand to your chest to feel your heart fluttering against your ribcage.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before pushing open the glass door to work.

The publishing office was bright with mellow, natural lighting, an open room dotted with large desks cluttered with stationary. Some of your coworkers had already arrived and had busied themselves with various tasks - bustling distractedly around the room.

“G-Good morning, everyone!”

You tried to announce your presence as boldly as you could; despite this, barely anyone bothered to even glance in your direction. You swallowed nervously and made a bee-line for your desk.

New to the workforce and fresh from University, acclimatising had been a difficult journey. No one was willing to sacrifice any precious time to help you - or even welcome you, for that matter. You felt utterly ostracised by the team. They had all apparently established their clique, and you were not invited.

The one exception had been the lead editor: Jo Jinho, your boss and the office eye candy.

“Good morning, (F/n).”

As if reading your thoughts, Jinho’s melodic voice drifted over your shoulder. You swallowed, feeling sweat prickle your armpits in response to his presence.

“You look bright today. I hope you’re making good progress on that manuscript.”

You pivoted in your chair to face him, in turn becoming stricken by his gaze. There was something unusual about Jinho, something that had successfully hypnotised many of your coworkers, including yourself.

He was impossible to resist. From his handsome exterior to his pleasant interior, he was genuinely mesmerising - like the sunrise in the morning after a cold night.

“Y-Yes, thank you,” you stammered, forcing a polite smile. Jinho’s smile in response was a thousand watts bright, his creased eyes just as radiant.

He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, interacting with everyone else on the path to his desk. Your nerves melted from your taut muscles, and you breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that Jinho had moved on. Being beneath his attention was too challenging to handle. You withdrew your laptop from your bag and made a start on work for the day.

Unfortunately, your concentration was coming through like a sputtering hose. You were not yet accustomed to working in a room with ten other people and limited silence.

Your attention drifted around the office. You observed conversations, watching as a young girl was scolded; a middle-aged man answered the phone with a frustrated visage.

You could not help but become drawn to Jinho.

He was hovering over someone’s shoulder - Seunghee, you vaguely remembered her name to be. Girls in the editing team tended to ask him for help suspiciously frequently. It was apparent they all simply longed after Jinho’s presence.

Admittedly, it was tempting. In that position, you could feel his breath against your ear.

You quickly became absorbed in observing him. It was not just his pretty features. His expressions were genuine, his explanations clear and concise. Fully believing you were free to admire him, you forgot your surroundings and lost yourself.

Abruptly, Jinho’s gaze shifted from Seunghee’s work to you. It was such a subtle shift that you almost failed to notice it. Electricity shot across your skin upon realisation, heat blossoming from your ears to your cheeks.

Though it was too late, you looked back to your computer screen. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him grinning. That cruel image worsened your embarrassment.

As your mind buzzed with thoughts of Jinho’s grin, you struggled to return your focus to the manuscript as much as you tried. You huffed frustratedly.

“Everything okay, (F/n)?”

You wondered with horror if he intended to make things more difficult. Your humiliation should have been apparent, and yet here he was, standing directly behind you with a hand resting on the back of your chair.

“Y-Yes,” you responded, refusing to tear your eyes from your laptop. You could hear your voice quaking.

His palm settled on your desk, confining you. It was no longer possible to pretend he wasn’t there. His face was far too close for you to deal with.

“Really? Hmm,” He hummed, “There must be some other reason you were staring at me then.”

You could not even begin to imagine how crimson your face was. Was Jinho teasing you? It certainly felt like it.

He snorted faintly, withdrawing. On the edge of your vision, you could see him smiling broadly.

-

After getting very little work done for the rest of the afternoon, you opted to stay behind and work overtime. The manuscript was due tomorrow evening, after all.

The office buzz began to fade, gradually declining till the room was entirely quiet. The only thing disconnecting the silence was the sound of fingers against keyboards.

You decided to take a short break as your fatigue began to increase. Shadows from the night sky crept across the floor. Usually, you liked to be fed and warm at home by this time. Your eyelids were heavy, your thoughts sluggish and tired.

It was only you and Jinho remaining at this stage. You had managed to keep your thoughts away from him until now. He was wrapped up in his work; his face blank with concentration. Sighing, you ignored him and returned to your own business.

The words on your laptop screen began to blend with each passing second. You squinted, blinking rapidly to counter the weariness that was dousing you like warm water. You had never been so tired at work - it was as if you were being dragged down by an invisible force, and nothing you did could stop it. It was a similar sensation to having too much alcohol.

Before you knew it, your head had lulled onto the cold desk, crumpling the papers in front of you.

-

Alarm overwhelmed your thoughts as you lifted your head from your desk.

You could not believe you had fallen asleep at work. Rubbing your eyes, you looked towards Jinho’s desk in panic, hoping to apologise and then flee. Relief washed over you - his chair was empty. Perhaps he had gone home.

Strangely enough, the room was hazy. Instead of its usual white light, it was rose-tinted and clouded. It did not look familiar to you.

“You fell asleep? How cute.”

You blinked, and Jinho seemed to appear directly beside you, seated on the table with one leg crossed over the other. He was admiring you, cupping his cheek whilst wearing an affectionate smile.

It took a moment for you to react; your head was abnormally thick, so your thoughts were slow, but once you realised what was happening, you became flustered.

“Your face tells me everything - your expressions are so honest. It’s adorable.”

Jinho leapt smoothly to his feet, circling you to place his hands on the back of your swivel chair and then rotating you till you were facing him. You could do nothing, frozen with anticipation and unsure what to expect next.

He leant in closely, leaning on the armrests, and you held your breath. His nose was close enough to brush against yours, yet his expression was unchanged - still as sweet as usual.

“Why don’t you let me make you feel good?” He hummed. His gaze was direct, and you swooned inwardly when you finally met it. In contrast to his soft nature, his eyes were hard. You tried to swallow but your throat had gone dry.

“Wh-what if someone sees?” You stammered shyly.

Jinho chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement, “no one will see. I promise.”

He placed his hands on your knees, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed reassuringly. He pushed his hands up your thighs, catching the fabric of your skirt and baring your thighs to the air. You could not look away, dizzyingly mesmerised by him. Your head was getting light and hot.

Finally, Jinho kissed you. It was a shallow, chaste kiss that tasted of vanilla and made you feel as if you were melting into the chair.

You could not split your concentration between the kiss and the way his warm palms rubbed against your thighs. The combination was causing a spike of burning excitement to prickle between your legs.

He parted from you with a soft pop and offered you a hand. You were too flustered and weak-kneed to stand steadily, but it hardly mattered - Jinho did not make you stand for long.

“Let me taste you, gorgeous.”

Jinho was simultaneously gentle and firm as he guided you to his desk, carelessly sweeping it clear. You gasped when he spun you around, essentially folding you over the surface. The varnished wood was cold through the thin fabric of your shirt, momentarily sobering you to reality.

With your ass in the air, he hitched up your skirt to reveal your underpants. You were uneasy about the fact that you could not see what he was doing.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

This was Jinho’s first true order.

The way his voice dropped a few notes sent chills down your spine, goosebumps travelling across your skin. You were trembling as you obeyed, swallowing a nervous squeak when he loosely wrapped fabric around your wrists, tying them together.

“I’m not punishing you, sweet. It’s just some extra fun for you,” Jinho reassured. Admittedly you were both anxious and aroused by his decision to tie you up. It made your heart pound fast against your ribcage.

With you properly restrained, Jinho determined that it was time to begin his ministrations.

His fingers ran up and down your slit through your underwear before hooking the fabric and drawing it aside. You strained against your bonds and arched your back when he made direct contact with your pussy. It was only a subtle touch, and yet pleasure was already rippling across your body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jinho’s voice was dripping with honey, and yet his fingers were cruel. He grazed your clit with his fingertip and then dragged his finger back down between your lips and teased your entrance with slight pressure, and then repeated this process.

He was not entirely giving in to you, and you were becoming so sensitive that tears of desperation were beginning to sting your eyes.

“J-Jinho .... please,” you pleaded, feeling helpless - frantic for more.

“Please, what?” He hummed in response, “Tell me what to do, sweet, and I’ll do it. Use your words.”

Despite being dazed and overwhelmed, you still managed to respond, albeit in a small voice, “I-I want your lips and your fingers.”

“Of course, sweet.”

He pressed his thumb directly to your clitoris, and you gasped, toes curling. He languidly rolled his thumb, observing you whilst cleverly allowing your pleasure to build. Your focus honed in on his touches, no longer paying attention to the noises passing through your lips.

“The more I touch you, the prettier noises you make,” Jinho commented.

Abruptly, he filled you up with his forefinger. Your breath hitched in your throat, hardly expecting him to make that leap.

You cried out when his lips sucked in your clitoris, gradually fucking you with his finger. He eased you into a swift orgasm, pressing fluttering kisses to the backs of your thighs while you trembled.

“Good girl~. One more time?”

Before you could respond, Jinho had added a second finger and was pistoning them inside of you much quicker than earlier. You were incredibly wet thanks to your orgasm, and he seemed to be using that to his advantage.

His tongue teased your swollen clit, and you sobbed, “I-I’m too sensitive!” Seemingly uncaring, Jinho dragged you into a second, far more intense orgasm that had your legs thrashing and drool spilling out onto the desk.

Your ears were ringing, but you could hear Jinho chuckling as he removed himself.

“Was that too much?” He mused, cleaning his fingers with his mouth, “Can you take any more?”

You were still an empty shell, electricity and heat clinging to your skin mingled with a sheen of sweat. His hands smoothed over your ass cheeks, a comforting action that made your heart soften. You twisted around to look at him dazedly.

Jinho was just as gorgeous as ever, though he had lost some of his neatness. The restraint around your wrist was apparently his necktie, which was missing, and he had undone his button-up shirt to reveal a sliver of his flawless chest. He combed his fingers through his hair, gleaming at you proudly.

“The look on your face tells me you want more,” he purred, rolling his hips against your backside. You mewled and rocked backwards, feeling his hard cock straining through his pants. You had never been so delirious, hungry to feel every inch of him.

“Ho~ such an insatiable girl,” Jinho unzipped his pants, sliding the tip of his cock over your slick folds. Even that simple action felt incredible.

“Oh, my God.”

Jinho filled you up, stuffing you in one lazy stroke. You were so full, your pussy throbbing delightfully around him.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, “Jinho-ah, please.” He scoffed in response before giving in to your desires.

The way he fucked you was utterly sadistic in contrast to his sweet nature. He was relentless in the way his hips slammed against yours, no longer offering you any mercy. You were defenceless to him, only able to dig your nails into your palm whilst bracing yourself.

“So tight,” he groaned, hanging his head back in bliss.

He angled his hips upwards, the head of his cock meeting a sweet spot. You started contracting around him, the pleasure in the pit of your belly peaking.

“I’m gonna-,” you managed to slur out before you came hard, so hard that stars speckled behind your clenched eyes. You practically ascended into the ceiling, losing all sense of Jinho’s thrusts and anything else around you.

Ink drowned your vision as you passed out.

-

“(F/n)?”

Your head was weighty as you lifted it, heat throbbing between your legs in response to the vivid dream you had just woken from.

Jinho was peering down at you, his hand warm on your shoulder.

“You should go home if you’re so tired,” he sighed, wearing a concerned expression. You were in shock, simply unable to process that what had just occurred had been entirely in your head. You could still feel his thickness inside you, still feel the intense climax he had given you.

“Are you okay? You look flushed,” Jinho cocked his head, the worry growing on his face. You waved your hand dismissively.

“I-I’m fine. I should go home.”

He hovered nearby as you packed away your laptop, silently observing you. You were ready to leave when he finally broke the silence.

“Let’s do that again,” Jinho suggested innocently, his smile no different from his usual one, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

solider girl ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1382

request?: yes!

“colson and reader in a Halloween party. Colson gets turned on by reader’s costume... smut and fluff please”

description: in which she’s unable to find a more “covering” costume, but her boyfriend isn’t complaining

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

“Goddammit!”

Colson looked towards the bathroom where his girlfriend was preparing for the Halloween party the two of them were going to. “What’s wrong honey?”

(Y/N) came from the bathroom and Colson’s jaw dropped.

The two had decided to do matching costumes, Colson deciding on cool army costumes he had found and ordered online. Colson’s was a regular fit, slightly baggy but nothing too big. (Y/N)’s, however, was anything but regular fit.

It was a one piece with shorts instead of long pants, a very low cut top, and it was very, very tight.

“What the fuck?!” (Y/N) snapped. “I can’t believe this, yours is fine! Why does mine have to be slutty? Just because it’s a woman’s costume?”

Colson’s eyes raked over (Y/N)’s body slowly, taking in every detail of her. He wanted nothing more than to take (Y/N) right then and there and miss the party entirely.

Noticing his distraction, (Y/N) snapped her fingers in front of Colson’s face. “Colson? Babe?”

“Sorry,” Colson said, snapping out of his trance. “I just...I like the costume a lot.”

(Y/N) smirked as she realized what Colson was saying. “Well...if you like it I suppose I could wear it. I do have a good pair of boots I could wear with it.”

(Y/N) made a show of checking herself out, making sure to give Colson a good show. Colson had to shuffle to hide the growing bulge in his pants. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly to herself as she kissed his cheek and went to finish getting ready.

~~~~~~

Colson could not take his eyes off of (Y/N) all night. She kept making sure he had a lot to look at. He could barley keep his hands to himself, not that he was even trying to contain himself.

(Y/N) gasped as Colson squeezed her ass in front of their friends. She hit his chest softly and lowered her voice to said, “Babe! Stop that!”

“It’s your fault that you look this good,” Colson whispered in her ear, his low voice sending chills down her spine.

“Maybe I’ll go cover up then,” she responded.

Colson raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you dare. I like looking at you.”

(Y/N) seductively put the straw for the drink in her mouth and took a mouthful. Colson had to down his own drink to mask the red that was crossing his face. (Y/N) knew far too well how to tease him, and he was sure that he would not make it through this party at the rate she was going.

The night continued on and so did the teasing. (Y/N) felt a small sense of pride in the way she was making Colson feel. She had been pretty bummed over her costume being a “sexy army” costume, but the look on Colson’s face every time he laid his eyes on her made up for everything.

The party was starting to die down and everyone was either leaving or were passing out. (Y/N) was making her way to the bathroom when she felt someone take hold of her arm and drag her the rest of the way there. At first the action startled her, but when she felt the familiar warmth of Colson’s lips on her she relaxed.

Colson’s hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her over her skintight suit. He pushed her away long enough to unzip the costume, slowly down the front as to tease her the way she teased him. When the costume fell to the floor, Colson looked at (Y/N)’s bare body with wide eyes.

“No underwear?” he questioned.

“You would’ve been able to see the lines through the costume,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I thought it’d be better for me this way.”

“It’s certainly better for me,” Colson muttered before touching his lips to hers again.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up onto the bathroom sink. She shivered as her bare ass touched the cold sink, but was soon warmed by the trail of kisses that Colson was leaving. They started at her neck and slowly made their way down to her breasts, where Colson took extra care to kiss and lick around the nipple.

(Y/N)’s head lulled back as his kissing neared her core, the wait becoming long and excruciating as he took his time to kiss over her thighs. When his lips pressed against her clit she gasped before letting out a long moan in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time (Y/N) and Colson had decided to have sex in a public place, and normally they tried their hardest to keep quiet as to not be caught, but they both knew that anyone who was left in the house was either drunk or passed out, so no one would really mind.

Colson licked long, broad strokes against her clit, causing (Y/N) to squirm and writhe in pleasure. Colson had to take hold of her thighs and keep her from slipping off of the counter top.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into the counter as her head lulled backwards. Her entire body felt warm from the mixture of alcohol and pleasure. She gripped Colson’s hair in her fist, trying to stutter out something.

“F-Fuck C-Colson,” she managed through her staggered breathing, gasping as Colson sent another shockwave of pleasure through her.

As she felt the familiar pressure build up in her stomach, Colson pulled away, causing (Y/N) to whimper at the loss of contact. In one swift movement, Colson unzipped his own costume and pulled it down, along with his boxers, leaving him bare as well. He wasted no time in lining himself up with (Y/N)’s entrance and pushing, filling her almost immediately.

(Y/N) let out a moan before pressing her lips against every inch of Colson’s skin that she could reach, the only way she’d be able to even slightly stifle the moans coming from her mouth. Muffled whimpers escaped her lips as Colson began to roughly thrust into her.

He held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and guiding her hips to meet his thrusts. He always knew how to make her feel good, how to hit all the right spots.

“Fuck,” Colson grunted, his lips against her forehead. His body was starting to glisten with sweat, but somehow it made him look 100 times hotter. “God, I’m so close.”

(Y/N)’s lips found their way to Colson’s ear as she whispered, “Cum in me, baby” before nibbling on his earlobe.

With that, Colson was sent over the edge. His hips thrusted one more time before (Y/N) felt the warmth of him filling her. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of her caused her to hit her climax as well. She buried her head in Colson’s shoulder to try and muffle her moans.

The two stayed tangled up together for some time, neither wanting to part from the other. It wasn’t until someone tried to turn the locked doorknob, followed by a pounding on the door and a voice calling, “Hey, anyone in there?” that they forced themselves apart.

“Yeah man, be out in a second!” Colson called as he began to pull his costume back on.

“No rush dude, I’ll go to the other bathroom.”

“That’s lucky,” (Y/N) commented. “I’d die of embarrassment if we had to face someone after what we just did.”

“It’s a house party, it happens,” Colson responded with a shrug. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll have a hard time hiding what we did without any panties on. Unless you’re planning on doing a thorough clean before you walk out of the bathroom.”

His comment confused her for a moment before her eyes widened. “Shit! We are making a fucking beeline for the door. Can I have your coat to wrap around me in the cab?”

Colson smiled and cupped (Y/N)’s face in his hands. He kissed her forehead again before placing a sweeter kiss on her lips. “You look amazing in that costume.”

(Y/N) giggled and kissed him back. “Thank you. I guess I’ll have to keep it for the future now, won’t I?”

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[fading-lace]

how the demons bros would react to you just randomly screaming-

ok i can explain...im in a really hyper, crackhead mood. so dont @ me-

warnings: screaming, scared demons, crack, swearing-

you both were chilling in his office 

complete silence 

lucifer was working on paperwork and you were sitting there, bored.

so bored you decided to do what no one else dared-

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhHhhhHHHh” you literally screamed at the top of your lungs

lucifer jumped and his knees hit his desk as a huge ass stack of papers fell on the floor.

“(Y/N)!!! are you ok??”

“haha, yea im fine”

“...?”

you actually like scared him.

like he thought you were dying or something or that belphie killed you again-

he clicked his tongue and glared at you

“you made my papers fall..”

you looked over to his sTacK of PaPers and frowned

“sorry..”

“your fine, now come help me clean this up”

you and mammon were hanging out in his room 

until you got a amazing idea

you pulled a guitar out of your ass-

no jk jk jk you just grabbed one like a normal person 

mammon was confused, what were you doing??

you sat in front of him and held the guitar like you were going to play it

“mammon, im going to sing a song about how i feel as a human 😌”

“...?? ok...”

you strummed one note and S C R E A M E D

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

dude this man jumped like six feet into the air

you scared him shitless 

he might need new pants and underwear now-

“(Y-Y/N)?? what was that for?!?”

“its the desperate calls of depression, stress, anxiety, and overall being a human for help-”

“wha-”

“go get some new pants...i can smell you-”

“(Y-Y/N)!!! NO YOU CAN’T!! I SMELL FINE!!!”

“you sure? it smells pretty bad-”

his face went so red omg-

“your teasing me”

“nope.”

he didn’t talk to you for a entire month-

both of you were watching anime, a fun thing to do right?

wrong.

both of you were fighting over who was more useless, sakura or ino

“LEVI IM TELLING YOU, SAKURA IS SO UNBELIEVABLY USLESS ITS SAD”

“NO ITS INO, WHAT HAS SHE DONE??

“RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLAKJFLAKFAKHJHJ”

“...”

 levi was speechless 

“what the fuck...”

“what?”

“why?”

“why what?”

“why did you scream”

“...”

“...”

“i dont...know?”

“...”

he simply got up and walked away

“wait!! levi!!!”

you and satan were readings books, what else is new-

you were honestly really tired and didn’t want to read anymore 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

satan jumped and looked at you

“is there something wrong?”

“....no-”

“then why did you scream”

“the same exact reason why you scream at lucifer”

“...”

he looked at you and closed his book.

“alright, what do you wanna do?”

“....”

he sighed and walked over to you

“what. do you. wanna. do.” he asked again

“...hehe-”

he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose

“fuck?”

“fuck.”

you were getting pissed off at asmo

“you look so beautiful!! but not as beautiful as me of course!!”

“i mean look at me (Y/N)!! im so beautiful!!”

 “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he flinched and looked at you with the most concerned face

“whats the matter?”

“the matter is your narcissistic ass”

he gasped and looked at you with a offended face 

“how dare you call me narcissistic!!”

“how dare you call me the truth”

“what that your beautiful”

“no, that im ugly and nasty”

“...”

“you now im half-joking right?”

“...”

“asmo”

“...human humor is weird-”

“your the one to talk-”

you walkedto beels room and S L A M M ED open the door and S C R E A M E D

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

beel flinched and looked at you with a worried face

“whats wrong?”

“WHATS WRONG IS THAT YOU ATE ALL OF MY CHIPS”

“n-no i didn’t”

“YES YOU DID”

“ok fine...maybe i did, i was hungry ok?”

“YOU FUCKING SEALED UP THE EMPTY BAG”

“I FELT BAD OK?”

“THATS NO EXCUSE!!!”

“YES IT IS”

“I WAS H U N G R Y”

“WELL I WAS TOO!!!”

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“RAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

belphie was sleeping and you were PISSED at lucifer 

you needed to just...scream

so you found a empty bottle and screamed into it

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

belphie woke up casually and yawned 

“pisses off again?”

“yea, lucifer is making me angry...so im bottling up all my screams into this bottle”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you screamed again before quickly closing the bottle 

“its fine everything is ok-”

“can i join in?

“find a bottle and yea”

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he straight up just screamed into his pillow

“i do this everyday, i dont need a bottle-”

“o-ok..”

A/N: i started getting anxious and rushed to finish this, so it may be to short or just trash-

#obey me #crack fic #lucifer #mammon #leviathan headcanons #satan #asmo #beel #belphie #obey me x reader #demon brothers

[slashssunglasses]

SLASH X FEM~READER

A/N hi! i wrote this a whileeee ago on wattpad and i thought i’d bring it here, sorry if it’s not good it is an earlier imagine of mine but i hope you enjoy! 🥰

"Come on babe, we're gonna be late," Slash, your boyfriend, yells as he comes down the hallway and into your room.

"Do we really have to go?" you groan sliding your boots on, "yes y/n, I wanna meet your family," he sighs, grabbing your wrists. You and Slash had recently started dating after months of fooling around. You realized no one could give you what he gave you, your infatuation with each other grew stronger and stronger each day, you didn't mind the backlash from the public from dating such a player, you knew that he'd never hurt you like that, hes never been like this with another girl before. Hopelessly in love.

"I'm happy if you don't though," you pout, "why? I wanna go. I want to meet your relatives, y/n. I want our relationship to exist outside of tours and concerts and press," Slash groans setting his head on your shoulder, "we could always have fun here," you tease him through his pants and he hitches his breath.

"Don't start with me, we're going. I don't understand why you don't want me to," he pulls your hand away, "ugh, because! They don't like me and they're not gonna like you. They think we're psycho druggies who cheat on each other, I don't want them to judge you to your face, you know I have no chill," you explain fixing the collar of his shirt.

"Look at you, all unbuttoned and sexy," you bite your lip sliding your hand down his chest that's being exposed through the halfway unbuttoned shirt, "well, we are junkies, you are a psycho, but it's the 90's, who isn't? They'll love me," he smiles pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Whatever," you roll your eyes as he drags you out of your apartment.

---------

You're sitting in the passenger seat, your leather skirt fitting you tightly. You look over at your man and he's driving with one hand, bicep flexed as he bops his head to the music. Just the sheer sight of him makes you wet. Suddenly, he drops his hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Just the little sparks you feel turn you on more. You decide to toy with him, bringing his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss on the back of his hand. He smiles at you sweetly, obviously un-prepared for what you're about to do next. You release his hand grabbing his fingers and sliding them far deep into your mouth. He darts his eyes towards you as he begins to undress you with his eyes.

Smirking, you lift you leg up, hiking ur skirt all the way up. His mouth opens slightly as u place his hand on top of your underwear, "you just look so sexy," you whine and he bites his lip, jolting his head back to the road when the cars behind you start beeping.

Keeping his eyes on the road, his hand pulls your underwear to the side, sliding a finger up your slit. You let out a soft moan, throwing your head back, "mm, yes," you whimper as he starts rubbing small circles on your clit. 

"Someones wet," Slash smirks as his middle finger teases the edges of your dripping hole, "please baby, I want it," you moan and he slides a finger in causing you to arch your back off of the seat.

"God, yes!" you whine as he starts moving in and out, curling it slightly, "fuck, you're so tight," he grunts trying to focus on the road.

Adding another finger, he starts moving in and out ruthlessly causing you to let out slitting moans for him, "you like that?" he growls, swerving slightly.

His words turn you on even more, causing you to clench around him, "fuck yeah," he chuckles rubbing your clit with his thumb. 

"S-Slash, I'm gonna," you whine bucking your hips up.

"Cum for me," he teases a fourth finger, "ahhh!" u scream as it enters you, causing you to cream all over his hand. He slides his fingers out of you chuckling at his dirty hand, "taste yourself, baby," he purrs, sliding a finger in your mouth.

Panting, you suck it clean and he licks the rest of his fingers clean.

"Happy you got your fix, you nymph," he chuckles focusing on the road again. 

"Yes sir," you giggle and he bites his lip, "I still want a taste," you coo, reaching over to unbuckle his pants.

"I love you, but we're gonna crash if you do that," his breath shakes as you pull out his long dick. 

"We're nearly there, I can wait and suck you off in the parking lot," you smirk sliding your hand up and down gently causing him to stiffen up in his seat.

He speeds up into the driveway of your aunts house unbuckling his seat bealt. Grabbing your hair in his hands, he forces himself down your throat. Bobbing your head up and down, your tongue swirls around his shaft as his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Fuck yes, just like that," he throws his head back forcing your head down farther. The sounds of your spit and gags fill the car as you work the rest of his size with your hands.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groans as he cums down your throat. Giggling, you swallow all of him, sucking him completely dry. he slides out of your mouth with a pop and stares at you completely breathless.

"Let's go, shall we?" you smile sliding ur skirt back down. You discretely pull your underwear off and drop them on the car floor.

Panting and disoriented, he follows you out of the car and towards the front door.

You knock, dreading every second of what's about to come. 

"Would you relax?" Slash rubs your shoulder reassuringly, "just think about how they have no idea how good I worked you in that car," he adds lightly biting your ear. You giggle and caress his face as the door opens.

"Oh, hey!" your aunt opens the door putting on a fake smile, "hi," you say awkwardly as you hold Slash's hand walking inside, "so. . . this is him, huh?" she eyes him up and down, "yeah, y/a/n, this is Slash. Slash, this is my aunt, y/a/n," 

"Nice to meet you," he smiles, "Slash? How. . . unique," she smiles bringing you guys to the table where everyone is, "everyone, this is. . . Slash," she says distastefully.

——————-

After a couple hours, Slash seems to be getting along greatly with everyone. You hate to admit it, but it annoys you. You get up from your seat on the couch and go to the dining room to join Slash.

"Maybe you could come show me some fun," you whisper in his ear, "absolutely not," he chuckles, "c'mon, I want you. . . daddy," you purr, discretely palming him under the table. His body jolts and you giggle.

He angrily stands up, causing you to jump back. Grabbing your wrist, he drags you towards the laundry room in the back of the garage. Thankfully, no one notices you've left.

You giggle lightly as he closes the door behind him.

His grip on your wrist gets tighter and your giggle turns into a whimper. He roughly bends you over the washing machine and wraps his hand around your neck. You gasp at his quick, rough actions.

"You think you can be a little slut and get away with it?" he bites your ear and you let out a small whimper, "sorry daddy," you toy with him more.

He roughly lifts your skirt up, gasping lightly at your lack of underwear.

"Look at you, ready for daddy, ready to take him like a good girl," he growls smacking your ass, you gasp, letting out a small whine.

He grips your hips, flipping you around to face him. He lifts you up onto the washing machine, standing in between your legs. He sloppily crashes his lips into yours letting his hands roam around your entire body down to your soaking wet pussy.

Smiling into the kiss, he rubs you earning desperate whimpers. Sliding his fingers in, you gasp loudly and he wraps his other hand around your neck, "sh, you don't wanna get caught now do you?" he pouts as he curls them roughly watching your eyes roll back.

"Huh?" he asks again slamming into you harder, "n-no," you whimper trying not to scream.

"That's what I thought," he smirks bending down. Looking up at you from between your legs, he licks his lips and licks a long stripe up you. Holding your thighs open, he works his tongue all around your pussy. Biting your lip, you try to contain your screams when he takes your clit and sucks on it roughly.

Lapping his tongue against it you find your legs shaking. 

"Mmm," he groans shoving his face farther into you. "I-I'm" you start trying to whisper. Your pleasure is cut short when he pulls his mouth away.

You whimper craving his touch again.

"You gonna take this dick like a good slut?" he pulls your body closer to him, "yes," you say nervously, "yes, who?" he unbuttons his pants, "yes. . . daddy," you say blushing, "look who's shy now," he teases.

Rubbing his tip at your entrance he watches your face as you crave his touch.

"Such a pretty girl," he pouts sliding his thumb across your bottom lip before slamming into you with no warning.

"Mm!" you yell as he stretches you out, "what'd I say? You're not gonna make a sound," he growls adjusting himself inside of you.

You whimper, feeling the tears well up as you try to contain your sounds of pleasure.

He slides out pulling you down and flipping you over again. Wrapping his arm around your waist and using his hand to cover your mouth, you lift your leg on the washer and he slams into you.

He begins sliding in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You moan against his hand as you shake the washer. 

"Fuck, you're taking this cock so well baby," he growls slamming into you over and over.

He slides his hand down and starts furiously rubbing your clit causing your eyes to roll back and your legs to shake. You can't help clenching around him as he shows you no mercy.

"God yes, tighten around me just like that. You act like a little slut, you're gonna get fucked like one. Take it, take it like a good girl, wrap that pussy around this cock."

His dirty talk sends you over the edge once more.

His thrusts begin to get sloppy as he holds you closer to his chest. 

"Right there," you whimper against his hand, tears streaming down your face, "yeah, right there? Who's your daddy?" he growls, "you, you! I'm your little cum slut daddy, please fill me up," you whine as his hand leaves your mouth.

"Fuck!" he groans cumming inside you.

You're both left there a panting mess.

You giggle as you realize what you both just did.

"I love you," he says breathy as he pulls you close, kissing you softly, "was I a good girl?" you pout, "you were being very bad, but I think you learned your lesson," he says pulling your skirt back down over your ass.

You smile, kissing him more feeling his tongue explore your mouth.

After fixing yourselves, you both walk back into the house.

"Where'd you guys go?" your cousin asks as you both enter the living room again.

"Smoke break," Slash lies before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You giggle hearing the conversations happening throughout the night.

"Just wait til we get home," Slash whispers and you blush at the idea of what awaits you at home.

#guns n roses #rocknroll #slash #slash x reader #saul hudson #music

[akistans]

✰yandere txt.

Authors note: i kinda like the whole Yandere txt archetype, so I apologize in advance to anyone who stumbles across this and gets uncomfortable so ill tag it right.

Warnings: Language, yandere themes(click on yandere if u dont know what it means), obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, physical/mental abuse, crazy ass bois, sexual themes on the choi line.

And also another thing, this doesn’t represent txt in any way and is pure fiction from my crazy mind🤠

I also don’t support abusive relationships, please seek help if you or a loved one are in that situation.

✰Choi Yeonjun.

The beauty is the beast.

Yeonjun likes pretty things.

And you happen to be the prettiest thing he’s ever layed eyes on. So it didn’t take long for him to become entranced. You never met him personally but you know he’s the university heartthrob, so it was a surprise when he asked you out on a date out of the blue. You said yes because “what could go wrong?”

He was so nice, sweet and caring, you honestly were falling for him...until he insisted you come back to his house. That’s where you drew the line, you assumed that this date was a ploy to get in your pants so you wanted to end the conversation and became easily annoyed.

But What you didn’t know though was that was the last day you would ever see the world. Yeonjun was a step ahead of you and kidnapped you. No matter how much you tried getting out of his grip, he was too strong.

“Heh, all you had to do was say yes and this wouldn’t have happened. Y/n i thought you were going to be a good girl for me, but i guess your just a brat who needs their master to discipline them, hm?”

Say goodbye to ur humanity✌️

✰Choi Soobin.

When curiosity becomes obsession

Soobin had always been bullied in school and you were the only one to show him any type of compassion. Although you were very popular in school, you never resorted to bullying or harassing others like your friends.

Soobin grew curious about you, his curiosity soon became obession. You started noticing a strange aura around you, as if you were being watched.You would hear the snap of camera from time to time. And when you turned around to see whos there, no one would be present.

You started to notice this at home, you feared undressing and taking showers until your mother got angry at you. You closed every window and curtain in your house and yet you still could feel those chilling eyes on you. Not to mention, some of your underwear had gone missing. Eventually, you stopped leaving home all together, which to your dismay, still felt strange.

You were becoming paranoid, and others saw this as well. Your family looked ks at you as a freak, your once friends bully you, and no one even looks your way. Except for one person. It took some courage, but Soobin finally decided to ask you out. And when you said yes he was surprised, you were so broken you didn’t care.

“R-really? Y/n i love you so much...” he pulls you in for a hug. “I promise i’m not like everyone else, i’ll love you no matter what. All we need is each other, my sweet Y/n.” That was the day when the stalking stopped, and when you gave your life to the hand of Choi soobin.

✰Huening Kai.

Innocent eyes masks a playful sadist.

Kai being the new transfer student really had everyone whipped for him. Many admired him, many hated him, Some wanted to be him. But you, you just didn’t care. He was cute, sure, but you were focused on your studies, besides he was too young for you anyways.

Kai felt intrigued, he’d never met somene like you who could resist his charms. That was the first. So he decided to play a game, he befriended you, and gained your trust, which you blindly gave away. He was so innocent that you couldn’t just be flat out rude to him.

He decided to take his game to the next level by asking you out on a date, but you rejected him...not part of the plan. He cornered you in the hallway, no more innocent ningning for you.

“You think you can just reject me like that? Baby, people want to be with me, not the other way around. You’re so cute when your trembling, are you scared? Good, now be a good girl and hold hands with your boyfriend.”

✰Choi Beomgyu.

Hide your true feelings.

Beomgyu absolutely hated you, he hated that you made him feel this way. So he bullied you, tore down every wall you had. He liked you better in this state, submissive and at his mercy. With a snap of his fingers you would come running to his side like a puppy.

He made sure to humiliate you so no one would look your way, he’d sit you on his lap or use you as a footrest. And if anyone did, then kyu would beat them up and make you watch. He had no remorse for you whatsoever, and there was no one who could help you, not even your family. And if you ever back talked then expect the same punishment, a punch to the face.

But one day you had enough, Kyu had slapped you infront of everyone and you couldn’t help but cry on the floor. Your sobs could be heard from the whole entire cafeteria. For once, he actually felt bad for you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you outside, though this was the rarest sight you ever seen, i hope you didn’t expect him to show you that side.

“Tsk. Could you be any more pathetic? Stupid people like you are always so dependent, you can’t even function right. But don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure your in good hands.”

✰Kang Taehyun.

My one and only.

You two have been crushing hella hard on each other for a while, so when he asked you out, you had to blink twice just in case you were dreaming. Your crush, Kang Taehyun asked you?

At first, the relationship was fine, Taehyun was a very loving boyfriend, and he was so nice to you, he would always bring you flowers and other gifts, he was always so protective over you, perhaps too protective.

You were just chatting with a male friend, and he up and punched the huy to the ground and kept beating on him. You tried your best to pull him off of your bloodied friend. But he wouldn’t let off. You were sobbing Taehyuns name for him to let your friend go.

“See what you did jackass? Not only are you dirtying my hand but you’re also making my girl cry! What filth! Don’t worry Y/n! No one like this will ever bother you again!” And with those words, you were never seen again.

✰authors note: So yeah, this is like my second time writing yandere type stuff, so let me know how you guys like it.

#yandere txt #yandere kpop #kpop #txt #txt scenarios

[kingsuckjin]

I understand if you're to busy but I have this idea: playing with Jungkook's dick and balls like a door knocker or something.

Hey thanks for the request anon, I hate it! 😀

I wrote this just for you and lost a little of my soul in the process! Enjoy!

Hunger-jjk

- Pairing: jungkook x reader

- Genre: ftl, crack

- Warnings: fingering (f receiving), blowjob, slightly jealous/slightly dom/possessive kook, biting, scratching, rough sex,unprotected sex, kooks got a biiiiig dick, tattooed kook being an idiot at the end. It’s all kind of cracky tbh and I never want to reread this again but I hope you enjoy!

- Synopsis: You didn’t go into this friend dinner thinking you were going to be doing anything but making lobster… until you accidentally grab his entire crotch.

- Words: 4.8k

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“You know when I said just get whatever for our friend dinner I didn’t mean ten pounds of lobster.” You looked at your best friend with your hand on your hip as he unpacked all the lobster, thankfully already dead, onto the kitchen counter.

“I can eat most of it.” He said nonchalantly and honestly you didn’t doubt it. The boy ate as if he were a giant at all times despite his tiny waist. You knew what all that food went though, it went to make all of those dense rippling muscles that you could never stop staring at.

Your eyes ran over his biceps which looked more meaty than all the lobster in the bag combined. His slightly translucent white shirt clung tightly around his muscles, threatening to break free. To make matters worse, he was wearing sweatpants, gray sweatpants, and from the looks of it no underwear. You could vaguely make out the large size and shape of everything that was going on inside of them and man did it look appetizing to you.

You needed to get it together, this man has been your best friend since third grade. Wide eyed, happy, kind and innocent Jungkook. You instantly felt bad. You hadn’t had a friend dinner like this together since university when all you could afford was to combine whatever you had, which was mostly combining Ramen, into a pot in those days.

Jungkook had also just gotten out of a rough relationship and now here you were thirsting after him when this was supposed to make him feel better.

“You’re going to help me cook all of these right?” You asked and watched as he nodded his head like an excited puppy.

“Whatever you need I’ll do it, just say the word. I’m at your service.” He gave you a sweet and pure smile just like the Jungkook you always knew, although his words left a bit of a tickle in your belly.

“Alright then.” You said trying not to look at the tattoos scattered up one of his arms as you walked around him to get into one of the bottom cabinets. “Looks like we’re going to need a big pot to put all of these in.” You commented.

“How big?” He seemed to ask automatically from where he stood behind you. You froze your digging in the cabinet. Was he doing this on purpose or was it just your honey imagination playing tricks on you. “How big of a pot do you need? Do you need help getting it? He reiterated so you brushed it off.

“The biggest one I have and maybe.” You grabbed for the massive metal pot you never used and found it too heavy and clunky to pull out.

“Jungkook-” you reached behind you for his wrist and tugged gently, meaning to drag him down to you but there were two problems. The first problem being, whatever you were grabbing was clothed, and Jungkook wasn’t wearing long sleeves. The second problem was that whatever you were grabbing and tugging lightly at was too soft to be an arm or leg.

The room was silent as you realized and slowly turned around, body part still in hand.

“Oh my God!” You instantly yelled as you released the entirety of his junk from your grasp and stood in panic.

Jungkook looked just as confused but more surprised.

“Oh my God Kook I’m so so sorry!” Your hands shot up to cover your embarrassed face.

It would have been so much different if your hand would’ve accidentally just grazed just junk, or if you would’ve accidentally hit him in them or something but no. No, you full on had a hand full of it all, tugging on it only to release it like a door knocker. You could still feel the shape of everything, he was huge, and somehow that made it even more embarrassing.

“I-uh- just don’t look down.” He stuttered and your stupid body took that as a sign to automatically look down.

“Oh my God you’re hard!” You took a step back as you exclaimed in surprise.

“I told you not to look down!” Jungkook was now too panic stricken as he tried to shield his crotch from your view by grabbing a lobster on the counter and used that to cover himself “and I’m not entirely hard for your information!”

“I didn’t need to know that!” You shouted right back before taking a deep breath. “Okay,” You spoke more calmly now. Just turn around” He immediately did as you asked, too bad his ass was just as hot as the rest of him. “This was awkward, a very weird chain of events and we should never talk about it again.”

“Hm okay but-”

“No, but nothing-” you cut him off only for him to cut you off.

“Why do you seem so flustered though?” He asked with his back still turned to you.

You didn’t expect his question, you didn’t have a good lie or any at all.

“I-I’m not flustered!” You said it too defensively to sound like you meant it.

A now boner free Jungkook turned on his heel to look at you with suspicion. Your face felt more heated under his accusing stare.

“You know it’s not fair, right? He pointed the lobster still in his hand as he spoke.

“What’s not fair? Please put the lobster down Jungkook.” You grimaced at the dead lobster in his hand.

“Fine.” He sighed and set the lobster on the counter with the others and washed his hands, dragging out the wait and confusion for you. “It’s not fair that I don’t get to touch you back.”

Your heart felt like it was now pounding into your throat as you wondered how to say yes without looking desperate as you felt for his touch.

“W-what part of me do you want to touch?” Of course you were nervous, he had the muscles of a god… and now you knew he had the dick of one too.

“Hmmm maybe like a boob or something.” He seemed to think out loud before panicking just a little “I-I won’t though if you don’t want me to or if you feel uncomfortable! I just thought that-”

He stopped talking and started to stare when you took off your t-shirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor.

“You’re really going to let me?” He looked awe stricken from your bra clad chest to your face.

“It’s only fair isn’t it?” You took a deep breath, gathering all of the bravery you could and pulled the straps of your bra down your shoulders and tugged it down your torso to expose your bare breasts to him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your chest, even as he took a step closer to you. His hand raised to your left breast but froze before he touched it.

“Both?” He questioned looking rather nervous. You simply just give him a nod.

His large, cool hands cupped your breasts and just kind of sat there still for a moment. His eyes flickered up to yours before experimentally letting his thumbs run over your hardening nipple.

You let out a small gasp at the way it felt and the chills you got from his thumbs brushing over your nipples only once.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper as you realized how close your faces now drifted together.

“No.” You whispered back to him and your eyes locked together as your lips and bodies gravitated closer to close the distance. Once your lips touched, a spreading and out of control fire seemed to burst through both of you. The timid nervousness exploded into a hungry lust for each other that you didn’t even really realize existed before.

He now kneaded at your breasts roughly as your hands slipped up his shirt, desperately to feel the muscles of his body under your own hands.

You let out a pant into his mouth as he took a sensitive and already hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it between them. Tingles of lustful were shooting through you as your teeth and tongues clashed and gnashed together, fighting to taste and touch more of one another.

The only time the kiss was broken was when he quickly threw off his shirt onto the floor carelessly. That short pause wasn’t nearly enough time for you to catch your breath but it was enough time to catch the way spit from you both and your wild kissing was not only on his lips but around his mouth.

You could hear him panting just for a moment but nearly let out a squeal when he picked you up without warning somehow as if you weighed nothing to him, and set you on the counter before going right back at your mouth with his.

You spread your legs and pulled his body in closer so he stood between them, letting you lead him between them like a lost puppy.

You felt him now hard against your core, urging him to rut into you which he obliged with eager passion.

You couldn’t take too much of the hopeless grinding, you felt like you were being driven insane by the sheer size of him, you wanted to see him fully unclothed, you wanted to *feel* him fucking into you, stretching your pussy open with his chiseled body against yours. You clenched around nothing just thinking about it before your hands moved to tug down his sweatpants, but he stopped you and pulled back.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” Is eyes searched yours as he asked the question.

“Yeah of course I do.” You tilted your head wondering why in the world he thought you might not want to.

“Are- are we going to be friends after?”

“Honestly Jungkook…” you took a deep breath to ready yourself for the words that were about to spill from your mouth. You were so afraid of ruining the moment, afraid of getting a bad reaction from him. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

His eyes instantly looked hurt as you began to panic from your wrong word choice.

“Did I upset you with all of this?”

“No no! I- I want something more with you.” It spilled from your mouth faster than you could chose the right words to say, once it was out you watched his face turn from hurt to shock.

“But- but I understand that you might not feel the same way and you might just want to stay friends and I know you just got out of a rough relationship and-”

Jungkook’s lips slamming hard into yours stopped you mid ramble. When his lips pulled from yours he gave you one more quick kiss before speaking.

“Shut up I want you, I want you too. I have wanted you for a very very long time. So in front of all these lobsters on the counter beside you, I’d like to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came out of your mouth.

“Oh you’re laughing at me now, huh?” He did his best to stop a smile so he looked more serious.

“No I just- the lobster-” you continued to laugh.

“Well you’re not taking this very seriously I see.” He looked more straight faced now so you stopped laughing as he leaned into your ear and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind it.

“Maybe I just need to prove myself to you first?” As he whispered in your ear he took your hand and placed it over his sweatpants on his still hard cock just for a second. “I want you, I *have* wanted you and now I’m going to prove it to you, show you how much I wanted this. And after, you tell me what you want to be. Deal?” His breath on your ear had sent goosebumps all over you and stunned you at the harshness and sureness of his voice.

“Deal” You whispered back not because you weren’t already sure of your answer for him, but because you wanted to play along and see where he was going with this.

“Pants off.” He told you while tugging at them.

You did your best to get your jeans off while still sitting on the counter, thankfully you had an extra set of hands to help you.

You now sat there in front of your tattooed best friend on the counter in just your panties which were starting to soak through.

“You know,” he placed his hands on your knees and ran them slowly up to your thighs “I hated it when you dated Taehyung last summer.”

“Why are you bringing that up? We only dated for like a month.” You pointed out “It was nothing serious.”

He leaned on and placed a soft kiss on your neck as his hands lingered on the tops each of your thighs.

You closed your eyes nearly dismissing what you just said with the feeling of his warm bare chest pressed into yours and his lips on your skin.

“Not the way he talked about it. He would always say you were the fuck of his life… and I wanted to kill him for it.” He pressed another slow kiss to your neck “at first I thought it was because you were my best friend and I was protective over you, but the more stories I heard from him about fucking you until you were screaming the more I realized I was jealous… the more I wondered if maybe,” another small kiss on your skin, this time on your collarbone “just maybe I could not only fuck you better, but love and respect you more.” He now slightly leaned down as he placed a kiss at the top of your breasts before looking up at you through strands of his wavy hair. His lips now moved until they hovered over your nipple “Let’s see if I was right in thinking that.”

He took the hardened nub into his mouth. You gripped the edge of the counter and sucked in a breath of pleasure concentrating on his warm mouth and agile tongue swirling and hardening the nipple even more in his mouth. You however couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth when he bit at it just a little.

His mouth came off of your chest leaving the spit on your nipple to cool as he looked up at you deviously before rising to stand again.

“He also mentioned before that you liked it a little rough, what a coincidence, I do too. He didn’t though, did he?” He raised a brow as a hand trailed back up your thigh, this time the inside of it.

You didn’t know how to respond, you were in awe at your innocent friend turning at the flip of a switch like this and honestly a little mad at Taehyung for talking about your sex life with your shared friends, but maybe this would make up for that.

Jungkook’s tattooed fingers brushed lightly over you now undeniably soaked panties “He wasn’t enough for you so you dumped him, that’s what he said when he was shit talking you right in front of your best friend. Jokes on him though, because I *am* enough.”

He scooted you closer to the edge of the counter to where you were nearly hanging off, you might’ve fallen if it weren’t for his freehand holding your hip as the other made its way into your panties.

He ran a finger lightly over your uncomfortably wet folds before pulling his fingers from your underwear, looking you in the eyes and bringing inked fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. You were so entranced by this action that your jaw fell open slightly. He was so unbelievably hot and your pussy was aching with need so badly for his touch again that it was almost unbearable.

As if answering your silent prayer, he began to roughly tug off your panties.

You brought your feet up onto the sides of the counter and sat back until your head rested against the back splash.

He looked like a hungry wolf as he took in the sight of you unabashedly spread out before him.

His thumb now ghosted around your clit, never touching it as two fingers brushed your entrance “You’re already so wet for me. Let’s see if I can’t also make you scream, with only my fingers.” His fingers sank into you and you finally let out a loud moan at how well and fast they curled into just the right spot inside of you.

“Shouldn’t be too hard from that reaction.” Jungkook teased as your legs already began to shake with the stimulation of his thumb moving on your clit combined with the internal curling movements.

“Oh fuck Jungkook.” You whined, a panting mess even before his fingers sped up.

“Louder.” He barked his command as he applied more pressure to the sensitive spot of nerves inside of you.

“Jungkook! Oh fuck!” You repeated as you were thrown into your orgasm. Your legs slammed shut as you writhed on the counter and came around his still working fingers that got you through your high.

You watched as he served with satisfaction and pulled his fingers out of you leaving you feeling too empty.

“Well that wasn’t so hard.” He commented “come here.” He helped you off of the counter, still a soaking wet mess and you hot onto your knees on the floor in front of his cock still standing tall in his sweatpants.

When he finally pulled down his pants and underwear all in one go, you didn’t even see him kick them off due to the fact you were staring at the size and length of his fully hard cock.

You weren’t sure if it was the longest you had ever seen. or if it’s thickness and veins that ran up the beast was just making it appear bigger than it was. You knew one thing though it had nothing on any of your previous lovers.

He watched you carefully as you wrapped a hand around his cock, and began to slowly stroke him while teasing the tip with kisses.

You noticed that when you ran over the underside he would let out a low moan that drove you crazy and finally took him into your mouth. You knew your jaw would be sore at the end of this because of how open your mouth had to be to take him in, but you didn’t care. Right now you only cared about him and the gutter all sounds you were milking from him with your mouth.

Even with the help of your hand you still couldn’t help but gag a few times on him as you attempted to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. His cock was heavy in your mouth, filling. You imagined just what he could do to your still unsatisfied pussy as you squeezed your legs together, inadvertently making more of a mess spread onto your thighs.

He gripped your hair tightly as he seemed so lost in pleasure pleasure you were giving him, no doubt watching his cock disappear and reappear from your mouth.

“You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.” He tugged harder at the back of your hard before pushing your mouth to take more of his cock. You moaned around him as he used you to fuck himself with.

“I bet your pussy would look even prettier stretched out around me.” His breaths were heating even more ragged and faster and as much as you wanted him to let loose inside of your mouth and feel his cum slide down your throat, he wasn’t going to allow it and you knew it. You knew he was Trying to prove himself to you, maybe even claim you.

He pulled your off of him, lips a swollen spit soaked mess, and pulled you to stand facing against the counter. He pushed your back, chest, and face down onto its cool surface and trailed his hand all the way down your back from behind you.he lifted his hand from your ass only to slam his hand down hard onto the flesh.

You winced but the painful pleasure that shot through you had your ass rutting against his cock.

“Please just fuck me. I’m on the pill just fuck me.” You begged as you felt him rub his tip teasingly at your entrance.

“I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before… it’s kind of fitting that you’re the first I guess.” He seemed to be getting kind of sentimental behind you. You would’ve probably thought it cute had you not been so absolutely desperate for him.

“Fuck me. Please.” You repeated.

“Hmmm you sure?” You could just hear the cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes!”

He slammed into you hard and you felt the sting of your walls suddenly having to stretch around him.

“Ah!” You let out at the slight pain and suddenness.

“Are you okay? You said-” He was still behind you and now worried.

“I’m fine, I’m good.” You said as he stilled to let you adjust to him now. “You can move.”

He pulled out slightly and trusted back into you sort of pathetically.

“Harder.” Upon your command you felt his fingers once again tangle in the back of your hair and pull.

“I call the shots.” His voice came out as almost a growl before his hips slammed into you with force over and over.

You were left with your mouth hanging open in mind blown pleasure as his cock basically speared into you.

He grabbed onto your shoulders to pull you into him harder and faster leaving you whimpering mess.

“So tight.” He groaned over the slapping of flesh as your walls constricted around him. You tried to lift your head and turn to look at him just to catch a glimpse of his face, just to see him fucking you, but his hand was on your head pressing your cheek to the counter, you had nothing to look at but the lobster.

You closed your eyes and savored the ache of him stuffing himself into you as far as he could go, pushing into your cervix, and you began to feel the beginning of an orgasm once again approaching.

“Jungkook, I’m- so close again.” Your pants were chopping up your words, you were so close you could almost feel it already.

His hips stopped and he pulled out of you.

You went to stand up but nearly toppled over now that the counter wasn’t there to hold you up. He took a hold of you but the sides and helped you sit back up on the edge of the counter.

You were face to face with him now, looking at the dark lustful in his eyes and cock in his hand ready to guide himself back into you. You let your hands hold you up behind you and wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling his body closer as he let his cock slide back inside of you with a long groan.

He leaned in closer to you and made a show of his gorgeous face moaning as he let his eyelids fall closed.

“Mmm you feel so good. Do I feel good? Tell me how good I feel.”

Although his thrusts were slow they were still so hard they threatened to knock the breath out of you so all you could do was whine in response.

He leaned in so you were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around your back so that he bared your weight.

“God on tell me I feel good.” He laid a kiss on your jaw “Tell me you love my cock fucking you open, ruining you.”

Your hands went to his shoulders, you needed something to grab at, to sink your nails into.

“You take my big cock so well, don’t you?”

And with that you came unhinged and your head fell back.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good.” He chanted as hips smashed into yours wildly now as you came.

You had no idea what you were even saying, you just rambled all the things your horny brain desired as you came.

“Come inside of me, fuck just please come inside of me.”

“Yeah?” He asked and your reply was another wordless whimper “I will, I will just wait.” He assured you.

After you had come down you were completely hosted into the air and walked over to the dining table where he laid you down flat, all without pulling out of you.

“Together.” He stated “I want to cum together.”

You gave him a nod but at this point you were so sore and sensitive, but you still wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

As he began to trust once again the table knocked into the wall it was against, but Jungkook was quick to catch your attention back by biting your lip and pulling.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum?” He whispered as he pounded into you.

“Please. I’m yours, show me I’m yours.” Your hungry cunt clenched around him harder.

“Fuck yes you’re mine now.” He sucked at the skin of your neck and you knew exactly what he was doing, further proving you belonged to his.

“I’m going to come inside of you,“his voice was low and dark and right in your ear “and later I’m going to do it again and fuck that cum even deeper inside of you. Now cum on my cock.”

Your fingers dig into his skin as legs locked around his torso tightly.

“That’s my girl” He panted “So close.” He reached between you and began rubbing circles at your clit making you cum one more time around him.

He let out an open mouth whine as his swear soaked forehead and hair fell against yours. The feeling of his cum pumping into your hole only made your high last longer.

In just seconds though you were both just one heaving pile of tired flesh on your kitchen table.

“So.” He let his forehead against yours, obviously too worn out to move much. “What’s your answer to the whole be my girlfriend thing?”

“It’s a yes, although you didn’t need to prove yourself to me.” You answered.

“I wasn’t trying to prove myself to you. I had to prove myself worthy to them.” He pointed to the lobsters on the counter across the room with a smile erupting on his face as he raised his head to look at you better.

You glanced over at the rows of lobsters seemingly staring at the both of you and started you to laugh at the sight. “You’re so strange sometimes.”

“Me? You’re the one who grabbed onto my crotch and wouldn’t let go.” He teased before giving you a quick kiss on the lips “I think we’re both weird, that’s why we’re going be a good couple.”

You saw movements out of the corner of your eye and looked over to see one of the lobsters not just moving, but slowly making its way to the edge of the counter making you let out a scream.

“They were supposed to be dead!” Jungkook yelled as he pulled out of you.

“Well it’s not fucking dead!” You yelled back as you stood from the table now in a panic. You scampered further away from the creature that had now fallen from the counter and onto the floor.

“How do I kill it?!” Your naked new boyfriend picked up the crawling monster to your horror.

“Put it down put it down it will pinch you or something! Don’t kill it! We can’t kill it!” You continued your worried screams.

“*don’t* kill it?? No look, it can’t pinch, it has bands on its claws. It can’t hurt anyone, see?” He then proceeded to make it dance as you took in the scene of your naked former best friend turned boyfriend making a lobster dance as his cum dripped down your leg.

“Jungkook please just- just put some pants on.” You said with a sigh.

“What do we do with it If we can’t kill it?” He set the creature back onto the floor while he tugged on some pants “pet?” He suggested.

“NO WE ARE NOT KEEPING IT AS A PET.” You wasted no time in putting your foot down.

“We can put the others in the refrigerator and go release this guy back into the ocean.” He made a new suggestion.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed as you watched the lobster crawl across the floor. “Man, we are weird aren’t we?”

“Yeah but we’ve known that since third grade.” He picked the lobster back up off the floor and seemed to look into its eyes “he’s kind of cute like you.”

“Is it too late to back out of this relationship?” You asked crossing your arms.

“Yes” He pretended to make the lobster speak.

“Good.” You gave your new boyfriend a smile.

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook one shot #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts one shot #bts crack #jungkook crack #smutcentralnet #ksmutclub #btswriterscollective #magicshopnet #dom!jungkook

[alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom]

THE MASTERPIECE: CHAPTER 2/5

Pairing: Modern!IVAR x Reader x Modern!HVITSERK

Warnings: strong language, mentions of torture and the warning that you’ve all been waiting for -> SMUT, unprotected sex, NSFW

Spotify playlist: here (only for those who like latin urban music)

Words: 2682

a/n: This MASTERPIECE was so much fun. It was such an honor to do this with you @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie, you are so talented! Every hour of writing and editing was definitely worth it!

Summary:

Ivar and Hvitserk had always prided themselves in being the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. They had a comfortable life full of everything they wanted: houses, cars, money, and the most beautiful women. And with all of that came the security of always having the upper hand. But what happens when a bewitching girl from Ragnar’s past arrives into their lives claiming his fortune?

1 month later

When the waitress set down the two black coffees on the table, Ivar raised his eyes to study his brother’s face. “Why did you call me here? Are you finally going to tell me what she did? I know it was her you were seeing!”

“What? No! What are you talking about?”

Since Hvitserk stayed in silence, Ivar pressured him. “Brother, I saw Y/N’s underwear in your room, you can’t try to fucking deny it...”

“Oh really? So, explain to me how you know that it’s her underwear, dear brother? I know a lot more than you think. How come you spent the entire night in her home the day after she signed those papers? I didn’t know that your ‘business meeting’ had to be sofucking long and that you were going to get hickeys from it.”

“How do you know about that?” Ivar cleared his parched throat.

“Our chauffeur told me. Or rather I made him tell me.” He grinned wickedly.

When Ivar stared at him blankly, his sibling explained: “My knife needed to be sharpened, and I thought his throat might have been a good place to practice.” Hvitserk said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ivar exhaled annoyed at Hvitserk’s antics. He had a habit of getting the family name in trouble with petty lawsuits. “If he sues us like the last guy that we fired...”

“Relax. He won’t. Start talkin’.”

Ivar hated to be the one showing his cards so soon at the beginning of their conversation. He always liked to have the advantage, letting other people speak first so he could turn their words on them but still, he agreed to go first. “Okay.”

He let the words pour out from his mouth, recounting the first time they’d ever seen her in their lawyer's office and how they followed her back to her house that first night.

“So, we agree on everything that happened until then?”

“Yes.” Ivar concurred.

“And what happened after?” Hvitserk took a sip of his coffee and leaned back.

“Well, I spent the entire day thinking about father and his decision. Just... running through every possible scenario in my head but I still couldn’t understand. By dinner time, I couldn’t handle the frustration anymore so I called the lawyer, fed him some lie and he gave me her number. I reached out to her and she didn’t want to talk to me at first, obviously, but...”

~~·······~~

“Please don’t hang up! Just give me two seconds! It’s me, Ivar!”

“Wrong number. I don’t know anyone by that name. Bye.”

Ivar could only hear the mocking beep of the dead line and he felt incredibly stupid. But he couldn’t just leave it like that so he made his chauffeur drop him off in secret and leave. And there he was again, in front of her house. He knocked on her door and stood some feet away from it in case she came out and slammed it as she’d done on Hvitserk. His knees were shaking.

Why is this girl making me so nervous?

Possibly because he had never been rejected. His money was a guarding shield whenever he wanted to impress a woman and have her forget about his messed-up legs. But now that he’d lost all of it to her, his defenses had been weakened.

Y/N opened the door and she was immediately annoyed by seeing him again.

Suddenly, he forgot what he wanted to say. “I- I’m Ivar.” He stuttered pathetically.

“You?” She raised her eyebrows. “You are Ivar? The one who called me? Have you lost something or what is the matter now?” She really didn’t care for his answer, but she still felt compelled to talk to him. Maybe she could have a bit of fun and toy around with him for a while.

“Can’t you give me five minutes of your time? Please? I need answers.” He bowed his head and dried his sweaty hands on his pants, hoping her eyes wouldn’t notice.

“Five minutes and not a second more!” Y/N took a step to the side and let him in. “Where is your brother? He’s your brother, right?” She walked into the living room and Ivar followed her.

“Yeah... he doesn’t know that I’m here. I wanted to do this alone.”

She ordered him to sit down as she stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed. “So, talk now. Your time is running out.”

Ivar wanted to wait until she sat down too, but she clearly wasn’t going to. The awkwardness only increased by the second so he just jumped straight to business. “My father and I had a very close relationship. I can’t understand why he planned all of this in secret. I mean, the Lothbrok-Sigurdsdottir empire is highly regarded. He was a hard-working man, very appreciated by others... It makes no sense that he would leave all of his belongings to you... I mean, who are you even? You never introduced yourself to us and father never mentioned you.”

Y/N gritted her teeth to try and push down the rage she felt at the mention of Ragnar’s name.

“Well, despite that, I’m sure he loved you,” Y/N said ignoring his question. Still, she was a bit moved by his words. His baby blue eyes seemed honest enough. She walked to her kitchen to serve two glasses of chilled wine and began to be interested in what he was saying. “This is for you, let’s have a drink… I won’t tell anyone that you were here. Promise.” She sat to his side, leaned into his space, and stroked his hand with her thumb. “Can I tell you something?”

Ivar took a sip of the wine, gulping it loudly. “Yeah.”

“You are a very attractive man, Ivar. I feel that we should get to know each other.” She bit her lip and moved closer to him. “See it as a thank you for your trust...” Her fingertips traced the skin on his toned arm.

Ivar blushed like a schoolboy. “I think I should go. My five minutes are over.” He got up and put the glass on the coffee table. “Thank you for your time. Maybe we could see each other again and talk about a compromise. In the meantime, think about it.” He didn’t want to make her angry again. It was strange, the way he felt around her...

“Ivar, wait. I mean it, I want to know you better. Why don’t you stay?”

He’d already reached her dining table on his way to the door when Y/N closed the distance between them effortlessly to squeeze her body against his until she was close enough to catch a whiff of the slight smell of wine that perfumed his breath.

“Then I could tell you everything about me. Isn’t that the reason why you’re here?” She purred with a sultry voice and a devious smile.

Ivar closed his eyes but didn’t dare to kiss her. Instead, he gripped her waist, and her dress creased in his hands.

Without wasting much time, she pinned her lips against his, profiting from his nervousness.

Y/N sat down on the table, her ass crumpling some stray documents but she didn’t care. She hooked her legs around his hips to draw him closer.

“Who are you?” He mumbled confusedly before she hushed him up.

She undid his belt and pulled his pants down as far as necessary to get to his cock.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

“Later.” She grabbed him by his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him roughly.

“I can’t…” He held her hand in place to stop her.

Y/N guided his hands over her breasts, kneading them. “Trust me”. The snaps on her dress made it easy to slide it off.

She noticed Ivar’s passive behavior. “Would you prefer to sit?” She pointed to the sofa giving him a seductive look.

Ivar felt very insecure.

What if I can’t please her? Will she still like me? I’m not like other men... How should I tell her? Or does she know that already?

He nodded shyly and she entwined her fingers with his hand to lead him back to the sofa. He was relieved over the fact that they were alone. No one could ever find out about how pathetically he’d been acting around her.

She crawled on top of him looking deep into his stunning blue eyes, eyeing him hungrily. His lamblike attitude made her shiver and her cunt throbbed. It felt good to have the upper hand. She finally slipped off her dress completely and threw it to the floor.

Ivar gulped when he saw her lusty gaze.

She took off his shirt and ran her palm slowly over his upper body to feel each of his solid muscles twitching for her.

Ivar’s skin turned to gooseflesh and he moaned ever so softly. He followed Y/N’s lazy hand with his gaze.

She reached his shaft and he almost stopped breathing.

He closed his eyes as she dropped her head against his forehead.

She squeezed his semi-hard cock. “I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I saw you standing at the door.” She wrapped her hand around it and stroked him from the base to the tip and back down again. Her tongue brushed over his lip and slipped into his mouth to chase his.

Dear Odin, this girl could kiss.

Her sensitive pussy rubbed against his stiff cock. He had no clue how she’d made him so hard in so little time and smirked when he realized what was going on.

Y/N put her panties aside inconspicuously and placed the tip of his dick in front of her soaking wet entrance, rubbing in quick circles.

Ivar clenched his teeth to prevent himself from moaning again. She tossed her head back, feeling her walls sink around his cock. His gaze was focused on her face.

Ivar was stretching her pussy and a harsh moan escaped her mouth. She had her eyes closed and her whimper made it sound as if he were hurting her, which unsettled him.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Ivar held her hips tightly against his crotch.

“Aren’t we at it already?” She tried to continue but he still held her in place. “You better start touching me instead of talking so much, Ivar.” She hissed against his ear, biting it.

He nodded but didn’t know what to do with his hands. He felt under pressure to please her.

Y/N put her hands on his chest to ground herself. Her hips moved like waves; with every movement his cock sank deeper and deeper. She did it carefully so as not to hurt him and eventually, Ivar loosened up. She pressed her torso against his and her bare tits rubbed against his chest and he grunted a low growl.

Ivar pushed Y/N’s hair away over her shoulder and nibbled on the soft skin of her neck. His lips moved to her collarbone, sinking his teeth deep into it, making sure that the imprints would stay long. His hands caressed her breasts, sliding down her belly, close to her mound but never so close as she wanted.

Y/N heard his hoarse moans and increased the pace, making Ivar forget about his disability and his every insecurity.

He was breathing heavily and his body tensed. His thighs twitched and she knew that he was coming as he let out a guttural moan while he spilled himself inside her. He was too shy to moan her name loudly.

She kept up the rhythm chasing her own release while Ivar’s fingertips sank painfully deep into her waist. She was so close. Y/N’s hands tangled into his long hair pulling his face closer to hers, needing more of his delicious tongue. She could definitely see his appeal.

Ivar’s brisk and urgent kisses triggered her orgasm, making her open her mouth to gasp for air. She opened her eyes, feeling dizzy and pleased.

Ivar’s eyes, in turn, glinted with satisfaction. It had been a long time since somebody had blown him away the way that she had. He’d never met a woman who contradicted him and even rarer still, one that was brave enough to order him around.

“Do you have a towel nearby? I think we made a mess.” He said out of breath, smiling coyly and staring at her perfect breasts.

She took a pillow and covered herself with it. Ivar’s cum ran down her legs as she stood up to look up for the towel and his face flooded with blood with the knowledge that he’d been the culprit.

“Hey, catch it!” She tossed a small towel to him and disappeared into the bathroom.

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“You're staying here tonight.” It was more of a statement than a question. They were sitting on her bed as she ran a comb over the strands of her wet hair.

“Doesn’t it bother you though? I can sleep over there if you want to.” Ivar pointed to the living room. He had never stayed with a woman overnight. It was a rule to keep himself from falling in love with them.

“We fucked less than fifteen minutes ago and then you stared at my tits for another fifteen

minutes-” Y/N exaggerated with a smile, wagging her comb. “-and now you dare to ask me if I mind that you sleep in my bed?” Her good-smelling hair dripped fragrant drops onto his thigh. “Of course, you can. I want to fall asleep in your arms... I want to feel safe, Ivar.”

Her words made him soft inside and awakened his protective instinct. Ivar didn’t notice the wicked glint in her eyes because he was too busy placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

~~·······~~

Ivar was woken up by the smell of coffee. He strolled to the kitchen where the most beautiful woman he’d ever come across was standing. Her blue silk dressing gown matched the color of his eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” She giggled.

“I- I have to go home. Hvitserk is waiting for me. You can imagine that my brothers would not be happy if they find out that I stayed the night here... And even less if they knew what we did.” He gave her a little kiss near her lips, hoping she wouldn’t get mad because he was leaving. “But can we meet again soon?” He took a sip of the hot coffee she offered him.

“Maybe… I’ll call you, ok?”

Ivar put his jacket on and glanced at her one last time; he wanted to memorize every inch of her face.

“Ivar... Thank you for the nice evening yesterday.” She caressed his cheek. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about us.” Her lips twitched upward.

~~·······~~

Y/N’s POV

Dear diary,

For some reason, Ragnar wanted meto be his successor. The same Ragnar who left me behind one day without bothering to think of my feelings. I spent the longest days in my life sad and alone, wishing I could change things. At first, Ragnar treated me like a queen, but then he banished me from his life like a worthless slave.

And now, these two handsome naïve boys will help me carry out my revenge. They are nothing but arrogant rich kids who don't know what hard work and suffering really mean. They don’t deserve his inheritance so I will definitely not share it.

I can’t believe Ivar the Boneless, the ruthless heir of Ragnar, the most terrifying of all brothers, the merciless rough son that everyone always talked about... is actually a tamed puppy.

He was still asleep when I saw the message Hvitserk sent him. Lucky for me, I wrote down his number. It was as if the gods wanted me to meet with him too.

Can’t wait to make him putty on my hands as well.

#ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #vikings #hbovikings #vikings ivar #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk x reader #kattegat #modern ivar #modern hvitserk

[nano--raptor]

A Very Good Read

Pairing: Professor! Charles Blackwood x Reader

Words: 1925

Warnings: Filthy smut! Professor kink, fingering, sex, dirty talk, cursing, the c-word, fucking Charles Blackwood, I mean, he should have a warning on his own.... 

A/N: Charles Blackwood Day!! Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Back to School week, sorry not sorry, but I can’t not write filth for Mr. Blackwood. Er, sorry, Professor Blackwood. Enjoy and thank you for reading!😘

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Swallowing your nerves you knocked on the door, taking a deep breath, and waiting. After a moment the door swung open and you were greeted by Professor Blackwood’s stern face.

“You're late.” 

Without waiting for your reply he turned and walked away, leaving you scrambling in the doorway. You shut the door behind you and hurried over to him, stopping a few feet away while he stood by his desk with his back turned to you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you tried to calm it, taking another deep breath and slowly letting it out. After another beat, you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry Professor, but I’ve brought back the book you lent to me.” Professor Blackwood, Charles, looked over his shoulder at you and slowly turned around. His face was unreadable, his cool, blue-grey eyes boring into yours. You wanted to look away, but you knew it’d be better for you if you didn’t. After a few nerve-wracking moments, the corners of his mouth lifted into something of a smile, though the tone of his voice didn’t quite match.

“Excellent. Did you enjoy it?”

“I thought it was… exquisite.” Charles smiled then, a smug expression, taking pride in you as his student.

“I knew you would enjoy it. Not everyone has the aptitude to understand such literature.”

Charles was your Foreign Language and Literature teacher, his courses were challenging enough on their own, not to mention the fact that he himself was an absolute feast for the eyes and a major distraction. Since the first day he’d walked into the lecture hall you had been thirsting over him. Watching his movements as he walked back and forth in front of the class made your mouth water, and the low timbre of his voice often sent chills through you. It was melodic yet authoritative, and from day one you wanted nothing more than to hear how it sounded growled into your ear. 

Your suspicions that he’d noticed you too were confirmed the first time you’d visited his office; he’d fucked you over the back of the leather couch along the bookcases. He always said you were one of his best students, his assignments were trying, but you excelled at writing, and your highest grades were in his class. You were pretty sure he wasn’t giving you good grades for your extra curricular activities, if anything, he was harder on you for it. Both when grading and when you visited his office.

Charles removed his suit jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, loosening the buttons at his cuffs as he slowly walked towards you. His voice was low and husky already, and the sound of it made your panties hopelessly wet.

“So, what did you learn.”

“Well, I was actually thinking of compiling my thoughts into a paper, if you’d be interested?” Charles hummed, not meeting your gaze, stepping closer still. He stopped close enough that a weaker-willed person would have taken a step backwards, but you knew better than to shy away from him while you were here. He reached out and fingered the edge of the fabric of your sweater, caressing the fibers between his thumb and fingers. The way they moved so nimbly made your mouth feel dry, you’d felt them in your pussy before and now you ached for them again.

“On top of your other assignments?” You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking. After a moment he snapped his gaze to yours, eyes narrowed slightly and you swallowed nervously.

“Yes sir, I’d be happy to.” He took another step towards you and this time you did step backwards, again and again until he had you backed up against his desk. He smirked then, reaching his hand up and brushing a finger surprisingly gently over your jaw.

“Well, if you’re sure you can handle it, then, yes, I would be interested to see.” A smile spread across your own face now and you looked up at him through your lashes. “I assure you, Professor, I can handle it.” You nibbled your lip, hoping he’d cave and touch you, knowing you could handle him and not at all worried about adding another paper to your to-do list. Charles hummed and stepped closer still, until his body was pressed against yours. You whimpered quietly, you could feel all of him, the heat coming off of him, the hardness of his body and of course his now-prominent erection, pressing against you. Charles caged you in, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of you.

“If you’re sure about that, kitten, then I have no reason to doubt you.” The pet name sent a shiver through you, and you reached up, your fingers gently wrapping around his tie. You ran your hand up the length of it, then slowly loosened it at the base of his throat, tugging on it ever so gently. Charles’ mouth was inches from yours, you could feel his breath on your face, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air between you until he was kissing you, and you let yourself melt into him.

One strong, warm hand reached under your sweater and rested at the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and you clutched at the collar of his shirt, gently undoing the top buttons, wanting to get your hands on his skin. Once you got past the top few Charles suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping. He gave you that damned smirk again, undoing his tie completely and gesturing to your clothes.

“Take ‘em off, doll.” You nibbled your lip, the sight of his swollen lips and slightly open, disheveled shirt making you feel hot and needy. You put on a bit of a show for him as you lifted your sweater above your head, stripping it off and dropping it to the floor. Slowly, you undid the button of your jeans, turning slightly, to give Charles a nice view of your ass as you slid your jeans down over your hips and down your legs. Stepping out of them, you stood before him in just your lace bra and panites, and his eyes flashed hungrily as he looked you up and down. “How’d you describe that book again?” You smiled, softly answering him with a breathy voice as he stepped towards you again.

“Exquisite.”

He hummed softly in agreeance, and soon he was grasping your hips, leaning in to nip at the tender skin of your neck. Your gasps filled the air, and once again you lifted your hands to his shirt, undoing the rest of the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders.

Charles growled then, taking your lips in a possessive kiss, tugging on the bottom one, before stepping back and slowly unbuckling his belt. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, pumping it a few times and smirking at the lust in your eyes, captivated by the precum beading of the tip.

“Turn around sweet thing,” he smirked, and you did as you were told, looking back over your shoulder at him as he gripped your hips again, fingering the waistband of your panties. A hand at the small of your back encouraged you to bend over, and kept pressing you down until you laid your cheek against the cool wood of his desk. Then, you felt the hard heat of him against your pussy, feeling how wet you were through your underwear. You whimpered, wanting more, needing his cock against your bare heat, and you wiggled your ass back and forth.

A sharp smack to your ass made you yelp, then Charles was rubbing the sting, his voice a low rumble that you swore made you wetter.

"Quiet."

Breathing out the quietest whimper, you stilled, squeezing your eyes shut as Charles pressed his hard length against your ass. You felt it throb and thought you might lose your mind.

"Professor, please." A quiet plea, and you felt his fingertips around your panties again. Slipping his fingers beneath the band, he dragged them down, agonizingly slow, over your ass and down your legs. He hummed again, placing a kiss on your lower back, trailing his fingers back up your thighs, swiping them right through your soaking folds.

"Oh kitten, so fucking wet for me, just dripping, you're a mess already, aren't you?" You nodded, biting your lip as he easily slid two slender fingers inside you. "Mmm, does that feel good? I bet you'd rather drench my cock wouldn't you?" You felt like you could sob with how badly you wanted him.

"Yes sir, Professor, please, I want your cock so badly." Charles hummed again, slowly dragging his fingers in and out, then pulling them out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. He then dragged his cock through your juices and you wanted to gush all over him the second he pushed into you. Slowly, Charles slid his entire length into your heat, bottoming out and holding for a moment, savoring the feeling. Then he pulled out and slammed back in, nearly punching you into a white hot state of bliss. You cried out and tried to spread your legs wider, wanting him as deep within you as he could go. He folded over you, growling in your ear just like you dreamed about.

"You like that? You like my cock pounding into your pussy like that?" The words sounded absolutely filthy coming out of his usually-very-proper mouth, and you mewled beneath him, angling your hips up to meet his as best you could.

"Yes! I love your cock, I love when you fuck me on your desk," your voice trailed off into a whine, your cries becoming more desperate as he fucked you harder, panting above you. Soon his rhythm started to falter, but his words didn't.

"Are you gonna come all over me, you naughty thing, soak this cock and drip on my floor?" He reached between your legs to brush a finger against your clit and you screamed his name as it quickly pushed you over the edge, flooding his cock and his fingers just like he wanted. With a few more thrusts he followed you, your cries and fluttering around him making him spill his white hot release deep inside your cunt. He collapsed over your back, smacking your ass again, groaning when it made your walls clench again.

The office was silent for a while, save for the sounds of your heavy breathing, both trying to catch your breath. A whimper left your throat as Charles pulled out, immediately feeling your combined juices run down your legs. He chuckled at the sight, stepping away to redress himself. You bent to grab your discarded clothes, sticking your soaked and ruined panties in your purse with a smirk. As you pulled your clothes back on, you turned to face your professor, who was buttoning his shirt and tucking it back into his slacks.

“Well done, as always sweetheart.” He looked satisfied, and as calm and relaxed as ever. Apparently your study breaks were good for both of you. “My pleasure sir.” You licked your lips, still feeling heated and flushed, but the feeling of him still lingering all over you made you shiver.

“Do keep me updated about that paper, I’m very interested to know what you think.” His eyes said more than his words, though lust in them was fading, but you returned his smile, eager for your next visit to his office.

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[etherrealoblivion]

Chapter Eleven: Fantasy

Table of Contents

Fic summary: Owning a bookstore in downtown D.C. came with its fair share of downsides. You never thought that being the target of a serial killer would be one of them. Luckily, a nice FBI agent by the name of Spencer Reid is assigned to watch over you. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1,435

RATING: M

MASTERLIST

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After a bit of obligatory protesting, Spencer gave in and you were now on the sixth round of strip poker.

Turns out the prospect of losing clothes was an excellent distraction because you were now almost tied with the young doctor, him winning three and you, two.

“Getting into dangerous ground, here,” you teased, rearranging the cards in your hand.

Socks had been the first to go and Spencer had just been forced to surrender his cardigan. The rules were simple, you’d play until one of you gave up. . . . or ran out of clothes.

 “Actually, what you’ve devised as a so-called ‘distraction’ could function as motivation to win. If anything, I'm more determined.”

“Says the guy missing both socks,” and you tossed in three chocolates. “Flip ‘em, Doctor.”

He had a flush. Shit. That beat your straight. The only clothing items you still had were your pants, shirt, bra, and underwear. It was big decision time.

“You don’t have to—“

“—I’m the one that wanted to play. I don’t back down.”

You probably shouldn’t have kept drinking. It was getting harder to determine a good idea from a bad one. You unbuttoned your jeans and tossed them across the room toward the laundry basket, Spencer looking pointedly away. This felt like a good one.

“If you admit defeat, we can stop.” It would have sounded cocky if his expression weren’t so soft. He wasn’t challenging you, he was giving you an out.

An out that you were not about to take.

“In your dreams!” you slurred, taking another swig of bourbon, handing the bottle to Spencer. 

He dealt the cards and you played another hand. The poker gods decided to bless you with a full house.

Spencer had two pair.

“Take it off!” you squealed, laughing so hard that you fell backward on the floor.

Surprisingly, he didn’t protest, just giggled goofily and stood up (rather sloppily, intoxication slowly becoming more apparent).

“Now, the cricktical—critical decision: pants or shirt?”

It was hilarious seeing him like this, all timidity and apprehension gone. Just open and vulnerable and having a great time.

“Shirt!” you called up to him from the floor. He looked so tall above you.

“Pants it is!” he declared, trying to pull them down, but falling forward and landing next to you, jeans pooling around his ankles.

There was an instant of eye-contact, both of you terrified that a line had been crossed — you were inches away with your pants off. Then you suppressed a laugh, sending the two of you into a fit of giggles that hurt your sides.

“Ow! Oh god it hurts!” you said through laughter, clutching your stomach.

But Spencer, ever the hero, snapped to attention, looking at you seriously.

“Are you in pain?”

His response only made you laugh harder. After you got your wits back to you, an idea popped into your head.

“Ooh! It’s my turn to pick a game!”

“I don’t know . . . I really think we should go to s—“

“You got to pick two games! It’s my turn.”

“Technically, it was your idea to play strip poker.”

Ignoring him you said, “We’re gonna play truth or dare!”

“How do you play?”

“What?!” you sat up and stared at him, agog. Distracted for a moment by the way he had his arms under his head, displaying the slight bicep there, you quickly recuperated. “It’s a super common game. You never played it like when you were in high school?”

He shook his head. Actually, that made sense.

“Ok, here’s how it works,” and you explained the rules, with some difficulty. He definitely would have picked it up quicker without the effects that the booze was having on his mind. He had trouble focusing and needed you to repeat yourself every so often. He clearly didn’t drink very frequently.

“So I ask you truth or dare?”

“Yes. Um. Dare!”

“I have to come up with one? Can I google?”

“No!”

“Fine, um. I dare you to . . . lick your elbow?”

“Spencer, that's so lame. They’ve gotta be saucy! I’ll go first, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said, a little too quickly.

“Boring. Ok. Um. What’s your biggest sexual fantasy?” The alcohol was definitely getting to you.

“What?!” 

His shocked expression was so adorable you chortled.

“You have to answer! That’s the rules.”

“I don’t know! I don’t really think about . . . that all that much.”

“Sex?”

“Yeah,” he blushed and looked away.

A cute, smart, tall guy who loves the things you do, keeps you safe, and isn’t always thinking about sex. 

“But . . .” he murmured softly.

Your mind raced. Was he going to tell you? No, he wouldn’t. Would he?

“I guess I like the idea of . . . being in control?”

The moment it was said out loud, he yelped and grabbed a pillow, shoving it over his face and whimpering, embarrassed.

Meanwhile, horrible, wonderful thoughts popped up in your head and your gaze wandered down towards his boxers, eyeing the sizeable bump there. Imagining Spencer on top of you, controlling you, long fingers wrapping around your neck, or maybe sliding—

Stop! you told yourself, forcing your eyes shut. You’re drunk and so is he.

Spencer mumbled from under the pillow.

“I can’t hear you.”

He threw off the pillow, a grumpy look on his face.

“I said, truth or dare!”

You smiled, glad that he was getting into the game, despite the embarrassment.

“I’ll follow your lead. Truth. But you have to make it just as risky or more than my question!”

“I can’t ask you something like that! It’s unprofessional.”

It was ironic and you both knew it. Here you were, laying on the floor with him, pants off, drunk off your asses, and talking about sexual fantasies. It couldn’t get any more unprofessional.

Oh, yes it could.

Shut up!

“Ask me!!”

“Fine! Um. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Woah! I was not expecting that!”

“I’m sorry!”

“No, no! I’m impressed actually. It’s just a difficult question.”

“Too many times to choose from?”

“Actually, not enough. The partner’s I’ve had weren’t exactly . . . generous. Sex for me has always been about other people. Not about what I want.”

“So you’ve never . . . ?”

“Not with someone. By myself, sure, no problem. But no one’s really been able to get me to that point.” Or close to it.

You looked at him and were surprised to find him looking at you. The eye-contact was so intense, it went right through you, sending a chill through your body. A good chill.

“Are you cold?”

His voice was rough and deeper than normal, sending another spark through you. Reminding you how he’d talked about wanting to be in control. . .

“A little.”

The temperature had to be close to freezing. And your landlord wasn’t keen on spending a bunch of money on heat, not when the tenants could just ‘buy more blankets’.

“I think we should go to sleep.”

Sparing a glance at the clock, you were surprised to find that it was already 12:47.

“I think you’re right.” But when you tried to stand, you stumbled, tripping over Spencer’s legs and landing on him, straddling his waist, your hands on his chest, your core right above his. . . .

The sudden weight on him must have startled him because his hands were on your hips, holding you steady.

For a moment you stayed still, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him, the alcohol giving you a warm buzzy feeling. You weren’t sure but there was the faint feeling of something pressing up between your legs. Something hard.

Spencer cleared his throat and shifted under you, guiding you off of him as gently as possible, his strong hands lifting up your hips.

You tried not to dwell on the feeling.

“We could just sleep out here?” you offered. The floor in the living room was rather comfortable and there were enough pillows and blankets nearby to warm up.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

So you made up a little nest and laid down next to him. This time, neither of you hesitated to snuggle up together. 

“Does anyone call you Spence?”

“One person does. Though, not as much lately. Why?”

“I’m gonna call you Spence. But only when I feel like it.”

“Okay,” he said softly, sweetly.

You fell asleep almost instantly due to the mix of inebriation and the comforting feeling of Spencer pressed up against you.

Too busy dreaming about what life would be like if you and Spencer were sleeping together in an entirely different sense, you didn’t hear the sound of someone sneaking in through the open window.

~

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Undercover (Supernatural)

Redeemed Circuit 3/4

Summary: The Winchesters owed Rowena a favor for saving their tails on a previous hunt. She needed help hunting down a witch that stole from her. In order to do that, she needed Y/N to slip a truth serum into a sponsor's drink. //SMUT Warning 18+

Characters: Dean x POC! reader, Sam x POC! reader, Rowena x POC! reader, Chris Evans as Damien Datson x POC! reader

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"This is not what I signed up for," you say with a huff. "I'm here to translate the demon tablet, that's it. No undercover work," you add. "I know but wouldn't it be nice to get your eyes away from those screens and slap on some nice smelling perfume?" Rowena suggests with a smile.

"No." Rowena's smile falls and you add, "Why don't you do it? You're fancy and bougie enough for a gala, aren't you?" "I am dearie, but there's a slight problem with me going." "And what's that?" "I lack melanin, sweetheart." You look up to meet Dean's and Sam's gaze. "This is a load of crap, you know that?"

"So is that a yes?" Sam asks with a small, nervous smile. "Oh my God, fine. But I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this." Rowena laughs and grabs your hand. She stands and drags me into the miniscule bathroom of the hotel.

Apparently, I have to attend this Gala and give a particularly rich sponsor, Damien Datson, a truth serum. This guy has connections to very powerful witches, but there's one that stole something important from Rowena.

A crystal of some sort. The Winchesters owe her from help saving them and their loved ones from the other world. Blah, blah, and here we are.

Once she was done with you, you could barely recognize yourself. Your thick, 3b curls were pulled into a throughly braided bun and your make up matched one of a hot villain you would see in the movies. Rowena did a smokey eyes look with glitter on the outer crease of the eye. She topped the entire look with black lipstick and a satin, maroon dress that dips dangerously low into your breasts.

And of course black, sparky pumps because you refused to wear heels. "You guys owe all the ice cream in the world after this." You snarks as you walk out of the bathroom. "Well, how does she look?" "She looks amazing. You did great, Rowena." Sam says. "I know I did,"

Words were trapped in Dean's throat as he stared at you. There were scars littering her body from when he had the Mark of Cain and tortured you go near death. It was a long time ago and there was a huge misunderstanding.

They moved past it now but it still weighs on him. "Oh look, you made Dean speechless." Rowena taunts. You look to him and his gaze fell on your scar on your leg.

"Hey, come on, let's get this over with so I can get out of these pumps." You say, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You got it," You all walk out of the hotel and hopped into Impala. You let out a soft sigh when Dean pulls up to the steps.

"Remember, darling, smile and slow down your blinking if you want to get a man's attention. It works every time." Rowena suggests. "Got it. See you in a n hour," "Be safe," Sam says.

You nod before leaving the Impala and holding the clutch close to your chest. You walk up the steps and approach the check in table. Rowena mutters a small incantation and the man at the desk let's you in.

"She's good to go," Rowena says and Dean pulls off. "So when are you going to tell Y/N that you're in love with her?" She adds. Dean looks at her through the rear view mirror.

"I've been telling him the same thing but he's hell bent on denying it," "Eh, well I'm sure she'll find a suitor in there who knows what he wants,"

Dean tries his best to suppress a snark remark that would only confirm their suspicions. You walk into the gala and instantly smell champagne and grapes. "Great, there's not even decent food here," you say. "That's exactly what I told my sister when she showed me the menu," a deep voice booms behind you.

"Oh, I wasn't aware I said that aloud. My apologies." You turn around and meet the sparkling navy orbs of beautiful vanilla skinned man. He wears a suit that matches the color of his eyes and tops if off with a black dress shirt and bowtie. The scent of his cologne is alluring and turns something in your stomach I haven't felt before.

"Don't be, you are probably the most honest person at this Gala," "That is saying something," you say, tugging at a loose curl in front of your ear. He tsks lowly and tucks the curl behind your ear. The touch of his hand on your skin sends chills down your body. What the hell is happening? "I'm Damien," "Y/N,"

"Would you like a glass of champagne, Y/N?" "That sounds great," "I know a place that is a lot more interesting. Care to join me?" "Why not?" His hand falls to your lower back and you couldn't help the gasp that left your lips. He hums in response before adding, "You're so responsive."

"I'm a lot of things, honey." You say before taking a sip of your champagne. You follow him up the stairs and into an office. The office looked like something you would find in the Victorian era.

Shelves were littered with thick, colorful books and there was a goregously large window with a bench built right below it to comfortably look out of it.

"It's beautiful," "I would have said as beautiful as you, but it's not even close." "Ha, such a flirt." "You're not the only one that's a lot of things. So are you going to tell me what you're really doing here?" "Beg your pardon?" "No offense, baby, but that make up and that dress has Rowena written all over it."

At this point, you were ready to practice what Dean taught you with a groin kick, right hook and an uppercut. "And I have an inkling on what she wants. But I've got to hand it to her, she sent the perfect distraction."

He steps closer to you and something else awakened in you. Something that your brother taught you after he came back from his first tour as as a Marine.

You grab his arm and swept your leg under his as you twist your body. He falls to the ground and you straddle his waist as you take the dagger from your thigh holster and press it against his throat. "So you like to be on top huh?"

"Just give me Percival's number and nobody will get hurt," you state. "Oh I'll give your her number willingly," "Why?" "You don't believe me, understandable." "Either you never liked her or you rat out your friends when a threat shows up," you state.

He chuckles and grabs your hips before pressing you against the floor. He pins your wrists above your head and the knife falls out of your hand.

"Threat huh?" You send him a glare and he adds, "I never liked her. That's why I'm willing to give you her location." "And what else do you want?"

"That entirely depends on what you agree to." He takes his grip away from your wrists and stands up from the floor. He offers his hands to you and you allow him to lift you off the floor effortlessly.

You brush off the dirt on your hands and dress. You crossed your arms over your chest and he says, "Relax, doll. I won't touch you unless you want me to." You look to him and his face was calm but his eyes still twinkle with amusement.

You brush past him to look out the telescope and smiled when I saw a constellation, one of my favorite ones. "Is that the big dipper and littler dipper side by side?" "I was mesmerized by it too," "Does that normally happen?" "Nope, it's a rare occurrence,"

"Wow, well I'm glad I could see it." You stand upright and turn around to nearly run into his lips. "I thought you said no touching," "I'm not touching you.. yet." You were boxed in against the wall. He's right, he wasn't touching you. But if you moved even an inch, you would touch him.

What the hell? You only live once and he is an extremely attractive man. You tug him closer by the hem of his jacket and lean up to kiss him. He hums lowly into the kiss and his hands slowly slide up your waist. "Damn it, you're intoxicating." He says as he pulls away from your lips.

"Sit down baby," he motions to the desk. You sit down on the of desk and he rubs your thighs. He ducks his head under yours and presses a soft kiss on the base of your neck. His fingers near closer and closer to your clothed heat and you moan in anticipation.

He smiles against your neck and he slowly slides your underwear off. He pulls you to the edge of the desk by your ankles. The nerves get a hold of you and your legs started to shake. "Already, I didn't even get a chance to taste you."

He lifts up the dress and balls it around your waist. He licks his lips before taking you into his mouth. A loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps your folds and he sucks at your clit.

His beard scratching against your skin stimulated your body even further. His tongue curls at just the right angle and your legs tremble. He sucks as he pulls back and curls when he goes back in. He stays in the cycle and you buck your hips to find a deeper g-spot but he holds you down.

He twists his tongue so it brushes against your g spot and stimulates your clit at the same time. "Oh fuck." Your hands find his hair and pulls him closer your pussy. You buck your hips again and ride out your first euphoria. He licks up all of your juices before pulling away.

He lifts you into his arms and walks you to the bench. You unzip your dress and pull it over your head. You toss it to the floor and he takes all of you in. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, touching one of your scars. Not wanting any more attention to them, you cups his cheeks and lock your lips with his.

He grabs a hold of your ass and squeezes it tightly. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips against his crotch. "Fuck, doll," he moans as he leans his head back in pleasure. You stop your movements and unfasten his belt to open his pants.

You take his semi hard dick into your hand and give it a few pumps while stick rocking your hips. "You keep that up and I'll finish before we even get started." He says breathlessly. "Do you have a-" you were cut off by him pulling out a condom from his pocket.

You take it and peel it open to wrap it around his member. You sit up a little to line yourself up with him before sinking on him until he bottoms out. "Fuck, you're tighter than I thought," you jerk your hips a little and flex your inner walls when you bounce up.

The grip on your ass tightens and you lean forward to hold onto the wall for balance. You bounce faster spell the world coconut on repeat until you feel his dick twitch inside of you.

Your thrusts became slow and hard until you feel the warmth of his seed. He lifts you up and lays your back on the bench cushions. He pulls out of you to take off this condom and put on a new one. Your back arches when one of his hands slide between your legs and rubs your clit.

He unclips your bra to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You yell out in pure bliss when his covered dick rams into your g-spot that made your walls flutter. Your rolls your hips to match his thrusts and your nails dug into his lower back, sinking himself deeper into you.

You two moan in unison and your second orgasm washed over you. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder to fit the both of you on the bench. Then without warning, he rams into you hard and fast.

Your body was bouncing and shaking under his touch and her rubs harder circles on your clit. Your eyes are pressed shut and you turn your head to the side, unable to form words. Your third orgasm came quicker this time but he keeps thrusting into you. He twists his hips at a different angle and you pull him deeper inside of you by pulling his hips.

You could practically feel him in your cervix. "Oh God," you whimper when he takes your nipple into his mouth again while he pounds into you. Your stomach did flips and you moans matched with his thrusts until pinched your clit, sending you over the edge for the forth time. Soon after, he came again and pulls out of you.

You sit up on opposing ends of the bench and you stare out the window. He stands from the bench and puts his pants and boxers back on. He pulls out a handerchief and hands it to you.

"Thanks," you say, gently taking it from him and wiping off the slickness from your thighs and stomach. A warm blanket is wrapped around your body and you feel his hand brush a loose curl from your face. "You okay?" He asks, softly. "Never better," you say with a smile.

"You mind if I hold you?" he asks, taking you by surprise. Out of all of the sexual experiences you've experienced, none of them were as considerate as Damien. "Sure."

"You seem surprised," he states as he slides behind you and pulls your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and draws small, soft circles on your stomach. You close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. "You're good at this,"

"Hm?" "At making a woman feel cared about," "Is that your way of saying you're taken for granted?" "How did-" "I'm a witch, remember?" "Ah, mind reading," you say. "It definitely helps at times, but no, I can see and read your aura."

"Okay, and what does mine tell you." "It tells me that you feel like a broken glass, and are fearful that you'll never be your version of fixed. You feel guilt but you're having trouble understanding why,"

You twist your body to meet his gaze and he adds, "Am I right?" "I should head back," You take the blanket with you and gather your clothes. You pull on your underwear and dress, careful not to smear your make up. You find a mirror and reapply your black lip stick.

You take out a few bobby pins and clips and your damp, curly hair falls to your shoulders. You feels his hands on your hips and he pulls your hair from your shoulders. He presses a soft kiss to the curve of your neck and says, "If you really feel that way about who you are with, then don't go back."

"It's not that simple," "Sometimes it is. Just think about it." He says before handing me a burner phone. You look from the phone to him before gently taking it. "I will," You turn and he cups your cheeks to kiss you but you pull away.

"Ah, ah, you should have kissed me before I put my lip stick on." "Is that so?" He pulls you to his chest and lifts you up around his waist. You could feel his hard on against your thigh and moan softly.

"I'm pretty sure they're waiting in the.." You trail off when his neck kisses became more sensual. "Make it quick," you say, finally giving in.

Fast forward to walking down the stairs and out of the gala. You tuck the burner phone into your purse before hopping into the Impala. You had a feeling that you would get busted, even after fixing your make up and spraying some perfume.

"Hey," Sam says. "I got a burner phone with all of his contacts and he told me which one was Percival," "I have a feeling you didn't even need the truth serum, did you dearie?" Rowena asks. "No, I didn't. Can we go please?"

"Why the rush, darling? Wait, is that.. cologne?" Embarassment burned your cheeks and you didn't open your mouth to defend yourself. "Y/N, you vixen." she says, nudging your shoulder. Not wanting to meet anyone's gaze, you look out the window.

They finally pull off and you hear your phone chime.

"You'll thank me later," -Rowena.

You look over your shoulder at her and she sends your a playful smirk.

"What are you talking about?" you text.

"You'll see," she responds.

We pull into the garage of the bunker and the first place you go is the bathroom to rid yourself of the hairspray, make up and Damien's scent. Although you still found it intoxicating.

You walk out the bathroom as you dry your hair with a smaller towel. You find Rowena on your bed with the burner phone next to her. "Is there a problem?" "No, just curiousity. How was he, you know, in bed?" "Rowena," you scold.

"Oh come on, I've seen women kill just to be in the same room as him. All you had to do was show up and he was all over you." "He was.. the first actual gentleman that I slept with. He cleaned me up and held me afterwards. It was like he truly cared about md,"

"But I don't know, it was probably some ploy to make me feel better about myself," you add. "On the contrary, he actually texted you a few minutes ago. "What?" "Yeah, he seems interested. I would definitely set up another date,"

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dean says, annoyed from listening to the conversation about another man touching you. "Good luck," Rowena mouths before leaving the room. Dean walks into your room and shuts the door. "Dean?"

#dean smut #dean winchester #sam winchester #rowena #supernatural #chris evans #chrisevans x reader

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Celebration (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Celebration Rating: Explicit Length: 3700 Warnings: Smut (Pegging, toys, overstimulation, sex, female recieving oral)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set New Year’s Eve 1998. I’ll post Reader’s outfit after I post the article.  Summary: They make up for lost time. 

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“Are you sure you don’t mind watching the girls tonight? Don’t you want to go celebrate?” You questioned as you sat a mug of coffee down on the table in front of Monica, before circling around to sit across from her. 

“If today was the weekend, it would be a different answer,” She told you as she blew on her coffee before taking a sip. “But she’s got work tomorrow. We’re probably gonna go to Disney for the weekend.”

“Oh?”

Monica nodded, “Her aunt’s got a timeshare in Orlando and they said we could use it.”

“Epcot was fun if you like to drink,” You told her, “We haven’t been back since Josie was little.”

“Did she have fun?”

“Javier and I went alone,” You explained as you sipped your coffee. “It was hot, we both had different ideas for the trip…” You laughed quietly, “But Sofía was made, so it worked out in the end.”

Monica made a face, “TMI.”

You gave her a look, “Oh, I’m sorry. Sofía just appeared one day. No idea how she came to be.”

“Didn’t you find her under a rock?”

“Actually, she was chilling with the alligators.” You snapped your fingers, “She does like to bite.”

She laughed, “It would make a lot of sense.”

“What are your plans?”

“Still undecided,” You confessed with a shrug. “But I think we might go down to the bar for a little revelry. With everything that’s been going on the past few months, we never got to enjoy that lingerie set you unwillingly witnessed.”

Monica covered her face, “I am still trying to forget.”

You laughed with a grin, “Sorry. You should just be thankful you didn’t walk in about thirty minutes later.”

“I can’t believe you played hookie! That both of you did.” She took another sip of coffee, “I am scarred for life.”

“I’m just saying — it could’ve been so much worse.”

“I like living in the world where you and Javier just bake cookies and knit or something.” She scrunched up her nose. “It was bad enough when I caught you at school before I knew you.”

You made a face. “Sorry.”

“I mean, more power to you,” Monica laughed. “But there wasn’t enough brain bleach.” She stuck out her tongue. “I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.”

“I don’t know who was more traumatized, you or Javier. Because nothing fun happened after that.” You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “For all of his very public history in Colombia, it's pretty easy to make him blush like a virgin.”

“He’s so bashful!” Monica leaned against the table. “He was so clearly uncomfortable after dinner that night.”

“It’s very endearing.” You admitted with a smile. “He can be an enigma.”

“I’ve noticed.” She nodded. “Before break, one of the students in class actually brought up the article and he looked like he wanted to die.”

“Ah, yes. He mentioned that,” You toyed with a lock of hair as you sank back in your seat. “I heard they seemed rather shocked that I’ve stayed in contact with Elena.”

Monica tilted her head, “I mean, I was a little shocked too. But if they knew you, it would make sense.”

You pursued your lips, “I learned very early on that it was better to keep certain connections because they could be useful in the future.” 

“Except for toxic people.” She pointed out.

“Exactly.”

 ——

 Javier’s hands skimmed over your velvet-covered hips as you moved to the music with him, your bodies pressed close together. 

The bar was packed with patrons drinking and dancing to ring in the New Year. You were both buzzed, but not drunk because you had plans for when you got home that would not work if you were both drunk. 

You curled your fingers around the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips as his hands slid under your leather jacket. 

“Tonight’s a very important night.” You told him, as you pressed kisses along his jaw and let your lips linger by his ear.

“And why’s that?” He questioned, giving your waist a squeeze as his hands wandered. 

“Tonight’s our first New Years as a married couple.” You reminded him with a grin as you pulled back, brushing your fingers through his hair where it fell against his forehead. 

A lazy grin spread over his lips and he cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss you, “So many firsts with you.” He murmured, brushing his nose against yours. 

You slid your arms over his shoulders, “Seven New Years with you.” 

Javier ran his hands over the small of your back, keeping you pressed close to him, “I’m a lucky man.”

“You’re going to get even luckier when we get home.” You taunted, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Only took three months.”

“We’ve been busy,” He reminded you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to it, baby.”

You kissed him again, “Call a cab and I’ll close out our tab.” You told him, running your hand down the center of his chest. 

It took longer than you wanted it to, to close out your tab at the bar, but atleast by the time you were done the cab had arrived. 

Javier kept his hand curled around your upper thigh the entire ride home, one finger sliding over the bare skin just above the lacy top of stockings. 

After the last disastrous attempt on the sofa, you both bypassed the family room and went straight back to your bedroom. 

He followed you into the closet when you went to retrieve the box of toys crowding close to you. “You have been driving me crazy all night, baby.” Javier drawled out as he snaked his arm around your waist. 

You leaned back against him, forgetting the box entirely as he dragged the fabric of your dress up your thighs. He traced his fingers along the straps of the garters, up to the lacy edge of the lingerie. 

“I enjoyed dancing with you,” You told him, reaching behind you to curl your fingers around the back of his neck as you slowly pressed your ass back against his noticeably hard cock. “And I think you liked it too.”

He pushed the straps of your velvet dress off, before helping you shimmy it down your hips and discard on the floor. 

Javier’s teeth scraped over your bare shoulder, his tongue sweeping out over the marks he left as he ran one hand up along your inner thigh to cup your cunt through the lace. “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” He whispered, dragging his fingers over your sensitive flesh. 

He sought out your clit, circling his fingertip over the tender bundle of nerves. Your hips rocked back against him and you squirmed in his vice-like hold. “Javier.”

“I want you to open the box for me,” Javier said lowly, his finger stroking you more rapidly then. “That’s it. Good girl.” He practically purred as he watched you open the box. 

Javier released his hold on your waist, reaching into the box to pull out the little remote control vibrator you’d purchased over the summer. “I want you to enjoy this too.” He told you, catching your earlobe between his teeth. 

“Fucking you is very enjoyable.” You assured him as you turned your head to look back at him. “Don’t tease.”

Javier pressed a too-brief kiss to your lips before he caught your hand and placed the toy into your palm. “You know you want to.”

You swallowed thickly as you looked between him and the toy with a slow-forming smirk. “I love the way you think.” You quipped as you handed the toy back to him. 

He mirrored your smirk, “I thought you might enjoy it.” His hand slid back between your thighs, teasing your slick flesh through your underwear before he pushed the lace aside and worked to press the toy into you. 

Javier gave you cunt a quick pat once the toy was nestled within you. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?” He questioned as he set the toy to one. 

You moaned, momentarily stunned by stimulation that was buzzing through your pelvic region. You leaned back against the shelves, cupping your breasts as you met his gaze. “I can’t wait til you feel this, Javi.” You told him, your breath coming out in shaky exhales as he brought you towards your orgasm. 

He descended upon you, his knee pressed between your thighs to give you something to grind against as the heat blossomed within you. You trembled as you came, your cunt clenching desperately around the toy as he got you off. 

Javier quickly shut the toy off, turning his focus to kissing you then. His mouth slanted hungrily over yours, his tongue exploring your mouth as he fondled your breasts, touching you wherever he could. 

“Go undress,” You told him, tugging at his hair sharply. “And grab the lube.” 

“Whatever you want, baby.” Javier told you as he stole another kiss before vanishing out the closet door. 

The harness worked perfectly with your lingerie, none of the fastenings rubbing against each other uncomfortably. 

The toy he had bought at the shop seemed larger than the first model — though not by much. A little more girthy and just a little longer. And with a quick switch of the remote it came to life where it protruded from the harness, buzzing with the same intensity as the toy within you.

It would certainly be an interesting way to bring in the New Year. 

Javier was waiting for you on the bed, a hand lazily stroking his rigid cock as he laid there. 

“Are you ready for this?” You questioned, hands on your hips as you approached the bed.

Javier’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Yes.”

“Same rules as before. Safe word or tap out with three squeezes.” You reminded him as he climbed onto the bed and laid down beside him. 

“I love you,” Javier whispered as he cupped your cheek and kissed you. 

You kissed the tip of his nose, “I love you too.” 

He chuckled, tucking hair behind your ear. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again.”

“I’ll mourn that there’s no hair to tug at,” You snapped your fingers as you gestured to his hair. “Even if it looks good.”

Javier pulled your in for another kiss, “Next summer.”

“Good.” You stole another kiss before you moved down the bed and settled onto your knees in front of Javier, your gaze flickering between his face and his cock, where it laid against his lower belly. 

Javier ran his hand over his chest, exhaling shakily as he glanced downwards at the toy protruding from the harness. 

“Like what you see?” You questioned as you slid your hands up his legs where he had them bent over your thighs to accommodate you between his legs. 

He nodded his head slowly, working his jaw as he stared at you. “It’s bigger, isn’t it?” 

You laughed softly, giving his knee a reassuring squeeze. “Just a smidge. I don’t think Rocky’s led us astray yet.” You reached for the bottle of lubricant, squirting some into your palm and coating the shaft of the light blue toy. “If you hate it, we can stop.” 

It had been awhile since the last time you’d played with the harness. 

“I’m good, baby.” He assured you as he sank back against the pillows. Javier slid his hand over to grab the remote that was connected to the toy nestled within you. 

You twitched as he set the toy to the first setting, a pleasant hum of desire being stoked within you. It wasn’t enough to get you anywhere fast, but it was enough to make your body come alive all over again. 

You were still reeling from the first orgasm he’d brought you towards, the lacy crotch of your underwear soaked through with your own arousal. 

“Tease.” You hissed out lightly as you squirted out another dollop of lubricant, coating your fingers. 

Javier smirked at you, his eyes warm with desire as you held his gaze and stroked your finger down the length of his cock, over his balls,  down towards that tight pucker. 

He stiffened and you were quick to soothe him with gentle words as you rubbed the top of his thigh, “I’m good.” Javier assured your, exhaling again as he tried to relax his muscles. 

You pressed lightly against him, watching his face cautiously as you worked your two fingers into him. “Look at you,” You whispered. “Fuck. Is this what you want, Javi? Do you want me to fuck you, just like this?”

Javier grabbed at your knee, his hips shifting towards your touch. 

“Use your words,” You reminded him, squirting a little more lube onto your fingers as you continued working them in and out of him. “I want you to beg for it.”

His eyes clenched closed and he let out a low moan as you pulled your fingers out of him. “Baby, please.”

“Please what?”

Javier glared at you, “I’ve waited three months for you to fuck me again, baby. You know exactly what I want.”

You smirked at him as you curled your fingers around the shaft of the toy, guiding it into position. You pulled the remote out of the waistband of your underwear, letting your finger hover over the settings as you prepared to work the toy into him.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” His back arched and you marveled at just how good he looked like this. Javier looked good when he relinquished control. “Fuck, baby. Please.”

Another sound escaped him as you the tip of the toy brushed against his puckered center. He winced momentarily as the toy pressed into him. 

“You’re doing so good.” You promised him, grabbing at his leg for support as you continued working the length of the toy into him. You waited until you were seated fully within him before you turned the toy on. 

His cock twitched against his stomach as the toy buzzed to life within him. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, shifting beneath you as he curled his hands around your legs, his fingers fanning out over the dark tights covering your skin. 

“Is that a good holy shit?” You questioned, remaining completely still within him. 

Javier nodded, “Yes.”

You drew back until just the tip of the toy was still in him and you switched the toy up another notch as you slid back into him. You moved slowly, rolling your hips as you worked the toy in and out of him. 

The look on his face was enough to make your entire body throb with want. His cock was leaking against his stomach and his lips party with unspoken words as you fucked the toy into him. 

It took you a moment to find the right angle, to reach his own sweet spot and when you did—

Javier fumbled with the remote, switching it from one to four in one motion. 

Your pace faltered and you rocked forward roughly as he sank the length of the toy into him. Your head fell forward and you moaned in unison with the sounds falling from his lips. 

“Javier,” You managed. “You look so fucking good like this.” You bucked your hips into him, trying to keep pace with the pulsing throb of the toy inside you. 

You fumbled for the remote, shutting it off as you let him climb down from the high that was building.

“Fuck!” Javier grabbed at the sheets beside his hip as you pulled out of him completely. His eyes were blown wide as he lifted his gaze to find yours. “Baby, don’t stop.” 

You ran your hands over the tops of his thighs, “Twenty minutes until 199–“ You moaned as the toy within you continued to charge towards your own release. “1999.” 

Javier writhed beneath you, “Baby.”

You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip as you looked down at him. “Do you want something?” You questioned as you lined the toy back up. 

Javier’s back arched as you pressed into him again and the sound he made set you alight, fanning fresh heat through your lower belly. 

You held onto his legs for support as you shifted, keeping yourself pressed into him as you moved to lean over him on your knees. 

His cock was trapped between your bellies as you planted your hands on the bed beside his chest. 

“Are you going to come for me?” You questioned, your lips barely brushing against his as you spoke. You grabbed for the remote, switching the toy back on to a pace that matched the one vibrating within you. 

Javier scrambled to touch you — fingers in your hair, hands sliding down your arms, his breath hot on your lips. 

You rolled your hips with a little more haste, chasing your own release as much as his. With every movement, the strap of the harness was rubbing the lace of your underwear right against your clit and in tandem with the vibrator you were dangling right on the edge. 

His fingers curled around the back of your head as his lips crashed into yours, his tongue unfurling against your tongue as he kissed you desperately. 

Javier stiffened beneath you, his hips rocking to meet your thrusts as he came apart for you, his cock spilling over his stomach, trapped between both of you. 

You grabbed at the remote, cranking up the setting to four — just to watch the utterly fucked look that passed over his face as the overstimulation from his release flooded his senses. 

“Shit!” Javier swore through clenched teeth. You sat back on your knees, keeping the buzzing toy seated within him as you watched him. 

“You’re so good, babe.” You told him, petting your hand over his thigh. 

You were so close to your own release, you could feel it building. But that mounting pleasure was cut short with a wave of concern as Javier grabbed at your knee and gave it three quick squeezes.

“I’ve got you,” You assured him as you shut off the toy and quickly withdrew from him. “Hey, hey. Are you good, Javi?” You questioned as you took the remote for your toy out of his hand and shut it off. 

“Yeah,” He grunted, giving a stiff nod as he stared up at the ceiling. “Holy fuck, baby.” Javier breathed out, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. “Shit—“

You shook your head as you brushed your knuckles over his cheek, “Don’t. I’m fine.” You promised him, tracing your fingertips over his nose. “Are you sure you’re good?”

“It was too much,” He told you, rubbing at his forehead before he let his head tilt to the side to look at you. “But fucking amazing.” 

You scooted closer to him and pressed your lips to his, “Worth the three month wait?”

“Mhm.” He mumbled as he kissed you again. “It was very good.” 

“I’m gonna go clean this off.” You told him as you moved to get out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You’d deal with the mess tomorrow, you figured as you removed the harness and sat in the bathtub to clean later. You washed off your hands and grabbed a damp cloth to clean him up with. 

“This is a good look for you,” You told Javier as you stepped back into the bedroom. “You’ve got this glassy-eyed freshly-fucked thing going on.”

Javier snorted, “I wonder why.” He jerked a little as you used the cloth to wipe off his stomach and cock, before sweeping it down between his thighs. 

“Sorry.” You grimaced, giving his leg a reassuring squeeze. 

“Baby, it’s alright.” Javier assured you again. “It was just overwhelming in the moment.” 

“I’m allowed to worry about you,” You reminded him as you laid back down beside him. “Last thing I want to do is accidentally hurt you during this.” You gestured between the two of you. 

Javier ran his hand over your lace-covered lower belly, trialing downwards between your thighs, “You didn’t come, did you?”

You shook your head, “Babe, it’s fine.” 

“There are five more minutes of this year and I know how I want to end it.” Javier told you as he hooked his fingers into your underwear, “These need to come off.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing at the bedside clock as you sat up to unfasten the garters and slide your underwear off. You were aching — even your thighs slick with your desire as you angled yourself towards him. “What did you have in mind?”

Javier ran his tongue over his bottom lip and smirked at you, “I think you know.” He retorted as he beckoned you closer. 

You moved to straddle his chest, letting him maneuver himself beneath you until his mouth was between your thighs. 

“So this is how you want to ring in the New Year?” You questioned as he played your fingers through his hair. 

Javier’s answer was to turn the toy back on, the first setting reigniting the flames that had gone cold. He held onto your hips tightly, keeping you from rolling them and accidentally breaking his nose in the heat of the moment. 

He held you steady with a grip hard enough to bruise as he wrapped his lips around your clit and teased it in tandem with the vibrations of the toy. 

You let yourself get lost in the sensation, your entire lower stomach throbbing with desire as you coaxed another orgasm from you. Your thigh muscles twitched and you tried to squirm out of his hold. 

It felt like heaven. Your body perfectly in tune with his. It was hard to believe that yet another year had slipped by — and an eventful one at that.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Javier whispered as he lazily kissed your inner thigh, his mustache glistening with your arousal as he eased the toy from you. 

You slumped forward, grabbing at the headboard for support. “Happy fucking New Year.” You laughed as you grinned down at him. 

There was no one else you wanted to spend your years with. 

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